Faithless (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (24 page)

“So,” I belligerently grumble- mortified.

Ignoring me, Wil says, “But the biggest indicator is that when we argue, you get wet.” I try to argue but he puts a fingertip over my lips. “Uh-huh, shut up,” he demands, but it’s said in a teasing lilt. “I know what you’re going to say. How could I possibly know that you got wet without touching you… well, I’m watching it bead down your thighs,” he smugly purrs.

“Fucker,” I hiss and he answers with a snicker.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss when Wil leans forward and licks my inner thigh.

“Now’s not the time to pray, Pixy,” Wil tsk-tsks me. He takes advantage of my brain taking a vacay, “What happened tonight,” he softly murmurs, fingers swirling circles in the moisture on my thighs.

Seductive Wil is a scary mofo. Put him and Master Ez in a room together and I’d die- just keel over and die
- dead.

“Ezra has multiple personalities,” I spit out before I can stop myself.

“Jesus Christ,” Wil hisses, and this time it is a prayer. “I was worried about that. Is it genetic?”

“How the hell should I know,” I grumble, pulling a face. “I just spent the evening dealing with two of the three of them. Even though I can’t be sure, one of them was kind of whiny.”

“I told you Hunter is off,” Wil reminds me.

“And that he may need a permanent solution,” I remind him.

“Yeah, how can I forget,” he sighs. “If it’s genetic, maybe I can figure out what’s wrong with Ray. As long as he’s still breathing or running around, he’s my partner. I spend more time cleaning up after him than working. I need someone to watch my back.”

My hand pops up on its own- eagerly volunteering.

“No,” Wil growls, “not that I wouldn’t have you. I already asked.”

“You
asked,” I say, eye widening in disbelief.

“Yeah… yeah, I did. I went to your grandfather. Your mom may be the one
that I directly answer to, but she’s not in charge. Mitchell is very old school. He doesn’t believe you would be an asset.”

“In other words, he thinks that
I’m better suited at spreading my legs and gestating sperm than kicking ass. Sound about right?” I snidely hiss.

The only answer I get is a pair of light brown eyebrows arrogantly rising. “You have a bite mark on your
inner-thigh. Did he go down on you?” Wil whispers, and I hate the sadness and longing in his tone.

“Did you miss the other hundred or so marking my body,” I tease to lighten the mood.

“No, I didn’t,” Wil grunts, “But this one was more important.” His finger traces Ezra’s teeth marks, causing me to writhe against the steering wheel. My eyelids flutter shut from the sensation of Wil’s light, pleasurable touch on a painful bite. “Did he go down on you?” Wil asks again, and he never asks anything a third time- ever.

“Yes,” I shyly admit.

“Who?” Wil says against my skin.

“Ezra,
” I breathe.

“Interesting,” Wil rumbles, a sly smile spreading his lips. “Cort wasn’t up for the task?”
he teases.

“You cannot fathom the level of fu
cked up those boys are.” I snort. “Oh my God, Wil, it was a freakin’ trip. Felt good, though.  Mentally unstable Ezra is pretty dang hot.”

Wil’s
animalistic growl makes me giggle. “Bitch,” he grunts.

“
Don’t go all alpha on me, Wil,” I taunt, even though I think that growl is sexy as hell. “I could lie, but I won’t,” I admit with a grin.

“I think you’ve lied by omission this evening,” Wil’s calculating voice gives
me a blink of a warning before a scream is torn from my throat.

“Christ that hurt, you sonofabitch,” I hiss through the pain. My stupid girly parts don’t even care that they are torn and bleeding around three of Wil’s fingers
. That rat-bastard just broke my hymen, and here my cunt is clenching Wil’s fingers for more punishment.

“Only you gets love bites before your first kiss or fucked in the ass while still a virgin- only you, Faith,” Wil tries for teasing, but he’s being serious. I close my eyes and moan as he rubs me from the inside with his fingertips.

“How’d you know,” I groan, tilting my hips up to meet his thrusting hand. My body moves against his, and I don’t even care that I’m proving that I’m just like
her
. I stare down at Wil, eyes heavily hooded.

“You told me,” Wil laughs. “Cort is a horny bastard. I could see him letting Ezra have your ass… but not going down on you… It’s taken all of my control to keep my mouth from sucking your juice from your lips and
coaxing your pussy to make more,” Wil seductively purrs the visualization of his words into my mind. “I can only imagine the taste as it coats the back of my throat.”

“Don’t talk like that,” I beg as my bits clench like a fist around Wil’s talented fingers
, drawing whimpers from my throat.

“Why? You like it,” Wil salaciously says, twisting his wrist and wrenching a sob from my chest.
“You almost came for me,” Wil smugly announces.

“Bastard,” I
breathlessly grumble.

“Actually, I’m not. My father was just unlucky in marriage. My mom and
Gretchen’s mom met unfortunate accidents.”

“You do know you’re fingering me while chatting death and murder, right?”

“Yeah, just talking shop,” Wil teases, and I bust out laughing. “How did you manage to get out of that tent with your hymen still intact?” Wil’s pale eyes glow in the car, looking evilly delighted.

“Ezra went crazy- territorial.
He was saving that for Cort,” I say with a shrug, like I don’t care. But we both know I’m full of shit.

“Oops,” Wil drawls out, twisting his fingers
deeper inside me. He stares at me with eerie white eyes and my world shifts. Wil’s smiling at me, dimples dented. He looks ecstatic and I’d do anything to keep him happy. He’s intoxicating. I don’t care if Wil’s hitting me or has his fingers tearing through my snatch- pain or pleasure- I just want Wil.

The smile slips
as Wil’s face softens. His blue-white eyes gaze at me with affection. “No going soft on me, Pixy,” he sadly warns. “That’s not what we’re about, even if we feel it. You have to fight it,” he commands me, but his actions contradict his words. Wil unbuckles his belt and pops the buttons on his jeans. I get a split-second to appreciate the length and curve of his body before he’s sliding me forward on his lap and pressing inside of me.

“I didn’t hurt you with my fingers to be mean,”
Wil whispers in my ear, words hitching in his throat. “I just wanted this part to feel good,” Wil murmurs as he lifts me up and eases into me.

“So good,” I cry out, relieve
d to have a balm on that ache that’s plagued me for months. My eyes slip shut and my head falls lax on my neck as my body fully hugs Wil’s- stretching me- filling me.

I can feel it. I don’t know if it’s the emotions in the air
or the way Wil’s looking at me, but this is the only time he will give up his control. This is the only time he will allow us to distract each other.

I curl up to Wil’s chest, yanking his t-shirt out of my way as Wil pulls my blouse over my head. I want his skin on mine. Wil is deeply rooted inside me and all I want to do is cry when I see his chest. I was wrong- Ezra still looks like a boy. This- this hard chest and stomach, rippled with developed muscles is what a man looks like. Wil- Wil is a man.

“I had a six-pack by the time I was eight. I’m not the norm. It’s all the training. Pretend you don’t know who my sparring partner is, I don’t want you thinking of him right now,” Wil says with a blush. “But I’m glad you like what you see,” he softly murmurs, cheeks flushing pink.

“Why do I find that hard to believe,” I scoff, talking about his sparring partner, not the feast for my eyes.

“Trust me, Pixy. Your brother is more ripped than I am,” Wil teases.

“Bullshitter,” I grumble, but I know Wil doesn’t lie to me. Hard to believe big bro is packing some
serious muscle underneath his polo shirts. Boyd’s more of a pen in the front pocket kind of guy.

“You have gorgeous breasts,” Wil purrs as he cups them, gently squeezing his fingers in fascination. We’r
e not so much having sex, we’re just connecting- exploring. I touch Wil anywhere I please, run my fingers over his hair-fuzz and smile as it tickles my palms. He caresses my breasts, back, hips, and ass, slowly rolling my hips against his.

A shift in my weight has me calling out my pleasure. My thighs part farther, pressing Wil deeper inside of me as my button deliciously rubs in the nest of his pubic hair. We go from slowly rocking to manically grinding our bodies together. My brea
sts slide against the muscles of his chest, the friction teasing my nipples. Our sweat-slicked skin makes nasty sounds as our bodies move in a dizzying rhythm.

“I…
I’m close,” I breathe into Wil’s ear as my fingernails dig into his scalp. He grunts from the pain, but his cock starts flexing inside me. I do it again, biting my nails in deep, and he calls out my name.

A harsh word garbles out Wil’
s throat as he struggles to last. Wil gets harder, impossibly hard, inside me. My body relishes the tight stretch as it flexes and grips around his dick- spasming, wanting, needing, waiting… but for what, I don’t know.

“Thank you for being my first kiss,” Wil professes, kissing my stunned lips the instant the words hit my brain. “Faith, thank you for giving me your innocence and taking mine,” are the last words he says to me before he finally gives me what my body was waiting for.

Wil comes inside me, and it’s not gross. I don’t feel sick. I don’t think eww. I want it. My body milks his for more, coaxing and pulling it from his body, deep into mine.

My body shatters. I feel
no pleasure because the emotions of it ruin me. I break apart and reform. By the time my eyes open again, I don’t know if it’s minutes, hours, or seconds later. Wil’s labored breath fills my ears and his trembling body shakes mine. I shiver from the cold air blowing in from the window and the emotions firing in my mind. I feel lost, set adrift. And then I open my eyes and I know why.

Wil looks at me like I’m Satan again- angry, terrified, tortured. No longer the Wil he was just moments ago. I’m cold because the only part of us that touches is what’s inside of me.

“What?” I whine.

Wil closes his eyes in agony. One small word breaks me, “No.
” It’s not the word. It’s how it’s said. It’s how
he
says it.

Wil
looks at me with disgust, like I’m a stranger, like he hates me.

Like I’m Gwen.

I’m done.

I don’t know what I could’ve possibly done, and I don’t give a fuck- I lie to myself.

I reach behind me to use the steering wheel to help me slide off Wil’s dick without touching him anywhere else. A tortured moan spills from Wil’s mouth when his body slips free of mine. I find my shirt on the dashboard and quickly cover myself while Wil is frozen in terror in the driver’s seat.

I didn’t lose my virginity in a tent to my best friends
- as fucked in the head as they may be, that would have been perfect- normal. I didn’t lose it in the fairytale that my dumbass, boy-crazy, slut of a body fabricated. It wasn’t destined to be with Wil because we are somehow star-crossed lovers who were separated by obligation and responsibility. We aren’t in love. We were just two horny teenagers in the front seat of a car on a lonely two-lane back road in rural New York State.

And how fucking sad is that?

Wil starts the car without saying a word. He doesn’t even redress himself, like he doesn’t want to touch where I was until he can wash me off his skin. The drive here was fun as I’d relentlessly teased and bantered with Wil. The foul mood on the way back taints the drive, making it seem like an eternity spent in Hell- both of us needing away from the other.

The driver side window’s whirring sound draws my attention from my inner-turmoil. Wil swiftly types in the code to my driveway gate, causing me to wonder how he has it in the first place. He drives me to the front of my home like a real date would. I snort at the absurdity of it.

I just fucked a dude, one that has threatened to kill me, one that has threatened to kill my family. And I did it while cheating on not one, or two, but four boyfriends, if you count Cort, Ezra, Ez, and Master Ez.

And here I called my mother a whore- both of them. No wonder Wil thinks me a monster.

Wil moves forward and I flinch, thinking he’s going to physically toss me from the car if I don’t get out fast enough. I’m sure I really stink of sex now- it permeates the car- my scent, his scent. I don’t know what he will do to me if it seeps into the leather. He’ll smell my stink forever- I’m sure Gwen will buy him a replacement.

Wil grimaces at my flinch as I scramble for the door latch. It doesn’t budge. I flip to the side searching for the lock and find nothing- damn child-safety locks. I start to panic, past experiences of Wil’s serial killer anger rises to the fore of my mind. He’ll kill me for being irresponsible, for having sex with him without a condom, for being so ignorant that I can’t get out of a damn car.