KING (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (9 page)

“It was cute how you’d come to me, and I’d show you where you wanted to go. Years later and you only knew how to find your rooms and mine. I kept it so that if you ever came back, you could find me. Niel spent all of his time in these rooms with me, because I told him it was a beacon to light your path- your own personal sunshine.”

Regina falls into my arms, sobbing. Whether
it’s addiction or obsession, it doesn’t matter, because I love this woman with my entire being. Regina’s been through every step of my life, walking beside me. I’ve been her light, and she’s been my strength. What I’m about to do is as wrong as it gets.

If this really is her kink, I’ll happily feed it. Kill me now if it’s not.

“No crying,” I murmur while gently patting her face dry with my sleeve. “I have a surprise for you. Come,” I open my door and gesture inside.

“Oh my
God, you kept it the same,” Regina giddily sings. “The blue bedding with your bed pushed up against the wall. Your desk is so neat, but I bet the drawers are filled with messy art supplies.”

I lean against the w
all watching in amusement as Regina looks inside my very messy drawers, and then she inspects every corner of my rooms, opening my closet, entering the sitting room, and even scoping out the bath.

“It’s jus
t as I remember,” Regina says with delighted sadness. “Where’s this surprise?”

“Between the bed and the wall.
Go on and take a peek,” I entice, jerking my chin in the direction of her prize.

A sharp hiss is pulled from me as she tries to reach my art portfolio that’s lodged between the wall and the bedframe. The one I keep in my desk is random
stuff, but this one I’ve been working on since the day I met her.

My heart kicks into overdrive as Regina wiggles around on my bed. She looks so right on my blue sheets. I want to find the bastard who taught her that panties were a sin
and thank him for making this easier on me. Marcus pops into my mind, but he’s replaced a second later by Ezra. Intuition says it was Ezra who didn’t want her wearing panties. It’s hard to surprise your victim if she has clothing in the way.

Regina’s
beautiful pussy glints up at me. She doesn’t even realize that she’s flashing me glimpses. I’ve always been a pervert. Regina was the one that gave me my first erection as I watched her nurse Niel, and I creepily stalked her after that. One night I crept in to her room after she and Grant had made love. Grant was in the shower and Regina was sleeping. I stood in the middle of her bedroom, staring at her nude form languidly lying on her bed. As I watched, I stroked myself off for the very first time. Almost getting caught by Grant had me coming all over myself as I ran down the hall to my room. My first orgasm was a thrill, and I constantly did stupid shit to top it.

After Regina left, Ezra and Cort became my new perverted obsession. I
’d always wondered if I was gay because when people asked me who I wanted to marry, I’d automatically say Queen. They’d laugh, thinking I was being cute. They’d ask me again, and it was always a male that popped into my mind. If I couldn’t have Regina, then it had to be a guy. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew I was gay after sneaking around ShadowHaven to find Ezra bent over the sofa arm with Cort thrusting behind him. I still masturbate to that memory. I didn’t even know the missionary position existed until I started watching porn. To this day, when I fantasize about sex, there is always a spine arching before me.

“I can’t get it. It’s wedged between the frame and the wall,” Regina grunts as she struggles to free the leather-bound sketchbook.

“You can do it,” I encourage her, in a voice gone deep from amusement and arousal. Ever so slowly, I lower my zipper, trying to be as quiet as possible. I bite my lip when air rushes over my engorged cock. Jesus, I’ve been hard for hours. My head is purple and my balls ache something fierce. If anyone can cure me of priapism, it’s Regina.

“Here, I’ll help,” I murmur as I crawl across the bed. I say a little prayer
that she won’t look over her shoulder as I get on the mattress. Regina’s pussy is weeping moisture down her thigh. I give myself a second to fantasize that she loves being on my bed as much as I love her here. I start to wonder if Regina suspects what I’m up to.

My cock is pointed at the ceiling, swinging wildly as I slide on my knees across the bed.
I surreptitiously lift her dress as I lean down to yank the book free. I shift my hips and grab my cock, preparing to slide into my favorite place on her body.

“Yay, I got it!” Regina
shouts when the book is freed from its home. As Regina leans back to look at her prize, I spear her with my cock. “Ugh…” a garbled grunt is pushed from her chest as I take her to the hilt. I grit my teeth against the intense pleasure of entering Regina’s unprepared vagina. She’s so tight I want to bawl.

“Daniel,” Regina
growls, pissed. She thrashes about, pretending to try to get away from me, but in reality she’s just fucking me back. Every twist and jerk of Regina’s body, strokes along my pulsing cock. Her slick moisture slides along my length and dampens my sack. Regina can fight all she wants, but she’s loving this more than I am.

I smirk because Regina
called me Daniel, the name she only uses during sex. Regina’s pussy is quivering, the muscles contacting on my dick. Only one thing does that to a woman. I’m making my wife cum… and hell no… she didn’t know what I was up to.

“Christ,” Regina
curses, and I’d bet my life it’s because I just flipped her kink switch. “You shouldn’t have done this,” she breathlessly pants.

“The fuck, I shouldn’t have,” I groan, my body erupting in sweat. Pleasure radiates down my spine, beading goosebumps on my skin. Queen’s body welcomes me, envelopes me, holds me in a relentless grip of ecstasy.
Her cum drips down my dick and thighs, slicking my path, creating a blissful sloppy sound as I pound into her from behind. I hold nothing back as I viciously thrust, my hands seek her large tits and harshly squeeze until Regina moans my name-
Daniel
.

A noise draws my attention and I
notice the lock isn’t flipped. The perverted bastard that I am, is hoping, praying, wanting, and wishing that her lover has come a calling. I grab Regina’s waist and haul her around until we’re facing the door. I embrace my Queen, her back against my chest. Our sweat-slicked skin fuses together.

When the door opens, I have her moaning, climaxing, her cum running in rivulets down our thighs. I make sure the interloper can see my cock sli
ding inside her body. I grip Regina’s chin, holding her face stationary as she calls out my name in a state of bliss.

My cocky expression says,
do you do this to her?

“Did you even ask for her consent
first?” Marc’s voice is tight with fury. Regina is so far gone that she just blindly gazes at him, moaning unintelligible words. “This is what you were talking to Ezra about? You can’t do this again. Look at her. Dammit! Look at her eyes. She’s high.”

“That was the point,” I smugly grunt, my release barreling down on me. My spine bows
as my nerves ignite. I shout as pressure builds inside my aching balls. Moments later my seed is racing up my cock, pouring deep inside my wife while her lover looks on in horror. I mark her as my possession. I cum… I cum inside Regina and never look away from Marc’s furious gaze. I show him what I offer my wife, something he won’t give her.

We collapse in a mass of writhing, quivering, arms and legs. Regina’s eyes s
tare blindly at the ceiling. She barely moves as her body deals with the endorphins flooding her system. She’d orgasmed the entire time I was inside her.

“Whitt,” Marcus calmly says as he walks into the room and bolts the door. “That was a huge mistake- not only for Regina, but for you. This can be very addictive. You can’t do this again
, and you can’t tell anyone.”

Marcus
sits next to us, the bed dipping as his weight settles. He reaches out and I flinch, expecting a punch to the face. But all he does is move my hair from my forehead in a gentle gesture.

“Y
ou’ve had a bad day, Daniel,” Marc begins. “I understand why you’re acting out, but I won’t allow you to do this again.”

“It’s not your call. In case you’ve forgotten, she’s my wife and this is my home,” I obstinately point out. 

“Yes, you are able to do it again, but it’s for the best that you don’t. I’ve been on the receiving end of this, and I’m addicted to the perpetration as well. This turns into a curse. Normal sex won’t be gratifying.”

“Scared I’ll ruin Regina
for you?” I cockily sneer.

“Yes… yes, I am,” Marc
grudgingly admits. “If you don’t believe me, ask Ezra. This can end badly. If you love Regina, you’ll tell no one, and you’ll never do this again.”

“Why?” Confusion sl
ams into me, my high dissipates in an instant when I see that Regina has passed out. “Is she okay?” I whimper.

Marcus reaches over and tucks a blanket around Regina. “She’ll be fine, but she’ll be shaken up when she comes to. She’ll regret this as mu
ch as she’ll crave it. Treat Regina like an addict. Ezra is an addict. I’m an addict. I don’t want this for you. You’re messed up after all the shit that’s gone down, don’t add to it. If you start this game, you’ll get bored, and you’ll need the real thing. It’s a heady, disgusting feeling- the real thing.”

I zip up my pants with shaking fingers. Tears roll down my cheeks as I try to process my feelings. “I could never rape a person, Marcus.”

“Can’t you?” he looks at my wife. 

“I… I didn’t…” I stammer in denial.

“Didn’t you? Did you ask her to have sex? Did Regina ask you?” Marc’s demeanor is calm, but his eyes hold an immense depth of sadness and pity. “I know you didn’t. The only thing that puts Regina into that space is force. It was obvious to me the instant I opened the door.”

“Oh, God, no,” I cry out, and
then bury my face in my hands and bawl. My body quakes with the severity of my emotions.

“Daniel,” Marcus murmurs, rubbing comforting circles on my back. “You didn’t rape Regina.
It was a game she loves to play. Subconsciously Regina knew what was coming before you had sex with her. Trust me on that. I know rape from both sides of the spectrum, and this wasn’t rape. You have to understand that this type of play requires a delicate balance. I don’t want you suffering when you topple over the edge.”

“I just want something that is my own. I’m a fraud,” I cry. “Niel isn’t my son and Ella isn’t my daughter.
They’re my siblings. They’re Jamie’s children. No matter what the law says or what my heart screams, they aren’t mine. This house isn’t mine. It isn’t even my father’s. It’s a house we rent, and the rent is the blood debt those bastards require as payment. I have no mother, no father- they gave me away. I have no children, no home, and no job. I don’t even have a boyfriend. I sleep alone every night. I… I just wanted Regina as mine,” I sob.

“Daniel, you’re dropping,” Marcus says in a panic.
“I know these strong emotions feel vivid, but they aren’t real. You’re dropping after the endorphin rush.”

“What did I say that wasn’t true?” I gaze up at him, begging him to prove me wrong. “I just wanted Regina. I made her my Queen the moment I met her, but she was
our
Queen, not mine. I married her, but inside her heart, she’s your wife.”

“Come here,” Marcus murmurs, trying to draw me into an embrace.

“How can you hold me?” I mumble in shock. “I just raped Regina in front of you. I’m disgusting.”

Marc
holds me tighter, arms enclosing me in his warmth. Marcus rocks back and forth murmuring reassuring words in my ear.

“I knew… I just knew that they weren’t my
real parents,” I gulp. “I could feel it. In here,” I pound my chest. “My father faked his own death to get away from me. I didn’t want Niel and Ella to feel like I did, so I became their dad. I didn’t give them away; I chose them as my own. Marcus, my mother sold me” I bellow. “Gwen hated me so much that she didn’t even want me to know she was my mother.”

“Daniel,” Marcus cries, squeezing me tighter. “Your
father loves you, even if he’s an idiot. Your grandfather loves you. Your mother was a selfish bitch, and that has nothing to do with you. You’re young yet. You’re still a kid, no matter the amount of responsibility that you shoulder.”

“I just…” I bury my face against his neck and hiccup.

“You just,” Marc gently prompts, rubbing my back and rocking me.

“I just… I just wish
…” I stammer, and then sniffle. “I just wish that Regina was my mom.”

~Chapter Seven~