Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (66 page)

Chapter Five

A palm on the back of my head smashes me face-first into the wall. I cry out as cold cement digs into my cheek. My arms hang limply at my sides. All of my weight is on my face and my feet.

It had only taken seconds. I left the meeting room with Ezra in tow. As soon as I entered the Zeitler room he shut the door. I heard Marc tapping the code into the door trying to get in and stop him. With the flick of Ezra’s wrist a bar dropped down securing us inside. No one was getting in or out. I can’t hear anything in the hallway and I know this room is soundproof.

A boot knocks against the inside of my left ankle and then my right until I spread my legs as if he pulled my puppet strings. I scream when he pushes his length inside me. He feels large and thick inside my unprepared body. Moisture rushes to the source to pave the way. I feel shame that my body immediately accepts his invasion- relishes the sensation.

I’m in shock. The only thought that courses through my mind is that I wished I’d worn pants so I’d have had advanced warning. I’m wearing a corseted dress. The bottom is overlapping panels of purple iridescent sheer fabric. The corset is black, laced with purple ribbon. I have no underthings on.

I didn’t have time to fight back. I wonder when he removed himself from his trousers. It must have been as he was walking behind me to this room.

He doesn’t pound into me. He simply rotates his hips in a circular motion, stretching me. I remain passive and don’t fight back. I’m in shock.

When he no longer meets resistance he pushes harder and I hiccup a breath with every thrust. He’s panting in my ear. His smoky scent seeps into my skin.

“He fucks my mate, so I’ll fuck his. If you tell a soul I will tell my mother you’re fucking her husband. She wouldn’t take kindly to the knowledge. She wouldn’t hurt him, but she would you. You do know the reason your lover has you say you’re a lesbian is so that my mother would never suspect you,” he reveals. 

“What?
” Rolls off my stunned tongue.

“If you love him you’ll keep your mouth shut.” His voice isn’t the glass-on-glass sound anymore. He’s purring a smoky cadence that arouses.

He adjusts his angle on my hips. Ezra releases the hand pressing my face into the wall and rubs my cheek until the marks diminish.

“Why?” I whimper out.

“Because I can,” He says hotly. “Because I know what he’s been doing to Cortez. I’ve had enough. Today he came home and could barely speak. I kissed him and he tried to get away, but I knew why. I finally got a taste- a taste of Marcus on his tongue. I then reached inside his pants and they were saturated from the half a dozen times he came while he was skullfucked. You all think I’m oblivious. I’m not, dammit,” he shouts and thrusts violently.

I grunt from my chest as his thrusts strengthen with his needs. He grips my hips and pumps up at an angle. His nails sink into my flesh. He’s fiery hot inside me- burning me from the inside out. His length cuts through me as if made of scalding hot, tempered steel.

“Call me Master Ez. I’m your new Master. Do you understand me, Queen? You will do as I say.” The words are menacing and forceful, but they’re spoken with a soft tongue.

“Yes, Master Ez,” I grunt out from three fast, powerful thrusts.

I feel sick inside because a pressure is building in me. I whimper as he shifts to hit that swelling, traitorous spot deep inside of my body. It always hurts with its intensity. I don’t want to have an orgasm from what he’s doing, but the humiliation of having that type would be worse. I curse him for having a curved penis.

“Every time he fucks Cort’s mouth, I will fuck you- a mate for a mate. This time it’s rape. It’s not the first time I’ve done it, not even the third, but it will be the last. From this moment on you have a choice. You either let me fuck you or I will drag you to my mother and she can ruin both yours and my father’s
lives,” he hisses menacingly.

“I like you as a person. This isn’t about you, I’m sorry. Don’t go to Marcus and warn him not to fuck Cort’s face. If you do I’ll take you to my mother. The choice will always be whatever I suggest versus my
mother’s wrath,” he threatens.

“That really isn’t a choice, Master Ez, and you know it. It’s called blackmail,” I grunt out as h
e thrusts with my every word. 

“Good, I’m glad we understand each other.” He says with dark humor.

My body snaps out of shock. Sensations bombard me. I still can’t believe that he’s doing this. This morning I willingly allowed him into my body so he could enjoy his partner- connect with his partner. Now he’s raping me against a cold wall. This morning he was Ezra; tonight he’s Master Ez. Do they even know the other exists? Is he either-or, or is he observing while he behaves in such a manner. I can’t reason with Ezra behaving this way. I can’t fathom Ezra raping me.

“The first time I raped I didn’t know it was rape. I was fifteen-years-old. I was told by my mother to help her with a problem she was having. He was kind enough not to say anything. It wasn’t until the next time, a year
later, that I knew what I’d done was wrong. The look of horror on his face as he awakened informed me he hadn’t called for me. He wasn’t mean to me, but he asked why. I told him my mother told me to do it. Later that night my mother screamed at me that I was a rapist because I was a product of rape. She only speaks to me in public. She blames me for what my father did to her- both my fathers.”

I sob in horror, not for the acts that he’s inflicting on me, but what he’s describing. I know who he’s speaking of. I weep for the child and the man. I know who the other player is in this game. I know who Adelaide’s Master is.

“I thought you should know more about the man you love. You can understand him better now. I watched with pride while he punished my mother. He blames her for what happened to him, for what she made me do. He couldn’t save me from my birth father, though. I added my best friend, someone who I swore to protect, to my list of victims. And then I raped an innocent girl who was walking on a trail. I was good until you. You will be my last victim. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Katya Waters,” I cry out in a quive
ring voice filled with terror.

“Yes, she will be my wife.” He says matter of fact.

“Why me?” My voice trembles.

“He wouldn’t touch me. He always looked at me as his son, yet he looked at Cort like a lover, a confidant. Cort took my place by his side. Cort won’t touch me, but he’ll swallow my father’s cock and love it. You even the score. Every time he takes Cort, I will take you. Because we’re all fucked up and I’m trying to fix it!”

He howls a primal scream and thrust violently. It hurts as much as it feels exceptional. I try to shut myself off and not feel. The pressure builds and my choice is to release it or suffer.

“Master Ez?” I ask
calmly. He stills as I speak.

“Yes, Queen,” he says softly against my neck. His breath flutters my short hair.

“Does Ezra see you doing this right now?” I ask softly.

“He’s but a passenger, he thinks and watches, but he cannot stop us without effort. His pain doesn’t want us to stop.” Master Ez explains how he and Ezra are not the same entity.

Master Ez calls me Queen. Ezra, the boy I met when he was fourteen, only calls me Regina. As soon as I confirm that he’s two different personalities, he no longer pretends to be Ezra. His demeanor changes, even the way he touches me.

“Master Ez? You were born in the woods of rur
al Pennsylvania, weren’t you?”

“No, I solidified a few days before, when Cort and Aaron showed up. I never would have been born if Ezra’s lunatic mother hadn’t used her child. I protect him from her. I helped him deal with Katya, but he was the one driving us.” He speaks calmly as if he isn’t speaking of every facet of rape.

“Why are you trusting me?” It’s an odd question considering he’s raping me and will be blackmailing me every time Cort’s with Marcus. But I want to know why the one who protects Ezra is placing his faith in me.

“We know that if Marcus trusts you enough to love you as his partner, then we m
ust as well,” he says softly. 

“I’m not his p
artner,” I stammer in denial. 

“Yes you are.” He says firmly.

“How come you picked me?” I whine.

“I wanted you. And it was equalizing. Even Ezra feels the justice in this even if he’s screaming at me right now. He is gay. I am not. I wanted to have someone to make me feel good. This morning while the lovers were using you, I wanted to please you and they didn’t notice. I was pissed at Ezra for ignoring me. I’m sick of waiting. It will be awhile before we have Katya. She’s perfect for us. I like girls and he has a confusing connection to her. She was
his
only victim. I took the others. Since Cort can’t figure out what the hell he wants, she will please him as well. We’ll be mutually happy,” pleasure laces his voice as he speaks. 

“Ezra wa
nts you to leave, doesn’t he?”

“No, I’d rather stay. You’re aching inside. I can feel it. Let me ease you.” He’s the owner of the seductive voice. When he’s pissed, it’s scratching glass. When he’s happy, it’s pure, velvety seduction. Ezra’s voice is smooth and calm.

“I don’t want to cum for you, Master Ez. I didn’t consent to this. I’d stop if you’d allow it,” I say firmly. 

“You lie to yourself. You enjoy this and you think you shouldn’t. I can feel you inside, Queen. You’re so swollen that you must be in pain. Let go. The only reason this is force is because I needed you to know I was serious. I’m not hurting you. I offer you choices. I offer you pleasure. You already took Ezra into your body. I prefer a warm, wet pussy to an ass. Ezra’s obviously an ass man,” he says this matter of f
act without a trace of humor. 

“Just cum and I won’t tell anyone. I promise,” I vow. 

“You already won’t tell anyone. But this will go on until you get relief. Every time we’re together you’ll cum for me. We will go forever if that is what it takes,” Master Ez warns. 

“Fine, get to working. Standing here having a conversation while my feet fall asleep isn’t going to get me off. You’re a sick fucking bastard!”

My mind swirls in chaos. I don’t want to enjoy this. I don’t want to understand this figment of Ezra. Master Ez is the part of Ezra that helps him deal with his pain. He isn’t doing this to harm me. He doesn’t feel the emotions of a normal person. Ezra feels everything and Master Ez feels nothing. Master Ez is a sociopath who sees rape as an option as long as you both have release.

I start to cry for all of us. I hiccup, and snot runs down my face. He stands behind me, still inside me, confused.

He yanks his dress-shirt off and pulls off his undershirt. He gently cleans my face off with his undershirt and hands it to me. He shifts his hips around, arches my back up, and brings my legs together until his are on the outside. He pushes a few test thrusts to see if it’s where he wants me. I hiss when he hits me where I ache.

“Keep the shirt. I don’t want you to ruin this gorgeous dress. Press it to your cunny. You’re going to gush for me. Someone kept you primed all day and didn’t give you relief- damned fool. It probably started with those blubbering lovers. You need to find release with a cock. I said press the shirt down there,” he repeats when I don’t immediately comply. 

It’s so surreal that I stand frozen like a stunned animal. He sighs heavily- another Master Ez trait- and slides the shirt from my loose hands. He covers me, holding the shirt between my clenched thighs.

He moans into my ear as he rolls his hips. “You’re such a good girl, Queen. Even after two kids you’re tight. I’m pleased that you haven’t had many lovers.” He groan
s as he speeds up his thrusts.

I clench my teeth. I whimper. It hurts so badly. I don’t want to do it. I start to cry again. Every pass the pressure builds. It takes all of my control to stay my release. I hate that I can have a g-spot orgasm. It’s embarrassing and too powerful. It hurts until it happens. One moment you feel like you’re going to have an accident and the next the floor floods with your ejaculation.

“Queen, let go. Let me ease your ache. You’re upsetting Ezra,” he manipulates me. 

“We can’t have that, now
can we?” I say sarcastically.

“No, we cannot,” he says in all seriousness. Fuck! He was created to make sure Ezra never gets upset.

I close my eyes and feel the smooth slide of him over that spot. My body’s primed. I already feel moisture flooding the shirt. I marry my breathing with Master Ez’s. His chest moves rapidly against my back with every grunt. I equalize myself with his rhythm.

I huff several breaths in time with his thrusts. Every muscle in my body flexes, nearly cramping. My legs lose all function. Master Ez holds me up with his hands on my hips or I’d fall to the floor. My body turns to jelly.

“Out! Out!” I shout in a panic. “I can’t if you’re in there,” I scream with urgency.