Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (90 page)

“It’s okay. I know that if it came down to me and him, you’d choose me every time,” he says confidently without a shred of arrogance. He trusts me that much.

“I would,” I confess. “I love you, Sunshine.”

“I just hope you never have to choose. I love you, too.” He
embraces me tightly and sighs.

“He’d never make me,” I breathe to the room.
Whitt rises up and looks over his shoulder near the ceiling. I instantly know that he has a feed to my room or he wouldn’t know where to look.

“One day I hope to find my Marcus,” he murmurs to the camera. I didn’t think he was watching, but Whitt’s actions tell me that he is. “But Marcus or not, I am your fucking husband. You can think of him and you can think of me as I make love to you, but I will never allow that cowardly
bastard to enter your mind while I’m inside of you again,” he hisses in his dominant Daniel voice and I freeze.

“You have a pained, soft expression for Marc and a dead expression for Jamie. I know Marc fucks the hell out of you, but until now I didn’t know my father was a gentle lover. Neither am I, Queen. I’ll find a happy medium and you won’t be able to think of either of them wh
en we’re together,” he growls.

“I’m sorry,” I sob.

“No,” he yanks my hair to the side. “There will be none of that.”

Whitt rapidly pounds into me with the force of his anger. He isn’t angry at me or the man watching. He unleashes his disgust of the man who abandoned us all- the man who made Whitt stand up for his family because he was too cowardly to do it. I can’t hate him, but I can’t forgive him either. No
w I refuse to think about him…

I gasp as Whitt shows me what it means to be a man. He dominates me. My attention is solely on him because he allows nothing else. Moans pour unbidden from my throat and echo with his. I can’t think clearly as he uses his body to eradicate all thought that isn’t about him, just as he’d promise
d.

“No,” I hiss as I flip us back around until I’m on top and
in control of our love making.

“Regina,” he w
arns in Master Daniel’s voice.

“Hear me out for a moment,” I beg.

I press him down to the bed with a hand over his heart and I still him by cupping his beautiful cheek.

“Not like this. I just have to say this and then we will do anything and everything you want. This is the last I will think of them tonight, I promise. I know you’re a man in every sense of the word. I know there’s a chip on your shoulder because you feel your orientation makes you less of a man. I don’t want it to affect your love life and how you relate sexually. I don’t want you to deny yourself the pleasure of your lover because you think that being the top is what makes you a man, whether it’s with a man or a woman. I don’t want you to deny being soft with a lover because you hate your father and that is how he makes love. Fucking doesn’t make you a man either. Marc isn’t a one trick pony that pounds the hell out of me,” I laugh a
t his disbelieving expression.

“Okay, okay,” I laugh. “He can be gentle and
kind, and he’ll want to kick my ass for telling you this, but he loves to be held and he has made love to me before. It’s not how you do it that makes you a man; it’s adapting to pleasure both you and your lover. Don’t lose yourself to prove a point. Which do you prefer?”

“Bot
h,” he says shyly and blushes.

“I love looking down at you, Whitt. It totally gets me off,” I seductively purr. “When you get a lover or two you’ll understand why they pop into my head. I don’t want them to. I know you’re not thinking of your suck buddies and I’m not thinking of the other men that I’ve had. But a true lover is hard to leave behind. I’m not thinking about them, but you are if you’re fucking me to prove a point. Let’s just do what comes naturally.”

My fingertips caress the side of his face and everyone else is already forgotten. Whitt’s smooth, baby-soft skin is roughened by a day’s growth of pale, blond whiskers. The sandpaper texture grounds me to the here and now. He truly is a man in every sense of the word and we have every right to enjoy each other in our marital bed.

His eyes become heavily-lidded as my fingers skate across his face. I imprint every facet, curve, and slope of skin to my memory. I want him to know that a lover gives you passion and lust, but also love and adoration. If they don’t then they aren’t truly your lover. I don’t want my sunshine to get bad habits and misconceptions about sex and intimacy. I need him well adjusted for when I finally give him the best gift I will ever give him- a partner. I won’t allow him to make my same mistakes.

My lips follow the path of my fingertips. When my lips brush his eyelids he moans and flexes inside me. The thick fringe of his lashes tickle my lips and I moan at how exquisite it feels. His fingers travel up my spine and I allow him the touch. I’ve made lesser men earn the right to touch me. Whitt never has to ask. He can have everything I am and I’d still strive to give him more.

His forehead is one of his best features. I’ve never realized that a forehead could be sexual, but his manages it. My fingers rake his sandy blond hair back and I just stare at what was revealed. My inner-muscles clench around his hardness as I gaze at his perfection. I flutter kiss after kiss on the softest skin I’ve ever felt.

My index finger trembles against his parted lips. The sensation of his breath on my fingertip nearly brings tears to my eyes. I will never push him away again. We may never make love again or we may do it constantly, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is the life-giving breath that warms my skin signaling that he’s strong, and will protect and light my dark life.

I caress his hot, wet, perfect tongue with a fingertip. He groans and slowly rolls his hips against mine- antagonizing slow. My eyes roll from the ecstasy and my breath warms his cheek. He sucks my finger and swirls his tongue around the tip. I laugh breaking our spell.

“You’re a natural,” I chuckle. “I bet you’ll love sucking cock as much as Cort and I do.”

Whitt give me a demonstration that curls my toes, “
Ohhh…Fuck that’s good,” I hiss as he shows me how much he looks forward to a hot man deep inside his throat.

I lean back and press a palm to his hard thigh and ride him in a smooth, rapid wave while he
sucks my finger and captures my gaze. I prove to him that being a man isn’t about being in control or on top, it’s about letting go and finding mutual pleasure.

“This is my favorite position,” I chuckle and start to ride him faster than I’ve ridden anyone before. His constant flow of precum allows me to be rough without worry.

“I couldn’t tell,” he says huskily and grips my hips and thrusts harder from beneath me.

“I lost my virginity in this position,” I admit with an erotic moan.

“Seriously?” He sounds impressed.

“Seriously.
He’d let me do whatever I wished. But I needed someone like you. I don’t believe in the mating of a dominant force with a submissive one. It’s partnership for me. I need a strong lover who will try to tame me, one who I can try to tame,” I tease him.

“Ah, that explains so much,” he says breathlessly. He isn’t being sarcastic. I just offered him the
biggest insight into my needs.

“I call this fucking making love,” I chuckle and roll my hips so fast that sweat beads from every pore and I can no longer talk because I can’t catch my breath as I moan.

“Ugh,” I yelp in surprise.

My face is pressed into the mattress with Whitt riding my back. “Oh, God,” pours from my throat. “
Don’t fucking stop,” I groan.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you from behind,” Whitt breathes into my ear menacingly and it flips a switch inside of me. It’s the switch Ezra likes to flip- the one that makes me feel high- t
aken- possessed and consumed. 

“Do it for real,” I grunt. “
Do it!”

“What?” He says in shock and his deep, hard thrusts falter.

“I can teach you many things, Sunshine- things that your future lover will beg you for. I want your cock in my ass. Now!” I demand.

He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls from my pussy and within a second he’s buried to the hilt inside my ass. I writhe and groan. My fingers dig into the mattress. I bite my forearm to stop the scream that’s building.

Whitt’s mouth latches onto my shoulder as he pours hot inside my body. He doesn’t stop the pounding because this man never needs a rest. If he wants his cock hard, it will obey his command. He will give you orgasm after orgasm as he seeks his own.

“Daniel,” I thrust my hips back to rise up to give him access to what I need. “When you do this to a guy or a girl make sure you take care of their needs too. Press two fingers inside of me and curve them
towards the front of my body.”

“Uh…” I buck my hips when his fingers slide deep inside me and hook. “Perfect. Slide them out a bit until you feel the bump and press on it with your fingertips.”

I hiss an unintelligible word when he hits the right spot. “Do that for about a minute and you’ll see what it feels like to be a real man,” I growl.

My back arches sharply and my neck loses all functionality as I writhe and groan. Whitt fucks my ass like a wild man- primal mating. Our mingled grunts and groans add to the act. The past minute he hasn’t stopped pouring hot inside of me. My thighs are drenched from his spendings and he’s using it to pave the way for my intense finger-fucking.

“Daniel,” I scream his name unable to contain myself and I pray that my daughter doesn’t wake up.

My body seizes as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure flows from my body and drenches the bed. Whitt giggles in ecstasy as he experi
ences his first g-spot orgasm.

“Holy shit,” he whispers in awe and I laugh while my body bucks uncontrollably.

A soft knock has us freezing and our breath ceases.

“Mom,” Ella calls from the other side of the door. I close my eyes in silent prayer that she doesn’t turn the knob. Nothing could explain away the position were in. And I don’t want her getting an eyeful of our asses.

“I’m sorry if I woke you. Everything’s fine. You can go back to bed,” I coax her.

“Is Dad in there with you?” She says without shame. She’s approaching her eleventh birthday and we’ve had the birds and the bees talk. She knows what we’re doing. But a kid is a kid and she’ll be pissed at me if it’s anyone but Whitt in here.

“It’s me, ladybug. Go on to bed. I’ll be in there in a minute to help you fall asleep,” Whitt says softly and then hides his face between my shoulders and laughs.

“I’d have to say that that’s a first,” he laughs. “As much as I hate waking her, it’s the most normal freaking thing that’s ever happened to me. Our vows and signing papers didn’t make me feel this way. But having our daughter catch us in the act makes me feel like a husband and father for the first time. Jesus, I love you.”

“Oh, please. From now on you can take the brunt of the parenting,” I laugh and flip us over. “A shower is necessary for both of us. I’ll change the sheets while you visit with her.”

“I’m seriously impressed,” Whitt says in awe as he follows me to the bathroom. “I feel like a rockstar right now.”

“You are a rockstar. Don’t ever doubt your man status. The first guy you fuck is going to glue himself to your cock so you can’t get away. Don’t waste your first time on an asshole because whoever he is, you’ll have him forever,” I tease him and wink. I already have an asshole in mind. Dalton is the biggest asshole on the planet, but underneath the disguise is Whitt’s perfect mate.

Chapter Twenty-Five

I’ve felt fury before and it was always directed at a Whittenhower- the eldest Daniel and Adelaide. It was understandable because a mother will always go postal when her children are the target.

I am so furious that I could melt the Sun or burn Satan alive.

I bite my lip, tongue, and the inside of my cheek to stem my need to scream bloody murder.

Cortez grips my fingers and I don’t know if it’s because my best friend is trying to restrain me from killing his partner or he wants me to make sure he doesn’t kill him. Either way, Ezra only has five more minutes of life in his veins. He broke another promise and this time it was to me. No one breaks a promise to Queen.

We stand in the dark dungeon wearing black cowls and night vision goggles- very cloak and dagger. It’s too bad the goggles bring everything into clarity. Frankly, I’d love to close my eyes and not watch, but the silence is deafening. I could hear a pin drop, or in this case, breathing- Marcus and Katya’s erotic breathing as they join as one.

I enjoyed watching my friend come out of her shell as she worked her submissive. I was impressed with Katya’s natural skill and Monica prospered from it. It was the perfect scene. We all greeted her in turn. I wanted to cry as Dalton humiliated her. I felt for both of them. I wanted to slap Syn for testing Kat so brutally. But nothing prepared me for this.
I stand in a semi-circle with my fellow Masters, clutching my best friend’s hand like a child in the dark. Tears fill the wells of my goggles- tears of betrayal.