Read KING (Mistress & Master of Restraint) Online
Authors: Erica Chilson
“Whore?”
Daniel demands and Dalton winces.
“She’s the game creator’s granddaughter. She has a side game going. She plans to fill every seat with her spawn- Poof, game over
. Since rules dictate you can’t play against your blooded family members, her life’s work has been mixing the bloodlines. She wants all seven to be mingled, even working on Regina and Marcus in case they join the game. Mine is… pure of her Meyers’ blood. Fontaine and Holden are the last hold-outs.” I pray he didn’t catch that I didn’t mention his family. “But where’s the fun in ending the game? I will never mix my blood with that whore’s… Now get to sucking, you know I don’t joke,” I demand, fingers popping the button on my trousers. I pull my dick out, enjoying the non- constriction of the open air.
“You’re serious?” Pretty Boy looks between me and Dalton, gauging our reactions. I chuckle when Dalton eagerly hops up from his chair and prowls over to me, licking his lips
on the way. I arch my hips in anticipation. I’m starving for their touch. It’s been weeks since anyone has touched me. I’ve had to feed my skin hunger by cuddling my kids. It’s not the same as sensual intimacy, though.
“I’ll even tell you who he is. I’m sure he’ll retire, but you’ll probably kill him anyway,” I sound teasing, but I’m dead-fucking-serious. When I get home, I’ll have to lock Whitt in with Ava. Those two will decimate the entire Whittenhower line. “Bonus, I want sucked by you both at the same time. Olivia is the bitch calling the Fontaine shots. She has two enforcers,” I tease. A laugh rumbles up my throat when Whitt’s feet falter.
“You’re not fucking around, you know everything,” Whitt mumbles in awe.
“Everything,” I drawl. “Join me on the top, and we’ll dominate them. You’ll know how to protect everyone because you’ll be the target,” I lure him into my trap. It’s lonely at the top. I want my Cort to join us, too, but he’s not one of us. Whitt is so fogged with lust and greed that he doesn’t question why Dalton isn’t surprised.
Daniel numbly stands in the middle of the floor, gapping at me, as Dalton strips him of his pajamas and t-shirt. I huskily laugh as Dalton eagerly yanks his own clothes off and he’s already rock-hard. That kid is addicted to the rush of being bad. We’ve already discussed Olivia retiring and him joining me. The Fontaine enforcers even agreed, ready and willing to stage a coup. But then again, Devlin and Sebastian would lick Dalton’s feet if he asked. I was surprised when Dalton said he wasn’t opposed to matricide. No wonder Syn and Dalton get along. Whitt’s a lucky fuck.
After six months of constant companionship, Dalton is completely comfortable around me. He is vibrant and excited, he holds nothing back. It’s innocent and naughty at the same time- addictive as hell and scorching hot. Dalton is pure sex that I crave. As he teases the boy-next-door, the difference is enticing. Between the two of them, everything I could ever desire is standing before me.
Dalton may be small, but his muscles have defined over the past few months. Pale, pierced, and inked, he’s has a badboy air about him. Onyx hair swings around his face, hiding and revealing those devastatingly green eyes that piece your soul. That monster cock of his makes me salivate. On the opposite end of the spectrum, Daniel is perfect- everywhere. Tan, silky skin covers long, lean muscles, and not a hair on his body. He is just exquisitely perfect. Together, the perfect and the flawed, create an unbreakable partnership and the hottest fantasy I could ever imagine. This… these gorgeous boys… for once, reality is better than fantasy.
“You’re not lying?” Daniel inspects my face, trying to read my emotions.
“Actually, you’re one of the few I haven’t lied to,” I truthfully admit, the revelation surprises me. “Remember lying in bed at night, feeling devastating loneliness? Well, I don’t have to be in bed to feel it. I’ve been alone since Ray stole me while Cort slept on peacefully. I lost my innocence, I was thrust into this sick game, and I lost Cort in the three days he was abducted with me. The only ones who know this about me, are the other family heads, their enforcers, and mine. I’m alone, and I want my friends up there with me. I want to be free of the lies. I want to take our families back. I don’t want her corrupting us anymore. Once in, you can’t leave, so let’s reinvent the game on that whore. Join me. Join Dalton. The three of us can rain hellfire on that cunt’s head. Trust me, Daniel, you’ll hate her more than I ever could. She creates children and sprinkles them around like changelings.”
Dalton roughly fist’s his man’s hair and yanks him to the bed
to distract from the live-altering admission I just made. I worry about Daniel’s dominant nature rising at Dalton’s rough handling, but he has a wide grin on his face. He’s silently laughing, dimples dented, as Dalton tugs him to the bed.
Dalton was a happy
surprise; he’s naughty and strong- positively diabolical. He’d have to be or Daniel would steamroll over him.
“Suck him off,” Dalton commands, fingers twisted in a laughing Daniel’s hair. “I want to watch you swallow him whole,” he salaciously purrs, his French accent deepening.
“Holy shit,” I hiss, arching off the bed when Dalton’s nimble hand wraps around the base of my cock. Neither has ever touched it. My eyes widen in surprise as Dalton playfully wiggles my cock around with one hand and forces Whitt’s head down with his other. Hot breath sears my skin as Pretty Boy hysterically laughs at Dalton’s demands.
“Do a good job,” Dalton warns him
. “And you,” he points at me, “you don’t move. Just lay there. You’ve earned the attention.”
“I like this side of you,” I tease. “No longer willing to kneel at anyone’s feet. So fucking hot,” I groan.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Dalton warns us all. “I’m pretty sure you’re only the second guy to have the pleasure of your lips wrapped around this dick. Isn’t that right, Ez? It’s time we added some real men to your ranks. Cortez is a spineless coward.”
Ezra luxuriates under their attention. He practically purrs over the fact that Dalton is angered over Cort’s
misbehavior. Master Ez flashes us a small smile and turns his back. He enjoys the pleasure, but he doesn’t want to watch. I pull all my emotional control and some that Master Ez lends me, to keep Ezra out of the driver’s seat. After a few tense moments where Master Ez hisses that he’ll take over and leave if Ezra doesn’t shut up and go along for the ride, I am firmly in control. Me, the sum of my parts- Ez.
I’ve oft
en wondered what it would be like to be free in one’s mind, to experience instead of fight one’s self. I know no other way… this is my normal.
Master Ez is content. Ezra is giddy with lust-filled attention. Me, Ez, is very happy, indeed. Someday, my bed will be as this one is, filled with three people that equally want each other. If not, I may cut my losses. If they don’t feel we’re good enough, well… all three of us say fuck off.
My mind struggles as I watch Whitt’s face zero in on my twitching cock. Saucer-sized blue eyes hold my attention as a pink tongue licks the head of my dick. I moan deep from my chest and fall lax to the mattress. My gaze flicks to Dalton’s. I need him to be okay with his partner touching me. I respect both boys, I care for them, and I don’t want to push them apart. He winks at me, eyes glitter with lust. I’d taught them well, the difference between play, intimacy, and real life. The three of us, though, we are a combination of play and friendship. That’s its own kind of intimacy.
“Don’t be a tease,” Dalton breathlessly hisses, “suck it.”
I can’t watch, it’s way too intense. Spine bowing, fingers clawing the bedspread, mouth open in ecstasy, I writhe as Daniel takes me inside his body. Soft, silky, moist heat encloses my throbbing dick, a hot tongue swirling around the tip.
“Don’t get me off,” I hiss. “I have other activities I need to be hard for.”
“You heard the man, he wants teased,” Dalton croons to Daniel. “Don’t use all your oral skills,” he chuckles. I arch a brow at that. I know what Pretty Boy is capable of when he employs that mouth of his- twenty-six seconds is his record. Impressive, even the cocksucker Cort can’t do that.
I close my eyes and flex my hips in a rocking motion as Pretty Boy slowly worships my cock. Small hands divest me of my clothing, fingers skating over my skin, feasting after months of
starvation. I’ve been hungry for attention, but the boys have been hungry for me. Every time I denied their touch, I knew it would ramp up their desires to have me in their bed.
“Ugh,” I grunt, “Frenchie, I fucking love that. Don’t stop,” I moan as Dalton sucks on my thigh, working his way north. My blood boils when his soft mouth envelopes my sack- warm, wet suction has me quivering in delight. My eyelids become so heavy nothing could pry them apart. I arch my neck and moan my pleasure to the ceiling.
“It’s been so long,” I cry out in agony. “Thank you!”
“Any
time,” Daniel grumbles around my cock, the reverberation vibrates along my shaft and strikes me in the nuts. Dalton’s tongue joins the erotic suction. I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better view of the boys making out, tongues dueling on my cock. I nearly cum from the sight.
“Shift to the side,” Dalton purrs, hands pushing his partner at an angle. After some maneuvering I’m back in a near-orgasmic state of bliss. Daniel is working his magic on my dick and the soft warmth of Dalton is near my thighs.
“The fuck?” I hiss when ice-cold liquid pours down my balls, moistening my crack. My eyes flip open and meet Dalton’s. He kneels between my legs with a shit-eating grin on his gorgeous face and a bottle of lube in his hand. My eyes latch onto the stream flowing from the bottle.
Surprise has
my control momentarily slipping- Ezra has my legs wide open in less than a heartbeat. I push the wounded boy back, but I agree- I want that twelve-inch cock impaling us. Even Master Ez looks over his shoulder in perverse interest. Dalton is a glorious sight: glowing green eyes, messy black hair, a ruby-kissed smirk, and a cock that could pound nails.
“Did I die and go to heaven?” I incoherently mumble, and
a pair of laughs flow from their lips.
“This… this I have to see,” Whitt purrs, kneeling at my side and grabbing the bottle of lube from his partner’s hand. “Go slow, make it last.”
No matter how badly I hunger to watch, my eyes slip closed at the agonizing pleasure of Dalton penetrating me in the most intimate of ways. After the six months of constant companionship, I infallibly trust them. Both of them can do whatever the fuck they want to me, and I’d gladly take it with a smile on my face.
Silky smooth
, Dalton’s hard length slides inside of me. I want to scream from the sweet agony. My body beads with gooseflesh and electrical shocks prick my nerves. My skin tightens to the point that my bones feel compressed. My eyelids flutter as I try to control them. I want to see.
Dalton, a
sheen of sweat glistens on his small chest as his mouth opens on a groan. Slowly he pumps into me, eyes flicking between mine, Daniel’s, and the junction of our bodies. He looks awed, surprised, hellaciously shocked that he’s inside me. Daniel… Daniel looks hungry.
“You,” I swallow hard, “You are the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen,” I whisper in awe. Tattoos span his chest, new ink:
Expié Racheté Transformé
. Atoned Redeemed Transformed is written above the shiny silver glinting in his nipples. It never fails to arouse me, the sight of the crown riding an inch above that impressive cock. As I stare, so does Whitt. We both look at Dalton and he looks back at us like we’re crazy. He shakes his head and laughs.
“Stroke his dick,” Dalton chuckles out the command, his dominant persona turning bashful. “Use the slippery stuff.” He ducks his head, kissing my knee, to block our sight of his blushing face.
“Wouldn’t want to give him an ego or anything,” Daniel teasingly breathes while squeezing liquid all over my twitching cock. I shiver and groan from the cold pleasure. He laughs at me when I jackknife of the bed from his hot palm connecting with my cooling flesh. “Dalton is spectacular, though,” he mumbles, eyes darting to the bashful Frenchman hiding his crimson face against my knee. Dalton’s lips spread into a wide grin against my skin a heartbeat before he rises. The grin he flashes is pure sin.
“Good and wet?” he asks Pretty Boy
, his dominance returning even though he’s still blushing. Dalton’s small hand grips me and gives a strong tug. I nearly spill into his hand from the simple touch. “Perfect,” he purrs. “Hop on. Your choice who you wanna face.”
“OH. MY.
GOD.” I groan in disbelief.
Daniel tips his head back and laughs at the ceiling. “Dude, I promise you’re still alive. No need to pray. We’ve been choreographing this out in our fantasies for months. There was no way in h
ell you were getting out of our bed without being sandwiched. I volunteered to be the bottom. I want you to inside me,” he purrs against my cheek, breath scorching my flesh.
My fingers clench the fabric of the bedspread. I grit my teeth and call upon Master Ez to help me stop the release that’s flooding up my cock. Ezra’s so excited, that he’s trying to help for once.
All three of us want to last as long as we can. Master Ez doesn’t even turn around, he watches expectantly with a smirk on his face.
“I want to watch your face,” Pretty Boy murmurs as he straddles my hips.
His thick thighs are a heavy press of comfort. The warmth of the sensation has me groaning in ecstasy. “This way we can both see you, and Dalton can hug my back while he strokes me off. Prop him up for me so I can slide down,” he calls over his shoulder.