Faithless (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (80 page)

Ez
presses his moist lips to my ear and whispers hotly, “They will be waiting for us as soon as we leave, but I have an even better idea, my medically-intelligent chickadee…”

Ez shifts his hips slightly and
smoothly enters me. My breath hitches in my throat as inch after thick inch stretches me, fills me. He’s not too long, but he is thick. My ‘fluffer’ made that not an issue. I’m drenched, leaking juice down my thighs and onto the bedding. The sensation of being filled with a throbbing cock drives me to impossible heights. I’m a hairsbreadth away from coming, and I can tell by the drum solo Ez is beating inside of me, he is closer to the finale than I am.

Breathy, as if talking assassination is pushing him over the brink, Ez whispers into my ear, “
Once we don’t attempt a hit, they will think we chickened out or thought better of it. I have an excellent idea. We have to be at the meeting because of our positions, so they can’t deny us access. We will arrive first. Mitchell is arrogant enough to prance around his meeting room, gloating. Stanton- you asked earlier who you could trust- you can trust Stanton. I’d bet my life on it, and I’m about to. Stanton can occupy the fools in the foyer, as you and I will lie in wait. When Mitchell prances close enough, we will take him down. Any suggestions for a quick, painful, and naturally occurring death?”

I throatily moan as my answer. Ez treats me differently than ever before. Cort was
always unsure, unpracticed, as he clumsily fucked like he had something to prove to himself. Wil was fast, like he had to get it over with before his body shut down. My one and only time with Gunner doesn’t count- that was the heat of moment, with passion riding us. Ez, he was always slow and smooth. He milked the pleasure out of it, as if fearful that there would never be a repeat. Tonight, he fucks with wild abandon- our conversation pushing him to new heights.

I’m stunned when Ez’s hand shoves my face into the mattress while the other lifts my hips. Forcefully he impales me- a grunt is torn from my chest with every thrust. He pounds into me like we are animals. He isn’t trying to prove anything to himself or anyone else. He isn’t fucking to possess me. He is glorifying in the freedom. There is something instinctive about barebacking with intent. There are no consequences. There is an added thrill with the danger of pregnancy. Ez fucks me like it’s the only way to survive.

His thrusts propel me across the mattress. My nipples rubbing on the fabric of the bedding is a sweet pain that heightens the pleasure. He viciously pumps until my palms are pressed to the headboard to stop my skull from pummeling the wood. I am rendered into a sweating, groaning, panting mass that tries to fuck back. I raise and lower my hips in time with Ez’s lunges. The more I meet his thrusts, the harder and faster he rides me.

Sweat drips off the tip of his nose and hotly lands to pool in the small of my back. Ez’s labored breath fills the room, but it doesn’t eclipse the grunts that wheeze from my throat. Five minutes into this vicious pounding, I realize Ez isn’
t doing this for altruistic reasons. Ez wants us to be heard, and not because he is confirming the coupling. Yes, he likes the sex. Yes, he needs the end result as badly as I do. But this level of ferocity is so very male- it’s a man rubbing the face of another male into the ground. Ez does it because he can. He does it because he is defending my honor. He does it because it makes him feel alive- high. He does it to prove that Wil is a coward for not using me when he had the chance, because hell will freeze over before Wil gets another invitation to visit my body.

Walking the edge of the roof on a three inch wide wall is death defying, but so is Ez flaunting his abilit
y to fuck me into submission by forcing it down Wil’s throat.

I thoroughly and happily submit to Ez’s fuckage. I hold the headboard and groan through smile-parted lips. Harder, every thrust is harder than the last. It hurts, it feels so good. Ez’s stubby nails break the skin at my hips as he violently pounds into me. I have no doubt that his pelvis will be as bruised as my ass come tomorrow morning.

A garbled sound flows from my mouth in a continuous string of words that slur together…
Imgonnacumsofuckinghard
I scream at the top of my lungs. Ezra’s trailing laughter fades from the impact of his balls slapping against my clit ring- that, the added pain, forcefully shoves me over the edge and into the abyss.

My nails dig into the headboard, dragging long lines of splintered wood. Slivers bite into my fingertips. I leave my mark as Ez undoubtedly leaves his lasting mark within my body- a permanent reminder of the game- of the play they forced us to conclude- of the sex that will forever change our lives.

Ez holds me tighter than ever. As I writhe and undulate, I barely move. He doesn’t allow me even an inch as I violently cum. A grunt is torn from deep within my chest when he gives one final, vicious thrust. Deeper than ever before, he hits the very end of me. A second later, a hot wash fills me, floods into me, scorches my insides. The fear, the danger, the thrill, and the confusion, cause my second orgasm to ride the wave of the first. Delirious, I hear Ez roar.

I wheeze
, “air embolism,” and then pass the fuck out.

~Chapter Sixty-Nine~

“Are you alright?” My sister hisses when I step off the elevator
at two a.m. I don’t mean to, but one heluva satisfied smirk stretches my face. I am beat the hell up. Ez didn’t care that I passed out; he kept up with his quest of impregnation. As fabulous as the sex was, neither of us wanted to do it again as a command performance. Especially since next time, it could very well be on command, and a performance.

Ez put up a valiant effort. I lost count after a dozen times. That last time felt like forever, but in reality it was only about twenty minutes. My pussy couldn’t take another twenty minutes. I’m walking like a cowboy as it is. I have bruises on most of my body and my bits are rubbed raw- all my bits: my lips, cunny, and nipples.

Ez is just as bruised, and severely bitten. I found out he liked teeth and nails. It’s what made that last session not last hours- I bit his chest so hard that I drew blood- instantaneous explosion. His poor cock is purple and rubbed raw. He’ll probably never want sex again. I know the thought of it turns my stomach and clenches things low in my belly. God, I hope this took- which is the most fucked up thought of my entire life- because I can’t handle this every month for the next four months. 

When Ez and I were quiet for more than a half hour, my mother knocked and
hesitantly entered. We were told we didn’t have to stick around for the required three days, because we clearly wanted what they wanted. I guess after you scream from coming so much, that you can’t even speak, people tend to think you meant business- we fucked with intent. Gwen said she was sent because the others feared Ez and me. They assumed I meant Gwen no harm since I told her to survive and made Olivia keep an eye on her.

The strangest moment of the night, and it was a night filled with
plenty of
what the fucks
, was when Olivia asked to enter after Ez got dressed and waited in the hall. Olivia handed me a tampon and whispered, “too keep it where you want it. I can attest that it works. It’s a heluva lot better than having it seep into your panties. I did this with my youngest.” The tortured look in her gem-toned eyes screamed that she understood how I was feeling at that very moment- she’d stood in my place before. I then looked to my mother, and we had a brief moment- very brief, like half a second brief.

Before I left the bedroom, Gwen said to me, “I never… I never changed it up like that.”

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

“Took control… and enjoyed it,” she self-consciously murmured, sounding exactly like Fate.

“It’s just sex, and Ez is my friend- a real fucking friend to the end. We weren’t hurting anyone, including ourselves. If we created a life, it was meant to be. I couldn’t stop it, so I might as well enjoy the ride.”

Olivia gave me a look of grudging respect, as if that is exactly what she would have done in my
position. But my mother scowled and said, “I’m not brave like that. I always just closed my eyes and prayed for it to be over.”

“Not always,” I said knowi
ngly. “Not always,” I breathed.

“No, not always,” she whispered, “but mostly.”

“Well, I’m never going to just lie there and take it- it’s not in me. If I don’t want it to happen, I will fight back until they earned the right to hurt me, and if it’s someone I like, I’m going to enjoy the ride. Remember that next time Mitchell pimps your ass out.” I felt bad as soon as the words were out of my mouth. My mother flinched, tears wetting her eyes.

“You won’t have that worry for long,” I vow, and Olivia’s eyes enlarged, if that is humanly possible
with eyes the size of teacup saucers. “Not long at all.”

Ez and I left shortly after that. We walked through an eerily quiet house. I could feel the cowards awake and eagerly watching from the shadows. I could feel
him
outside of the house, watching as I left and gingerly slid into Ez’s SUV.

We drove through quiet residential streets, and city streets teeming with life. Neither of us spoke.
I was afraid to ask when he was going to wake Ezra, and what he would tell him when he arouse. It’s not my place to question Master Ez and his maniacal plan. I was happy that he didn’t toss me out on the curb like Wil did on our only time, and even happier that he didn’t act like we were a couple. No goodbye kiss, no hand holding, no hugs and promises. Ez walked me in the door, made sure Frankie was on duty, and said he’d see me in a week, and don’t forget the syringe… and that was it. His reaction loosened something tight inside of me, a ball of fear, because he wasn’t possessive. Ez fosters my need for control and independence.

“You saying I look like shit?” I snarkily ask
, countering my sister’s
are you alright
? “What are you doing here?”

“Why are
you home so soon?” Stanton asks. Bianca is sleeping in his lap. Fate sits on one end of the sofa, Stanton and Bianca on the other.

“Am I interrupting?” I salaciously hint, knowing I’m not. I can tell that Fate is here to make sure Bianca is comfortable. Stanton looks haunted. No doubt he didn’t feel up to all of Bianca’s needs. “Put the kid to bed. Whatever I have to say she shouldn’t hear, even if she is asleep. I know that it’s theorized that we can still hear and retain knowledge while we are asleep or comatose. I’d prefer to keep my baby sister innocent
for as long as humanly possible.”

I grab three bottle
s of water and a bag of potato chips from the kitchen. I hobble back to the living room and gingerly sit in a chair, wincing when my bits hit the cushion. “Oh God, that hurts, but it strangely feels good, too,” I groan underneath my breath.

Draining a bottle of water, I open my eyes and see that my sister is near tears. I swallow half a dozen times and ask, “
What’s wrong, now?” my voice is defeated, because I can’t handle anything else tonight. “Did Grant and Roman ever come here? And why are you here, since I told Kris to take you home? If I wasn’t exhausted, heads would roll,” I deviously taunt.

“Ease up, killer,” Stanton says with affection as he pads back into the living room to sit on the sofa near Fate. “Grant and Roman were here for a few hours. I told them to go home. Fate showed up knowing you’d worry about Bianca. She made something warm for us to eat, and then Bianca fell asleep.”

“You cook?” I ask, wide-eyed in surprise.

“Yeah,” Fate bashfully says, looking just like Gwen did earlier tonight. “I realized I enjoyed it. Kris’ mom, Martha, has been teaching me. It relaxes me.”

“Huh?” I say, shaking my head. “It’s what Bianca and I do for sister-time. You can join us from now on, if you want.” My sister looks to be in shock. I snort as I unscrew the cap on another bottle of water. I drain it in seconds, decide that need has ebbed, and feed another one- hunger. I attack the bag of chips like a starving man. “I’d kill for a cheeseburger,” I groan.

Fate moves to stand up, and I shake my head. “Wow…
not a request, just a thought. You are not my dang servant… or anybody’s. What the hell has Regina done to you? She’s turned you into something I don’t recognize. If I catch you doing that shit around me, I will kick your ass. Now, why were you almost crying a minute ago?”

“Someone hurt you down there,” she shyly points at my crotch. “I… I can’t stand the thought after earlier.” I s
nort again, and then feel guilty. She really is worried about me, and she had to witness her mother’s punishment with Stanton.

“You should see the other guy,” I snicker to myself
, using humor because I can’t scream.

“That
is not funny,” Stanton slowly enunciates. “How are you home so soon?”

“You sure you guys can stomach it?” Their glares have me giving a condensed version. “It seems our enthusiasm convinced them that we meant business, so we were released early for good behavior. Grandfather thought he could influence my softer-side by not making me do Wil
, and giving Ez and me a private suite. Too bad Granddaddy Pimp doesn’t realize I don’t have a softer-side, at least not for him, anyway. So, Ez and I went gangbusters. We didn’t want to do this over and over. Yeah, I hurt. But it was mutually earned, and I lost track of how much fun I had,” I say with a satisfied smirk.