KING (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (32 page)

I roll over onto my back and school my breathing. Just as I’m falling into relaxation, the light goes out and every nerve in my body enlivens- anticipation floods my veins. The soft, flaccid state of my cock is replaced by steel in an inst
ant. Fear and trepidation aside, my cock is ready for anything.

The whisper of sheets movin
g on flesh has me whimpering. Ezra hasn’t even touched me yet and my dick is pounding to the beat of my heart. My breathing is so loud that it eclipses the constant hum of the air purifier- a gift from Ezra.

“Shh… calm… It’s just me,” Ezra croons in my ear. “This is nothing we haven’t
verbally covered. Practical is different than talking about it. I just wanted you to know what to expect when you’re with Dalton. I don’t want a freak-out to ruin the special moment.”

“Okay,” I gasp out. “I’m just nervous. I… you’re not going to…” 

“No matter how much I’d love to be inside of you, I won’t lose control.” Ezra voice is so soft that I have to strain to hear it. I press my ear to his lips and he moans his approval. “I won’t ruin what we’ve build over the past five weeks. A lot of trust has gone into this: trust between Dalton and you and trust between you both and me as your counselor. The reason the touching only occurs in this bed is because this is me- Ezra the friend, not Doctor Zeitler.”

“I understand.” My voice sounds small and meek.

Lips warm my throat, sliding down the column. A moan bubbles up from my chest. “I’m just going to kiss you for a few minutes- relax you, ease you,” Ezra hypnotically breathes against my neck.

I luxuriate over the fact that Dalton and Ezra are complete opposites. I have no worries of my mind leaving the moment for either of them. Ezra’s firm lips warm and moisten my throat. His ton
gue darts out and takes small tastes of my flesh. I whimper and twist my fingers in the sheets, trying to stay the need to writhe and moan. His stubble deliciously scratches my bare shoulder.

The press of arousal against my thigh magnetizes my fingers. I’ve never touched Ezra intimately. We’ve kissed and ground against each other in his version of making love. Later
on I found out it’s actually called frotting or frottage. Since that night, Ezra hasn’t touched me sexually. He’s been heavy on the innuendo. He hasn’t even touched himself during our sessions. I never pegged Ezra as the professional type.

“No,” Ezra moans just before my fingers would’ve grazed his arousal. He somehow sensed that I was going
to stroke him. “If you do, I’ll explode immediately. No handjobs or blowjobs, and absolutely no penetrative sex: that’s the rules.”

“What a
bout you?” I practically cry. Ezra’s need is ramping up my own. It feels strange to have him touch me so intimately and get nothing in return.

“Don’t worry about me,” he moans against my neck and sucks.

I scramble off the bed. “I want to touch you,” my whine turns to anger. “I’m not doing this thing one-sided. It seems wrong!”

“Dalton and I have a d
eal and I’m not breaking it!” Ezra’s tone sharpens as his leash starts to unravel the last of its threads.

“What deal?”
Pain and confusion mingle and strike me in the heart. They have a deal that I don’t know about.

“I can’t screw you, alright? That’s the deal. N
o penetration because that’s Dalton’s right. He’s your boyfriend.”

“Why would you agree to that after all you’ve helped us with?”
Ezra being selfless goes against his personality. It’s unfathomable. It’s like Dalton being a sadist or… Ezra being selfless…

“It’
s not a hardship,” Ezra seductively purrs, grabbing my wrist and tugging me back to the bed. “You guys are gorgeous and I get to live vicariously. But to be totally honest, I’m hoping that after Dalton makes love to you, that you’ll invite me to play every once and a while. As someone you guys trust, as your friend, as someone who is
like
you both. I want you to be happy with yourselves. I need to be able to come to you to lessen this vast field of rejection and emptiness that lies ahead of me.”

“Ezra,” I cry.

“Shh… no pity,” Ezra murmurs, pulling me down next to him. “There’s still hope that Cortez will eventually get with the program. But there’s a good chance that after thirty-three years, he’ll stay the mind-numbing, face-smashing, stubborn fucktard that he is.”

“The mind-numbing, face-smashing, stubborn fucktard that you’re in love with?”
I tease him, snuggling into my bed.

“Yeah… well, there is that. Nothing hurts as much as the love of your life rejecting you- worse, of rejecting your way of life-
his
way of life. I won’t force Cortez to change. I don’t want him as unhappy as me. Some days I think it’s a cosmic joke. It’s like Cort’s intentionally torturing me. I know he’s in love with me, that he’s always loved me, but… Ah hell, I’m just as confused as he is at this point.”

I use the only weapon at my disposal to cease all of his thought- a weapon I am well versed in employing. I kiss him.
It starts off leisurely, gently, and sensuously flows into something hungry. I frantically pull him towards me, fingers biting into the flesh of his ass. I roll Ezra over onto his back and savagely attack his lips while my hips rock against his.

Shudders wrack my body as Ezra sucks my tongue in a blood-boiling rhythm. “I love the way your cock feels rubbing along mine,” I
breathlessly hiss, already perilously close to release. “You’re so fucking hot,” I growl, teeth nipping at his jawline.

Ezra’s roar hits me a split-second before I’m flipped over and pinned beneath him. His fingers bracelet my calves and tightly grip. He surges forward until my thighs are pressed against my chest and my ass is elevated off the mattress.

“Fuck!” Ezra grunts, cock poised at my entrance- a hairsbreadth from penetrating me. The beat of his heart pumps through his cock and reverberates onto my ass. I imagine what it would feel like beating inside me- coming inside me. The thought has my heart fluttering against my ribcage- panic and arousal warring.

“Fuck!” Laboriously panting, Ezra
stares down at me from crazed eyes. The gray no longer holds hints of blue- black. His eyes glow like onyx as they snare me in their intense stare.

“Are you okay?” I ask, hoping it will bring some sanity back to us. I’m not breathless like he is because my lungs stopped functioning.

“Answer me this,” Ezra gasps, regaining his breath. “Would you have let me do it? Did you want me to do it?”

“Yes, on both accounts… I still do,” I freely
admit. “I looked up to you when I was growing up. I wanted to be self-assured like you. I’ve always wanted you,” I moan. “We’ll be there for you whenever you need us. You’re never alone,” I assure him, and there is no trace of bullshit. I mean it.

Ezra’s one of my best friends; t
hese past five weeks has shown me that, at least. I see the way he stares at Dalton and me, and Dalton knows how I’ve always felt about Ezra. You’d have to be blind not to find Ezra’s insane maleness erotic.

I’m not offering him forever. Ezra
has a wife and a reluctant husband. I’m offering him comfort and affection from people who understand him. Sometimes that’s all you need to heal, to feel whole. When, not if, Cort gets his shit together, I will be sad to see Ezra go. But I will have earned a lifelong friend in the end.

I
was at a crossroads when I was growing up. I’d met my Queen, and it irrevocably changed something integral inside of me. If I hadn’t met her, I doubt those thought would’ve ever entered my mind. Ezra ignited something else inside me, my sexuality that had lain dormant.

Queen and Ezra conflicted- contradicted each other. Path one
led to Regina: the path that guaranteed a heterosexual existence with children and a family. A life I would have felt content living. Regina’s path was one I had to go down to find my way here. The second path was the one Ezra represented: embracing my homosexuality. A life I will thrive living. If I hadn’t walked path one, I wouldn’t be a father to my adopted children. Siblings aside, it was an option that wasn’t available in path two. Now, running head-long down path two, I have no regrets.

“Well… I feel better already,” Ezra purrs, a dangerous light glittering in his stormy gaze. “Let’s get this over with, so that your boyfriend can make love to you. The fast
er Dalton pops your cherry, the faster I can end this horrific starvation that’s leaching my soul dry.”

“Not at all overly dramatic, are you?” I goad and he smirks at me.

“Oohhh… Ezra…” a moan flows as he slides his body along mine until we’re perfectly aligned. We glide like velvet on silk, intoxicatingly pleasurable. My legs are still pressed to my chest and he teases me with a pumping rhythm.

“Just relax for me,” Ezra
croons. “Feel the heat of my body warming yours, my lips on your skin, and relax for me. We’re just going to do exactly what we’re doing right now,” he hypnotically purrs. “You love the rhythm of my body. My fingers don’t exist until they give you pleasure.”

The last thought I have as my eyes start to flutter shut is, is he really hypnotizing me? Does that even work? I fall into the rhythm of his body. The sensuous motion as he rocks against me and the sensation of his lips suckling at my neck, ignite a firestorm within me.

“Fuck!” I grunt as I jackknife off the bed, my back aching, spine bending beyond its capability. My heart flutters like a captured butterfly. Chest-pounding panic grips me in its throes. I suck air in but nothing expels.

“Shh… remember, it’s just the heat and rhythm of my body and the feel of my lips on your skin? It doesn’t hurt, I promise. It’s just your fears that are panicking you. Release the fears and enjoy the sensation. It’s the only w
ay I will release your mind,” Ezra’s hypnotic voice issues a subtle warning.

An uncomfortable pressure, a stretching
, is eclipsed by the sensation of Ezra’s lips suckling at my neck and his hard length sliding against mine. My cock is twitching for the need to release. I’m harder than it’s ever been before. The wetness between our pressing, gliding lengths makes me wonder if I’d ejaculated with my outburst.

“
That’s it, Pretty Boy. Do you feel my fingers yet? Almost… ah, right there… relax and feel it,” he commands in a compelling voice.

“Ugh! Oh God! Fuck!” My spine bows off the mattress as Ezra fiercely sucks on my neck. His fingers rub something epic inside me. A pressure builds within me- the strength is astronomical. My balls tighten to the point that I fear they’ve become diamonds.

“That’s it… cum with me. Every time you’re penetrated from now on, you’ll love it. You’ll crave it. Tell me, what do you love? What do you crave?” He chants against my neck.

“I love penetrated
, and I crave it,” I robotically mutter. I thrash against the sheets, keening in pleasurable agony as his fingers saw in and out of my body, hitting a nerve center that drives lightening into my engorged cock. The hard press and slide of his body on mine is maddeningly erotic. We’re so close that I can feel his cock quiver and throb against my own.

“I need to cum now,” Ezra feverishly hisses. “And you’re going to cum
with
me. Cum with me
now
, Pretty Boy,” he compellingly demands.

“Christ,” I groan. Pleasure explodes along my nerve pathways. My toes cur
l, my fingers twist into claws, as the pressure builds and builds. Ezra’s frantic deep-bellied moan vibrates against my chest as he grinds our cocks together in a sinuous movement that draws my release up from my aching sack. After years of no stamina, it hurts to wait until Ezra blows. My body is screaming to release, but my mind refuses until Ezra does.

As the first wave of semen splatters my chest, I finally let go. I roar as the most agonizing orgasm of my life rips my seed from my aching testicles. We writhe together, a sweaty mass of euphoric rapture.

“That’s it… listen to my voice as we walk backwards through your mind,” Ezra hypnotically purrs. “The pleasure you feel is from my fingers. The rhythm of my body is what you love. Right now we’re doing exactly what we just did. Relax for me. On your skin you feel my lips. The warmth you feel is your body against mine. Relax for me… and I release you.”

“Shit!
” I hiss as Ezra releases my body in more ways than one. His fingers pull from my body and he slides off me to kneel between my upraised feet. “You’re a scary motherfucker, you know that?” I breathlessly taunt. “Who knew you could do that?” I unfurl until my feet are on the mattress on each side of Ezra’s knees.

“Only my patients
, and please keep this trick to yourself. I’d prefer that people don’t know I can rip into their minds and rearrange it.” Ezra evilly grins at me and rubs a palm around his wet chest.

My eyes seek out his flagging erection. I have a perverse fascination with flaccid cocks. I think it’s because if I
think
to look at mine, it’s already rising to my sight. Nothing is hotter than a well sated cock with cum dripping off the tip. I lick my lips, and Ezra gives me a wink and a chuckle.

“Have you done it to them?”
I ask of our friends and family.

“Of course…
And they never know I did it,” he nonchalantly murmurs, grabbing my pants and cleaning up with them.