KING (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (45 page)

All I can say is, “Oh my God,” on repeat as Dalton does as h
e was requested. A hand grips my base while Whitt slowly inches down my cock until I’m deeply rooted inside. Daniel’s body eagerly embraces my cock, searing insane pleasure into my flesh. “Holy fuck,” I hiss when he begins to ride my hips in a wavelike motion. My hands unbiddenly find their way to Daniel’s strong hips, nails biting into his smooth flesh.

I’m
so transfixed that I can’t tear my gaze away. The boys are breathtaking, mouths agape as they pant from their exertions. Dalton palms the front of Daniel’s throat, rearing him back for a sweet kiss. I stare as their lips flutter against each other, slowly building in passion. Mouths and tongues lovingly duel in erotic splendor.

Master Ez shuts down Ezra before he can tunnel into the abyss, a disastrous walk down me
mories’ past. I catch sight of half a dozen images of Cort and me in a similar embrace. His hand on my chest, lips pressed to my ear as he pants his release and fires hot inside me. I close my eyes to the sight, keeping the tears at bay.

Once closed, all I can see is inside my
fractured mind. Master Ez beats the ever loving hell out of Ezra. I choose the gorgeous boys over my fighting identities. Eyes held wide, I watch Daniel and Dalton make love while using me as a conduit. I quickly stomp down the reminder that I’ve done this to three women in my life and that I deserve Karma’s swift kick to the nuts: Faith, Regina, and Katya.

A glint of something catches my attention, drawing me from my mind and the scene of Master Ez smothering a struggling Ezra. Daniel lifts his arm, fingers stroking Dalton’s silky locks. I gasp in surprise. Two sets of eyes stare at me for the outburst. Daniel smiles widely as he follows the direction of my gaze.

“Dalton has enough of them, I figured he’d ace giving them,” Daniel teases, fingers stroking the tattoos that flow from his armpit to hip. His broad arm had hidden them from my sight.

KING
in huge italicized letters vertically covers his side. Tiny chess pieces rest where my fingers had bit into earlier. Dozens of chess pieces, each with a name- Whitt’s version of telling the history of our lives.

“I’m a king?” I numbly mumble. “Love that Regina’s Queen is red instead of black.
Who is that huge king?” I slowly murmur as I reach forward and reverently glide my fingers over the tattoo. “Whoa… If my father doesn’t end up in WinterCrest, you’ll have to show him.”

“Do you like it?” Dalton
asks, chin resting on Daniel’s shoulder. His hair is a disaster, making him even more irresistible.

“It’s incredible. Pretty Boy finally has an edge, no more smooth lines and polite words,” I tease.

“I think you’ve had enough inside your head time,” Dalton knowingly says. “Makeout while we fuck him,” he growls at his partner, and then he pushes Daniel forward into my arms.

I catch a laughing Pretty Boy. His blue eyes sparkle as
he gazes down at me. Freedom and enlightenment shine from his eyes. It makes me proud.

Daniel’s happiness manages to quiet a weeping Ezra, who gazes up at me with huge, watery gray eyes and smiles. He sits crossed-legged, using his tormentor’s legs as a backrest and patiently waits. Master Ez reaches down and strokes the sad boy’s hair. With me back in the driver’s seat, I bid them adieu, and give all my attention to the gorgeous boys.

“I like what I see when I look at you guys,” are the last words I speak for a long while. With a feral growl, I grab a hank of Daniel’s blond hair and pull him down to my lips. I feast at his mouth, hands devouring his flesh. I grab his ass, thrust my hips, and fuck them both. The indescribable sensation of being deeply rooted inside Daniel’s hot ass with Dalton’s beast of a cock stretches me to my limit, is something I will never forget for the rest of my days. The three of us fall into the rhythm of complete and total abandon.

No judgment.
No shame.
Just pure, unadulterated pleasure.

No pretending. I bare myself raw, reveal the real Ez. I thought I’d taught the boys about love, life, and being gay… they provide
d me with a more valuable lesson. They taught me to be real. From this moment forth, no more pretending. Whoever has a problem with my insanity; they better run and hide.

Ezra rolls around the floor of my mind, begging me to stop thinking and feel the boys he’s ogling. Master Ez looks strung out
. I put myself out of my misery and concentrate on my friends.

Visions:
flashes of flesh-on-flesh, crimson-stained lips from rough kisses, writhing limbs, pale skin marked from bites, scratches, and ink, the glint of metal piercings. Sounds: moans, whimpers, the pound of my heart within my ears, the sharp hiss of breath between clenched teeth. Scent: undeniably male and highly intoxicating.

An agonizing moan is yanked from my s
oul. My spine bows, fingers biting into whatever is beneath them. I feel three heartbeats, and for once it’s not me, myself, and I: my heart rapidly beats within my chest, Dalton’s erratically flutters inside me, and Daniel’s rhythmically beats around my cock. From one breath to the next, three men erupt. Primal moans fill the air as a hot wash of semen flows inside me, outside me, and from me.

I scream… scream my pain and loneliness as I climax. A heavy weight lands on me, smoothers the agony that spills from my throat. In a move I’ve perfected, but they have not, I kiss them both at the same time. I drink their sweetness, innocence, and goodness down, and wash the evil away.

“You’re going to hear some bad shit about me,” I hoarsely begin, “Please forgive me, and don’t leave my side.”

“I’m not stupid
,” Daniel dismisses my fears. “Let’s get washed up. It’s time I truly become King of the Whittenhowers. First order of business: re-storm my castle, accept the title of
The Whittenhower
, hold my son while he breaks, and then… then I’m going to need you and Dalton to hold me up as I go after them both.”

I expect dead eyes to gaze at me, because Daniel is far from stupid. Dalton is crying, but Daniel, he is determined. An inner-light shines out his eyes. We three may not be partners in the forever
sense of the word, but unbidden to us, we’ve bonded for something far more important. The three of us will have to put our loved one’s lives back together after the storm.

“Call my
father; I need him and Regina back immediately. I’m telling them everything,” I order as I pull free from the sex-covered sheets. Dalton’s already on his cell before I have a chance to grab my own.

Daniel stops me as I get dressed. He grips my wrist tightly, squeezing until I meet his eyes. “Promise me one thing,” he desperately begs. “No matter what… don’t let me kill him.”

~
Faithless~
Mistress Syn
Mistress & Master of Restraint, #9
Available May 2013
~The Hunter~
Master Cortez
Mistress & Master of Restraint, #10
Available July 2013

~
Silenced~
Grant Whittenhower
Mistress & Master of Restraint, #11
coming 2013

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Erica Chilson spends most of her time inside her own imagination, whether awake or asleep. Her love of reading and writing for her book review blog, Wicked Reads, inspired her to begin writing again. Not one that enjoys the norm, her favorite things to read, write, and dream about are on the edge, claws and fangs, and wickedly entertaining things…
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