Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (100 page)

“My scene isn’t complete without release,” he continues to stroke Aaron.

“Oh my God… What the fuck, Roman?” My eyes bug-out and I’m rendered speechless.
Roman touches Aaron with clinical efficiency. He isn’t turned on by it or turned off. He’s just doing his job as a dominant. Aaron’s painfully aroused with every muscle strung tight. He’s moaning around the ball-gag and drool flows from the corner of his mouth. His chest tries to rise and fall rapidly but the straps impeded its movement.

“Does he know it’s you doing that to him,” I point at Roman’s hand giving a happy-ending massage.

“Sweetheart,” he gives me the exhausted sigh he only uses on me. “We’ve been training for years. Dalton was my training partner first. This isn’t my first handjob or my hundredth.”

He proves his abilities by stroking Aaron in a circular motion that has the poor guy groaning, and biting his gag.

I pretend I’m not turned on. Fire explodes in my belly and heats me from the inside out. I bite my lip as I watch. Aaron’s doing nothing for Roman, but my reaction creates a reaction in him.

“Um… do they do it to you?” I say to distract us from the decade’s old electrical current that’s always flowed between Roman and me.

“No,” he says without shame and gives Aaron’s second head a squeeze. “Aaron’s a tyrant when he tops and Dalton… um… he gets shy around me. We’re good friends and he… um… likes me like that. So he didn’t dare to touch me.”

“Is that all you’ve done?” I arch a brow and smirk. I remember Roman admitting to blow jobs with guys. I don’t know if he was on the receiving end or not.

“No,” he blushes and Aaron starts to shoot his load.
I giggle nervously and Roman joins me. I can tell Aaron’s trying to laugh too.

“Who and what?”
Tenacious- my name is Regina.

“No,” he smirks and wipes his hand off on a rag. “I’ll say that all of my same sex encounters occurred in this house and you’d be shocked to know with whom.” He laughs and starts to pry Aaron off the wall.

“Just one person?” I ask breathlessly.

“Two, not counting this kind of thing,” he gestures at little Aaron. He chuckles when my mouth drops open and I make an unintelligible sound.

“Is our training complete for the night?” Roman asks and looks to the doorway. I turn around and look, but see no one.

“Yeah, I’d say what you just did concluded the lesson,” I giggle. “I don’t even feel like I know you,” I try to sound judgmental, but I’m just teasing.

“It’s a go,” Roman shouts and I startle.

“What?” I stand up and look aroun
d in confusion. “What’s a go?”

Chapter Thirty-Four

“AAHH!” I scream. “Put me down, Jamie!” I pound my fists into his back. I don’t know how a man who looks so slight can maneuver me so easily. He’s always been able to do it. This time he has the element of surprise on his side.

He jogs up the stairs and tosses me on his bed. I struggle to my feet and try to get past him. I’m tossed back on the bed, but Jamie’s still standing in the doorway smirking at me.

“What? Let me go,” I screech as Marc straddles my thighs.

I struggle to get away. “Stop it!” I flail in a pan
ic. “You can’t do this to me.”

“Bind her,” Marc orders breathlessly
and Jamie approaches the bed.

“NO!” I pull my hands away and try to bury them in the blankets.

Marc rides my belly like a bucking bronco as I go batshit crazy. Both men try to get my hands and miss every time.

“Roman!
Aaron! HELP!” I scream loudly.

Marcus laughs maniacally, “He helped us. Tonight’s training session was ruse to get you
here. Aaron was in on it too.”

I turn into a total girl and start paddling my hands in his face and few come in contact. He can’t catch my hands because they’re moving so fast.

“HELP! HELP!” I keep screaming so that the neighbors will call the cops.

“What kind of Master of the Universe would I be if the Brownstone wasn’t soundproof,” Marc ga
sps as he tries to contain me.

A silk rope lassos my left wrist and I whimper. Jamie pulls it taut and ties it to the eyebolt set into the wall. I punch Marc in the side of the head with my r
ight fist and he growls at me.

“That one was for free. The next one will be repaid,” he warns.
Challenge accepted- I punch him again as he tries to restrain my arm.

Jamie freezes and Marc looks at me in shock. He’s not going to do it- it was just a threat. I smirk at him and renew my efforts.

“Ugh!” All the air in my lungs whooshes out when Marc punches me in the face. “I… I… I can’t believe you did that,” I stutter in shock and rub my jaw. I punch him again…

“Ugh!” I grunt.

“Keep it up, Regina. I have two hands to your one. I don’t give a shit if you’re a girl or not. You punch me and I’ll punch you,” he growls.
I look at him contemplating it and he smirks.

“Let’s negotiate. Why are you tying me up?” I try to sound calm and businesslike even though Marcus is sitting on my stomach and we just had a punch duel. My abrupt change in attitude has Jamie laughing his monster in the closet sounding laugh.

“I’ve tried to negotiate for fifteen months- no more,” he says huskily.

I struggle again. I buck my hips trying to knock him off. I kick my legs and slap his face. He keeps counting as I fight. Jamie catches my right a
nkle and ties it to the floor.

“What the fuck? Do you have eyebolts stashed everywhere?” I frantically s
hout.

“We prepared for a few weeks. I warned you and you ignored me,” Marc says arrogantly so I slap him again and he says six.

“I hate you,” I seethe when all of my limbs are tied off and my body resembles an X.

“Right now I might agree with you,” Marcus pants. “I was going to try this alone. I thought for sure Jamie and I would be enough. Next time I’m bringing reinforcements.”

“There won’t be a next time,” I hiss between clenched teeth.
“There better not be, but we’ll do this over and over until you learn your lesson,” Marc gasps.

Jamie crawls on the bed and cradles my head in his lap. His palms hold my face immobile and it frightens me.

Marc straddles my lap and angrily stares down at me. “You made me have to do this. I warned you and I’m not happy that I have to strike you. But what kind of man would I be if I went back on my word. Six,” he growls.

Jamie’s hands slide down and cup my neck with his thumbs stabilizing me behind my ears. Before I can even blink Marc punches me in the jaw and slaps me five times across the cheeks. I don’t make a noise because I’m so fucking shocked. I swallow audibly and my eyes are huge.

“Apologize for making me hit you,” he demands.

“I’m sorry?” I end with an upwards inflection making my apology sound like a question.

His heavy weight disappears and he walks over to Jamie’s dresser.
“What the hell is this?” I spit out. “I’m the mother of your fucking children, Jamie. How can you do this to me,” I rage.

I scream wo
rdlessly when he laughs at me.

“Good,” Marcus praises. “Get it out of your system. You’ve held it in for way too long. You need to heal a
nd this is your intervention.”

“No,” I protest in denial.

I’ve held a lot of interventions for Ezra and Cortez. I start to quiver in fear. Jamie smirks down at me without a shred of remorse, and he patronizingly rubs my cheeks.

“Where to begin… Do you want to start, Jamie?” Marc looks at his ol
dest friend with patient eyes.

Jamie moves off the bed in affirmation. I can’t see what he’s signing to Marc so I make Whitt’s notorious sound of frustration.

“We’re working out how we want to proceed,” Marc huffs impatiently at my behavior. “Jamie’s will have to be in two parts with mine in the middle. There’s a lot more history to work through for you two.”  Marc sits on the edge of the bed and begins rubbing my feet.

Jamie straddles my hips and gazes down at me with guileless eyes.
I already told Marcus what I wanted to say.

“Since you wouldn’t listen to me or Jamie after thousands of attempts, we’re tying your ass down and you will listen this time,” Marc growls and pinche
s all of my toes in punishment.

“Frustrated isn’t a strong enough word. After I found out what Jamie said to you,
naturally, I spoke with him.”

“Naturally,” snidely
flows from my mouth unbidden and Jamie retaliates by smacking me across the face.

“HEY! What the fuck, you mute asshole!” I holler.

“Respect, Regina, get some,” Marc scolds me. “I will explain this in terms you will understand. You love Whitt with your entire being. You fear he won’t fly from the nest if you’re with him, so you pushed him away. When that didn’t work for either of you, you said you’d reward him with endless sex if he found a boyfriend. Is this correct?”

“Yeah, I doubt he’ll want it after he has a taste of Dalton,” I snicker.

“Evil,” Marcus approves. “It’s for his own good, correct?”

“Yeah, he was using me as a crutch. He’s scared of what he wants and he doesn’t know how to get it. He could be happy as a traditional family, but I wouldn’t be. It would be a good life, but I love him too much to
sacrifice his true happiness.”

“Thank you for explaining, Regina,” Marcus praises and I try not to bask in the warm glow. “Do either of you fe
el rejection because of this?”

“No, we accept reality,” I mumble and Jamie caresses my face. “It’s weird talking about this with Whitt’s daddy sitting on my lap,” I tease because I’m uncomfortable.

“I have a point to make for Jamie. Did you love Jamie?” Marc’s soothing voice lulls me into confessing my deepest pain.

I close my eyes and turn my face away. Tears flow and I sniffle. My emotions are obvious and I
let them speak for themselves.

“Are you scared of what you
want, Regina?” Marcus coaxes.

“Shut up!” I spit at Jamie and Marcus. Jamie’s muteness is screaming inside my mind.

“I know what you want, and you’ve avoided it for years. Whitt and Jamie know what you’re scared of. Perhaps Jamie feared clipping your wings,” he says softly and massages my feet to lessen the blow, but the pain is too much to accept. 

“Stop,” I moan in agony.

“I will not,” Marc defies me. “You will accept reality. You would’ve stayed with Grant forever. Once you found Jamie, you would have created a happy life for him and your children. Jamie would have been your crutch, Regina. You aren’t meant for each other, just as Whitt isn’t meant for you. We all have a pivotal role to play in each other’s lives- different roles. Jamie is submissive-”

“He didn’t feel submissive when he slapped me,” I growl.

“Submissiveness doesn’t equate weakness, Regina. As I was saying… you cannot partner with Jamie. He needs a gentler female as you need a more stubborn male.”

I snort and Jamie smacks me again- hard. “What the fuck? Is he the respect police tonight?” I hiss snidely and rub my stinging cheek on the comforter.

Jamie laughs and leans down to kiss all my booboos. I flail in my binds. I envision beating the fuck out of him, and it makes me grin.

“I believe he has decades of frustration that needs released. He doesn’t like how disrespectful you are towards me. I’ve tried to tell him that partners have free-reign to ruin and decimate each other, but he disagrees.”

“He hasn’t been around Cort and Ezra together has he? Throw Kat into the mix and you might as well grab a mattress and place wagers.” I joke and then get serious. “I understand that Jamie and I aren’t meant to be together. It wouldn’t matter anyway,” I trail off.
“That is my point, Regina. We all watched you and Whitt consummate your marriage. It was painfully revealing. It was the most agonizing moments of my life. It was bittersweet for Jamie. His son was happy, really happy. The two of you together was life changing. I let you go because you were it for Whitt. That is why you didn’t hear from me. I wanted you to figure out what you wanted. I will talk further on that when it’s my turn. You saw Jamie the next afternoon and he let you go. A love of a parent is endless, and he loves his son. Whitt wanted you, so Jamie gave you up. You let your insecurities cloud you from the truth. You heard what you wanted to hear and you pushed everyone away. If you don’t think that I heard a billion tales of how you were closing yourself off sexually then you’re an idiot. I thought you were making love to your husband, and so did Jamie.”

“How did you find out?” I ask ashamed.

“Ezra asked Whitt, and then they both came to me. I ignored it until you told us what Jamie said to you. Whitt beat the truth out of Jamie. He wants you. He thinks you’re sexy. He’s just scared that you won’t meet your fears head-on and he doesn’t want to be a lifetime consolation prize. He’s going to show you how sorry he is for making you feel sad about your body. Don’t fight it,” Marcus warns.