Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (118 page)

I shuffle back to the door in a crab-walk. I slam into the door and collapse. I shouldn’t be here to witness this; it’s the most private act you can engage in. It’s not fucking- it means the entire world to Ezra.

I stare wide-eyed at Marcus as he glides nakedly over to me. I swallow as my eyes transfix on his sex that swings like a threatening pendulum.

His hand breaks into my gaze and I follow the arm with my eyes until I meet his face. He smiles down at me reassuringly and I grip his hand. He hauls me to my feet and catches all of my weight.

Like a magnetic pull, my eyes seek out Ezra and Cortez. They embrace in the same way that Marcus and Cortez had moments ago. Cort is sprawled on his back with his legs wrapped around his partner’s waist. Their mouths are fused in a gentle kiss of deep connection. Tiny whimpers and sounds of agony sing from Cort’s throat, and Ezra happily devours them.

“Push against me as I press in,” Ezra says steadily, and my eyes pop.

I look a
HOLY SHIT, is this really happening
at Marcus, and he flashes me a shit-eating grin.

“Are you okay? Are you sure you want to do this?” Ezra murmurs against Cortez lips in the most heartbreaking tone I’ve ever heard. I shudder and my knees give out. Marcus picks me up an
d holds me close to his chest.

“I love you, Ezra,” he breathes as an answer.

Ezra rears back, and my eyes bug-out. The return of his hips makes my eyes snap closed, and my body trembles with emotions that have no outlet. I whimper when Cortez makes a wounded animal sound and Ezra growls in response.

“Mine,” groaned in a possessive growl is the last thing I hear as Marcus walks into the hallway and shuts the door. 

Chapter Fifty-One

A shaky breath rattles up my throat and I squeal in shock.

“Ugh!” I grunt as Marcus pins me to the door we just exited.

He holds me against the door with a hand at my throat. Marc’s fingers bracelet the column of my neck and his fingertips bite into my flesh. My arms and legs dangle because my mind is in shock over what he’s doing to my body. My jeans are torn from my body in a violent yank.

“You’re not allowed to say no, remember?” He cautions me and I try to speak, but find myself as mute as Jamie. I try to nod yes instead, but his chokehold inhibits me.

“You were going to fuck Ezra,
” not a question, a statement.

“Yes,” I breathe anyway. The vibrations of my throat quiver against his palm.

“Good girl,” he grunts, and violently thrusts to the hilt.

My body screams as it tries to accommodate his size. No matter how turned on or wet I am, it’s an effort to stretch enough to make this comfortable. If he’s in a mood I’m guaranteed to be bled.

“Fuck him whenever you want. You’ve helped him more than anyone ever has. Thank you,” he murmurs gently.

His hand unlatches from my throat and rubs the tenderness away. I’m impaled to the door by just his cock. There is a sick and twisted symmetry of us fucking on the door while Ezra takes Cortez on the other side. It’s reminiscent of years ago as Ezra forcefully took what he wanted from me as Marcus sat against this very door.

My arms and legs regain enough strength to latch around Marcus. The violence bled out of him and he slowly thrusts with great patience and care. He stills until my passage stretches and relaxes to allow his width. The initial thrust and the chokehold was pure possession. He needed to collar me in his hand to prove that I belonged to him, and him alone.

This is why I don’t believe in a dominant and a submissive as equal partners- it’s
an impossibility. I can read Marcus as he can read me. I know why he does what he does without words or misunderstandings, because I behave in the same manner. There is too much room for abuse of power and control if you fall for your submissive. Fuck them, respect them- hell, you can even love them- but they will never be your equal. Dexter learned this the hard way…

The stronger the dominant, the stronger the need to find an equal.
You live your life taking care of everyone else. You need someone who can hold you up on the off chance that you should fall.
Marcus is this for me, and I am this for Marcus- and we hold everyone else up. We aren’t the top of the pyramid. Our pyramid is inverted, and we’re at the bottom shouldering the weight of the world on our shoulders. We’re
Atlas
for our people.

Queen unleashes her inner-animal. Instinct floods my veins, and demands that I behave in a primal fashion. I claw, bite, and growl at Marcus as he mates me against the door with euphoric violence.

We fuck out in the open at the end of the hallway in direct line of the dungeon. I feel multiple gazes on me as I rabidly return every thrust with equal force. My nails flex into the flesh of his back, and when the skin ruptures beneath their points, I drag them in a long line as Marcus quivers in pain. I mark what’s mine.

My heels dig into his hips and I use the leverage to ride the front of his body. My back stings as the skin is rubbed raw against the steel door. It’s not enough. It will never be enough. My hands press into the door casing and my feet leave his hips and try to find purchase there as well. I slide down and press out with all of my strength. My toes and fingers grip the wood. I’ve restrained myself in a perfect X in the doorway. Marc’s hands cover mine to help me main
tain this incredible position.

He’s deeper than he’s ever been before. I keen with every thrust in pain and ecstasy. My head flops bac
k and pounds against the door.

“You’re never running from me again,” Marc seethes with great vigor. Cortez’s acquiescence renewed Marcus’ need for me to submit to his partnership.

“I’ll run to you,” I agree breathlessly.

Marcus mates me like an animal- raw, rough, and on instinct. My head pounds the door and I’m surprised the guys haven’t answered my knock.

“No Cortez for you,” Marc growl is filled with warning.

“What the fuck?” I mean for it to sound annoyed, but it’s breathy.

“I wouldn’t touch Whitt,” he whispers menacingly into my ear. “Don’t ever touch Cort,” he bites out with insane proprietary.

“Right you are,” I agree and shake my head yes. “Deal,” I swallow in fear since Marc gave me that face. The expression that screams you touch it, you lose an arm, and then your head.

“Ugh!” I’d stomp if I wasn’t hanging from his cock. “You’re fine with me and Ezra because you don’t want us to throw a fit about you and Cort! Cocksucking, son-in-law’s asshole fucker,” I hiss in fury.

Marcus barks a laugh that rumbles from his chest and it radiates down my spine. His throaty laugh fills the hallway with exultation. 

“Not yet, but I will,” he promises. “You’re just jealous,” he teases.

“Yeah, I want a fucking cock,” I shout in frustration and freeze when I hear dozens of laughs, chuckles, giggles, and snickers. “Shit,” I curse under my breath.

“Oh, she’s got one inside her right now,” he looks over his sh
oulder and yells down the hall.

“What she meant… is that she wishes she was a man and could fuck us all,” he chuckles.

“Get a strap-on,” my husband snickers and I die of mortification.

“She has one,” Marcus teases with an edge and I know I won’t like what comes out of his mouth next. “Ask Ezra about it,” he laughs without humor- it’s filled with possession and frustration.

“Fuck me and get this over with… Whatever the fuck this is,” I say in annoyance. I don’t like being the brunt of the joke.

“This, my lover, is our declaration of ownership. She’s mine,” he screams to everyone with eardrums. “And I’m hers, dammit! And don’t you fucking forget it!”

“Every member is accounted for and watching us right this minute, or can hear us, with the exception of our minors.”

“Thank God f
or that,” I whimper in relief.

“Do your worst,” he murm
urs and pulls us to the floor.

Marcus leans against the door and communicates with his eyes- fuck him, ride him, own him. I’m humbled that he gives himself over to me. I’d promised that I’d never dominate him, and that is how he’s always s
een it when a woman is on top.

I lean down and gently kiss his cheek, and then I trail kisses along his jaw, enjoying the intoxicating scent of his skin- a scent I will never forget. My lips seek his out as his seek mine. We tenderly kiss as I start to move in a rolling wave. I passionately make love to him. I use my body to show him that he doesn’t have to fuck me to prove that he’s mine. I already know it, and by the death thoughts I have about Katya and Olivia, he better remember who he belongs to. The next girl gets cut.

The world around me narrows down to the heartbeat and breathing pattern of Marcus. I focus on what amps his needs without crossing the line of bringing out his fears. I bury my face into the side of his neck and just breathe in his scent. I draw it deep in my lungs and allow it to infuse my being.

“Regina,” he sh
outs and pours deep inside me.

He quivers and groans uncontrollably while I ride his body to prolong his release. When his body falls lax against the door I lean forward and kiss him gently. I stop moving and hold him to my
body. He gives me a look I can’t interpret and narrows his eyes. I don’t like the anger and frustration that flashes in the depths of his whiskey colored eyes.

“What?” I mouth and he winces.

His amber fire stare pins me and I can’t move or think. I watch him in confusion as he looks back at me in anger. I have no clue what I did, and I hate it when someone is mad at me for no reason. His lips flatten in an angry line and his teeth gnash together in frustration. His eyes furiously glow. I can feel disgust radiate off of his body and it taints the air.

I shuffle off of him and grab my t-shirt. I yank it on to hide the fact that tears stain my cheeks. I don’t know what I did, and it hurts to see him direct those emotions at me. I don’t want to disappoint him and I thought he was having a good time. I guess I was wrong- again.

“I… I…” I walk away having absolutely nothing to say to him.

I rub the back of my neck with my palm and head towards the end of the hall with all of the spectators. Whitt gives me a funny look and I shrug it off. There is no such thing as rest for the wicked. I pull Kat towards me and down the hall a bit to offer some semblance of privacy.

“Katya,” I whisper to the small redhead.

As usual, the bitterness and jealousy flashes through me like a backdraft. She is everything I’m not- petite, thin, and one look into her eyes and you’re caught in her spell. I guarantee Marcus would never level that furious stare at her.

When I first started speaking to her on the internet I felt an instant connection. She sees us as friends, but it’s beyond difficult for me. I still see her in Marcus’ embrace, and even though I try not to resent her, I do. What ultimately ruined our budding friendship was Ade- seeing a dead Adelaide covered in blood, and beaten beyond recognition will do that to a friendship. Ade comes first. 

“Hey, Queen,” she says bashfully and blushes. Yeah, watching someone fuck like a wild animal will do that to a person.

“I need you to go into your room for me, please,” I look over my shoulder in the direction of the Zeitler private room. My eyes rove past Marcus’ furious gaze. I shudder from just a glimpse.

“Okay…” She drawls out unsurely. “What’s up?” Her green cat-ey
es narrow at me in accusation.

Ah- she holds some resentment towards me to
o, or so it seems. Wonder why…

“What’s your issue with me,” I hiss a
t her.

“Why di
dn’t you tell me?” She growls.

Tell her what? It could be a shit-ton of things. I am the keeper of deviant secrets. My facial expression must be a dead giveaway because she looks away from me with
a disgusted scowl on her face.

“Ezra… That he did that to you,” her voice breaks. “You didn’t tell me about Marcus either,” her scowl looks more like a pout. I bite my lip to keep from smiling. She’s disgustingly cute.

“It wasn’t for me to say. He told you, and that’s what he needed to do. It wasn’t about me, Katya. What Ezra and I did was never about me.” I stare her down and challenger her to disagree with me.

Challenge accepted screams from her angry eyes. Should ha
ve known, she never backs down.

“
Queen, that is utter bullshit! What about Marc?”

“What about him?
” I shrug. “It’s complicated.”

“You… you’re his partner,” her voice breaks and a tear slides down her face. “I never would have done that. Ezra told me later that you weren’t prepared for what happened,” she whispers.

“He hadn’t spoken to me in nearly two years. I had no say in anything he did. I won’t lie; it didn’t make it hurt any less. It wasn’t your fault;  you didn’t even know who he was the first time.”

“I did the second time. I wouldn’t have. I wasn’t sure I wanted to at the time, but now I wish I hadn’t. I’m sure he wishes he h
adn’t too,” she murmurs sadly.