Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (73 page)

I wipe the sweat from my brow and then run my hands down the sides of my skirt. Similar dress: It’s another black corseted-top dress with layer-upon-layer of crimson-red toile for the skirt. I have on black pantyhose that are embossed up the outsides of the legs in a floral pattern. The pantyhose are my protection against Master Ez.
I enter. I’m not scared of Master Ez.

I lean against the door with my eyes shut and breathe. Why did he ask me here if he wasn’t going to be waiting?

“You look gorgeous,” a silky voice purrs and I jump again.

“I thought you weren’t here. Why did Aaron let me in?” My voice quivers in fear- hell, yeah… I’m afraid of Master Ez.

The office doesn’t get a second of my notice. Master Ez sits at his desk. He doesn’t get up. He smirks at me lasciviously. His steel eyes glow in the dim room. He commands me to look at him and I can’t stop.

“I ask the questions, Regina.” The cadence is smooth, but there is an undercurrent of threat.

He called me Regina, only Ezra calls me Regina. The one that was upset when I fled to the bathroom is the childlike Ezra- he probably would call me Regina, too. Master Ez calls me Queen. The true Ezra is a combination of both- an integrated personality. He’s the one talking to me. Why is
HE
looking at me like that?

“I don’t understand that look, Ezra,” I mumble. 

“As I’ve said over and over, we are one in the same- Master Ez and I.” He sighs like he gets sick of pointing out that fact.

“Um- yeah… but Master Ez loves ladies and they’re missing an appendage for you to enjoy,” I tease because anything else wo
uld scare the shit out of me. 

“Regina, Regina,” he laughs. “The Ezra I used to be liked boys. That changed- quickly and against my will. Master Ez only likes girls. Doesn’t it seem likely that if who I used to be liked boys and who manifested liked woman, that perhaps I enjoy both now? If we are to cohabitate in peace, we have certain concessions to make.”

“What do you want me to call you- this you?” I point at him.

“If we are in the dungeon, regardless of
who I am, you call me Master Ez and I call you Queen. In private, we are Ezra and Regina. In Restraint, we are the Boss and Queen.” He looks at me waiting for me to call him the appropriate name.

It’s like a riddle. We’re in Restraint, but in private. He keeps calling me Regina, but that doesn’t matt
er. He’s probably tricking me.

“Boss, what do you need of me t
his evening?” He smirks at me.

“Well played. Come around my desk. Come to me,” he says luring me.

I walk slowly trying to figure out what sort of game he’s playing. He does have three laptops running on his desk, so perhaps he did need my help. The anticipatory look on his face is frightening as hell, though. His eyes are darker than before and tracking me.

From one heartbeat to the next, I’m impaled with m
y ass on the edge of his desk.

“Fuuuuucccckkk,” I cry out as I cum.

My nails bite into his forearms- clench and release. Quick pants puff from my lips. My head smacks the desk hard enough that it’s going to have a bump.

“What was that for?” I whine. “He di
dn’t take Cort’s mouth again.”

“No, he didn’t. What are you complaining about? You want it,” he purrs salaciously. 

The Boss is balls-deep inside of me but unmoving as I pulse around his cock. Moisture trickles down my thigh.

“Did you fuck him?” He growls.
“What are you talking about?” I complain.

He rips my pantyhose farther apart and rams in far enough that his sack must be inside me.

“Oh my God,” I hiss and writhe.

“There’s only one Spyder in the Tri-State area and it was parked in your driveway until an hour ago. He was there for sixteen hours
,” he professes in disbelief. 

“How do you know that?” I whimper when he tries to shove his way th
rough me.

“I’ve learned from the best. He thinks he has secrets. Cort thinks he has secrets. You think you have secrets. You all have none. Marcus taps us. Don’t you think I might do it as well?” He smirks at me arrogantly.

“You guys are fucking lunatics,” I growl at him.

“Welcome to the family,
Mom,
” he says snidely. He pounds into me viciously with every word. I huff in air with every thrust.

“I haven’t had sex with him in over two months. It’s not like that. I’d had enough sex yesterday, or don’t you remember,” I bait him. 

“Oh, I remember. I relived it a thousand times last night. I’m nearly rubbed raw,” he snaps at me.
I grunt like an animal with every pound. The desk is rocking on its feet. The laptops are jostling and miscellaneous office supplies are rolling onto the floor. Thump…Thump…Thump…

All I can do is take it, grunt, and enjoy the continuously flowing orgasm.

His furious face transforms as I feel the telltale signs of impending release. He looks tranquil and sweet, if a sociopath can look sweet.

He kisses me softly and rabidly pounds into me releasing his seed as deep as he can go without puncturing an organ.

Before we catch our breath, he plunks me into an office chair next to his. He sits down and doesn’t put his tool away. It’s ruddy and wet with a combination of our cum. It just flops there on his opened trousers in its post-coital splendor. It’s a threat that this was only the first time of the night.

Now I know why he hadn’t answered the door. I bet he called Aaron to come and do it. He took me so fast I couldn’t think. He’d been sitting here waiting with his cock out. My pantyhose didn’t stand a chance.
Moisture that I’d released is dripping down the side of the desk. Some of it reroutes around the drawers and drips to the floor, where it collects into a puddle. Some of it must be inside the top drawer. I flick my gaze away in shame.

Marcus assured me the next time wouldn’t be a surprise; therefore, it wouldn’t feed my needs. I was surprised all right. My entire body shudders as it enjoys the endorphins raging through my veins.

Two of the laptops have security feeds on them- nine boxes of black and white, live video. I recognize the Brownstone, Restraint’s club, Restraint’s dungeon, an office floor, and a bunch of rooms in Lord knows whose houses. My son walks into view and I jump out of my seat.
“Oh, come on,” he impatiently says as he yanks me back to my seat. “I’ll hook you up with the links to these feeds if you’ll help me. I would think you’d appreciate me watching out for him. I’m only bad with you, no one else,” he devilishly smirks at me and his gray eyes twinkle. 

“I feel so
honored,” I say sarcastically.

“As you should,” he says seriously, but his lip twitches and I know he caught the sarcasm.

“I’ve been speaking to Katya on the web as two separate personalities,” Ezra admits. 

“Oh, that must be difficult
for you to do,” I say snidely.

“It’s surprisingly easy,” he deeply laughs. “She’s ignoring me. No matter how many times I ping her she will not respond. One of the personalities is Kimber, a survivor of violence. The other is Dr. Jeannine. I worry that it has become obvious that I’m not as I say I am. Dr. Jeannine is easy to play, female or not, a therapist never speaks about anything private. Kimber is the issue. I have the victim perfected since I’m using my own experiences, but it’s the chatting that I can’t do. Katya wishes for friendship and I have nothing to draw from that is female. I can’t tell her what I do with my day because she’d freak the fuck out.”

“You want me to be this Kimber person and snare an innocent woman for you. Is that what you are saying?” I ask incredulously.

“Yes and no,” he lies flawlessly and I see right through his bullshit. “I’ll give you the logs of our previous chats. You know more about me than anyone except for Marcus. You’re a lady a
nd I know you do girly stuff.”

“I have no say in this, do I?”

“No, absolutely none,” he says matter of fact.

“I ha
ve a condition,” I negotiate. 

“Name it,” he says eagerly.

“You can’t force her- ever. I will cut your dick off and stuff it down your throat. Everything will be her choice. You can’t do this creepy shit. While I play Kimber, I’ll get attached to her and I don’t want harm to come to her.”

“Let’s negotiate. I want you to feel protective of her since one day you may be h
er mother-in-law,” he teases. 

I smack
his chest and he laughs at me.

“It could happen,” he shrugs. “You’re better for the job than my Mother is. I will not force her sexually. I will make her come to me willingly. Is that fair? I said you were the last of my victims. I meant it. I feel closer to being complete. But I will do the creepy shit. I need the surveillance for my own peace of mind. If I don’t have it, I may resort to na
stier measures,” he threatens.

“This conversation will be revisited often. I’ll watch your mental state, Ezra. I mean it. She was hurt once. She ma
y not have the strength I do.”

“Okay, I know that,” he says softly. “Force her to respond or whatever you have to do to get the message to her. Find h
er,” he nervously orders. 

I pull a pile of paper over and read through the logs of conversations as Dr. Jeannine and then Kimber. He was surprisingly sane and gentle with her. I recognize a lot of truth in his words.
“What are your intentions?” I ask without looking up from the conversation logs.
“Marriage and a family, and as normal a life as we can have.” He says honestly.

“What of Restraint?”

“She wants that. I’ve been talking to her for a while. The club was just an idea we were toying with. Marcus helped me by giving me to Dexter. I was almost finished with training when I started speaking to Katya. She’s the one that brought it up. The idea became reality because I wanted her to have it. She’s like us. Once you’re fucked up, normal isn’t exciting enough,” he says rather manically. 

“I have the say of when she comes to Restraint. Kimber will persuade her. I’m changing the password to this account. I promise not to out you, but Kimber will be me and me alone,” I declare.  

“May I sit with you while you chat?” He says happily because I’m doing as he asked.

“Yes, but not all of the time, though. I’ll print the logs out and you can read them afterwards.”

“Okay,” he says happily.

“You’re being awfully nice to me considering what you did a few minutes after I arrived,” I say in
suspicion and stare him down. 

“I like you, Regina. But we’re talking Katya right now. When we aren’t, be prepared for the unexpected.” Ezra’s gray eyes twinkle with evil intent.

“Oh, Lord,” I draw out. “You’re fucking nuts.”

“It’s only fun if you don’t see it coming.” He winks at me.

“Alright, back to Katya Waters. When is she coming here and how?”

“A position at Edge Publishing just unexpectedly opened up. She will be here in a month or two, no longer. Her apartment is alr
eady ready,” he says giddily. 

“This is yours?” I tap the security feed. It’s a modern designed living room. I recognize Cort’s leather jacket hanging on the arm of the sofa.

“This is Katya’s new apartment, I bet.” I tap the adjacent screen. The living room is identical, not the furnishings- the layout.

“Nice, isn’t it,” he purrs grandly. “She told Kimber what she liked and Kimber’s very
generous.” He softly giggles.

“Well played, Dr. Lunatic,” I snort. I can’t help but laugh with him. 

The third laptop has a web browser running. After five minutes of typing in commands with the IP addresses that Katya uses the most often, I’m able to track her movements. I start pinging her.
“The Castrator, really?” I shake my head at the screen name he chose for Kimber.

The
Castrator
:
Here Kitty, Kitty. Come out and chat…

“Regina, you make me proud. You’re as diabolical as him. You two will be excellent together,” he says without the tone of disapproval and jealousy that he usually speaks with. 

“I was under the impression that you didn’t like the idea, seeing as you took to fucking me for shits-and-giggles.”

“Oh, we’re doing this to balance out the fact that he’s been sharing my partner. It’s only fair he shares, too.” He gazes at me with no remorse as if the whole thi
ng is logical and no big deal.

“Are you going to share Katya when she gets here,” I try to get him to see reason, that
his logic is fatally flawed. 

His face twists at the thought, but he’s quiet for a mom
ent, contemplating his answer.

“If she wants to, then yes, I will share. I’m possessive; all dominants are. It depends on whom,” he says honestly. 

KitKat411
:
Kimber?

“Woo
hoo!” I clap loudly.

The
Castrator
:
Hey! KitKat, long time no see!
!