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Ezra abruptly shoves me to the shower floor. I fall and don’t catch myself because I didn’t expect it. I slip and slide as I try to stand, but he holds me down with a hand on my shoulder.

“You don’t get to manipulate me.” He fists my hair and I yelp in pain. “You should have let me kiss you,” he warns. 

He roughly yanks me until I’m facing him while resting on my shins and knees. One of his fists is in my hair and the other is wrapped around his arousal.

“Suck it,” he demands.

I shake my head no and it snaps off a few hairs. I wince in pain as he tightens his hold sharply. The more I struggle the harder he grips and the more moisture beads out the slit of his cock. He likes me fighting him. I cease and he sighs in pleasure.

“Suck it! Suck it down,” he purrs huskily. His voice has gone deeper with lust.

I shake my head no. I’m not stupid enough to open my mouth to speak.

“Your lover’s cock was inside my partner’s mouth last night. Afterwards they cuddled and held each other. I was at home waiting and lonely. No one holds me,” his voice is thick with s
adness and it breaks my heart.

I want to stand up and hold him how we were just a few moments ago, but it’s too late. I open my mouth and comfort
him the only way he’ll let me.

“Good little cocksucker,” he groans as I suck as much of him into my mouth as I can. He smiles
down and me with shining eyes.

“Asshole,” I mumble around his cock as soon as I realized he manipulated me. “Did that even happen, you lying jackass?”

Ezra shrugs and devilishly smirks at me, telling me that it never happened. I should’ve known better than that. Marcus was with Jamie and Roman last night.

“Hmm…” he purrs. “I like sucking cock too, but no one ever lets me. Did you know tha
t I’ve never sucked Cort off?”

I stare up at him with bulging eyes and he smirks at my response. I can tell he’s not bullshitting me. I know that Cort has never allowed him to top him either. Ezra must be starved for attention. It can’t be good for his mental issues, especially since I bet Cort would beg Marcus to suck and fuck him.

I suck him in until the bulbous head of his cock hits my gag-reflex. I choke a bit and he grunts in pleasure. I gaze up at him and lock eyes as I swallow his silky, smooth cock down my throat. I twirl my tongue around the underside of his cock and he growls and grabs the back of my head and starts to fuck my face.

Ezra’s gray eyes turn stormy with surprise and I can see trust flash across his face. I’d bet everything I have that no one has ever let him fuck their face. 

I enjoy the hell out of sucking him off. He lets me explore his length thoroughly. Grant… aka Jamie isn’t circumcised. I haven’t played with Whitt, but I know he isn’t either. Marcus is and he won’t let me take the time for adequate foreplay.

Ezra is just as flesh-starved as I am. He lets me do whatever I want to his circumcised cock. It’s an entirely different experience than playing with Jamie.

I nip and lick his sack and he growls his approval. I nibble on his taint and his knees weaken and he has to catch himself on the shower wall. I shove him until his back rests on the wall and his legs are widespread.

Ezra annoys the fuck out of me, but I love him in a twisted, incestuous way. We may not be related, but it’s fucking weird to get off by sucking your lover’s son’s cock. He isn’t his biological kid, but still. For some sick reason
it’s making my pussy quiver in excitement.

His cock disappears down my throat until my lips meet the furry nest surrounding the base. I cup his balls and massage in a pulsing pattern. When he starts to writhe and groan uncontrollably
with his cock beating like hummingbird’s wings in my mouth, I slip two fingers deep inside his ass.

“Ahhh…. Regina,” he bellows in pleasure and I know there isn’t a soul in this house
that didn’t hear it.

Ezra pumps shot after shot of cum down my throat. I keep fucking his ass with my fingers and palpating his balls. I swallow and swallow and it hits me out of nowhere.

My eyes roll back in my head. Every nerve in my body fires at once. My skin tightens and tingles. Muscle after muscle flex and relax as if I was hit with an electrical current. I cum harder than I have in a long time and considering the epic orgasms Ezra’s given me in the past week that’s saying something.

I climax without touch. My mind releases pleasure as endorphins flood my system. Moisture floods down my thighs and mingles with the water cascading down from the showerheads.

“Oh my God,” Ezra laughs in amazement. “Did you just cum from sucking my cock?”
His eyes are so light they almost look blue. Amusement and delight make him look years young and it strips the uptight expression from his face. I’m seeing the real Ezra, the one he would’ve been without all the fucked up shit that happened to him. I’m seeing the Ezra that Cort’s in love with. He smiles down at me with pure joy radiating from his expression.

I hold his waning cock in my mouth, and shake my head yes, and roll my eyes up to meet his. He looks gobsmacked and his knees finally give out. He slides down the wall and ta
ngles up on the floor with me.

He laughs and I start to giggle.

“How’d you know to do that? It’s what Cort always did for me,” he says bashfully. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him blush.

“Gay or straight all guys are the same back there. It’s whether or not they allow it. I don’t have much experience with different guys.
Um… Grant was way into it. I figured you’d like it,” I say shyly.

“Does he let you do it?” He blushes deeper in embarrassment as he a
sks what his dad likes in bed.

“Nah… he doesn’t allow any foreplay. I’ve sucked him once. It was for my initiation while we were in the SUV and it was only for a minute. He’s never allowed me to do anything else,” I try to mask the disappointmen
t in my voice but he hears it.

I stand up and shut off the water and grab two towels. I toss one to Ezra as he tries to read my body language.

“It must bother you that he lets Cort touch him like that, doesn’t it?” He pulls Dr. Zeitler out of nowhere.

“Don’t analyze me, Ezra,” I say bitchily and stalk from the room.

He passes me with a grin on his face and jumps to my bed. He beams at me and lies down on the center of the mattress and he’s bare-assed naked. Ezra’s pleased with himself. My attitude told him everything he needed to know.

“It scares you, too. It scares you that if they finally give in and fuck each other that they’ll leave us. It scares you that Marc will choose Cort over you,” he says arrogantly as he uses mental warfare.

I learn something about him. He said not to fuck with him because he’d mentally hurt me. He wasn’t lying. He has the ability to enter my mind and scramble it and leave me fucked up. 

“I think your projecting your own fears onto me, Ezra.” I say haughtily as I use the languag
e of Dr. Jeannine against him.

“Regina,” he smirks at me and laughs. “I think I might be in love with you a little bit.” Ezra blushes and bats his eyelashes at me. I roll my eyes and pull on a nightgown.

“Freaking lunatic,” I say with affection.

“I brought you a gift,” he says shyly and pulls a large velvet bag from his jacket.

“An apology gift?” I arch an eyebrow and scowl at him.

“I have nothing to be sorry for,” he says without a shred of guilt. I shake my head because it’s not worth fighting with someone who’s off their rocker.

“Give it up,” I demand and sit next to him.

“This is for Kristal,” he murmurs as he hands me a bracelet.

It looks like a charm bracelet that has a small padlock on it. Restraint’s symbol for a submissive and a crown adorn the lock.

“It’s her membership bracelet, but it’s for her protection. I don’t want anyone to hurt our little brat,” he smiles fondly. “I want them to know she’s owned.”

“Thanks,” I grumble and place it on the nightstand. I thought I’d be getting a gift. No one ever gives Regina presents.

“This one’s for Fate,” I put my hand out and he drops the chain bracelet into my palm. It looks exactly like Kristal’s bracelet except the crown is different. I look a question at him and he grins.
“I know that you’re Kristal’s Master, but you plan on giving her to Whitt for his birthday. You don’t need a bracelet at home to know you’re her Master, but the dungeon is different.”

“Oh,” I mumble. It takes me a second to understand the gravity of the crowns. A crown for Queen makes sense, but a crown for Whitt does
n’t. He looks at me knowingly.

“You won’t tell
will you?” I breathe to Ezra.

“No, never,” he vows. “That little shit had a crush on me before he could pop a chub. I won’t betray your husband.”

“Okay, thank you,” I say in relief and then reality hits me.

“My house isn’t bugged is i
t?” I half-screech in outrage.

“No,” he says innocently and my eyes narrow. Are his gray eyes shining more than usual? Does the sociopath lie perfectly? He smirks at me knowing that I can’t figure out if he’s lying or not.

“Doesn’t matter,” I mumble. I’ll have my house swept a.s.a.p.

“And this is for you, Regina,” his voice is thick with emotion.

I take the bracelet from him and grin like an idiot. I get a present too!

It looks just like the other bracelets, but the lock is for a dominant and the underside has a KH and FS engraved into the metal.

“Thanks,” I whisper as I put it on, but I can’t get the lock to click. Ezra reaches over with a key and locks it. I put my hand out for a key and he chuckles as the key disappears into the velvet bag.

“Hey!” I protest. “You’re not getting a key to my wrist!”

“No, but someone else is,” he snickers and hands me a necklace. It has four small keys attached to a pendent that looks like a padlock. It’s an attractive necklace and I love it.

“Whose keys are these?” I ask in wonder as
I finger each individual key.

“That’s Kristal and Fate’s keys, so that you may lock and unlock their bracelets. Whitt has a copy of yours and Kristal’s. Marcus will ge
t the key I just used on you.”

“No fair
,” I whine. “No one owns me.” 

“Don’t think of it like that. It’s more like a dog tag. The other two keys are for Marc and Whitt. They don’t have bracelets, but it goes to their necklaces.

“Oh, who else has their keys?” I say glumly.

“No one,” he immediately says and I look at him to see if he’s lying. “Honest,” he says aghast when I don’t believe him.

“Oh, okay…. Thank you,” I s
ay meekly. “Who has your key?”

Ezra looks at me like I’m a freaking idiot.

“I guess your dad has a copy of all the keys, I take it,” I mumble.

“Of course.
I don’t think you see the love of your life for the man he is,” Ezra says with amusement. “I’ve learned everything I know from him.”

I flip his ass off and roll my eyes. I see them all for who they are- motherfucking crazy bastards.

“This is what Cortez delivered last night,” I trail off when he nods yes. “So… this must have cost a fortune.”

“I could have bought a small country for how much they all cost. I bought all the Masters necklaces and the female Masters got a bracelet for their protection. Roman and Dalton got one even though they are both training. I got one for Aaron because I’m going to train him myself, and I bought all the owned submissives a bracelet too. If you feel like pitching in about ten million I’d be thankful,” he says seriously.

I wait for him to say just kidding and when he doesn’t my mouth gapes open.

“Seriously?
It cost that much?” I ask disbelievingly.

“That is just your third. I asked Marc for the same amount. I didn’t ask Cort because he doesn’t have a sub and his
money is my money.” He shrugs.

“Jesus,” I whisper. “What are these made of anyway, faerie dust and unicorn eyelashes?”

“You don’t want to know. Okay… Give it up,” he demands.

“Give
what up?” I ask in confusion.

“Don’t be coy, Regina. Give me the
chat logs,” he says excitedly.

“Uh… right. I gotta go print
them out. I’ll be right back.”

 

 

Chapter Fourteen

I scuff my feet on my way back from my office with an armful of papers and run into my family.

“Uh,” I grunt out w
hen I hit Roman’s solid chest.

“Why is Ezra in your room screaming your name in ecstasy?” He accuses me.

Fuck off
I mouth at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I deny innocently out loud.

“I’m doing a project for him.” I flash the ream of paper at Roman, Kris, and Fate. “Follow me… I have something for you all.”

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