Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (93 page)

“Ah… Dalton,” Ezra snickers. “Whitt’s noticed. He’s just shy, and Dalton won’t give in because of his mission. Lust is hard to deny,” he says huskily a
nd I know he talking about me.

“Jamie has mental problems. I’m saying this as an educated psychiatrist and as someone with mental illness. Don’t let your first influence how you treat the rest of your lovers. We’ve both been grumpy because we miss our deviant games. No one plays with me like you do,
” he growls and his eyes heat.

“You’re just saying it to get me to suck your dick,” I tease and lick him like a lollypop.

“You’re cocksuckage rivals Cort’s skills,” he says in awe. “But I mean it. I’ll tell Kat the truth. We’re going to share her. We’ve already discussed Dexter. I want you,” he growls.

I sit back on my heels in shock, unable to believe that I heard him right.
“Oh my God, you’re surprised. You really believed that bastard,” he says in awe. “Jesus, you were Cort’s one that got away since we were kids. You crushed his heart when you didn’t see him as charming,” Ezra laughs good-naturedly.

“Ego-stroker,” I blush and hide my eyes in embarrassment.

I gaze at Ezra through the lace of my lashes and his breath hitches in his throat. He stares at me with wild passion. The men that trip my triggers always have personalities close to animalistic. They live their lives by instinct alone, and Ezra rivals his father in his untamed animal magnetism.

I nibble Ezra from his knee to the inside of his thigh. He groans as his muscles constrict to stay his need to writhe. I ignore the arousal that throbs against my cheek. I suck his thighs and spread his legs wide enough to nip the globes of his ass. The more attention I give him the more desperate his pleas. I pleasure him with my tongue and fingers until he’s wiggling and grunting uncontrollably.

I crawl up his body and kiss him passionately. I suck his tongue as if it’s a cock and he groans for me. My t-shirt dampens from the precum that flows from his throbbing shaft.

“Ah!” We moan together as I use my hand to slowly slide the phallus inside him. I have to pause because every mental trigger snaps at once. I nearly cum from the thought alone- I’m fucking a man instead of getting fucked.

We fight over who gets to control the kiss- we battle with teeth and lips as I awkwardly thrust. Ezra doesn’t seem to mind my novice attempts. I’ve only had a cock for five minutes, not thirty years.

I stop kissing and simply enjoy the sensation. I rest my head in the crook of his neck and moan constantly. Every thrust inside Ezra moves deep inside of me. My eyes drift shut from the ecstasy of it. My body tightens and prickles in anticipation of an epic orgasm. I want us to go together. I reach down and stroke his slick cock in time with my thrusts.

“Regina,” Ezra hisses and I know it will only be seconds before he fills my hand with his release.

Too late…
I’m going now. I can’t control my thrusts as my body twitches in the throes of release. Ezra saturates my hand and shirt as he grunts. He fucks me back and I have no doubt that he’s missed this part of his relationship with Cortez. I’ve had sex with him many times. I’ve sucked his cock and fingered his ass, and never has he cum like this. My needs are fed by fucking someone for the first time as his are fed by getting thoroughly fucked.

I rest my head on his chest and pant. My heart is beating a rapid tattoo within my chest. My body keeps spasming and twitching in delight. My mind floods my body with endorphins until I feel high.

“I know I’m a gay man trapped inside a woman’s body,” I giggle.

“If you were a guy I’d have to fight to the death for the chance to fuck you,” Ezra says breathlessly.

“I’d share,” I tease. “If I were a guy I’d be a total man-whore,” I giggle again. “I’m high. I can’t even feel my hands anymore,” I say in wonder.

“We need a fuck schedule. One of these days your bones won’t fuse back together,” Ezra warns but laughs a second later.

“Katya won’t like it,” I worry. “I’m sure she knows I was one of the three women you’ve had sex with. It wasn’t that difficult to logic out.”

“She knows. I didn’t say your name aloud. I told her that you were my father’s lover- partner- and I’ve been very bad to you. I could tell she knew.”

“On that note… You better get back to your partners. I’m sure Cort is going to freeze you out for a long time after this newest stunt.”

“It was worth it,” h
e groans as I pull out of him.

He helps me with the buckles at my hips and slowly lowers the harness. I grunt as the phallus leaves my body and a flood of moisture pools at my feet.

“Jesus, so much for my panties,” I hiss and pull the saturated fabric from my body. I pat myself dry with them and pull my jeans on.

“She rains too. Granted, not as easily as you,” he chuckles. “I like that in a woman. It reminds me of a man ejaculating on me. I crave it.”

“Yeah, Whitt loved it too. The older I get the easier it is for me. I never did it for Jamie when he was Grant. My first time was with Jamie and Marcus,” I admit with a blush.

“This I something I did not know… Tel
l me more,” Ezra says giddily.

“Another time,” I say shyly and blush deeper. “Ten bucks says
he’s sitting in the hallway.”

“Not a bet I’m willing to take,” he throatily laughs and strips naked. “I’m going to use your shower. It seems wrong to get into bed with them after what we just did,” a trickle of shame enters his voice.

“Fuck,” I groan. “I’m sorry.”

“Totally my fault.
I fucked us all with my actions. I’m the one that will have a ton of groveling to do. You better let my dad in before he slits his wrists in the hallway,” he sounds serious.

“Huh?”

He chuckles, “Just let him in. He probably thinks we killed each other by now.”

I slowly crack the door and peer out into the hall. Amber eyes pierce my soul. Marcus sits in the hall with his knees drawn up. A hand dangles over his knee and he’s picking his cuticles. His black ringlets fall across his face and hide most of his stormy expression. His bronze skin is paler than usual.

Whitt is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Ezra is the most animalistic. Cort is the most charismatic. The man sitting on his ass, leaning against the hallway wall is the perfect combination of all those things and more. My breath hitches in my throat because I want him that much- total devastation.

“We didn’t kill each other,” I awkwardly say and open the door all the way.

I step back in invitation for him to enter. He flows beautifully to his feet and strides into my private room. His eyes take in everything. I bet he’s looking for blood spatter. He walks to my bathroom door and puts his ear to the wood and listens. He hums deep in this throat when he finds everything satisfactory.

“Did he hurt you again?” He won’t look at me. He busies himself by tidying up the room.
“No, we didn’t even argue. We did as we were told. I’m pretty sure Katya will be using her new toys if Cort won’t step up to the plate. I think this was his favorite punishment ever,” I chuckle.

“I didn’t want you to fight. I’ve never felt as helpless as I watched you rage against my son and he just allowed it. I didn’t stop you because you both needed it. The punishment was for you both to get over yourselves and grow up. He was wrong, you were wrong. We’re all wrong every damned day, and I can’t have you fighting each other. We need to trust each other and be cohesive, not push
and pull against one another.”

“I agree. I’ve already apologized.” I pull my hoodie over my head and
try to slide into my sneakers.

“We’ll go to the ER after he gets out of the shower. I need to see him with
my eyes to know he’s alright.”

“I’ll go in a minute,” I say breathlessly as I bite my tongue against the pain as I try to tie my sneakers. Marc gently taps my hands out of the way and ties my shoes. He even adjusts my socks. “You
don’t need to go with me.”

“I am going,” he demands and it riles me up. It used to
calm me, but now it annoys me.

“I’m no longer your responsibility,” I say as calmly as I can and stand to leave.

“Dammit, Regina, we need to talk,” he hisses.

“We’ve had a year of silence. A lot could’ve been said in that time frame. I told you how I felt after my fight with Ade. I waited and waited for you to contact me. I even sent you a text after a month, which you ignored. Your silence speaks volumes. If I were to give in now you’d never respect me. I’m not sure you ever have,” I say as a parting shot as I leave the room and stride down the hall. I feel his gaze all the way across the dungeon.   

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I acquired a barnacle as I sat in the ER. The barnacle attached itself to my ass and refused to sit in the waiting room while the doctor patched up my hands. Three cracked knuckles- broken, not popped- one on my left hand and two on my right. I have a splint on my left hand thanks to a fractured metacarpal. I’ll be as good as new in another six to eight weeks.

Did I mention I got a barnacle at the ER? It’s following me home as I ignore it. I’d walked to the hospital to clear my head. It tried to shove me in the car, and when it couldn’t budge me it locked its car and followed me down the street. It walks a step behind me- attached to my ass.

“Regina, if you won’t talk to me then you’ll at least have to listen,” Marcu
s says for the billionth time.

“You know… I’ve missed the sound of your voice over the past year. I even mourned its loss. Now I find it highly anno
ying,” I say conversationally.

“At least you’re talking to me again. But I’ll warn you that ignoring me will do you no good. Jamie is my submissive and we get along just fine.”

I wince at the sound of his name. The sun is starting to rise and I know it illuminated my expression.

“I didn’t know,” Marcus says in comfort.

“I’m not mad at him, and I don’t expect any of you to do anything about it. It’s been over a year, and we’ve found a way to get along. He still texts me every night. I don’t talk of myself, but I’m sure it’s no loss to him.”

“Will you tell me everything he said verbatim?” He scrunches his
brows in confusion and scowls.

“No, I’ll tell you what you said to me about Whitt. That it’s between father and son, and this is between co-parents. Just don’t worry about it,” I mumble when we hit my neighborhood.

I want to rush home so that I will be away from him and at the same time I want to drag my feet to continue this torture.

“About Katya-” I
raise my hand to shut him up.

“No, we will never have that co
nversation,” I say with force.

“I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about us,” Marc whispers and I wince again. I want to tell him that there
is no us so how can I get the wrong idea.

“I just want you to be happy,” I mumble rapidly.

“Regina… I have so much I need to say to you,” he sighs heavily and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. I ache to feel its silky texture tickle my fingers.

“I… I don’t know where to begin-” his confession is cut short by an SUV doing a 180 a
nd coming to rest in our path.

“What does he want? Can’t I get away from you Zeitlers? You’re almost as bad as the plague of Whittenhowers I deal with every day,” I groan and walk to the open passenger door.

“Um… Regina, I’m pretty sure you’re one of the plague. Isn’t your name Regina Whittenhower?” Ezra says to me from the front seat.

“Oh, it’s my mission in life to forget that fact,” I pout. “What do you want? Do you want to run me over and break a few more bones? You hav
e bad aim if that’s the case.”

“I didn’t want to hurt my dad. Get back out and stand on the yellow line. I’ll do a better job this time,” he teases but his heart isn’t in it.

“Trouble in paradise?” I taunt him as I get comfortable in the car that kidnapped me on the night of my initiation.

“Cort wants to kill me. He won’t talk to me or touch me. He has no problem
bitching my ass out and hitting me,” Ezra growls and throws the car into drive and thirty seconds later parks in my driveway. He doesn’t get out of the car so I stay put. 

“What did you expect,” Marc grumbles from the shotgun seat. “I’m slightly annoyed that you managed to get Regina into a vehicle when I couldn’t even pick her up and shove her into my ca
r.”

“It helps when it’s a big car. No way could you get her in
to the Spyder,” Ezra chuckles.

“She became a brick and held onto a parking meter. It was embarrassing. I let go when we gained the a
ttention of a security guard.”