KING (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (26 page)

Ezra
sees no issue with kids being bad. He finds it greatly entertaining. I think kids should be sneaky about it. But if you catch them in the act, you better stop them. Ezra just likes to watch from afar in amusement, filling the information away so he can analyze it later.

Ezra
distracts me with his seeking fingers. They go within a quarter inch of my aching, throbbing cock, and I arch off the bed in agony. “Stop teasing,” I plead, rocking my hips, trying to get closer to his roaming hands.

“Okay,” Ezra
moves his hands back to my chest, and I bare my teeth at him in a snarl. He growls back and laughs.

“
Boring: Fate was curled up like a kitten, sleeping soundly. Workaholics number one and two, Jamie and Ade, had a visitor- Roman. They were doing something for Transcend.”

Ezra
ticks off the sights of the night on his fingers. “Interesting: Syn stalked the halls while I ghosted behind her. After ten minutes, Syn walked right up to me and glared, and then walked away. I guess after you’ve done everything short of vaginal penetration with someone, they don’t feel the need for verbal communication.”

“Syn thinks she’s a monk or some shit.
A sadistic assassin monk.” I shudder at the thought of what she’s capable of.

“Hmm… let’s see…
” Ezra purrs as his fingers slide downward again. Lesson learned, I stay still under Ezra’s touch, hoping he’ll grab the flexing, hard length begging for his attention. “Aaron and Kayla were having a threesome again…”

“Heidi?”

“Nope- Roarke. He had some downtime while Roman was being a busy bee. I stayed and watched for a few minutes. It turned me on… so I went back to my room. I found my wife torturing my husband. Poor Cort- my God, I love that woman,” Ezra professes in awed reverence, shaking his head while wearing a wide smile. “Kit Kat was giving Cortez a peep show while he was helplessly bound to the bed. And boy was Cort sulking. I stole a kiss from both of them and let them be.”

“Je
sus, it’s a horny house tonight,” I say as a hint- one Ezra doesn’t take. I take matters into my own hands. I mirror everything Ezra does to me. He’s chest is soft, smooth, and curiously hair-free. I bet he waxes. He’s too… manly… to be devoid of hair. No man’s chest is bare if his legs are
that
hairy.

“You don’t know the half of it. Sorry…
” Ezra sheepishly mumbles, “Marc was lying prone with Regina riding sidesaddle. As pretty as they are, I couldn’t watch that. But I found a better show. If Misery Castle was stormed tonight, we’d fall… Kris was fucking half the guards. Please tell me she’s not your submissive any longer?

“No, thank God
,” I groan in relief. “When I started this thing with Dalton, I gave up all the responsibilities of Kristal.”

“
Tomorrow I’ll tell Regina what I saw. Kris needs reprimanded. I don’t want her reverting back into sex addiction.” Usually when you speak to Ezra, you think he’s a crazy bastard that shouldn’t practice on his patients. But then Ezra will say things that make you realize he really does know what he’s doing.

“I’ll have a word with Gunner and Roarke about security. We’ll ha
ve to make sure the guys only play around when they aren’t on duty.” Worry laces my voice, causing Ezra to reach out with a soothing touch. “We can’t have a repeat of all bad shit that went down at Restraint. I hated seeing Dalton lying unconscious like that… and Fate,” I whimper.

“I didn’t like seeing Regina come unhinged,” Ezra mumbles, both of us lost in thoughts of the recent past.
“Don’t worry, Pretty Boy. The guards will behave if they’re not being tempted by Kris. She’s a hellcat,” Ezra says with affection.

“
Kris will feel like she’s in hell if she keeps this shit up. Can you say… fire crotch?”  Alright, I giggle this time. I’m surprised Kristal doesn’t have a billion communicable diseases by the way she uses her body like a sewer.

“
Now I’m gonna piss the bed. Jesus,” Ezra hisses, laughter shaking the mattress. Moments later a deep, fortifying sigh calms him. “Pièce de résistance of the night: one last workaholic and a huge surprise- the study, and Niel playing teacher to Whitney. Niel is very thorough and proficient. And Whitney is a fast learner. I watched them for a bit. I guess they’re taking your rule changes seriously. They’re working together as partners to be your second in command.”

“No, they’re not. I love that kid.” I heartily laugh
and shake my head. “But I’m gonna kill him.”

“What are they doing, then?”
Ezra’s inborn inquisitiveness shines out of his gaze.

“Niel is teaching
Whitney to be second in command,” I announce, but Ezra cuts me off before I can finish.

“Why? Wouldn’t that be a wasted effort
? Doesn’t Niel want the position?” He rapidly fires off the questions.

“Um… no, Niel
doesn’t want second in command under me or under anyone, for that matter. Niel’s training
his
second in command. Meaning
I’m
not in the equation.”

“Wow… Does that bother you?”

“No, it just means I’ll have two very smart shits working with me. I won’t leave until I feel like it. All’s the better if I leave Whittenhower Enterprises in capable hands. So yeah, I’m pleased, very pleased.”

“Niel out does me… and that’s saying something.”

“No doubt,” I ruminate.

“Listen,
” Ezra quickly mutters, yet again changing the subject on me before I can wrap my mind around it. “I have to apologize for something.”

“What?”

“Whitney. She has a three fingernail scratches down her tiny cheek and an ugly gouge out of her neck. I’m not a forensic scientist, but I’m positive they belong to Ava. I’m working with my daughter. But I’m head-blind to my own family. I can’t diagnose or help them. I’m trying, though. Ava’s in counseling with a colleague of mine,” he reveals.

“What brought
all this on?” I pet his chest in reassurance. Ezra’s face is twisted in pain, mouth pressed in a taut line, and eyes downcast. It hurts to witness a confident man reduced to misery.

“Ava
was destined to be fucked up,” he whimpers. “She has half of my DNA, after all… Ah Christ,” Ezra groans out of frustration and clasps my hand to his chest. “It… it’s because of me. Katya said Ava was always an old soul. Ava would have these moments that worried Kat, but she loved Ava so much she didn’t want to believe it.”

“That’s me and Niel,” I reluctantly admit. “Unlike me, Regina sees it and doesn’t deny it. Sometimes Niel frightens her.”

“I see it in Ava because all
I see staring out of her eyes is myself. Ava’s true nature revealed itself after the truth hit the media. It was a slow progression- flowing so slowly that Katya didn’t see it. It was Cort that came to me. Ava… Ava’s having difficulty coming to terms with
her
conception, with
my
conception. Ava treats Niel like shit because she can. It’s the only time she feels in control.”

“I don’t like how she treats him. If Regina and Grandfather are frightened of Niel, and Niel is scared of Ava, what does that make Ava?” I reason it out, but I don’t like telling a father that I think his daughter isn’t good for my son.
It’s not that Ava isn’t good enough for Niel, but together they form a perfect storm.

“I agree. Ava
’s just like me. She visits my colleague twice a week and Katya watches her constantly. I was hoping Niel’s strong personality would eclipse hers, but he weakens around her. He’s like Cort in that manner-so strong in everyday life with the exception of affaires of the heart. I bet Niel’s bullheaded just like Cort,” Ezra affectionately says with a smile in his voice.

“No, Niel wi
ll just tell you one thing and do another. Usually something you don’t see coming. He’s special like that,” I laugh. “We should nickname him
blindside
.”

“I spoke to Dalton today,” Ezra announces.

“Jesus, dude, ever hear of a segue?” I push him away while my head spins. Ezra laughs and nips the tips of my fingers with his front teeth.

“Apparently not,”
Ezra seductively purrs. He sucks on my fingers, eager tongue twirling around the digits. I jackknife off the bed, envisioning those same moist lips wrapped around my twitching cockhead. Ezra’s mouth is so warm… and soft… and wet. I’m doing a damned fine job dampening the sheets with my precum.

“So…” Ezra
lets go of my fingers and I whimper. “I spoke with Dalton. It was all confidential… of course… so don’t bother asking. Dalton met me in my office as a patient. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t help me direct our
training
sessions.”

“We’re training tonight?”
Even I can feel the naughty, eager glint in my eye and hear the giddy tone in my voice.

“We are.” Ezra flashes me a wicked smirk
. “I saw something on the video of last night’s fun that needs addressed rather quickly. It’s something that even Marcus is having a difficult time fixing.”

“What’s that?”
Ezra spellbinds me, holds me thoroughly intrigued. “Teach me,” I beg.

“
And you shall learn,” he arrogantly mutters. “Being a man doesn’t mean you have to nail your lover to a door. You can be soft, gentle, coaxing, and loving. It doesn’t make you less dominant or manly. Curiosity got the best of me and I spoke with Regina. You were always in control with her too. It’s not about dominance because you
aren’t
playing. Dalton’s your lover, not your prey.”

“I don’t know how to let go of that instinctive part of me. Something make
s me need to dominate my lovers,” I honestly admit even though it creeps me out. I’m no different than Ava. By attacking my lovers, I’m not loving them. I’m preying upon them.

“
Insecurity,” Ezra replies, perceptively. “Regina wasn’t your lover,” he dismisses. “Technically, Dalton is your first lover. You’re inexperienced is all… Marcus is working on it, too. He didn’t truly have any real sexual experience until recently. I’m just glad that he no longer hurts Regina with his passions. Tonight Marc was letting Regina do something that freaks him out, and he took it with a smile on his face.”

“What changed for Marc
?”

“I’d rather not say.”
Ezra’s eyes dart away as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and painfully bites down. I glide a fingertip over the deep indents when Ezra releases his hold.

“Because it was in confidence?”
I softly murmur.

“No, beca
use it hurts like a sonofabitch,” Ezra groans and rolls over onto his back- with an arm flung over his face. Ezra’s voice is barely a whisper as he speaks. “Cort- Cortez happened. In a way, Cort was Marc’s first lover.”

“What about Regina?”

“It’s not about sex or love. Marc learned from Cortez and progresses with Regina. He learned to be soft with Cort. They don’t have sex, but it seems more intimate- that’s my opinion, anyway. Knowing and seeing are two very different things. I hated seeing them together because Cort was different with Marcus, too- soft. Then out of some sick and twisted sense of guilt or duty, Marcus made Cortez take what I’d wanted to give him for years. It belittled the act and made me feel sick. I wanted Cort to come to me out of love, not obedience to his master. I’ve felt lost since then, and Cort seems to be getting better. We never meet halfway. I chase him or he chases me, and poor Kat can only watch with horror-filled eyes.”

I offer Ezra
the solace of my silence. Saying I’m sorry would be a slap in the face that he doesn’t deserve. I just hope that one day everyone finds their path and accepts it. I look at the people who hurt their loved ones on a daily basis and I know they don’t see it. It makes me wonder how many people I’m blindly hurting every day.

“Make love with me.” Ezra’s
whisper hits me like a gunshot blast to the ass. My cock goes rigid in less than a heartbeat.

“What?” I huff. “Are you serious? My boyfriend may have a HUGE problem with that. Playing around is one thing…”

“I’ve already spoken to Dalton, remember? Besides, I don’t mean let me screw you. I’m going to show you what I was telling you about Marcus and Cort. Allow me to show you,” Ezra entices in a lascivious voice that elicits only one response.

“Okay,” I whimper, unprepared for Ezra. “Do your worst.”

“Not my worst, lover, my best… I’ll do my very best,” his purr echoes in the darkness, causing my body to erupt in seizure-like tremors.

“Slow
ly,” Ezra warns a second before his supple lips meet mine. I open to him on a moan as he rolls over on top of me. Our lips connect, our tongues lingeringly caress, and our bodies align. Clothed in the foyer, against the study door was spectacular. The sensation of our well matched bodies erotically pressing tightly together in all the right spots was insanity. Lying together naked in my bed is an entirely new experience that defies description.

“No one is in charge,” Ezra
seductively purrs. “If you try to take over, it’s game over. Being lovers is a mutually beneficial experience. You both give and receive. I’ll kiss you, you’ll kiss me…”