Faithless (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (34 page)

Faith: z
ero for purity and innocence.
Faith the Whore: two… soon-to-be three- virgins. Wil. Ezra. Cortez.

I’m a scourge across the Earth.

~Chapter Twenty-Five~

“Why are you guys so dang sardonic tonight? I understand Faith, she hates people. But you, Ez, you love those stupid affairs. You get to pretty up in your tux and analyze everyone you meet,” Cort taunts- again.
He doesn’t see the world as a scary place to dwell. Even at almost seventeen he holds a childlike innocence that is infectious- an innocence I pray he never loses- and I can’t be the one to take it away.

Cortez keeps trying to get Ezra and me to banter with him. We smile and ignore the jabs as we mindlessly play video games on their bed. Aaron gave up on us about a half hour ago. Divina saw the video game on the television and just turned
around and walked out without a word- she really is a girly-girl. Usually shooting the shit out of each other has us laughing and wrestling around on the bed- which usually ends up with Cort macking on Ez.

Not tonight.

Ezra is frozen solid, with wide, pained eyes, and a tight expression marring his face. It’s like Ez is fighting with himself in his head. No doubt he is computing that Master Ez lied to him, while he tries to reason with the child-like Ezra that always tries to gain the upper-hand during moments of weakness. He robotically plays the game while his eyes erratically flit around, alerting us to the war that is battling out inside his mind- a battle more violent than the game we play on the television.

When we walked out of the study, the foyer was filled with people I didn’t know
and some that I know all too well- people who knew what we were doing in there. Mortification had my eyes glazed over until I couldn’t see, but pride kept my head held high and my shoulders back when all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and scream. I stiffly walked across the marble flooring, feeling nothing beneath my feet.

I heard their voices- some I recognized and wish I could erase
- as they discussed what happened in the study. They argued over what Ezra and I were screaming about when he first came to me. They laughed about the moan Ezra released when he came. My brother murmured to someone that I would be okay, and it nearly broke me, especially since I could feel who that person was- Wil.

I want to feel something over Boyd
’s assurances and Wil’s worry. It doesn’t make me feel warm and fuzzy. I get a perverse pleasure that Wil was upset. What was it that he’d said to me once? That he was my enforcer, that he would protect me? Wil deserves to worry for not walking in there and stopping the travesty that just took place. And for that same reason- Boyd can fuck off.

I walked out the door, eyes never lighting on a single person, with Ezra at my side. We walked three miles down the drive from Whittenhower Estates. We walked across Crest
view Drive’s gated community, past the homes of our tormentors- The Meyers, The Simpson, The Spencer. We left The Whittenhower to enter the home of The Holden. We entered yet another gate with a long drive winding behind it. By the time we hit the halfway mark of ShadowHaven’s mile long driveway, a car pulled up beside us filled with people who knew nothing of what happened and one who did. Marcus kept looking into our dead eyes and staring at Pearl’s tortured face.

We kept walking, never replying, leaving the car where it idled. Ezra and I, never speaking since we left the study at Whittenhower Estates, walked into ShadowHa
ven and straight into a shower.

We hel
d one another while we wept under the scalding hot spray. We stood there until Marcus unlocked the door and yanked us out. Only when Marc threatened to call Dr. Weiss did Ezra finally speak. With a weary voice, Ezra said,
I’m whole. I didn’t fracture. We had a bad night and we’re never going to talk about it- to anyone.

Marcus found us clean clothes, gave us hugs, and escorted us back to the Ezes’ bedroom. Cort and Aaron awaited us there on the bed,
Playstation
controllers in hand. Ezra and I sighed in thanks because all Cortez could do was silently question us since we had an audience. We played video games, pretended to eat, all the while Marcus hovered in the doorway- waiting- waiting for one of us to finally break.

We never did- we never broke.

“What?” Ez gives me a strange look, a small smirk teasing his lips.

“What?” I arch a brow, mimicking the one he’s popping at me.

“You’re smiling,” Ezra murmurs, head-butting my shoulder. “Why?”

“Whatever happens, we’re good,” I assure him, leaning into his shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, how so?”

“We didn’t break,” I whisper in his ear because Cort is watching us with an intense, penetrating stare. He is calculating, trying to figure out what our words mean. It makes me feel like a faithless bitch for cheating on him- for not trusting him. But I love Cort too much to let him live with this… pain.

“You’re the strong one, I had to lean on someone else,” Ezra skirts around what he really means, not wanting the eavesdropping Cortez or the lurking Marcus to know that Master Ez was in control tonight.

I get on my knees next to Ezra and pull him into a hug. I whisper in
his ear and I strongly mean every word I say. “I don’t care what you call him, he is a part of you- he is you. You are strong. Together, you are stronger. Never doubt it for an instant.”

Ezra and I lock
eyes- hunger: a need to connect, a need to release the guilt, shame, fear, and agony bleeds from our eyes. I don’t think first, I just kiss him- furiously kiss him. I need a distraction. I need to forget what happened a few hours ago. I need a few stolen moments when pure terror doesn’t take over my being- a place where I don’t think about upcoming trials where my family’s life hangs in the balance or pregnancy scares or the game.

I just… I just need a fucking hug.

Ezra doesn’t hesitate, he fiercely kisses me back. His nimble fingers anchor in the back of my hair, controlling the kiss. The tip of Ez’s tongue coaxes my mouth to open to him. With an agonized cry, our tongues connect. Our bodies tremble, our eyes shed tears, our souls bleed.

Cortez’s confused whimper and Marc’
s gasp have us pulling apart. A stormy gaze locks onto mine, a smile splitting a set of kiss-swollen lips. “We’re going to have sex now,” Ez admits without a hint of shame or remorse. “You better leave, and lock the door behind you.”

The bed dips as a body moves off of it. “Where the hell are you going?” Ez barks
as he reaches over and grabs Cort’s wrist.

“You… you… said to go,” Cort stutters. “So I’m going.”

“Him,” Ezra points at a shocked Marcus- Ezra, who everyone knows likes boys, just announced he was going to have sex… with a girl… a girl he’s passionately kissing. Marcus clearly doesn’t know how to handle this new development. “My dad can’t watch,” Ez says with a sly smirk. “You,” he points at Cort. “You are our boyfriend, and you’re about to get laid... all night.”

Cort and Marcus stare at each other- I can see a strange bond form. They silently communicate, but it’s easy to read. Ez and I just did a complete one-eighty of
what-the-fuck
. Their conversation goes something like this:
Call Dr. Weiss? A straitjacket? Let this play out and see where it leads?

“Out you go, Pop,” Cort says as he shoves a stunned Marcus out of the room. “Good night,” he flashes a charming grin.

“I… I… know you guys don’t use protection because… well, you haven’t needed to,” Marcus stammers. “Um… you will be safe,” Marcus orders as he flees the doorway and shuts and locks the door behind himself.

Ez and I share a
too late
look that a confused Cort intercepts.

“I don’t understand what happened
tonight. I know you both have been lying to me for weeks and keeping secrets. I don’t buy an ounce of the bullshit you’ve been spewing. I know you are both very upset- so upset that Ezra is doing his damnedest to stay even,” Cort says, his eyes flitting from Ez to me, to Ez, and back to me. Cort flashes another devastating grin, his gray eyes lighting up. “But I’m not passing this shit up,” Cort seductively purrs as he yanks his shirt over his head.

“No lights,” Ezra and I say at the same time. Neither of us knows how we will react when we get into the middle of this. It will be easier if no one can see us break. The light flees the room, flooding it in total darkness.

A mouth is on mine before I can even blink- the lips are the same as the pair that just kissed me, but the intensity is different, and the way they flutter against mine is softer- a sex-starved Cort is kissing me. I start to giggle from the sheer joy of not having a clue who is touching me, but loving the thrill of it. I trust them both, and that is the only reason my laugh is only tinged with an edge of hysteria.

I ride a high that reminds me of being drunk. Time stills yet goes by so very fast. Seconds are actually minutes- the speed of time shifts until I don’
t have a concept of measure. I am drunk on affection and intimacy and dizzy with lust. This isn’t painful and scary or against our wills. This is our decision and we fully embrace it.

I lose track of whose body parts I am nuzzling, kissing, tasting, and biting. Moans rise and fill the air- mine- theirs. I lose myself in the rhythm of my mouth silkily sliding up and down a thick cock- not my first blow job because it’s the third time one of them slid betw
een my eagerly parted lips. The velvet flesh of the long and thick cock sliding across my tongue definitely belongs to Cortez.

Their lips are the same, but
they kiss differently. Their eyes are the same, but they gaze at me with different emotions. Ezra’s chest and tummy are defined, while Cort’s belly still carries a bit of baby fat. Their arms and legs feel the same beneath my fingertips and lips. But their cocks… even blind, deaf, or dumb, I’d never mistake one for the other. Ezra isn’t small. He’s a heluva lot bigger than what I accidently saw wandering around the trailer after they gave Aunt Amelia a thrill. Ez is thick. But Cort, Jesus Christ, almighty… that thing is like two cocks.

I giggle like an idiot every time I touch it, which is immediately followed by a pair of cocky chuckles from the Ezes.

They move in tandem, as if in their own orbit- their movements choreographed. While Ezra might fight to keep himself even, I don’t believe Cortez or Ezra will ever be whole unless they are together. I can feel Ezra’s surprise as Cortez freely touches Ez and allows Ezra to touch Cort back. Ezra shot down my throat when Cortez joined me by sucking on Ez’s dangling sack. I could lie… but that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“I don’t know, Ez,” Cort taunts. “Faith might have a big mouth, but she s
ure does have a dirty one now,” Cort purrs as he slowly slides his cock in and out of my mouth. Every third time he pulls out and smacks my cheeks with it, leaving a cooling sticky trail across my skin. “You hungry? Does my chickadee want another taste? Hmm… did you like swallowing all of Ez’s spunk?”

“Fucker,”
I chuckle, giving Cort’s thigh a sharp nip with my front teeth. I receive a swat with his cock to the forehead, a sticky mess left in its wake.

“Have you recovered yet, my five-pump-chump?” Cort relentlessly teases Ezra for coming twice to his once. “Get over here, let’s see how big of a mouth our girl
really has.”

“Oh shit,” I hiss, scrambling backwards to get away. “Ain’t no fucking way, dude. I can only get six inches of you in there,
and Ezra is wicked thick.”

“You’re no fun,” Ezra laughs. “Well… I can think of another option,” he muses, voice thick with lust. “I’ve came in both of your mouths, and Cort in Faith’s. Chickadee screamed for both of us
when we went down on her. I think it’s time we move on from the foreplay- and I’m not a five-pump-chump, you cocksucking twit,” Ezra growl sound menacing in the dark night.

“It’s not an insult if it’s your favorite activity,” I taunt. “I’m game, just as long as you guys don’
t try to occupy the same port at the same time.”

“Bro, you blew the second my lips touched your purple helmet,” Cort snickers. “That isn’
t even one pump- more like one lick. And cocksucking isn’t an insult, since I pride myself on my oral skills,” amusement laces his voice. I wish I could see Cort’s face. No doubt he’s glowing like a sonofabitch with a snarky smirk twisting his lips.

“I want you inside Faith’s pussy,” Ezra salaciously orders. “Make Faith realize that no other men will compare to the two of us.”

“Oh, bloody hell,” Cort cries out as if in pain. “Once she gets a taste of my exquisiteness, all men will pale in comparison. Chickadee, I’m gonna make you cum so hard you’ll think you died and were reborn.”

“Bullshit,” I giddily reply.

“Every time Cort fucks me, I beg for more,” Ezra seductively purrs in my ear, the heat of it making me shiver. “You’ll love it, trust me,” he breathes. “Be gentle with that huge fucker- she’s a tiny thing… and wear two condoms.”