Faithless (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (20 page)

“I don’t know,” I mumble, mind spinning. “How do you get them?”

“An eye appointment. It’s easy enough to fix,” Wil conversationally says, but I can tell he doesn’t think it will matter.

“
I’ve spent sixteen years as a blonde-haired, blue-eyed clone of Gwen’s- no more. Not one more day,” I declare.

“If it will make you feel better… but it won’t make a difference. You can’t leave this life behind with a disguise, and you can’t yank
her from your DNA. You are Gwen,” he stresses.

“Don’t- don’t ever say that
again. I’m not a whore,” I spit out as if the word is distasteful on my tongue. “I’m not sexy and seductive. I don’t connive and hurt people.”

Wil
sadly looks at me. “If you need to believe it.”

“I’m not!” I protest.

“I’ll prove it,” Wil arrogantly says. “Follow along with me. You said earlier that you don’t know a Holden, and you just said you aren’t seductive. Correct?”

“Yes, Wil,” I robotically murmur to get him to sm
ile. His whole face brightens as his lips curve upwards. He shakes his head like I’m distracting him.

“You’re with Cort now, right?”
he prompts me.

“Kinda. I mean, he’
d screw any girl of any age if she’d lie down and spread her thighs. Cort is the horniest thing on the planet. But he’s not my boyfriend or anything. He’s my guy friend- one of my best friends.”

“Cort
wants you?” I shake my head yes. “And Ezra, he’s in love with Cort and is gay, but he touches you.” Wil lifts an eyebrow in challenge.

“Not really. Accidently. Curiously.”

“Do you think Ezra would have sex with you if Cort or you asked him? If you asked him to join you?”

“Yeah…
yeah, he would,” I reluctantly admit. Butterflies assault my stomach at the thought. I don’t know if it thrills me or sickens me.

“You just proved that you are seductive and sexy. A gay kid, who is madly in love with another, wants you. Faith, Cort isn’t your target. He
is a means to an end.”

“What?” I draw out in confusion, my brow
s scrunching together. “I… I… what? You always said Cort was my objective. Day one: date Cortez Abernathy. You kicked my ass when I said no. My neck still has a crick in it.”

“I’m sorry,”
Wil sadly says, eyes glistening with tears. “Cort isn’t your target, he’s mine- Ezra is your target. The only way to Ezra is straight through Cort.”

“But-”

“Ezra’s name was Ezra Holden. He is the future Holden. Ezra’s aunt is worried about his sexuality hindering his ability to create an heir. Divina has a debilitating disease, so she’ll never have children. Ezra is their link to the future. Diane was their family’s only hope because Pearl was too scared to have another child. Their father violently fixed it so Ezra was born. Even knowing that it will draw the game to a close with the Meyers as the victors, Pearl still went to Mitchell. The Whore is known for her abilities, and Pearl asked for one of her daughters. Faith, you will beat your own mother at her own game if you can seduce a gay kid.”

“No,” I cry out. “I can’t do that to him.”

“You’re not forcing Ezra. If he wants to- you have to do it. She’ll know- which means Mitchell will know. If I were you, I’d never want to meet your grandfather. He will punish accordingly… and brutally. You don’t want what happened to Diane and Hunter to happen to you and Ezra,” Wil warns.

“I’d be lying to Ez
. I won’t be a con-artist like my dadd- I’m mean, my father,” I stumble over my promise I’d made to myself- Wil will never hear me say the word daddy ever again.

“It’s our life. Ezra will be worse than we are. He’s destined for his own path of treachery.
You have to accept your lot in life and just… live.”

“What if I’d rather be an enforcer? I’m not cut out of this seduction shit. Look at me,” I growl, gesturing to my girly t-shirt. “Not sexy!”

Wil closes his eyes and sighs as if he’s in pain. “I will disagree with that. If you haven’t figured out yet what stick was shoved up your brother’s ass, I’ll tell you. Boyd is pissed at me because I like you, okay? I’m… I never get distracted, and you even distract me,” Wil grumbles. “And we can’t afford to distract you.”

“You like me?”
Not hearing the important words, my ears pick up on that phrase and squeal like excitable boy-crazed girls.

Wil says nothing but he nods his head yes.
Finally reality clicks in my mind and my mouth spews, “Then how can you do this to me? Not only ask me to have sex with someone, but have them… eww… you want him to… gross. I don’t want that in me.” I push Wil away and try to jump off the vanity counter. Wil’s unrelenting grip keeps me where I sit. He presses his weight into me, while trying to suppress the smirk on his lips.

“
I don’t want to have a baby or birth a baby or raise a damned baby. And I will never exchange my child to its father for some kind of payment that I hand over to a mother or grandfather I’ve never met. It doesn’t even matter. If I have a child… in the very distant future, I will raise it. Hell, I don’t even know if I want to reproduce. Eww… you want him to cum in me? I’m not a cum-dumpster,” I snidely hiss as I tilt my head to the side and twist my face up in distaste.

Wil laughs at me- a full-bodied laugh rumbles from his chest. It sounds like pure heaven as it trills through my ears. I pretend it doesn’t have a warming effect on my system.

“No,” Wil chokes out around more laughter, wiping his eyes dry. “I don’t want him
depositing
in you. Though, I’m sure you’d enjoy it. Most women do, or so I’ve heard.”

“Got a huge network of middle-aged women who talk to you about sex, Wil? That’s really something I should know about my enforcer. I don’t know if I can trust a man-whore.”

“Ha! Don’t make me say that you shouldn’t trust a whore-whore!” he teases, eyes glittering with pleasure. “I’m guessing that you’d like it- the sex and orgasm. I wouldn’t know from experience on how a girl reacts. Not a whole lot of action for a seventeen-year-old knee-capper.” He quickly sobers. “No, I don’t want you to have sex with Ezra or Cort or anyone for that matter- but me.” His pale eye heat white-hot, scorching me to the soul.

“Wil,” I breathlessly pant out
.

He moves
closer into me, pressing his arousal into my thigh. Wil’s face keeps getting closer and closer until his breath warms my cheek. Is he’s going to kiss me? My breath hitches in my throat, remembering that first and only kiss. We were supervised then, but this time, we’re alone in my bathroom. The thought has gooseflesh erupting on my skin and a warm stirring in my lower belly. I love my Ezes as friends. They are gorgeous. But this is pure chemistry, mixed with a bunch of emotions I don’t want to examine too closely.

“But I can’
t,” Wil whimpers across my cheek. “I wish,” he wistfully mumbles, “but you’re not for me. Gwen would kill me if I… if I ruined your chances with Ezra. Someday, maybe- but by then she’ll have more men for you to capture, I’m sure. We can’t go there, Faith, even if you only sorta annoy me- most of the time,” he teases me as he pulls away. The lack of heat from his body, the soft tease of his breath on my cheek, the press of his erection into my thigh, makes me want to scream like a spoiled brat and throw an epic shit-fit.

I’
m patient; I can outwait anyone to get what I want. But this would stick it to the mother I’ve never met, and I really want a taste of Wil more than anything. I’m no seductress, but Wil is a teenage boy whose hormones must rival mine. Without a thought, I yank him down to my lips, our teeth hitting with force. Wil doesn’t even hesitate. A weird sense of victory flows in my blood as he kisses me back.

Finally, I have an answer to the eternal question,
what does his hair-fuzz feel like?
It’s soft- like a feather brush rubbing along your palm. I grip his head in my hands, digging my nails in. He isn’t getting away from me until I get what I want. I no longer feel like Faith. Just one small sip of sexual heat and I turn into someone else. 

The teenage boy overrides the control freak in Wil. He unhinges. I’m pressed back into the mirror, my legs sp
read wide to accommodate his strong hips. Wil practically mounts the counter to get closer to me. One of his hands is firmly gripping my ass, pulling me closer to him. His fingers are brushing a hairsbreadth from my cunny, igniting a fire in my womb. His other hand is immediately cupping my breast, slowly squeezing and releasing, rubbing the pebble of my nipple against his warm palm. No longer is his hard-on against my thigh, it’s pressed where it belongs. My lack of panties has me whimpering and Wil gasping for breath.

A part of my mind is watching the scene unfold and telling me to slow my ass down, but the rest of me tells that nagging bitch to shut the hell up. I’ve been on the edge of sexually snapping for months. Two hot guys and a brood
ing one have been fueling my hunger to combust.

I dominate Wil. T
hrust my tongue into his mouth, suckle on his bottom lip. My fingers dig crescent moons into his flesh. He whimpers and moans as my onslaught overpowers him. I yelp when Wil slips his fingers down my slit and deliciously rubs. I lose all function as he caresses me in a dizzying pattern. My head falls back to the mirror, unable to continue kissing Wil. He hungrily goes after my neck like a vampire drinking at an artery. I can’t stop my hand from seeking the fly of his jeans and pulling the button-fly open. I want to touch him, too. I don’t get a chance to stroke him back because he’s eager to feel us sexually touch.

A deep, primal moan flows from my lip
s when his private flesh slides against my moist pussy. Wil’s grunt of pleasure has me clawing at his back, pulling him closer. I’m so far out of my mind that I hear music playing in my head- my version of a theme song for our lusts. Ironically, the song I hear is Closer by NIN.

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

By the time I hear
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
I need to explode. I hold the need to scream for Wil to do just that. For Wil, I’d let him do whatever he wanted to do to me. I’d even let him shoot inside me. The part of my brain that’s having a fit, screams
see, something ain’t right here? You’re riding on lust. Slow your ass down!

I
deeply moan again as Wil finds the entrance to my pussy with the blunt head of his cock. His flesh scorches me- burns with a passion-filled fire. Wil slowly starts to push inside me. A deep moan builds in the back of my throat when the thick head begins to breach my opening.

The sound of my pleasure has Wil freezing
, his erection going soft in an instant. I look at him in a panic, and he stares back at me like I’m Satan. Wil’s nostrils flare as he laboriously pants between his clenched teeth. His pale eyes glow white with suppressed fury. I know without a shadow of a doubt, he’s wishing me dead right now.

“I’m sorry,” I unsurely whimper, “What did I do? Did I do something
wrong? You were liking it, too,” I say in a childlike voice.

“Don’
t do that… ever… again,” he ruthlessly growls. “And never make that sound again- ever,” Wil irately hisses at me. His face twisted in pain and anger. Wil quickly tucks his shrinking willy back in his jeans and buttons up.

I yank my t-shirt back into place and
cover my legs with a towel. Wil is offended just looking at me, like he is when he hears me talk. I don’t say a word so I don’t bother his ears, and I try to get shrink smaller so I don’t bother his eyes. 

I feel ridiculou
s- foolish. It’s worse that this happened with Wil. He just rejected me- so much for the seductive nature of Gwen the Whore’s whore daughter. I can’t even get a teenage boy worked up. I managed to make his dick go limp.

“Forget that ever happened,” Wil bites out like it hurts him to say
the words. He won’t look at me and he doesn’t want to speak to me. If anything, he looks terrified, like he wants to run from me.

“Already forgotten,” I lie, glad that I can feel one emotion and project another. It could be that I’m so confused and hurt that I feel a little bit numb.

“I’ll dye your hair right now, and then leave,” are the last words he speaks to me all night long, until he tells me good night. I don’t say another word… or move.

~Chapter Fifteen~

The ominous gong of the doorbell reverberates throughout the house, tolling the desolating emptiness of its household. My home used to house up to fifteen people: six bed/bath suites and service quarters. Now it’s just Lara and me. It’s beyond sad to see its opulent splendor reduced to shit. Our reputation has tanked to the point that the big front windows are boarded up against further brick attacks. Now the house has a pissed off teen-whore and a delusional drunk as its only occupants.