Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (56 page)

“Why, it’s true. Is it not?” I’ve never
heard Marc sound so arrogant.

“Marcus, no more,” I say sadly. I drag a hand through my hair in frustration and sigh loudly. SHIT!

“It’s what he wants, Regina. He wants to take you in the Whittenhower room and fuck you. But at least Grant let you look him in the eye as you took him into your body.” His voice seethes, but I can hear the hopeless quality to it.

“Don’t make what I want sound nasty. It’s my right!” Pretty Boy’s frustrated voice
echoes throughout the dungeon.

“What of Regina’s rights? Why doesn’t she get any?” Marcus asks the question I’v
e been asking myself for ages.

“No more.
Fine. I wanted to have a haven where people didn’t know my secrets. Fine.” I yank the blindfold off my face and scream to the ceiling.

“Marcus, your jealous shit has to stop! You’re not helping matters. You just outted me. I demanded that I remain anonymous, but three of the four Masters I’ve met called me by my name. And I can guarantee that Dexter already knows it. So fuck it. I’m Regina Regal, the Whittenhowers’ Whore. Happy?” I spit.

I glare Marcus down trying not to allow the tears to track down my face by holding my eyes impossibly wide, but they fall anyway.

“The only thing I was good for was birthing the next generation of Whittenhower heirs,” I say ashamed and humiliated.

I close my eyes and count to ten and then to twenty.

“Whitt, get your ass over here.
Now!” I croak out.

No one else would dare speak to Marcus like that without a vested interest in me. No one else would get under Marcus’ skin enough for him to completely break. No one else would think they had any rights to me.

I keep my eyes closed even after I’m engulfed by a set of arms and pressed against a hard chest. I can smell him. It is his scent that’s my undoing. The damn bursts. I start to sob hysterically. His arms tighten around me as I shake with pent up emotions. His chest is moving erratically and I know he’s crying, too.

I haven’t seen him since I screamed shut up to a room full of my loved ones. Whitt was pacifying Niel by playing
Candy Land
. Seconds later we got the call saying Ezra, Cort, and Aaron were safe. I walked from the room with Grant. When I opened my eyes that evening my life had burnt to the ground.

“I made that portrait so that you’d recognize me,” Whitt whispers softly against my hair. “I wanted to
make sure you knew it was me.”

I laugh and sob at the same time. Five sets of eyes stare at us with a mixture of confusion, shock, awe, and
understanding.

“Whitt,” I choke out. “I’d have recognized you immediately. The voice isn’t anyth
ing I’d have thought, though.”

I finally look at him. His eyes track across my face as mine do the same with his. The moment I met him I knew he’d be breathtaking when fully grown. Grant was… Words cannot describe Grant. It hurts to look at Whitt. He’s nearly identical to the Grant I knew. The only difference is the eyes and the mouth. Both are shaped and colored the same. It’s the set of his lips and the knowledge and confidence pouring from his eyes. He’s just as playful, I’d bet my life on it. His scent is manlier and I can feel the power rolling off of his skin. He has the presence that his namesake holds. They are men that when they walk into a room, the room revolves around them. All eyes seek them out and then look to the floor because they feel unworthy.

I step back when I remember that we aren’t dressed. Shock fills me when I remember that he touched me intimately as a reward before his initiation and how I flirted with him as he carried me to the SUV. I blush bright red in embarrassment and lash out in discomfort.

“What the hell, Whitt? Why would you want to have sex with me?” My voice quivers in confusion.

It makes me angry that our reunion is ruined by this fiasco of an initiation.

“Oh my God!
I’m going to kill that fucking cunt,” I hiss. “Her ass is dead.”
I turn to Marcus and I see understanding dawn in his eyes.

“You’re a grown man, you can fuck whoever,” I say to Whitt. Who am I to judge at this point? “But that bitch has broken every promise she’s ever made to me and Ade. If she touches my son, I will bury her in the backyard where s
he was fucking Roman tonight.”

I scream again. The sound echoes throughout the dungeon. The betrayal, frustration, and pain pour out of my throat and fill the air with my agony. My body tingles and my skin tightens against the sensations engulfing me. All I can s
ee if red- unadulterated fury.

“She’s the one. Say it, Marc
. Say it out loud,” I command.

Everyone looks between me and our Master as if they’re viewing a tennis match volleying back and forth.

He nods and finally speaks, “Yes, she was the one who said you were intimate with Roman.”
I seethe. If she were to materialize in front of me I would tear her to shreds.

“I didn’t sleep with her, Queen. I was just practicing with Kristal. She obviously has had experience. I’m still a virgin,” Whitt shyly whispers to me. 

“You’re what?” I gawk in shock.

“I’m still a virgin.” He says proudly. Men his age would find it humiliating. He seems to wear his
innocence as a badge of honor.

“Why the hell would you want to have sex with me?” I ask in mystification.

“It’s what I want,” he says with no shame.

Whitt takes on an expression I remember he used as a child when he was feeling petulant. I laugh and shake my head because it’s so fucking bizarre.

“Don’t laugh,” he says insulted and scrunches up his clear blue eyes. “My body’s nice. I can please a woman.”

He looks offended. He stands in front of me and I try not to see him. I close my eyes against the vision of a man that looks like Grant, but better. I don’t want to admit that he’s bigger and not just in muscle mass.

I whisper in his ear that I wasn’t laughing at his form. “I’m not your type if I recall. How come you want to play with ladies? Older ladies.”

“The gay population is rather thin,” he whispers back and laughs. “Alright, it’s prominent in this room, but they don’t want to play with me. Women are soft and pretty. I love pleasure, both giving and receiving.”

“Why Kris? Why me?”

“Kristal knows me. She was safe. I’ve played with the other submissives, too. I just didn’t have sex yet. I wanted to do that with you.” He holds my eyes and implores me.
“I’m not going to be your lover,” I deny him.
“I know. I can tell that position is filled.” He glares at Marc. “You’re not fooling anyone, ya know. Ezra’s the only one in denial. We can all tell Master is batshit for you.”

“I’m not having sex with you, Whitt. It’s not going to happen,” I warn.
“We’ll see. You still may disobey the order I created for you. In fact, I know you will,” he says cockily. “It’ll only be this once, I promise.”

“Why is this so important for you?” My vo
ice is muddled with confusion.

“Not here,” he brea
thes. “We’ll talk in private.”

He surprises me with a passionate kiss. My lips freeze underneath his. I remain passive until he proves how much he’s practiced for this moment. I don’t want to respond, but my traitorous body does as it pleases. I don’t want to enjoy it, but my nerves don’t give a shit. It feels incredible. I pull away and he smiles at me. Tears drip down my face as
his dimples indent his cheeks.

“
It’s okay, Queen. You can cry. I knew it would be hard for you to look at me and see him. I miss him so much. Being around you makes me feel closer to him. I hope it’ll be the same for you.”

His thumb catches my tears on his fingertip as his eyes plop drops onto his cheeks.

“Since Regina has been formally introduced to everyone in attendance, I think it’s time she goes through her rites of passage,” Marcus announces. A slight quiver in his voice is evidence of his unease. 

“Oh, do we get pizza and beer now?” I snarkily ask my Master to take the tone from his voice.

I wipe the tears from my cheeks. I know he’s worried that I’d kill him when I figured out who the two Masters were. I feel pity for him. I wouldn’t have wanted to keep these secrets. He’s full of secrets and I know deep down he wishes he didn’t hold that burden.

“Not this time, Regina. Kneel before Dexter and suck his cock.” He arrogantly leers at me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

My eyes never leave my Master’s as I drop to the floor. I don’t feel the pain of the slate shocking the nerves in my knees. I understand why he called this a rite of passage. I know I will end up in that room with Whitt even if I do everything my Master commands of me. Whitt’s going to ruin me or heal me, maybe a combination of the pair.

“Master, are you sure?” Dexter’s voice is uncertain.

I realize that we weren’t fooling anyone. Our Master is very reserved and self-contained. His behavior around me isn’t his norm. They can think we’re having sex, but since they can’t prove it, it must not be true.

Marcus has to do this for two reasons: he has to prove he’s only my Master, not my lover. And he has to distance himself from what I will undoubtedly do with Whitt. A blowjob with Dexter is just about gratification. Sex with Ezra would be uncomfortable for both of us. Sex with Cort would be like going to an amusement park. It’s fun until it becomes too much and you get sick from the rollercoaster ride of thrills. Whitt: I can’t even imagine what emotional torture sex would bring to the surface. It wouldn’t be about fun or lust. It would be about love and pain, and shame and guilt.

We share a look, my Master and I, a look I’ve never been able to accomplish- silent communion. It’s that look Grant and Ade shared. The look Grant and Whitt shared. It’s the ability to communicate without speaking. My Master and I finally click, we’re irrevocably connected.

I will gladly do this for him even though it will be uncomfortable for both of us. It is for our future. I know that we must distance ourselves from each other because I’m affecting him in disastrous ways. It’s going to kill me and I’m going to miss him fiercely.

In this moment, I realize that even though I’ve tried to ignore it, I’m in love with the bastard. He smiles at me, his bronze skin turning pink. His eyes brighten and glisten. He knows- he knows I’m in love with him… And he’s in love with me, too. 

“I have to have a taste of the legendary Dexter. I wouldn’t miss this opportunity. I may prefer a pretty, pink cunny to a nasty cock, but I hear you’re hung like a stallion.” I easily slip into lesbian mode- a mode I won’t relinquish. Tonight is a onetime deal. From now on, I’m a one woman kind of gal. In other words, once I say goodbye to my Lover, I’m celibate. I’m going out with a bang.

Marcus’ eyes fill with relief. I give a nod in his direction letting him know that I understand all of his machinations and if I don’t understand, I will follow him on blind faith.

“Have you sucked much cock, Queen?” Dexter sounds serious, but his eyes are dancing. He’s also pointing that middle leg at me. I blink and swallow hard. Jesus.
“Um,” I swallow again and moisten my lips.

His cock jerks as his eyes latch onto my tongue swabbing my bottom lips.

“I’ve only sucked two cocks.” I don’t know why I said that. I shake my head. It was three, not two. I didn’t forget Jamie. I don’t know why I said it. I feel disoriented. It pleases Marcus for some reason, his smile is brilliant.

“Well, I think it’s time we add another to that short list,” he sounds shocked.

He glances over his shoulder at Marcus in mystification. The look screams,
how can you allow this?
He’s confused. I can see the change in his face. He thought there was something between our Master and me, now he isn’t so sure.

I don’t think. I suck him into my mouth as far as I can to distract his musings. He was thinking too much.

I only manage a quarter of his length and his girth nearly chokes me. I hope to God he isn’t into skullfuckage like his cousin- he’d suffocate me. I lose any decorum I possess. Drool pours from my mouth, sliding in a trail down his huge cock. My hand uses my saliva to smooth the path of my stroking.

I’m a big girl, not fat, but large like a man. I’m tall, big boned, and have large features. My mouth and hands are proportionate. With that being said, my mouth barely contains him and my fingers don’t meet around his girth. Did his mom eat growth hormones when he was in the womb?

Sounds erupt from my mouth as I work- this is a blowjob- a job. It’s difficult and taxing. I can barely breathe. I’ve given one blowjob and a small taste of one in the past decade. Even if I sucked cock on my knees every day for a decade, I’d never have enough practice for Dexter.
He pulses in my mouth as I suck on his head, as one hand wraps around the base and strokes, and the other massages his balls. I’m so thankful that he isn’t a marathon man.

I’m grunting and groaning like an injured animal for my efforts. Dexter isn’t as loud, but he’s softly moaning with every suck. He wants to grab the back of my head. I can tell when his fists clench and release with every moan. I smile against him and chuckle. I feel powerful. I’m the one who’s making him insane. I’ll be the one who makes him release.