Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (48 page)

We take turns sucking each other’s tongues mimicking a blowjob. I press into her perfect breasts, luxuriating in Roman’s hands between us.

Our mounds are fused together and she keeps tilting her hips to grind her clit on me. I rock with her as if we’re both fucking Roman. He’s inside Kristal, but only halfway. His sack, the base of his cock, and about three inches of his length rests against my soaked panties. My tender, tortured flesh screams in agony. I’ll never come from this after the beating I took earlier, but knowing that Roman’s on the other side of that silk barrier is almost enough to bring forth a release courtesy of my mind. Usually it’s not the physical, but the mental arousal that gets me off.

“Queen,” is rasped against my throat as Kristal reaches her peak.

She bites me hard to muffle her scream, no doubt adding a small, delicate mark with all the other ones that are brandished on my neck. I pick her up and place her on the couch. It creeps me out that I’m a woman and I can so easily move my friends around with little effort.

Roman’s cock pulses on his belly, jumping towards me in greeting. His hands find my hips and he tries to pull me up and over him.

“Nah-uh, Roman. Take off your condoms and stroke yourself for me. I want to watch you cum,” I purr seductively. 

“What about you?” He pops a perfect black brow above those mesme
rizing turquoise eyes.

“Are you questioning me?” I ask in a cold voice. “This isn’t about me,” Queen’s
voice erupts from my throat. 

“No, Queen,” he says in acquiesce.

Roman’s a switch and he submits better than the submissive Kristal. I haven’t seen him find anything he deems worthy enough to fight for yet. I remember the hard-assed Roman. He isn’t the one that wants to play with Queen, though.

I watch his long, gorgeous fingers glide up the length of his cock. I haven’t watched anyone but Grant
masturbate. Roman does it differently. He only uses his fingertips to pull his foreskin back and forth over the head of his penis. Grant wasn’t circumcised either. Marcus is and he won’t let me touch him to experience the differences. Sex is immediate with him- no foreplay of any kind. I hadn’t realized how disappointed I’ve been about that until now. 

It doesn’t take him long before he’s panting in need of release. His cock-slit is dripping onto his belly. I yearn to lick his abs clean. My body is a wick for the lust that flames inside of me. I whimper every time his fingers slide up-and-down.

He holds my eyes and the electric spark flares between us as strong as ever- maybe stronger than ever. He shows me that he’s submitting because he wants to. I see the fire in his eyes- the dominance trying to fight his need to submit to me.

He abruptly grabs my hips and yanks me to him. Before I can protest he’s growling out his climax. My slit rests on the length of his cock, only his cockhead is peeking out. He shoots squirt after squirt of semen up his chest and neck. The first one lands with a splat to his chin. He throbs and pulses beneath me so strongly that I wish he was inside me so that I could experience it from the inside out. My eyes flutter shut in desire to know the sensation of that powerful orgasm firing hot inside of me.

His head is tossed back, but his eyes don’t leave mine. He groans and gulps air, but he isn’t loud. His neck cords with stress as he tries to be quiet so the rest of the house doesn’t hear his cries of pleasure.

“Clean it up, Roman.” I salaciously command as soon as he quiets.

He doesn’t ask what I mean. His fingers quickly scoop up the milky fluid covering his chest, abs, and chin. His fingers disappear into his mouth covered in cum and reemerge spotless. He repeats this process until he’s sparkling clean.

“Good boy,” I praise him and he beams back at me with sparkling eyes.

Damn, I hope he takes Marcus’ offer on the training. He’d be an amazing submissive. I know Marc would train him as a dominant.  But as a switch, he’ll need a Master to feel fulfilled. I ache to fill that need for him.

I have to get him away from me before I kiss him and it moves towards things that are prohibited. I don’t want to disappoint my Master or betray his trust. Roman is too big of a temptation. He makes me want to be very, very naughty.

“Go to the Guesthouse to rest. I need to speak to Kris for a moment. She’ll be right out. I really enjoyed this, Roman.”

“
Me, too, Queen.” He kisses me on the cheek and that electric zap returns with a vengeance. He smiles at me and says, “Regina.” He noticed that Queen’s left the building. But she really isn’t gone. She’s lurking beneath the surface. As soon as he leaves she’ll be back for Kristal.

I wait patiently as he gets dressed and my gaze follows him across the lawn. I wait until
he disappears behind the door.

“Regina, I don’t want to listen to th
is shit.” Kris says defiantly.

“Wrong bitch, Kris,” I growl. “You will listen to this right this instant.”

I glare her down until she drops to the floor. I don’t yell. My voice is low and seething with menace. I do my Master proud.

“Queen
, I’m so sorry,” she grovels. 

“Never again, Kristal.
I fucking mean it,” I spit. “This is my home that I share with my daughter. He was my friend. I don’t know what other jealous plans you have in play, but they stop this instant. If you do anything else, one more thing, no matter how big or small, you’re out of my life,” I promise. 

I wait for it to sink in. She starts to weep and beg. I don’t have the time for her groveling. She knew better when she did it. It was a direct challenge to me. It was to feed her addiction.

I’m not finished and I need her to pay attention. I grip her chin as my Master does to me when he needs my undivided attention.

“I don’t care that you’re a sex addict as long as it doesn’t affect me or mine. I don’t care that you’re a pathological liar unless it’s directed at me. But this stunt crossed several lines. If you sneeze wrong you’re out of a house, job, and a friendship. You won’t lose my love, but you’ll lose all of my respect. I won’t stop the girls from seeing you, but I cannot allow you to taint my home, business, and family with your bullshit. What if Ella came out for a drink? We sit on this couch! My daughter will not be a part of this bullshit. She is a child! I expect a new couch in this spot by tomorrow afternoon. I want this one gone- tonight! I didn’t play with you to reward you, Kristal. I played with you so that you will see what you’ll be missing out on. Never again will I
touch you in this manner. I played with you both so that Roman could understand his needs and see the real you for who you are. I don’t want you to break up because I love you both. I want respect and honor to be between you. It’s like watching a train wreck. I see the train up the tracks careening towards Roman, but he’s too blinded by lust and infatuation to get the fuck off the tracks in time. He’s a big boy, so I’ll wait for the aftermath. Good fucking luck, Chica!”

I rush from the room before I start screaming and physically hurting her for punishment. The loss of me is her punishment. If she does anything else I will not hesitate to exterminate her from my life. It will hurt me, but my child comes first. 

It takes everything in me not to go back out there when the sister-code hits my mind like a tsunami. My list had four men: Grant, Roman, Whitt, and Niel. I just found out that she tried for Grant. When? She was fifteen when I entered Whittenhower Estates. My intuition screams that she tried after I moved in. She’s now fucking Roman. If she touches either of the boys I will thrust her from my life faster than light-speed. 

Ezra! Ezra was the only other person on the lists. Fate doesn’t have a list because she wants us to experience everything she enjoys. Kristal’s list would be almost seven-hundred if you counted her conquests. Her list is empty, too. Ade’s obsession was always Ezra. Since she was a girl, he was hers. Kristal has no honor. Tonight alone she fucked Roman and had oral sex with Ezra. Yes, they have a mind of their own. That isn’t the point. She should say no. Never would I allow Ezra to touch me sexually, even if I wanted him to.

Chapter Seventeen

After my shower I took a long soak in my tub. The shower was to clean a night full of sex from my body. The bath is to warm the cold that has seeped into my soul. I can’t even think of her without wanting to spit nails.

The whistle of my text message alert pings from the edge of the tub.

Jamie:
Regina… I’m sorry. Will you still converse with me?

-
Hi, Jamie. Glad to hear from you.

Jamie:
How are you?

-
Why?

Jamie:
Marc.

-
Oh, are you spying again?

Jamie:
No, he said he was afraid he’d hurt you and then he left to do a wellness check.

Even though you can never tell the tone a text is written in, I laughed at that. I don’t know if he’s being serious or sarcastic. I envision Cort’s neck fisted in Ezra’s hand while they… yeah, not going that route.

-
I fucked up some tonight. He’ll probably kill Roman.

Jamie:
You didn’t sleep with him. PLEASE tell me you didn’t!

-
No! I found him banging away at Kristal on my sofa when I walked in the door. Queen wanted to play, so I let her. I was wicked pissed. Not that he was with her, but where and how. And that it was in challenge of me. He didn’t know, but it was definitely orchestrated by Kris.

Jamie:
What did you do?

-
I played them as my personal puppets. I waited for Kristal to get off and then made Roman masturbate in front of us. He did touch me. No sex of any kind.

Jamie:
Where did he touch you?

-
My breasts through my bra and him against me, but I still had panties on.

Jamie:
Okay…

-
Are you angry?

Jamie:
What does it matter if I am?

-
It matters. Do you think Marcus will be angry?

Jamie:
No, he’s testing you with this. So far you’ve passed. Don’t let it go any farther or you will wish it hadn’t.

-
It won’t. I won’t touch Kris again. In fact if she does anything I don’t like, she’s out of my life. I’ve had enough. If I’m Master enough to enter Restraint, then I should be Master of my own home and allowing her to do as she has is disrespectful.

Jamie:
I agree. I’m proud and Master will be, too. Regina, he’s close to cutting her off, too. She has been doing things he finds inappropriate. When she told the PB who you were, I wanted to kill her. It created so many issues and we can’t stop them. There is too much riding on this. Our worlds will collapse and a loose cannon is a liability.

-
What are you saying?

Jamie:
He said he told you about what we’re doing, albeit, vaguely. She’s already jeopardized our plans. We’ve been doing it for almost 9 years. Imagine 4 billionaires playing Risk. Now imagine that it’s really happening and you’re at ground zero. Regina, it’s not imaginary.

-Why?

Jamie:
Kristal’s behavior is the perfect example. She’ll do anything she can to obtain anything she wants and anyone in her way is just an obstacle she’ll remove with any means necessary. Two sociopathic billionaires are engaging in revenge as allies. I know you understand the loneliness, but if you were born to this life then nothing is extreme enough to make you feel alive. You can buy anything, do anything, and go anywhere. Marcus channeled this by owning people. Marcus isn’t one of the sociopaths. He can be unstable at times, but you’ve experienced that as well. We’re trying to fix this.

-
Why can’t I know what’s going on.

Jamie:
Kristal is, yet again, the perfect example. She knew not to tell PB and why and yet she did it anyway. You will know when it’s your time to enter the game.

-
Are you playing the game or are you waiting on the bench?

Jamie:
I’ve been playing forever…

-
Shit! Why are you telling me?

Jamie:
I’ve told you nothing that Marc wouldn’t allow. He isn’t the best at explaining. When he’s with you, his mind turns to shit.

-
You’d be laughing if you could, wouldn’t you?

Jamie:
Yes. And I can laugh. It just sounds dreadful. I don’t want you to hear it.

-
I like the way you sound. It’s not like everyone else. It’s like Jamie. It’s essentially you.

Jamie:
Are you trying to charm me, Regina? Because if you are, it’s working.

-
What’s this I hear about you playing whack-a-cock?