Restraint (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (19 page)

“Shit, seriously? It’s a good thing he tagged you
, or you would disappear. Rich men don’t want their dirty, huge secrets out of the closet.” Yet again, Queen is saying the words, but they aren’t hers. She’s warning me off, because I’m no longer getting warmer. I’m into the fire, hot.

“Yeah, well, I
just need to figure out which one is the real Master Ez, is all,” I say like it’s no big deal. I don’t want to upset Queen and I don’t want those who are spoon-feeding her answers to know I’m on to them. “If you think of anything else, let me know, okay? I’d really appreciate it. I don’t want to get you into any trouble, though.”

Chapter
Eighteen

I curl up in bed after another unsuccessful cyber
search. I looked up both Ezra Zeitler and Cortez Abernathy. Yes, they have been friends since diaper-hood. They grew up in the same house. That is if you can call a massive Estate a house, especially when it is surrounded by hundreds of acres of private land. Cortez Abernathy and Ezra Zeitler have lived at ShadowHaven Estates their entire lives. One look at the photos of the Estate, and I knew I was way out of my league. I’m just a toy for the rich boys to play with. Just a toy, that once they become bored with it, they will break it and toss it away.

They attended prestigious
school after prestigious school together, until Ezra went to Harvard to become a doctor. Since no one at Edge Publishing has ever called him DOCTOR Zeitler, I thought it was a secret. But it’s common knowledge, according to the web and newspaper articles.

Ezra was Cortez’s best
man in his wedding to Divina Hastings, who happens to be Ezra’s cousin. Divina also lived at ShadowHaven Estates her entire life. The three of them were raised as close as siblings, and Aaron, too. Aaron Frost was prominent in many of the articles and postings. He has been their lifelong friend. His mother is ShadowHaven’s housekeeper.

I was surprised when I
stared at the pictures of the married couple, Cortez and Divina. Utter devotion blazes from their eyes when they look at one another. I searched for newer pictures to see if the expression is any different. Monica said they were lovers for over three years. Surely the look of devotion changed in that time frame or else Cortez wouldn’t cheat. I found a picture taken a few days ago at a charity fundraiser. Divina is laughing, and Cortez looks thrilled to be the one who made her laugh.

Ezra and Adelaide’s engagement p
arty photos show Cortez and Divina in the background proudly smiling. That picture made me sick to my stomach. At this point it doesn’t matter which man is Master Ez, they are both faithless bastards.

I checked their records, not even a parking ticket as adults. Ho
wever, their juvenile records are sealed. I found this suspect. You only seal something that exists. Good little boys don’t have juvenile records.

Ezra Zeitler is famed for being the Billionaire Bachelor. He is well-loved by the media for his p
hilanthropy. The media darling is most gossiped about for his extended engagement to Adelaide Whittenhower. Theories range from homosexuality to business mergers. Ezra is in the media more often than most movie stars. 

Cortez Abernathy has a huge following of fans for his books. I had a hard time finding information on him that wasn’t related to reviews, book signings, and fans screaming he is a rockstar.

All the while during my search, my instant messaging software pinged constantly. My therapist and a friend from a violence support group have relentlessly pestered me.

No, the irony wa
s not lost on me. While I cyber-stalked my stalkers, my therapist and another victim wanted to check on my mental health. Yeah, I see nothing wrong with this picture, either.

My mind will not shut off as I wait to see if my
stalker slides into my bed. I’m torn, I want Master Ez to lie beside me, and at the same time, I never want to see him again. Neither one of them is a good idea. It’s just as Monica says; they are taken. I would just be their dirty secret. Cortez is married and Ezra is in a long-term engagement to be married.

I long for the comforting sensation that flows over me when I’m around him. There haven’t been many people in my life that made me feel safe, even my parents failed at that. With my past, it’s a miracle to want to be touched, to share intimacy, to find a level of trust to make love to someone. And my dark and damaged mind choses someone who is bad for me, someone who isn’t available,
and someone who will ruin me.

Yes, they belong or own a
BDSM club, and engage in those activities. But that doesn’t mean I have to demean myself by lowering to their poor standards. Don’t get me wrong, I want to play, too. And there is nothing wrong with playing if it’s by the rules. Except I want rules where everyone knows the consequences. These men are playing while the other half of their lives are in the dark. That isn’t honesty. Fucking hooded, cowardly bastards!

My body chills from the
depressive direction of my thoughts. A full body tremor wracks me. I rub my hands up and down my forearms, trying to warm myself with friction. Even though I am cold down to my soul, I get up for an extra blanket. It may not warm my frigid heart, but it will comfort me like a teddy bear comforts a child.

Master Ez thought of everything when he furnished my apartment
, I’ll give him props for that. Evidently my height was a cause for his concern. Folding stepstools are strategically placed in rooms that have shelving that’s hard to reach. I snicker to myself as I climb up the stool to get my blanket out of the closet.

I stretch my body out
, just reaching the blanket with the tips of my fingers. I grunt a bit, trying to get that extra inch to gain my prize. A wide, disbelieving smile splits my lips when a hand on the small of my back supports me. I shake my head back and forth… speak of the Devil, and he shall appear. In this case, think of the Devil.

“Wel
l…well…well, if it isn’t Batman,” I purr in a mix of amusement and annoyance. I turn to face my master, but a hand stops me. Immediately a mask ominously snaps into place on my face from behind. Strong hands curl around my hips, gripping to lift me from my perch. Fabric slides across my arm as the blanket is dragged by to settle at my naked feet.

“Kneel,” His voice com
mands, huskier then I remember- more powerful, not to be denied. I immediately comply, resting my ass on my heels.

“Wel
l played this afternoon, Boss. Who would have thought there’d be two Bruce Waynes to choose from? Maybe I will surprise you and play with both,” I twist the words, flirting with intent.

“Mmm…
don’t tempt me, Kitty Kat. You may just get what you ask for. Nice try pitting us against each other, annoy one and flirt with the other.” His fingers rake through my hair exposing my ear. “We’re both in on the game. It won’t work,” he menacingly whispers in my ear.

“Who says that was my end game,
Master? That was just for the fun of it.” I try to stand and his hand tightens in my hair, fingers painfully knotting in the strands.

“I said kneel. Di
d I say you could get up yet?” Harsh fingertips pinch my nipple in punishment. A yelp is forced from my mouth. The pain is shape and everlasting. The sting goes on for seconds. This is the side of Master Ez that frightens me.

“I have a reward to give you
,” he charmingly purrs. “Your game has drastically improved over the past few days. Bravo on the keypad,” he slyly murmurs in my ear. “Too bad I figured out the code already- too bad… for you.”

“Why am I rewarded?
I already moved the chess pieces.” I ask in confusion.

“Oh, Kitty Kat, it’s my reward,” he barely breathes the words. But they sound more terrifying said in near silence.
“I could pound nails with my cock. Ever since watching you take our Kayla, I haven’t been satisfied. I’ve fucked and sucked and jacked off, but nothing takes the ache away- the hunger I have for you. Damn, the way you stalked Kayla... It made me so fucking proud.” He growls.

Did he just growl,
ever since watching you take our Kayla?
Watching? No one was in the room with us. I’d have noticed. A shiver wracks my body, and it’s not the kind of cold that a blanket can comfort.

“It’s not very flattering, you telling me how much you want me. But the statement is on the heels of you admitting that you’ve fucked c
onstantly for the past few days,” I snidely hiss, annoyance thick in my voice. “… and it wasn’t me you were screwing.”

“Do not speak unless spoken to,” Master Ez fiercely bites out. The tone is bordering on violence. Self-preservation kicks in and I do as he says. I worry what the consequences would be if I didn’t. I really hate this side of Master Ez, the side that four deadbolts can’t keep out. If I was really worried, I would have gone to a hotel instead of waiting in my bedroom for him to show up.

Bad, Kat! You deserve anything you get for being such a dumb cunt.

The unmistakable metal on metal, the
clicking noise of a zipper sliding open has me freezing in panic. My breathing picks up as fear rushes through my veins. A gasp is torn from my throat when the silky flesh of a cock glides across my bottom lip, leaving slick wetness in its wake.

I’ve never sucked a cock. Hell, I’ve never touched a cock. I may have been raped by two penises, but I’ve never held on
e in my hand. My private flesh was violated by them, it took all curiosity away.

I should be scared of what Master Ez is asking of me. I should examine that it’s a horrific idea. I should worry that he will be disappointed in me for being so inept. But all I can think is that my master wants this from me and I will give it to him, consequences be damned, because the only consequences that should matter are the ones that my master provides.

“Suck me,” Master Ez moans from the depths of his chest. “No hands,” he orders.

A cock
head swivels between my lips, asking me to open, teasing, taunting, coaxing me to suck.

To delay the inevitable, I ask,
“How is that a reward? It‘s more for you.” As I speak, he squeezes salty liquid on my bottom lip. Unbiddenly, my tongue dabs out for a taste. A sigh breaks free as I experience my first taste of a male.

“Ah, lap
it up, Kitty Kat,” he salaciously purrs. I give it a lick, groaning at his intoxicating taste. “Good girl. I’m rewarded as your master… and you’ve done very well. Your reward is enjoying me.”

“Are you saying that your cock is that impressive?” I
huff a laugh, and Master Ez uses the opportunity to rub my tongue with his cockhead, feeding me more of his tonic.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Impressive isn’t the word, exquisite is more accurate.” I
wait for a chuckle, when one doesn’t come, I get scared.

“I doubt I
’ll even fit between your lips, Kitty Kat. Pretend I’m Kayla, and lick me off,” he orders, fingers tightly wrapping around the strands of my hair.

With a fist, m
y hair is violently yanked at the roots. The sharp pain is intense, causing my mouth to open on a silent scream. I’m gagged. I’m gagged by a huge cock impaling my lips and bumping the back of my throat. Nudging my tonsils, I cough, choking around the cock blocking my air supply. Impressive isn’t an accurate word. But I don’t have a word to describe the piece of flesh suffocating me. I start to panic. My flailing arms are quickly caught. One strong hand braceleting both of my wrists.

This isn’t what I imagin
ed for my first blow job. There is a vulnerability to kneeling on the floor while a man fills your mouth. He holds your life in the balance. He could take his pleasure and hurt you… he could leave you feeling more than breathless. He could suffocate the very life from you. I thought I’d trusted Master Ez enough, and I was wrong.

Frightened, I start to weep
. My emotions fracture. I’m being violated, only this time it’s my mouth instead of my cunt. Men always invade our bodies as if we are lesser beings. It’s why I choose women when I’m flesh-starved.

I have no say in this act
, but yet again, I put myself into this position. I am at fault. It hurts to know that I’m also compromising my morals. The man who is fucking my throat is either engaged or married, and I’m an accomplice to his adultery.

“Breath
e out of your nose, Kitty… yes, just like that… mmm… take more,” he croons, pushing farther down my throat as I try to breathe past the invasion. He speaks to me with affection, his voice sounding wrong to my ears.

Master Ez
holds me in place by palming the back of the head while he pushes his cock into my mouth. His fingers edge up to the hinge of my jaw and massage, opening me farther. I swallow that much more of him. He’s bumping the back of my throat with every thrust, and I can sense that I’m nowhere near the base of him.