Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (70 page)

“These beautiful ladies would like to service you,” I say in a tone tinged with amusement. 
He responds by unzipping his trousers and dropping them to his ankles. He looks at me in challenge. I can tell he’s shocked that I’m doing this. He wants it, and I can tell by the way his cock is pounding his belly as it pulses. He’s so hard that it’s upright, pointing at the ceiling.

Dalton’s eyes bug-out and he bites his full bottom lip. When he releases it, I notice that it’s ruby-red. It takes a moment for me to realize he covers his lips with foundation. The ruby-kissed shade is his natural color. Marcus said it was a pity that he was in disguise, and that he was a devastatingly exotic creature. I remember he said that someday he would make a man very happy. I laugh with joy and Whitt scrunches his eyes at me.

Heidi palms my husband’s cock and tries to bring it to her lips but it’s too hard and won’t bend. I watch in amusement as two women negotiate on the best way to do this.

They settle with Monica bent at the waist over his dick and Heidi crouched
between his legs on his sack.

I watch in sick fascination as his length disappears down Monica’s throat. She’s a pro-cocksucker. Judging by the grunt emanating from Whitt’s chest, she was previously acquainted with his cock. His hand palms the back of Heidi’s head and pushes her tight against him. The angle suggests she’s at his taint.

A loud moan draws everyone’s attention. Our heads whip to the side in unison. Aaron’s climaxing into Kayla’s mouth, but that isn’t the shocker- Cortez is slamming into her from behind like a madman.

Master Ez presses his palm over the bulge in his pants and openly stares at me. He’s buried Ezra deep and is piloting the bus.
He fucking winks at me and laughs when I gape open-mouthed at their display.

I turn away quickly realizing I was the only one who was captivated for more than a glance. The atmosphere in the dungeon has changed; no one is in control anymore. Fate and Seth are finished. They lean against the wall with sated expressions and quietly chat with Syn. I assume Syn couldn’t take anymore of Dexter’s sadism.

Dexter’s kneeling in the center of Kristal’s cum puddle tormenting her with the vibrator. His hand moves rapidly as he draws more fluid from her depths. I gasp in shock as what I see finally sharpens into focus. His cock is long enough that as he kneels he’s able to rub the head around the cum puddle. He’s jacking off while swirling around in Kristal’s release. I can hear her pleading with him and his laughter egging her on. I feel bad and I can’t watch, but she earned this. If I stop it, she’ll revert back to her destructive ways.

The ladies are servicing my husband and themselves. Their tiny hands move quickly under the clothing covering their pussies. Whitt stares at Dalton as Dalton stares at the mouth on Whitt’s cock.

I stand behind Whitt and whisper evilly into his ear. “He sure is pretty, isn’t he?”

He grunts in answer.

“I know what he really looks like,” I tease.

Whitt firmly leans into me and makes that frustrated sound deep in his throat.

“I bet you’d like me to tell you,” I purr in his ear.

“Please,” he breathes.

“As you watch his face, he watches your cock. It’s not Monica’s lips he’s dreaming of. It’s his lips on your rosy cock.” I slowly enunciate each word to draw out his torments.

Whitt groans pitifully and his eyes follow the line of Dalton’s gaze. He groans again and looks at the man’s face. Dalton looks at him for a second in confusion and returns to watching the action. As soon as his eyes move, Whitt’s gaze latches onto the humongous bulge tenting those hideously baggy pants Dalton wears.

“Jesus, how big do you think that is?” I muse into his ear. “I wish he’d take it out. I’m wicked curious.”

Whitt turns his face to mine and quickly licks my lips. He snickers
and looks back over to Dalton.

“I have a secret,” I taunt Whitt. “Dalton isn’t quite a year older than you,” I huskily purr. 

I kiss the shell of his ear and he stiffens. I can tell he’s close to coming. I also know that he and I will be great partners in crime. I feel no jealousy as two women suck him off. I feel no jealousy as he watches the man next to us and is envisioning those ruby-kissed lips swallowing him whole. The pulse in my core tells me that not only do I like it, I love it. I love being in control of a dungeon full of deviants. And we hold everyone’s attention. Two girls bob between Whitt’s legs while I tauntingly whisper into his ear; we’re putting on quite the show.

“I have a secret,” I taunt him again.

I can tell he’s holding on by a thread. He won’t cum until I tell him.

I press my lips tightly to his ear and breathe, “Dalton’s gay.”

He explodes. Monica chokes on his release. I hold him up as he spasms and garbles nonsensical words. 

I watch Dalton instead of my husband and the submissives servicing him. I want to know if I should maneuver the two of them together. I would be a great gift if I found him a lover in every sense of the word. Dalton whimpers and his pale skin flushes red. A wet spot on the front of his jeans spreads. I yank him behind me so that he can have his privacy. Everyone is so absorbed by Whitt, Monica, and Heidi to notice. Dalton has respected me since we met, and I him. I will continue to do so.

I hold Whitt up until he can regain his composure. I kiss his cheek and whisper
I love you
into his ear. I turn behind me and quickly yank Dalton’s shirt out of his pants. He starts to protest by flicking my hands away, but he quickly catches on. He covers himself and walks to the side with a stiff nod of thanks.

I stride to the exhausted Kristal. She’s slumped in her chair panting. Dexter’s no longer terrorizing her. He’s softly talking to her about accounting. Huh- who knew Dexter, the sadist, is an accountant. But then again, Kristal, the sex fiend, is one as well.

I pull the plug out of her body. The vibrator has died. Dexter was nice enough to stop when it did. The butterfly is also dead. I don’t bother being careful with the elastic bands. I rip them from her body. I will buy the Zeitler room another butterfly. I toss it away for someone else to clean up. One nipple clamp is dead. I remove it. The other is slightly buzzing. I could go easy on her, but I don’t. I leave it on.

“Seth, Monica, Kayla, and Heidi come here,” I command.

They stand around me with different versions of the same expression- worry. The girls I played with are exhausted. Seth worries his lip and Kayla steps from foot-to-foot.

“You will clean the dungeon before you go home. These toys get thrown away. The chairs are disinfected and placed back into the meeting room. The floor needs scrubbed. If you work together it won’t take longer than fifteen minutes. Hop to it!” I snap.

They groan but do as they’re told.

I pick Kristal up as if she were a child and cradle her to my chest. I walk to my room with Fate following faithfully
behind.

I need to get some furnishings in place, but I’m thankful for the bathroom. I strip off my dress and then Kris’ corset. The nipple clamp has finally died, so I toss it in the trash.

I pull us into a warm shower. I hold Kris while she cries and repeatedly tells me
thank you, Master.

I gaze out the shower enclosure at Fate. She sits, with endless patience, on the tile floor. I make Whitt’s noise of frustration and look at the ceiling. How the fuck did I end up with two female submissives? Sometimes I really believe I’m a gay man trapped inside an Amazon-sized woman’s body. Cl
early this is proof.

They both need a keeper… And now I’m their Master. 
 

Chapter Eight

“Hey!” I smile giddily as I walk to my closet. “Have you been here long?” I breathe a sigh of relief, but deep down I knew he’d be here waiting.

“A couple hours,” he says bashfully.

His tone makes me look at him. Marcus is resting on my bed in a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. His ankles are crossed and he’s typing on his cell. He’s made himself at home and I like it.

“Bored?” I tip my head
in the direction of his cell.

“No,” he grins b
roadly. “I’m pestering Jamie.”

“Is Jamie bored?” He keeps looking me over as I undress and pull on a pair of shorts and tank.

“He’s working,” his eyes shine in mischief. “Or he’s trying to work, but I’m having fun bugging him.”

“Talking about me, are ya?” I tease.

“Always,” he says seriously and changes his tone to playful. “I just started texting him. Mini-Grant loves attention and she just went to bed.”

“What?” I say in shock. “She was asleep when
I left.”

“Kids have radar for when the babysitter is still awake. I learned that quickly when I had four kids roaming around ShadowHaven. I was their plaything.” He laughs at some memory I’ll never experience.

“I came here after I left Restraint. I knew Jamie was trying to work and I left him alone. Everyone was at Restraint except for Roman. Poor Roman,” he laughs and shakes his head.

“What?” I notice he’s in an exceptional mood. I sit on the bed cross-leg
ged facing him so we can talk.

“I walked in expecting Roman to be napping or reading, instead I find him on the couch with curlers in his hair and eye-shadow being applied liberally. Ella needs to learn some man stuff. There’s too much estrogen
in this house,” he snickers. 

“So what’d you do?”

“I had my nails painted.” The twinkle in his eye tells me he loves kids. He wiggles his fingers and they’re shiny- clear, thank God. But when he wiggles his toes I bust a gut- a rainbow of ten colors.

“At least she’s painting inside the nails now. It could have been worse.”

He pushes a book towards me with his foot- #17.

“Did you bring this?” I arch an eyebrow.

“Nope, it was here when I sat down.” He says innocently and clasps his hands over his chest.
“Sure it was,” I say sarcastically. “You’re a poor liar. Either that or Roman brought it.”
“Why do you say that?” He asks suspiciously.

I don’t answer. His demeanor speaks louder than words. I’d been mulling something over and now I’m positive. It doesn’t change anything for any of us. I’ll wait until he’s ready. I just hope to God I’m right. If I found out I was wrong, it would be like a second death and I’m sick of mourning.

I lovingly hug the heavy book to my chest. I run my fingers over the embossed number. The grain of the Cordovan leather skips beneath my fingertips.

“Do you read them?” He asks softly and his eyes express the secret that his
lips won’t allow him to speak.

I nod yes as I open the book to its second page. I smile huge and bite my lip. I shut the book, lean to the side, and tuck it under
my mattress.

“What?” Marc
asks of my peculiar behavior.

“Nothing,” I giddily laugh out and cover my mouth with the back of my hand. “I read them because it never fails to bring a memory I have back to life. I read a few pages a night while I touch myself
. It never takes long.”

“What’s the memory?” His eager eyes eat my expression as he patiently waits for me to tell him my secrets.

“A long time ago Grant and I were in bed. He was upset that he wasn’t enough for me. He was suggesting things that didn’t feel right to me at the time. I had a vivid vision and every time I read these books it springs back to life. I don’t daydream of people I’ve lost or people I want. I’m not Whitt, I can’t wish for things and have them come to fruition. But this never fades,” I trail off. 

“Stop teasing me,” he
whines when I don’t continue.

I take a deep breath as my fingers work a loose string on the cuff of my shorts. “I’m being ravished by a headstrong Master while his submissive watches from the shadows. I completely submit. When it first happened I felt apathetic and now I feel at peace. I’m not delusional. I know exactly who this cast of characters is. When I was apathetic, it was blurry. Now that I’m at peace, I see clearly.”

I roll my eyes up to his and he looks frightened. I give him a reassuring smile and change the subject. I have secrets, he has secrets, and soon there will be none between us.

“You know Whitt is gay, right?” He laughs at m
y abrupt conversational shift.

“I’ve known him since he was born, Regina- obviously I know he’s gay. I had to keep Cort away from him during training because he made the kid nuts.”

“And Dalton’s gay…”

“You’re matchmaking for your husband and you’ve only been married for sixteen hours?” He says in astonishment. “You have no proprietary feelings?”

“Not a one. I picked two women to suck him off while I taunted him. I watched him lust after Dalton, and Dalton creamed his pants when Whitt came. I think it could work if we played it slowly. I know Dalton’s on some fucked-up mission of douchbaggery.”