Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (99 page)

“Ou
ch,” I rub my ass and whimper.

“Serves you right for making fun of me,” Roman whines. “You’re a lousy teacher. You don’t teach.”

“How are you supposed to learn if I do it for you,” I rub Aaron’s cute little ears and coo.

“Watc
h and learn… again,” I stress.

I slide the leather harness over Aaron’s shaved head and adjust the eye and ear pads to leave him blind and deaf. He eagerly opens for the ball-gag. Aaron’s pink tongue slicks out and greets the red ball, and then he smiles. I hum approval under my breath. You couldn’t ask for a better student than Aaron. Now Roman… he’s a pain in the ass and completely daft.

I wave my hand in front of his face and get no response.

“Which is a better lay, your wife or Heidi?” I huskily tease him to see if he can hear me.

“There. Aaron’s officially deaf, blind, and mute,” I state proudly.

“Don’t forget dumb,” Roman snickers and watches to see if Aaron reacts. 

“Not nice,” I scold. “He’s my co-manager. He’s not dumb.” I pepper kisses on Aaron’s face and he wiggles around and his nostrils flare when his breathing speeds up.

“He’s so cute,” I chuckle.

“Ya better back off,” Roman warns.

“Why?” I ask offended.
I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“You’re only allowed to touch Whitt
sexually,” Roman growls at me.

“Um… I didn’t make that rule and I didn’t say I’d live by it. Besides I was just teasing Aaron. It wasn’t about sex.” I scowl and walk away.

“Just forgive him already, it’s been forever,” Roman whines.

“Don’t push me. I’ll drop to my knees and suck Aaron off if you don’t shut up.” We both look at Aaron to see if he heard me. Lil Aaron is happily at attention, but he always is.

“I’d prefer it to be mine between your parted lips,” Roman purrs while running a fingertip along my bottom lip.

“Ugh!” I groan and shove him away. “Why did I agree to do this? I’m retarded.” I set my st
ool upright and climb back on.

“The club needs us,
that’s why,” Roman reminds me.

“Thanks for enlightening me, Master Alex,” I say dramatically and toss a pistachio at him.

“What the fuck?” He stares at the green nut like it’s a maggot.

“It’s tradition.” When he arches a perfect black brow I say, “Don’t ask.”

“I’m glad that I’m finally going to be a master. I think Aaron and I’ve waited long enough. It’s been years and Marc wouldn’t let me go to Restraint.”

“Well, you could be Aaron. Ezra’s treated him like a little bitch his whole life. You should be thankful that Marc on
ly made you wait three years.”

When I first took over Restraint’s dungeon it was bad. Now it’s a warzone. The publicity surrounding anything Zeitler snowballed until there wasn’t a moment’s peace. Restraint is filled to max capacity with a line running six blocks up the street from opening to closing every night. Aaron’s been working constantly now that Ezra’s a family man. While Ezra revels in his happily ever after with his spouses and three children, Aaron and I are left to pick up the slack. I don’t even have time to run Empowerment because Restraint has become a pain in the ass.

It’s all hands on deck as we deal with the misbehaving patrons. Aaron and Roman were dragging their feet, and I have a week to get them ready before their initiations. Both Marc and Dexter already took their turns, but now they’re busy and I’m up to bat.

Adelaide…. Otherwise known as Diane, published a book called Masters of Restraint. All of our information was leaked and this turned into a media-storm. Everyone’s information was leaked except mine. I was listed as Queen, residence and occupation undetermined. Diane’s been creepily nice to me ever since I saved her lover from death while everyone stood around and waited for her to bleed out. I’d love to say that I was safe because Daniel didn’t want his family in the book, but I’d be wrong. Daniel, Whitt, and Niel had detailed dossiers in the book. I was the only one who didn’t. Diane has a crush.

The past year I’ve been subjected to weekly visits with Diane and Daniel. The three of us go to WinterCrest Asylum and visit Ade. We don’t speak or interact and Ade won’t speak to any of us. She sits in a catatonic state staring out the window- faux-catatonic state. She’s just pissed at us. We talk and she has to listen. I have two options left- Whitt and Jamie, and neither will visit her.

My life has been hectic as I try to find a balance. Kris and Fate have the responsibility of Empowerment and we share the parental duties of Ella and Niel. I thought that having a sixteen-year-old and a thirteen-year-old would make it easier. Both kids are rapidly approaching their next birthdays and I swear they’re reverting in maturity, and I blame Ezra and Katya’s spawn for it. Ava twists my children’s will around her pinky finger with the finesse of Whitt and the brawn of Ezra. All I can do is grit my teeth and watch as she gazes at me with impossibly huge, alien eyes.

Whitt and I are closer than most spouses. We share a life, children, and spend our nights cuddled around each other. I harbor no jealousy as he finds his sexual fulfillment in my dungeon. We don’t share that side of our natures because I refuse to be his crutch. I know that if I gave into his charms we’d be exclusive, and it would be to our detriment. Whitt is as loyal as they come and he’d never fall in love. I know he loves me because I feel the same about him. It’s a pure devotion, but it isn’t the heady, intoxicating, agonizing love that I feel for Marcus, and I want him to experience its sweet torture someday.

I’m no longer running from Marcus because I can’t get my feet to move. My heart wants what it wants, but my brain overpowers it with reasoning. He hasn’t earned my respect yet. I don’t allow him to make excuses and define our relationship. In the past he would always call me lover, friend, partner, and ally but he didn’t treat me that way in return. Now he calls me Regina because I won’t listen to anything else.

When I’m around him I spend the entire time holding myself back from touching him, speaking my thoughts, and shielding my emotions. I’ve lost many battles as he’s held me in his arms. He patiently waits for me to lose the war for both of our benefits. There is no such thing as a day that passes without seeing or hearing from him. He’s positively clingy, and it makes me behave badly. I press his buttons by outwardly flirting with whoever is near. Roman is today’s target. I never actually go past teasing, but it’s fun to see how Marcus reacts.

“Jamie,” I shout because he’s always lurking nearby.

“Is that wise?” Roman tucks his hair behind his ear in annoyance. He tucks his hair for every emotion, but right now he’s annoyed at me.

“I
need something,” I wryly say.

“He’s not your bitch, sweetheart,” he scolds me.

“It’s punishment,” I snort. “Let’s finish our lesson for the day. The moon is cresting.”

Since I refuse to acknowledge that I resent the father of my children I subconsciously do things to him as punishment. Jamie, the dutiful submissive, does everything I ask with a disfigured smile on his face. None of his children will speak to him. Yes, Marc and Roman tell him everything in great detail, but a mother knows the details better.

I went to him after Ade was placed in WinterCrest. I begged him to visit her and he refused. He’s been my bitch for over a year.

As always my breath hitches in my throat when I look at him. The deep seas of his eyes twinkle every time I make the sound. Grant never smirked like that. Jamie gets off on the effect he has on me. He’ll always make my heart bleed. I gaze at him and my heart swells with love and my mind whispers that if I were to hit him I’d orgasm from the pleasure of it. I shudder from just the
image playing out in my mind.

Jamie’s deep-chested rasp of a laugh breaks me from my reverie. The bastard loves how my face goes from adoration to annihilation in a heartbeat. I growl and bare my teeth at him.

Foreplay
he signs at me and arches a blond eyebrow.

I sign
suck it!

“My drug-addled hoodlums behave better than you do,” Roman mutters in disgust.

“Jamie,” I say with saccharin pleasantry. “Please help Roman move Aaron into position.”

“Regina, why don’t ya just tear my balls off? I don’t need help,” Roman growls as he struggles
to move the mountain of a man.

“Just help him,” I sigh to Jamie. “Aaron weighs as much as the two of you combined.”

Today we’re combining several elements. Aaron goes down the rabbit hole if we’re not careful. We can only do certain things if he bottoms. He’s an excellent dominant and Roman is an agreeable submissive. I’m thankful that Roman’s a switch or this wouldn’t work.

This is the first time I’ve allowed Roman to top Aaron. The first and last attempt Aaron reverted to a time long ago and Ezra freaked out. We can’t have Ezra freaking out.
Now that I know Aaron’s triggers, I’ve picked things that Roman needed to learn and Aaron would enjoy. No pain is on the menu since that is one of Aaron’s triggers.

“Today’s lesson is sensory deprivation and total restraint. Roman your duty is to make sure that Aaron can’t see, hear, speak, or move. If I see him twitch as much as a
finger you fail. Understood?”

“How d
o I do it?” He sounds panicky.

“I want to watch you improvise, and if you run into any issues I will voice an opinion. If this was the dungeon you wouldn’t have a fellow Master instructing you. You’re too close to initiation to be so indecisive. You can do this,” I lend him my confidence.

“Okay,” he sounds cotton-mouthed.

Jamie holds Aaron against the wall while Roman readies the leather straps. It’s nice having a house devoted to all things hedonistic. There is no need to hide anything. I sit on my stool while Roman hammers leather straps to the wall and buckles their ends in the center of Aaron’s chest. Two straps belted into place and Aaron is secure.

Jamie wraps an arm around my shoulders and I glare at the offensive limb. He rasps his laugh when I ease into him. We watch as Roman struggles to figure out what size of strap goes where. He’s also not very handy with a hammer and tacks.

“Uh-huh,” I caution. “You’ll cut the blood flow to his upper arm which leads straight to his heart. Aaron’s too valuable to me. Don’t hurt him.”

He moves a strap down an inch or two and looks at me for approval. I shrug. It’s not the right spot, but it won’t hurt Aaron. I can’t tell him what to do or I won’t know what he needs to work on.

Jamie kisses my cheek and disappears, as is his way. He’ll be back or he won’t- Jamie.

“Excited for your initiation?” I ask conversationally since this may take a while- a long while judging by Roman’s proficiency or lack thereof.

He stares at the straps in confusion and looks at Aaron like he’s a puzzle with no solution. Aaron’s grinning like a fool with slobber dripping from his chin. He keeps tapping his toes and his chest shakes with silent laughter. He’s so cute.

“I’m scared of my initiation,” Roman finally says when he decides on nailing a piece of leather across Aaron’s shin.

“Why?” I toss another pistachio at him and smile because it reminds me of Cort and Jamie.

“Um… I’ve heard horror stories. Is this even right? It can’t be,” he mumbles in frustration.

“It’s perfect actually,” I chuckle. “You do know that we’re playing poker, stuffing our faces, and getting sh
it-faced for your initiation.”

“But…” He’s speechless.

“Only the women get tortured- Syn, me, and Kat. I can’t wait to get some more females.”

“But what about Cort?”

“Um… He was initiated with Syn, and Marc sees him as a bitch,” I snort. “They needed it.”

“Okay, test me,” Roman steps back from Aaron.

I laugh as I cross the room. There’s more leather on Aaron than flesh.

Aaron’s baby-soft cheek is begging for a kiss. I gently kiss him and he smiles around the red ball in response.

“He can’t speak- pass,” I check off an imaginary list.

I wave my hand in front of his eyes and he doesn’t react. “Blind- check.”

“Aaron, did you know Roman fucked your juicy wife last night,” I purr near his ear.
“I did not!” Roman protests.

“He can’t hear- check,” I snicker.

I tickle Aaron’s fingers and toes and he doesn’t twitch. His muscles clench with the need to writhe and his chest rumbles a laugh. He knows I’m the one touching him. He trusts me totally and is completely relaxed.

“He can’t move- pass,” I announce and Roman shouts, “Woo
hoo!”

“There was an easier way. You only needed a strap here,” I point to his wrists and then his ankles. I proceed to show him that he could’ve used less than ten pieces instead of the fifty or more.

“Okay let him down,” I say from atop my stool as I get comfortable for the long extraction process.

“Not yet,” Roman murmurs so
ftly and touches little Aaron.

“Whoa… What th
e hell are you doing,” I yelp.