Faithless (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (105 page)

“She is very protective of us,” Fate says in a pleased voice.

“It’s only been two months, but I can spot a submissive a mile away. Sister, you glow in the dark. You’re like candy for a Dom- sticky sweet and innocent. And since you’re Gwen’s kid, way too pretty to walk into Restraint and be safe without a tough bitch backing you up.”

“I’ll be at the bar, you’ll be patrolling the club, and Regina will be at her side. She’ll be safe,” Kris assures me.

“She better be,” I threateningly purr. “Regina may protect her, but Fate is my sister. I’ll hurt anyone who drops the ball.” Kris has not only seen me in action, she acted as one of my subs during a training session. Right now, she looks very pale and faintly ill. But it could be because she’s seen me kill someone before- my own grandfather.

“Ah, Pixy is threatening people. I must be in the right place.” Wil’s voice is filled with amusement. A warm palm cups
the front of my throat, slides up the column of my neck, and tilts my head back. Moist lips connect with mine- just a mere brush. Fluttering back and forth, Wil gently kisses me.

“Welcome home. How was work?” I gaze up into his white/blue gaze and get lost for a few moments in time.

“I missed you. That’s how it was- lonely,” he grumbles.

A firmer kiss has me whimpering and trying to rise off the sofa to get closer to him. But Wil chuckles deep in his chest while controlling the kiss- controlling me. Outside of the bedroom, Wil has to be in control. Inside of the bedroom, he wholly submits. 

“I’ll leave your girls to your machinations,” Wil says with a smile and heads towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms. I stare at his broad shoulders, tight waist, and round ass, and whimper underneath my breath. Wil is like a drug for me.

“Boys!” Wil shouts. “I need some company while I eat my supper. Tori, make sure you bring your homework. I need proof you completed it!”

My eyes follow Wil as he crosses the room, a soft smile twisted on his cruel lips. “What?” I mumble feeling three pairs of female eyes on me.

“Do I hear bells in the distance?” Ade murmurs.

“Yeah, I hear it, too,” Kris says with a snort. “Someone is in looooovvvveeee,” she draws out, making kissy noises.

“Shut it,” I grouchily growl.

A herd of elephants run through the apartment- no, that’s just two boys. Torian abruptly stops, causing Zane to run into his back.

“Ladies,” Torian purrs in a boy’s voice. It’s so bad that I have to laugh into the back of my hand. The kid thinks he’s a stud. My brother
, Torian’s dad, is awkward- geeky- until he’s kicking ass, then he looks badass hot for a brother. But Torian is going the path of Gwen, or maybe Thomas. He’s cute in a geeky sort of way, but has the charisma of a con-artist. Basically, Torian at twelve has more charm then Cortez Abernathy at twenty-eight.

“Kitchen,” Zane calmly says. While patient, he doesn’t have the patience for the budding womanizer. Zane doesn’t know girls exist yet, so he doesn’t understand. I hope he never understands in the way Torian does. That kid is a throbbing hormone.

“That kid is going to be trouble,” Kris says, and if anyone could get a read on a male, it’s Kris.

“Yup,” I say, popping the p. “It’s entertaining because he’s a kid. When he’s an adult, he’ll spend most of his time removing Wil’s foot from his ass.”

“Are you going to get married?” Fate quietly asks while Kris contemplates Torian and Ade looks like she’s seen a ghost.

“He hasn’t asked,” I blush like a sonofabitch. I pick up a throw pillow and cover my burning face.

“Oh my God, Faith is acting like a girl!” Kris squeals. “You ask, he’ll say yes. When you’re around each other, you look like you’re both walking on a cloud. The game has been a gentler thing since Wil isn’t running all the plays for the elders. Boyd was starting to piss my ass off- hand always in my cookie jar,” Kris spits. “And not the sexy cookie jar, the monetary one.”

“Boyd takes after our daddy,” I fondly say, smiling to myself. I love that my daddy is with us in spirit- he lives on in his son and grandsons.

“How did you get Ezra to do that?” Ade cryptically says, still looking spooked.

“Do what?” Kris asks for me. That girl is more curious about everything than I am.

“Did he stay hard with you? Did it take more than once to make Zane? We’ve tried but it never goes well. A few times it was alright, I guess. Nothing to write home about,” Ade depressively says.

“Um… we didn’t have any problems. But we were also with Cort. I’m sure that helped Ez,” I lamely offer. I don’t
want to hurt Ade’s feelings. Ez never had a problem touching me like a man touches a woman.

“But Zane was made when you were alone. Cort wasn’t there to keep him happy.” If Ade had whined, I’d have told her to mind her own business. But she sounds desperate. Adelaide Whittenhower never asks for help, but here she is asking me.

“Ez was my best friend,” I begin. “We are still close, and I’m thankful for that because of Zane. I don’t like Ez most of the time, though. We never had any issue touching each other. It was built on friendship and mutual survival.”

Ade says, “How do I get him there?”
I hate seeing the worry lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Ade needs to walk away and find someone to love.

“
Truthfully, Ade, I don’t see it working for you. Not because Ez is bringing in Katya Waters or because he is gay. He is different after what happened with Ray. He is different after what Cort has put him through. I don’t know if he and I could have went through with it if we had to do this today instead of before all that shit happened. But it won’t work out for you because you are both attracted to the same sex, and Ez will forever be madly in love with Cort. They may hook up with other people, but it will never last. Forget marrying him to please your father and Diane, and find your own happiness.”

Any other woman would get angry and jealous. Even Kris is looking at me like I just kicked her puppy. But Adelaide is a shrewd woman. She knows I am telling her this, not for Ezra, but for her best interests. We all deserve to be happy after the hell we’ve lived through.

“Ade, find that special someone, because no matter what, Ez already found his. And I think they deserve each other,” I say in a nasty tone, and every head bobs in agreement. Cortez and Ezra live to hurt the other- they get what they deserve in return. 

~Chapter Ninety-Three~

Silenced:
I hunger to taste you
.

It’s not happening, Grant
.

Silenced:
It will eventually, my sweet. I have longed to feast on your succulent pussy and drown in the juices that flow
.

Bull-fucking-shit, you manipulative assmunch. I’m doing you a favor right this second. I may be a sadist, but I do have morals.

Silenced:
Thank you for luring her to your lair.

That is exactly my point. You want to hook up- while it may be… incredible, it’s wrong. You’re still stuck on your ex. Even if Wil says he’s fine with it, I can never do that to him. So for the billionth time, the answer is still no.

Silenced:
Then I shall play phone tag. Send me a picture of your nipple rings so I can masturbate to them.

GRANT!
I’m in the middle of a packed club. I am not exposing myself and snapping a cell pic, you sick bastard. Wil should never have taken that pussy shot for you, either. You guys make my brain bleed.

Silenced:
Wil gets turned on by the thought of you fucking me. Has he told you that?

Until he does, I don’t believe it from you. You love to lie. You could be lying right now.

Silenced:
But I’m not. Just last night, Wil called you a stubborn woman. Sound like him?

You know it does, you rat-bastard
.

Silenced:
No picture, then… send me a couple naughty sentences and I will leave you be.

I want to grip your nuts in my hand, and twist until they pop from their protective sack, and then I will shove t
hem up your anus until you choke on them. Dirty enough for ya?

Silenced:
Hold on, I’m whacking off. More brutality, Sadist, I know you can do better than that overused line.

Asshole! The Queen has landed. I’ll text you later, and I’
ll be more imaginative next time.

Silenced:
If I weren’t hung up on my old mistress, would your answer be yes?

I
honestly don’t know

Silenced:
What if Wil joined us, and I just spotted?

I don’t know, probably.

Silenced:
that is something to look forward to.

That’s a lot of IFs, Grant! I don’t see you getting over Regina anytime soon.
Considering you are making me get her wrapped up in BDSM just so she will visit the Brownstone.

Silenced:
that’s not for me.

Bull-fucking-shit! It’s for you. You may have altruistic reasons, but let’s be honest. You hunger to see her a lot more than you hunger for a taste of me. I’ve heard you and Roman wax poetic about Regina. It is insulting that you want me as a
runner-up. Grant, Faith Simpson may have been okay with being in second place. But, Syn the Sadist, she is never anything other than someone’s grand fucking prize. Later!

Silenced:
my sincerest apologies
.

I turn off my cell before
Grant can text me again. I have important business to attend to. I don’t care about Regina’s welfare. At a couple inches over six feet and nearly two hundred pounds, she can take care of herself. But my angelic sister, who is a hundred pounds sopping wet and doesn’t reach five feet, she can’t.

I groan in misery. It’s like a neon sign is pointing at Fate:
Submissive! Get your submissive, right here!
Fate is wearing a white gown that is completely see-through in the strobe lights. My sister isn’t wearing anything beneath the gown. The perfect silhouette of her round hips, the slope of her breasts, and the curve of her ass are on full display. She clings to Regina’s arm like a lost child. Her wide eyes are frightened and exhilarated. A trail of men and women follow my sister through the crowd. If it weren’t for Regina running interference, Fate would be eaten by the crowd.

Fate is Master Bait.

I breathe a sigh of relief when Kris catches their attention and they make their way to the bar. I lean against the wall and watch over the crowd. On my nights off, after the boys are in bed, I come here until closing. Some nights I train, but I’m usually out here playing bouncer. Ezra started this club, but didn’t have the knowhow on running it successfully. It’s popular, but it’s dangerous. There are too many people in the space, with way too much alcohol flowing. The air is filled with power- those seeking it and those flexing it. It is a volatile mix.

People come here to get hurt or hurt something. Part of the appeal of Restraint is the possibility of danger. Wil’s words ring in my mind, how I was a danger seeker, and that’s why I liked the men that I liked. Being an adrenaline junkie is like gaydar, except I have radar for other adrenaline junkies- and this place is filled to the max with them.

I have no idea what the girls told Regina to get her here. Her drag queen outfit makes me smile. Watching Regina bumble through the crowd with Fate in tow is amusing. Their awkward dancing is by far the most fucked up thing I’ve ever witnessed. After a decade of watching Bianca dance, everything pales in comparison. But I don’t dance at all, so I won’t judge their frantic, uncoordinated movements.

Dexter is the first one to find the girls, and I hate the predatory expression that fl
oods his face the moment he lays eyes on my sister-
over my dead body, Master!
Dexter snubs the girls, folds his arms over his chest, and watches them as I am.

My mouth gapes open when Regina makes my sister get on her knees and kneel in supplication.
When the tip of Fate’s tongue connects with Regina’s boot, I’m propelled across the club. No one disrespects my family like that.

My feet slow when the hoods appear from the dungeon door- the freakin’ idiots. Ez and Cort walk around in their executioner hoods, like anyone give
s a flying fuck who they are. Yay, a mediocre author and his billionaire partner- both are a dime a dozen in this city. Hell, Regina has more money than all of the game players combined.

The idiots circle Regina and Fate, like shark-infested waters. I can tell that Regina knows who is who, but they are toying with her anyway. I’d already told Ez that Regina was coming to visit. He was supposed to give her some shit, not make her feel like shit. As always
, the boys fight over each other.

My feet are moving me closer the second Ez picks Cortez up by the throat. Cort has a perpetual ring of fingertip bruises
. Suffocation is their new form of foreplay. Back in the day, they would fight, wrestle, and get worked up. Now Cort throws a tantrum until Ez chokes the shit out of him, and then they do whatever they do in their private room. They are getting worse by the day.