Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (45 page)

“Trust him to tell you,” I murmur under my breath and he laughs. He must have the best eardrums on the planet.

“I’m his Master, of course he’ll tell me important things; that’s my job. He asked me if later on he could have your services. It didn’t need to be sex, but domination. He wants you to know him better first.”

“Will he let me see hi
m first?” I ask incredulously.

“I don’t k
now. It’s entirely up to him.”

“Are you al
right with me dominating him?”

He winces and I know he isn’t. Queen is territorial, so I understand why he wouldn’t want to share Jamie. It would be nice to use a real person for once. Cort doesn’t really submit, so it doesn’t count. And next week we’re bringing Fate into the mix for the last of my training. I need to perfect my Lesbian cover. I would love to work a real submissive male.

“It’s alright, Marcus. I understand. I would have a hard time sharing my real submissive. He’s yours.”

I swim around trying to get warm while Marc plays
Jaws
. He even hums the theme song as he circles me in the water. When my teeth start to chatter he puts me out of my misery.

“Next spring we will come back and swim often. Maybe we could bring the rest of the gang. It would be fun. Or you and the ladies and Ella could come out here for a picnic. I’ll put the directions in your GPS. I love swimming, it’s so freeing. I feel so fluid with the water- buoyant.”

He lifts out of the water and kneels on the dock. The cold water had no effect on his arousal. He’s pointing at me with his desire. He offers me a hand out of the water. I stumble on the edge of the dock and land on my back. He quickly covers me with his body.

“I’ll warm you up, Regina,” he happily mutters.

He is too. He was in the same frigid water as me, but his skin is scalding hot against my chilled flesh. I moan at how amazing it feels to have him warm me.

He wiggles until he’s where he wants to be. Without any preamble, he enters me. Marcus doesn’t believe in foreplay, at least not with me. The cold and the water removed any moisture I had to offer. He makes it halfway in and stops. My body won’t allow him farther access and if he were to push, it would hurt me.

He doesn’t thrust or move. He just lies on top of my while resting halfway inside my body. He seems content to cover me.

“I’ve had four people ask me permission to have sex with you, Regina. I’ve told them all no. I’m honored that you allow me to make love to you. It honors me that you chose me after only being with Grant. It makes me feel closer to him and you. I don’t want to lose that. Of the four, I’ve said yes to one, never to another, train and I will think about it, and finally, I don’t think that
is a good idea, to the last.”

“Who?”
I want to know who the yes was because it scares the shit out of me. Don’t I get a say in this. It’s my body. But he told me that my body was no longer mine- it’s his.

“I told Cort never. I told Roman yes if he trained with me. He asked me this morning. He was very candid about the affect you had on him last night. He actually wanted to say yes to the training. I told him it would just
be he and I, and no one would need to know until he was comfortable. He’ll get back with me and I know he will agree.”

He kisses me softer than he ever has before. Usually our kisses are violent passion with extreme fucking. Tonight he kisses me as a lover and rocks into me preparing my body for his.
He closes his eyes and groans.

“I won’t last long, I fear. I’ve been crazed for days. I knew Roman’s visit was coming up, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It wasn’t mine to tell. I wanted you to see Kristal for
who and what she really is. I could have told you, but it wouldn’t have had the same impact. I’m sorry about how brutal I was towards you. It has rubbed my conscience raw.”  

“Thank you, Master. I see her for who she really is. I always have. I’ve just waited for the evidence to pile up.”  I sigh heavily because I have no
clue what to do with her.

“Marcus tonight, not Master,” he requests. “I told Roman that if he trained, yes, because I know you’d love to dominate him. Queen specifically picked him out for you. I won’t begrudge you the pleasure. I told Cort no because you’re better as you are. The closeness and connection would be ruined by casual sex. You’re not a casual person, Regina. The Pretty Boy has been begging that during your initiation that he has permission to have sex with you. I haven’t told him no. It’s wrong and right all at the same time and it’s killing me. I don’t want you to do it. Your connection will be stronger to him than to me. He’s stronger than you and I fear he would try to become your Master. He wants to be. I’m angry at Kristal for telling him your identity. We’ve fought daily since. He wants you as his- he sees you as his. He has a compelling argument. I’m torn.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will soon enough. Regina, please do everything I say at your initiation. I fear the fallout if you don’t,” his
voice breaks. 

“Why?”

“It would be stacking the deck if I tell you. I had to negotiate to get him off my back. He’s very shrewd and calculating- a genius. He’s an amazing man and I’m very proud of him. I would applaud him if it wasn’t for the fact that we’re bartering over you and I fear for your emotional state if you do have sex with him.”

“Why, wi
ll he hurt me?” I ask in fear.

“Um- no,” he laughs. “He’s asked for many provisions if he manages to sway me. He wants to make love to you. I’m sorry, Regin
a,” he whispers.  

I bury my face into the side of his neck. I’m confused, shocked, and scared. The one emotion I feel and I don’t want to admit, is aroused. It’s flattering that someone has begged my Master for a chance to be with me. I don’t want to feel aroused. It’s wrong. But it’s obvious when Marcus starts to take deeper, smoother thrusts as my body floods my core with moisture. I’m embarrassed because Marcus knows why it happened. I blush and my body flames from embarrassment. I’m no longer cold, th
at’s for sure.

“He would please you, Regina. I have no doubt of this. He’s waited a long time. He doesn’t want you to know who he is until after he’s entered you and that is where I’m torn. You should know who you’re bedding, especially since I know with 100% accuracy that you wouldn’t say yes if you knew. Will you feel pleasure and connection? Yes. Afterwards will you feel sick? Yes. I’m not the only one with concerns. Jamie is counseling me. We agree that it’s good and bad, wrong and right, and that you will undoubtedly react when it’s over. He doesn’t want you to do it either. But he understands and it’s out of our hands now. It’s up to you,” he says hopelessly. 

Marcus makes slow love to me on the dock. The water lapping against the wooden supports is in time with our rocking. The night air is brisk, but Marc’s heat warms me. He said he wouldn’t last long, but he’s going slowly. He usually pounds like a jackhammer. Tonight, he wants it to last. He stops every few minutes to chat. He’s apologizing with his body and connecting to me on a level we’ve previously never reached. I can see it’s affecting him greatly. He keeps kissing every part of my body he can reach without moving from my embrace and whispering my name.

“Jamie wants you to dominate him, but he also wants you in his bed. I said yes. It will be up to you. After you’ve connected more through digitally chatting, you can decide. I won’t stop you. His bed is open to you whenever you want to be in it. It will be up to him to determine if you see him or not. It’s not my decision.” His voice is so quiet that I can’t de
termine what emotion it hides.

“Do you want me to sleep with him? If it’s not domination, then it’s about real sex.” My voice betrays my hurt. I feel like he is giving me away. I’ve never been enough to keep. I know that I will never settle down with someone and create a life. I’m not wired that way. I also know that what’s between Marcus and I is about my Master trying to connect with me. It isn’t that he’s in love with me. I’ve known it from the start and tried not to get too attached. He’s not for me.

“No, Regina. I don’t want you to, but as you’re so fond of saying in regards to me, ‘I have no say in your affairs.’ I can’t stop you from this. It will be your decision.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s your job to have a say in
all my affairs,” I laugh out.

“Tru
e, hold me tight,” he murmurs.

I wrap my arms and legs around him in a near stranglehold. His hands slip beneath me and grasp my ass. He lifts my hips at an angle and slides deep within me. He’s deeper than I’ve ever felt since he’s more aroused than ever. Both his length and girth have expanded, filling me past the point of pain. I wait for him to turn into a beast a
nd ride me ragged. He doesn’t.

My nails bite into his tender backside as I moan into the wind. He pants in my ear and offers words of affection. I dig my heels into his back and press him as tightly to my body as possible. My core struggles to accept him and the pain is exquisite- it means I’m alive.

My orgasm builds slowly, the pressure is maddening. My skin prickles as my nerves try to interpret all the sensation they’re fielding. I can even feel my hair and nails. One moan mingles into the next cry, creating a symphony of pleasures to fill the night sky.

Marcus howls as his release scalds me inside. His climax brings on my own. The undeniable truth of my dominance, I have a difficulty finding release until my partner does.

His release extends mine and mine extends his. My core milks at him as he throbs and releases more into my body. It’s a never ending cycle. My body is wracked with waves of pleasure so intense that it’s painful.

We simultaneously go limp and he begins to chuckle. His laughs vibrate from his chest to mine.

“That was intense. That’s the first time I tried to make love instead of fuck. My God that was incredible,” he says in awe. “I still have another one in me, though. I think a fuck is in order this time.”

He flexes his cock inside me proving that he never softened. If anything, he’s harder than before, which I find impossible. Abruptly he sits up and draws me to straddle his
hips without disconnecting us.

“I don’t want you to get slivers in your back from the dock. Hold on my shoulders,” he commands.

I quickly comply because I know that gleam in his eye- I’m in for it. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. He sits on his heels and pumps into me from beneath. Each thrust is harder than the last. He presses his hand into the small of my back and twists his hips so that his pelvis grinds on my clit. I howl when the contact is made. I’m sore from the last time, but it hurts so good.

Love making for Marcus is words of affection. I’ve noticed this when he’s gentle with Cort. I’ve heard stories of Cort’s punishments or, rather, Marc’s frustrations. He’s brutal with Cort and spews words of lust. This is the first time I’ve experienced both back-to-back, and never before tonight have I heard either. I’m shocked. All I can do is hang on and endure his onslaught.

“I love the way my cock feels in your tight cunt while we fuck. You have no idea how much I masturbate reliving how this feels,” he grunts. 

He pulls my hair back roughly at an angle and bites my neck hard. He digs his teeth in and moves his head side-to-side making sure his mark lasts. It hurts like a bitch. I gasp an
d groan as he marks me as his.

“Your cunt is mine. Master is so pleased that you aren’t a dirty whore. You saved yourself for me all those years. If anyone other than Grant had come before me, I’d kill them with my bare hands.”

His fingers tighten on my breasts and grip painfully hard. He twists his hands until my breasts feel like they are going to rip off.

“These are the most beautiful pieces of flesh I’ve ever seen. Your tits are mine, too. Did you like Jamie sucking your tits? He relives that night over and over, too, rubbing his cock raw. Did you like the Pretty Boy’s hands on them? Did he touch you softly?” He asks snidely.

He twists harder to demonstrate he isn’t the other Master. I cry out and he twists harder in punishment. I keep my mouth shut after that. I’m a fast learner.

I don’t answer because he’s in a rage. I’ve often wondered if he’s bipolar. One moment he’s calm and loving, the next he’s calm and deadly.

He takes me roughly with brutality. It’s not borderline violent- it’s violence. I thought last night was bad as he pounded me from behind while I gripped the chair-rail. I was wrong. He’s a feral animal.

My orgasm hits me like a freight-train out of nowhere. I scream and dig my nails into his back. He ro
ars with power and possession.

“Cum for me, bitch,” he demands and pounds harder. “No one will ever make you come like me,” he growls.

I’d agree with him if it’d make him stop and it wouldn’t even be a lie. The most powerful orgasm of my life has me writhing above him as he pounds me from beneath. All I can do is whimper and take it.

“I’m going to cum inside my cunt- mine. If anyone releases in you, I will kill them. I’ve wanted to kill Pretty Boy because that is one of his provisions. The only thing stopping me is that it would hurt you and Jamie if I did. Roman will never have the pleasure-ever. This is for me and Jamie. Your cunt is for us- my cunt!
MY CUNT!” He screams as he pours molten lava inside me. Pump after pump of semen floods my flesh. It’s a never ending torrent from him. He doesn’t stop screaming until he stops releasing.