Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (74 page)

KitKat411
: I’d love to talk, but I’m on my way out to dinner with my family. Can we set up a time to chat? Sorry I’ve been so busy lately. I have a bunch of stuff I’m getting settled. I just found out I got a new job this afternoon.
TheCastrator
:
Congratulations!! Name the time and I will be here. You know I’m never far from the virtual world.

KitKat411
:
Tomorrow evening 9-ish?

The
Castrator
:
That’s perfect. I’ll see you then. & Kat, congrats!

KitKat411
:
Thank you, Kimber. G’night.

“Was that good?” I look to him and his eyes are glazed just from the thought that she was on the other side of a computer screen talking to us.

“Excellent, but I can’t join you tomorrow. We have a function to attend,” he growls.

The door opening freaks me out. Ezra’s cock is still hanging out and the moment Katya responded it hardened to steel.

“What the hell? It smells like sex in here,” Cort’s annoyed voice preceded him.

“Good luck finding a spot that doesn’t. Sex permeates the air, here at Restraint.” Ezra’s
eyes change and it scares me.

“Regina,” Cort says in shock. “Yeah, but it smells lik
e you, and curiously, Regina.”

“Don’t look at me, Cort… Don’t you see me sitting behind three laptops? If it was sex versus computers, which do you think Ezra would need me for?” I
say innocently and he buys it.

“Oh, okay.” He shakes his head as if trying to clear the scent from his nostrils. I watch the bewildered ex
pression change to acceptance.

“I picked up your order at the jewelers,” Cor
t says as he walks towards us.

I freak the fuck out because Ezra is still proudly on display and it’s jerking and drooling from the excitement of getting caught. I quickly slap closed the laptop that had the browser open o
n it and put it in Ezra’s lap.

“It was in my line of site,” I say sweetly and that Cortez doesn’t buy.
Ezra snickers and folds his hands on top of the computer.

“Thanks, Cort. I’ve been waiting on this for a while,” Ezra says pleasantly, but I can see both of his personalities gazing from his eyes. He’s a scary motherfucker.

Cort walks around the desk still unsure of what he walked in on. The first thing he notices is the two laptops with eighteen live-feeds playing and he scowls. My son is doing his homework in the Whittenhower study and I use that as an excuse.

“Ezra was assuring me that my son is well cared for. I worry,” I mumble and bite my lip.

“That’s understandable,” Cort murmurs and then his black eyebrows draw together.
I follow his gaze to the floor where his Italian leather loafer is tapping in the remnants of my shameful release.

“I spilled my water. I know it’s fucking ridiculous that I’d be so careless around electronics.” I throw him a self-deprecating smile and a shrug.

His fingers trail up the path of the wet mark and swirl around the edge of one of the drawers. I gasp when he brings it to his nose and sniffs. He’s face transforms for suspicious curiosity to rage.

“Does our Master know you’re fucking his son?” He bites out. His fists clench as he struggles not to beat the shit out of me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I deny. “But I assure you, our Master is omnificent in all things,” I say hoping he can read between the lines.

“As he should be,” he murmurs and relaxes.

Cort no longer glares at me, but his attention is now on his partner. Ezra proudly removes the laptop and shows off his impressive, glistening length. He’s beyond aroused. Ezra’s cock beats with his heartbeat. It looks painful, like if I were to touch it with a fingertip he’d immediately cum.

Agony washes across Cort’s face and not because he just found out that his partner was being a very naughty sociopath. The expression is pure ache and I know that he’d do anything to touch Ezra sexually, but his control won’t let him. Cortez isn’t the most dominant of men. He doesn’t want a submissive. He’s a switch and craves submitting to his partner, but the dominant side of his nature thrives off withholding his attentions from Ezra. I know that the only way to get Ezra of my ass is to get Cort on his.

“Why?” His voice breaks and it breaks my heart that one of my best friends is in pain.
I reach over and clasp his hand. I speak before Ezra can because he’d just make it worse for all of us.

“You know how he is,” I growl at Ezra. “I’m Marc’s punishment.”

“Punishment for what?” His tone is that of a disillusioned child who doesn’t want to come to terms with what’s practically smacking him in the face. Ezra’s cock wiggles and flexes, begging to do the face smackage.

“Oh,” he drawls. “You know.” Cort’s usual snarky demeanor diminishes and it’s replaced with remorse.

“If my father is omnificent, what does that make me?” Ezra taunts him. “Of course I’ve known. I’m glad that you love Regina. This way it hurts you almost as much as it hurts her lover. Fair is fair,” he says arrogantly.

“I won’t apologize,” Cort hisses. “I have somewhere I need to be,” he
says as he rushes to the door.

“Tell my father hello. Enjoy the skullfuck, Cortez. I’ll see you at home,” Ezra taunts.

“Cut the shit,” I chastise Ezra the second Cort shuts the door. “I don’t care how you punish me, but we need to get this fixed and baiting each other isn’t helping.”

“Perhaps I’m enjoy
ing this,” Ezra challenges me.

“It can’t be very fun to live in that apartment together as you both act like bitter little bitches. Grow up and fix it so that we can all get on with our lives. You just said that in a month or two Katya Waters will be here, yet you’re not resolving this between you and Cort. Is this the united front you want to show
her?” I angrily chastise him.

He scowls and sulks for a few minutes as I watch my son on the security feed. I have no idea what’s going on in that head of his, but I know what I need to do. I need Ezra and Cort together for many reasons. The main one is that I don’t want to draw an innocent woman into our fucked up web. Plus if Ezra is happy with Cort and this woman, then he’ll leave me alone. I don’t want to admit that I enjoyed his sneak attack, so I won’t.

“How?” Ezra says shyly. “How do I fix it?” 

“Well, I’d say that flaunting the fact that you’re sexually blackmailing your father’s lover is probably a horrible idea. This is between you and me. You want my help then at least respect me enough by not acting like an arro
gant asshole,” I chastise him.

“Okay, this is between us. I won’t tell anyone, but I’m not going to stop, Regina. You and I will ha
ve our fun,” he warns.

“If you can surprise me, you can take me. The first time you fail to do so, this little game
we play is over,” I negotiate.

“Fair enough, I’ll a
gree to that,” he compromises.

“I assume you’ve apologized to Cortez and I know he needs to apologize to you, but both of you are hard-headed fucktards. I will use your father’s mantra and add my own spin. Actions speak louder than words and kill him with kindness. What do you do when you
get home at night?” I prompt.

“If Cort gets home before me, we fight. If he isn’t home, I take a shower and then when he’s home, we fight. We don’t touch unless it’s in anger. We resent each other and our friendship is nonexis
tent,” he grumbles in misery. 

“Alright, this is what you need to do. If he tries to fight with you, ignore it and
instead hold a conversation.”

“What do we talk about?” Ezra gazes at me like I hold the secrets of the universe. It makes me feel powerful and alive. This is the look Marcus receives from everyone and I realize that he and I
are each other’s perfect counterpart.

“How about Katya?
You could share what you learn and what your plans are. Bond through her and it will help you with your past.”

“
I’ll try,” he says hopefully. 

“Every night try to touch him in comfort; a hand on the arm or any simple nonsexual touch.” As I speak I put a hand on his arm to show him what I mean. Ezra relaxes under my hand and I know he doesn’t allow ma
ny people to touch him softly.

“He won’t allow me,” he
scowls at me with stormy eyes.

“Then be relentless, Ezra. I know you can be. If you want something bad enough you’ll get it. Don’t give up. This is Cortez we are talking about. You’d die or kill for him, but you won’t try to connect with him. Try to hold his hand while you chat. If he pushes your hand away, back off and don’t get angry or emotional. Try again the next day and the next u
ntil he holds your hand back.”

“He doesn’t want my touch,” the grown man whines and I want to smack the shit out of him. 
“Bullshit!” I call his bluff. “You fucking know he does and you use it against him, just as he’s using it against you. After a few times of holding his hand add something else, like maybe a kiss on the cheek before bed.  It has to always be in comfort and affection- no sexual connotations- and eventually you will bond together through touch, comfort, and familiarity. Don’t you want to offer Katya a safe, happy home?”

“More than anything,” he sighs in frustration. “Even if Katya wasn’t to join us, I’d want to repair the damage between Cortez and me. I can admit that I’m at fault. He’s culpable for what he’s doing with my father, but the rest is all on me,” he hides his face in shame.

“Why are we doing this, Ezra? It will only add more guilt and shame on this fucked up mess. Why add more to it?” I rub his back in soothing circles trying to comfort him and get him to ‘fess up to his motives.

“It’s the right thing to do. It’s like when we punish our submissives. If you do wrong and you’re punished, it’s over. There is no more guilt and shame. Cort and Marcus did the wrong thing and
I’m punishing them as they have punished me every time they’re together.”
“Yeah, what about me? I didn’t do a damned thing wrong,” I seethe between clenched teeth.

“Your guilt lies in the fact that you made him fall in love with you. If he is your partner then it’s your responsibility to bear half of his burden.”

“Yeah, but who’s going to bear your burden, the burden of taking me from your father without permission? It may even things up in your fucked up logical way of thinking. But it’s still off balance. Is it going to be Katya to shoulder your past mistakes?” I say angrily.

Ezra scowls at me for showing him that he isn’t infallible. I see the wheels turning in his mind and it pisses me off.

“When does this cycle end?” I practically scream at him and he winces.

“It’s a betrayal,” he m
urmurs and looks away from me.

“How is it any worse than what you’ve done with Dexter or what you do with Ade? Or what you plan to do with Katya? None of that was negotiated between
you and your partner.”

“HE WON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” he bellows in torment. 

I flinch back and freeze in the sight of his fury.

“He touches him and cuddles with him. Cort gives Marcus what he refuses to give me. They love each other,” he sobs. “They aren’t in love with each other like you and Marcus
are, but it doesn’t matter. This bullshit with the punishment blowjobs is just foreplay for something that they both refuse to admit. What makes it worse is that my partner is taking my punishment. Cortez sucks him off because of what I did to Marcus on my mother’s orders. I don’t perpetuate the cycle. I’m just not fucking strong enough to stop it!”

“I’m sorry, Ezra, I really am. The three of you need to grow up. You’re stuck in the past and now you’re going to make it worse by bringing this innocent woman here. I won’t allow you to hurt her, to use her, to have her take your punishments because you’re too weak. Someone has to take control of this situation. You need to get this worked out or I’ll work it out for you,” I threaten.
“I’ll allow you to tell me what to do in this instance, Regina. But if you speak to me in this manner again I will mentally hurt you, repercussions be damned,” he hisses and glares at me out of spite.

“Calm down, asshole,” I hiss right back at him. “You just don’t like being out of control or knowing that I may know what the hell I’m talking about when you obviously don’t.”

I get up from my chair. I am so done with him for the night. I can’t stand to be around him for a second longer.
Hurt me mentally
- the asshole! I’m dreaming of physically hurting him- kicking his ass. I bet I’d have an epic orgasm while my fists punched his flesh.

“I’ve done my duty for the night. I’m not babysitting your spoiled-brat ass for a moment longer. Don’t contact me until tomorrow. Meet me after your function and I’ll
let you know what Katya says.”

I storm out of his office and smash his door shut. I head for the dungeon. I need some fucking support after playing therapist to our twisted, sonofabitch, Dr. Zeitler.