Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (64 page)

“No one can know what you figured out, Roman. I assume that Jamie knows, too. No one else. We aren’t even telling the children until it’s necessary. If you tell Kris, I will kill you,” Whitt vows using his Master Daniel voice.

“This impacts everyone’s future.” Whitt’s face turns deadly. I didn’t think that his soft blue eyes could looks so cold or that the dimples in his cheeks could harden into anger.

“If you don’t think I’ve heard this speech before, you’re mistaken. I even had to read Jamie’s flying fingers. Just go take a nap. You both need one. I’ll watch for the kids,” he offers.  

He pulls a paperback from the back-pocket of his jeans and flips to a dog-eared page and begins reading. He ignores us. Is this the real Roman? He just back-talked to a
Master and didn’t even flinch.

He looks up at me and winks- bastard.

I smile when I notice whose book he’s reading- Nocturnal Silence by Cortez Abernathy. The spine has been bent repeatedly until you can’t read the title. Either he’s a bad book owner or he’s read it a million times.

“I’m sure he’d give you a new c
opy,” I say as I tap his book.

“He did; an entire set of hardcovers signed by the author. I’d rather carry this around. It won’t matter if it gets hurt.” He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders and tucks his inky hair behind his ear.

“How many times have your read this?” I’m curious since this is Cort’s only horror book. It’s about a serial killer. He dabbles in all the genres, but this is the only book he’s written of this type. It didn’t seem like something Roman would like, but then again, I don’t know this Roman.

“A lot.
Now go do whatever it is that couples do when they say they’re taking a nap. Whitt looks like his pressure release valve is going to burst.”

Whitt blushes a beautiful pink color and it warms me. Even Roman isn’t unaffected; he looks up from his book momentarily dopey-eyed. Whitt is… words cannot describe how beautiful my husband is. Angelic is the only thing that comes close.

Lost in Roman’s expression, I don’t see Whitt move until I’m slung over his shoulder. His palm smacks my ass as he strides down the hallway towards my bedroom.

Chapter Three

“Thanks, I could use a nap,” I chuckle as I’m unceremoniously dumped on the bed.

I drag my pillow over and curl around it. My eyes flutter shut and immediately jolt open when I hear the click of the lock on my door.

“No!” I yelp in fear. “No!”

I watch his deft fingers unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. Pop…Pop…Pop. Fuck!

“I won’t remain a virgin forever, Queen,” he says quietly.

Those graceful fingers unhook his platinum cufflinks embossed with a DW and gingerly place them on my nightstand.

“No one’s asking you to,” I mumble and audibly swallow.

My eyes latch onto his perfect, young chest- no hair, no marks, just the lean expanse of pale perfection. I clutch my pillow tightly against the need that boils in my blood.
“I want my wife to be my first,” he says with no shame or regret. He means it.

The silk-linen-blend shirt is draped over my lampshade.

“I’m not ready,” I blurt out.

“I’m beyond ready,” he says confidently. 

His fingers are at his belt slowly drawing it through the loops. My heart beats against my ribcage frantically. Crystalline blue eyes trap me.

“I want to know you as a man first, Whitt. It’s too soon.” I swallow audibly again.

“When? Name a date,” he commands. “I’ve been insane since I watched you give Dexter a blowjob and then you fucked my friends. If you can’t tell me when, I’ll take what’s mine,” he doesn’t threaten, he promises. 

Snap… Zip… Whisper of fabric…

“I’m sorry. I only enjoyed Dexter. It was uncomfortable with Ezra and Cort. I didn’t want you to see me like that.” My voice breaks with my shame.

“I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy watching. You were incredible. I want you to explain why not me. Do you find me lacking?” He sounds unsure for the first time since I’ve met him as an adult. I look at him… really look at him.

He stands at the foot of my bed in a pair of silky, navy boxers. His chest is marble perfection. My eyes seek the path of the deep v on his abdomen. A freckling of sandy hair paves the way to the bulge that’s barely contained by his boxers. I hiss and clench my thighs around my pillow.

I return my eyes to his face. A strong jaw and cleft chin are at odds with his button nose, sensual lips, and dimples. Wispy blond hair flutters against his sarcastically-arched eyebrows. His eyes are devastating- clear blue, open with honesty, and purely wicked.

I swallow deeply.

“You have no idea the effect you have on me. I don’t have words to describe you. I want you so much it frightens me, okay?” I make his frustrated sound. “I’m scared. I’m an old lady and here is a young man who wants me to pop his cherry so he can go to Restraint and fuck with abandon. One day you’ll find a man and leave me,” I murmur.

“There’s so much wrong with that statement, Queen. I will never leave you,” he thumps his chest. “I will never be stupid enough to allow him to hurt me or you or the kids. I would kill him first,” he seethes. I know that he means it and he’s looking forward to it.

“I haven’t been a child since I was born and you damn well know it. What’s between us isn’t about sex or orientation. I’m gay, so what?” He shrugs and his gaze stares at the bulge in his boxers as proof tha
t it doesn’t matter right now.

“I’m a woman,” I cry out.

“You’re more of a man than most I’ve met. If you don’t think that makes me want to fuck you then you’re insane. It’s not about having a dick. It’s not about anything you think it’s about. Jesus, Queen,” he growls his noise of frustration.

“What’s it about?” I ask under my breath.

He flies across the bed and lands on my heavily. His face is bright red in anger. His chest is pumping as he pulls in air rapidly. Fingers grip my upper-arms and clench.

“You don’t get it, do you?” He shakes me. “I’m in love with you, Regina.” He abruptly lets go of me and sits on my
thighs.

“You don’t know me,” I mumble.

“The fuck I don’t!” He shakes me again. He’s crazed with frustration and uncontrollable emotions.

“I knew the moment you stepped from the car in front of our home that you would be pivotal to my existence. I hated Grant because he was a man and he could have you. I watched Niel grow in your belly and I pretended he was mine. When he was born I wanted him. I wanted you as my wife. Do you have any idea the guilt I feel? I always get what I want. Don’t you get that? It’s a
fucking curse. My jealousy took my dad away from us. He’s gone because of me. I wished for you and Niel and now I have you.”

He sobs frantically into his palms. I’m stunned into silence. I didn’t have a clue. This is what Marcus was warning me about- how we never know how someone secretly feels.

I rub his thighs soothingly and he doesn’t feel it. He’s lost in his misery.

“It’s not your fault. You feel what you feel. Your Grandfather is to blame. He’s the one who took your birthmother away. He’s the one who took Cora and Grant away. You were a child and these were your private thoughts. You can’t manipulate fate. It is what it is,” I sadly murmur. 

“I do love you,” he says firmly. Whitt’s hands slip from his face and land on his thighs. He clenches my fingers.

“I know. I believe you. I love you, too,” I whisper words I’ve never said to a grown man.

“I know,” he smiles at me bashfully.

“I have to know something. What do you plan on doing after you lose your virginity? What have you been doing now?”

“I’ve just been doing oral and hands. I’m always safe. I’ll be with Kris afterwards. It’s not that I want her. I mean, I do,” he blushes. “I like that she understands me. No one knows that I’m gay except for the family. Her preference is two guys so I have something to look at while we play. It was her idea when I was with Cort and Ezra. We didn’t touch or anything, but it was exciting,” his skin warms from a brilliant blush. 

“Won’t it be difficult for you to be
with me?” I incredulously ask.

“No,” he laughs. “How many times do I have to say it’s not about sex? I’m attracted to you. I want you. I… uh…um…” he stutters. “Yeah… I…um… watching you nurse Niel was when I had my first.” He scrubs a hand over
his face and blushes fiercely.

“Oooohhh,” I draw out
in shock.

“I’m not a pervert. It just unleashed something in me. I followed you around after that and other stuff.” He blushes and shyly looks away from my face. “Now you know what a huge freak I am,” he says bashfully. 

“Your birthday,” I say to stop his embarrassment.

I remember a cryptic conversation Marc had with me after I met the
PB
. He said that it wasn’t uncommon for him to identify sexually with me- something about coming into his sexuality. I assume Whitt spoke to our Master about this.

“What?” His eyes are bri
ght, so I know he understands.

“It’s in a month. We’ll consummate our marriage on your birthday. At least you won’t be a teenager. That just
creeps me out. And I’ll have some time to get to know the man you’ve become.”

“Okay,” he says seriously.

Whitt’s lips spread from a smirk to a huge shit-eating grin as he tries to not look excited that I agreed to pop his cherry.

“Doesn’t it bother you that it won
’t be the man of your dreams?”

“Nah- there are different kinds of virginity- your first oral, sex with a woman, with a man, anal- both giving and receiving. I could have been your first teenager,” he snickers.

“Jackass,” I laugh as I smack him in the chest. He grabs my fingers and gazes at me with lust filled eyes. My breath catches in my throat.

He pulls my hand until I’m sitting up with him straddling my lap. I tilt my head up and kiss him. He tries to take over the kiss and dominate me, but I don’t allow it. I nip his upper-lip and when he gasps, I impale him with my tongue. I fuck his mouth in a rapid rhythm. He thrusts his tongue against mine and I capture it between my lips and suck.

He moans and grinds his erection into my belly. My fingers bite into his hips and I pull him until I can feel the outline of his cock impressed against my stomach. I saw it in the dim lighting of the Dungeon at Restraint. It was rosy perfection, long, but not too long. It was thick, but not too thick. Its curve was created to rub against your g-spot. I whimper and moan as I flex and clench my thigh muscles.

He tries to take over the kiss again and I punish him with a sharp bite to his tongue. His fingers wrap around my hair and yank. He isn’t playing anymore. We’re two masters dueling for who’s in control. I bite him again and scratch his back- my nails finding purchase in his flesh. His grunt is pain-filled.

I’m flipped to my stomach with Whitt sitting on my ass. My wrists are clasped at the small of my back by one of his hands. My t-shirt is wrenched up to my neck until it’s between my clenched teeth. My shirt traps my arms and silences my pleas.

“In bed, I am the man, whether it’s with another man or a woman. I will be in charge,” he menacingly hisses in my ear. He bites the nape of my neck as he shifts his weight.

He holds me captive by my shirt and the hand at my wrists. The shirt is tugged until the hand that holds my wrists encloses it. My phone is pulled from my back pocket and placed safely on the nightstand. He controls me by one hand while his free hand methodically lifts my hips until I’m on my knees. He deftly unfastens my jeans and works them free of my body.

That glorious cock grinds into me from behind with only silk boxers and thong separating our flesh. I whimper in need and cry out when he hits me just right.

He pants into my ear, “Beg.”

“Please,” I beg, but it’s muffled by my t-shirt. I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I want it.

“More,” the word vibrates down my spine and engorges my clit.

“Please, Daniel, fuck me,” I beg.

I freeze when I realize what I’d just said. In the heat of the moment our words are never truer. I come to terms with the fact that I want him inside of me, that I need him inside of me.

His laugh rumbles again
st my back. “No,” he whispers.

He says no. Disbelief and disappointment war inside my mind. I want
him. I start to beg earnestly.

“
Pleeessseee, Daniel, fuck me. I need you inside me. I beg of you.” I plead with him to take me.

“No,” he
says even softer than before.

His hand bunches in the front of my thong and tugs. The snap of the fabric is deafening. He pulls my panties away slowly. The crotch of my panties rubs against my aching pussy as he pulls, and I whimper in delight. I’m so sensitive that just the air touching my flesh nearly brings my climax.

“Marcus demands that we immediately submit, but I just earned your submission. Say it,” he growls in my ear.

I whimper when my body soaks my thighs. I’ve never been controlled like this.

A muffled cry escapes my gag when he rubs the length of his cock down my slit. The only barrier between us is his boxers. The silk is immediately saturated by my wetness. It sticks to him like a second-skin.

“Fuck me, make me your wife. I submit. Please,” I grovel.

“What am I?” He breathes into my ear.

I jerk from the sensation and my movements press his cock against my aching flesh.
I instantly cum. I cry and whimper into my t-shirt. I writhe against him until my knees grow week. I tremble and quiver under his control.

“My husband,” I mumble.

“What am I?” He darkly asks in a voice that’s as frightening as it is arousing.

His fingers clutch the front of my bra between my breasts and he rips it from my body. I gasp in shock. My back will bruise from where the tear occurred. My heavy breasts swing like pendulums, rubbing my nipples against the duvet. Sparks ignite throughout my body from the sensation radiating from my nipples to my core. A vicious aftershock rolls through me. My pussy clenches and throbs against the length of him, trying to pull him into me and satisfy the ache.

“A man,” I cry. “You’re a man,” I shout though the fabric of my t-shirt.

“Don’t ever forget that,” he demands.

He releases my shirt and throws it across the room. I’m plucked from my knees and turned over to rest on my back. I melt into my mattress. My arms and legs writhe on the bed involuntarily, twisting in the blankets and sheet as I groan from how incredible it feels. My nerves are alive with pleasure. The air on my skin feels glorious. Whitt’s eyes on my body ignite me. I cherish the sensation of pure bliss flowing through my flesh. I look at him pleadingly with eyes gone huge from need. I silently beg him to make love to me.

I smile when he kisses me, knowing I’ll get what I want. He kisses me his way- overpowering, consuming, owning.

“No,” he breathes against my neck, running the tip of his nose down the column. “You said my birthday and my birthday it will be.”

He settles between my thighs and embraces me. My legs part farther and my hips thrust against him. My fingers inch their way underneath the silk of his boxers and clench the firm globes of his ass. I wrap my legs around his hips and use my heels to pull away the annoying fabric that’s a barrier between us. After a dozen or so times that I try to pry his boxers down with m
y heels, he starts to chuckle.

“Tenacious, aren’t you?” He laughs as he yanks his boxers off.

I wait for him to lower himself down to me and when he doesn’t that frustrated noise erupts from my chest.

“You want me to take the ache away?” He says in a voice you use on
a child. “Does my wife hurt?”

“Please,” I beg.

“You regret your bargain now, don’t you?” He says sweetly.

“Yes, God yes, I regret it. Please,” I cry.

“Next time you will discuss matters with me instead of picking a date out of thin air. We will think it through. You will tell me your grievances. You will be honest with your husband and yourself.” He schools me with a frustrated Master’s voice. It’s deep, frightening, and hotter than hell. More moisture spills from my cunny and pools between my ass cheeks.

“Yes, Daniel,” I whimper.

“Did you learn your lesson?” The back of Whitt’s hand flutters down my abdomen. I concentrate on his movements and not his words. I’m too far gone to pay attention.
“Uh-” words fail me.

I arch off the bed and groan deep from my chest. I immediately start to cum as he taps the velvety, bulbous head of his cock against my engorged clit. My fingernails dig into his ass trying to press him closer. I don’t budge him even as he grunts in pain when I draw blood.

I rock my head back and forth in agony because it feels so good it hurts. My toes curl up and greet the backs of my feet. Nonsensical sounds spew from my throat.

I combust when he rests his cockhead against my opening. I do everything I can to have him breach me. I flex my hips, use my fingers and heels to push him to me, I beg him with words of torture.

Half-crazed blue eyes ensnare me. No force on this planet will force him to enter me. He’s teaching me a lesson, but more importantly he’s silently screaming that nothing will make him go back on his word to me, even if we both want it. If I hadn’t loved him before now, this would have done it. I spiral into him and I’ll never crawl back out.

“I love you,” I whisper hoarsely.

His eyes bulge, his neck flexes, and a heavy hand plants itself firmly on my stomach. I’m pushed into the mattress as he comes. I don’t fight him. I don’t want him to break his word. His fiery release shoots inside of me from the force of his orgasm. No flesh enters me, but his seed marks me in possession as my soul expands to add him with all the others that reside in my heart.

He laughs manically and curls his spent body around mine.

“You’re a brutal Master, Daniel.” I whisper against his hair.

“I told you yesterday that no one sees me. I walk around cheerful and polite. I hide behind my demeanor, but I demand total submission. My kink is control- total control. I know how strong I am. You just felt how strong I am. No one but you has ever seen it. They think me weak. They’re fools and I
need them to remain ignorant.”

“What is your goal after you take back your fam
ily? How do you see yourself?”

“I’m not completely phony. I am polite and friendly. I’d rather have everyone underestimate me. I love my family and friends and I will do everything in my considerable power to help them. If you’re asking me how I see our life… I see us happy. I see you with lovers of your choosing. I see me with my own lover. I see us coming together- all of us. I don’t need a dungeon. I’m fine playing in our bedroom. I want our kids to be healthy and happy and find their own dreams. I want to live without fear. I know you think I’ll find some prince and leave you. You’re wrong. That prince will fit in our kingdom or I won’t have him. This goes for your lovers as well. I will never leave you and I’ll always love you. Nothing will change that. I know you see me as a child and that I may change my mind. That’s why I made you submit and admit that I’m a man. You know me; do you honestly believe I’d ever do something I didn’t want to do?”

“I want all that, too,” I sob into his hair.

I pray that it will come true. If Whitt is correct and all he has to do is wish and the thought brings it into fruition, then I want him to wish hard.

Chapter Four

“Nervous?” I smirk at Fate.

She tries not to smile back and after a few seconds a grin spreads her lips.
“Yeah, stick by me, okay? This is fun if I don’t have to worry about anything,” her voice quivers betraying her nervousness. I nod that I have her back. 

She bounces on the balls of her feet as we walk towards the front of the line. People groan and complain as we walk by. One guy screams
get to the end of the line.
I glower back at him and he shrinks into the crowd.

“Just the man I was looking for,” I say to the bruiser guarding the door.

He’s more adorable than he was two years ago. Manliness is filling out his feature and it suits him. Still a skullcut- pity.

“Do you remember us, Aaron, because I remember you?” I’m not supposed to flirt with men, but damned it that blue-eyed cutie doesn’t light me on fire. He’s adorable.

“Queen,” he says respectfully. He smiles down at Fate. “Angel, are you behaving this evening? I see your Master made sure you wore flats this time,” he teases. 

Fate blushes. I’ve been around her when she went after men and she was relentless. But if you place her around a real man, she turns shy. Watching her around Whitt was interesting.

“We’ve had an attitude adjustment since we were here last time, I assure you.” I smirk down at a trembling Fate. We’re so fucking screwed.

“Ladies, may I?” He pulls that stamper out. There has to be a better way. “The Boss is waiting for you near the bar.”

“Thanks,” I reply and pull Fate behind me. She drags her feet.
“No boogiemen, I assure you. I’m right with you,” I murmur to reassure her. 

The sound hits with the force of a tsunami to the face. The music is louder, more tribal. Its hedonistic beat lures you to the dance floor. I’d love to join the mass of gyrating bodies, but Ezra’s ridiculous hood beckons from the bar.