Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (109 page)

“I wasn’t referring to Cortez,” I grumble. The asshole’s gonna make me say it out loud.

“Who?” He asks out of curiosity.

“Katya,” I spit. Her name sticks on my tongue and tastes like jealousy.

“What. The. Hell. Regina?” Marc drawls slowly and tries to catch my eyes.
“I thought you’d go home to her. She’s been your lover for almost three years,” I bite out in a pissy tone. 

“Did the term suddenly change its
definition. Should I
Google
it?” He teases me to lighten the tense, yet, somber mood that has fallen in my bedroom.

“I know exactly what the word means,” I say snidely.

“If I’m your lover than you must be mine, too.” He says confidently.

“I have no lover,” I flatly say.

His gasp of pain draws my gaze. “Why?” His voice is agonized.

“Marc, you and I haven’t touched like that in year
s,” I trail off and look away.

“It’s not about sex, Regina,” he gasps. “I’ve tried,
but you always push me away.”

“I won’t
be your mistress,” I bite out.

“What does this have to do with Diane?” He fists my blankets in his hands, and if I had to guess, i
t’s so he doesn’t throttle me.

“I’m no
t speaking of Diane,” I growl.

“What the fuck, Regina?” His voice is strung so tight, that one more infuriating comment from me will mak
e it snap.

“Katya,” I breathe.

“What the hell does this have to do with my daughter-in-law?” He hisses at me. “This is between you and me.”

“I won’t get in between you and your happiness,” I whisper to contain the sob that tries to expel with my words.

“See? That is the shit I was talking about- parallel conversation. I have no fucking clue what we’re even talking about anymore.” He yells at me out of angry frustration.

“Katya and Cortez and you, and how you asked her to be the mother of your children.” I’m surprised at how strong my voice is since I d
readed saying the words aloud.

“Don’t believe everything you read,” he laughs when I glare at him. “Nice of you to slander me in your publication, but your information is incorrect, I assure you.”

“You know?” I’m stunned.

“I do now,” he chuckles. “I thought it was cute.”

“I wanted the kids to bond and deal with all of our shit,” I growl.

“Back to our shit,” he stresses. “I thought we’d covered all of this during your intervention at the Brownstone. I’m glad I don’t have to tie you up to get you to talk, but it’s like you’re speaking in tongues. I am not Katya’s lover, and I didn’t ask her to be
my baby’s mama,” he snickers.

“I don’t fucking find that funny, asshole! I don’t see Cortez as cheating. I think you touching him
is beautiful. Just looking at Katya feels like a betrayal and you fucking joke about it!” My voice cracks under the strain of my emotions.

“You’re jealous of Katya,” he says incredulously with wide eyes. “I thought you were friends?”

“Fuck you!”

“I’ve tried, lover. You won’t let me touch you,” he groans in frustration and looks away from me.

“Don’t call me that,” I spit and get in his face.

“Well, if there was one person other than you that I could classify as a lover, it would be our asshat,” he chuckles. “You’re jealous,” he throatily laughs and his eyes glitter with mirth.

“Why are you enjoying my jealousy?” I scowl and bite my tongue against the flow of curse words that want to sting him.

“Jealousy means you feel propriety, which means you see me as yours. I rather like knowing that. Your coldness
has made me doubt my appeal.”

“Fucking liar,” I hiss.

“It’s true,” he says sadly. “I try to make you feel wanted. I know you have the propensity for self-doubt, especially about your sexuality. Once in a while you hungrily gaze at me, and it makes me feel alive. The rest of the time you hide from me.”

“Marcus, you didn’t call me for two years!” I scream in fury.

“I was running,” he says calmly in comparison to my shit-fit. “I think you understand the thoughts that make us run from the other. The last two years you’ve been running while I chase you. At first I thought you were doing it on purpose, and now I understand your reasoning. I’d call us even,” he says smoothly and it angers me.

“We’re not even,” I h
iss and he laughs. “Fuck you!”

“Gladly, you’re driving me mad. Are you frustrated too, lover?” He says in a sultry cadence that makes my blood boil-
boil with what, I don’t know. 

“You’ve been getting enough sex. Don’t bother,” I grumble and start pacing again.

“Stop that,” he growls and intercepts me. “You’re making me dizzy. You’re like a tiger in a cage.” He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me to stand between his thighs.

“Other than Cort’s welcoming mouth and a few grinding sessions, I’ve been sex free,” he murmurs proudly, like I should give him a g
old star for being a good boy.

“I’ve seen your cock crammed down that skank’s throat,” I hiss.

I palm his forehead and shove until he’s out of my path, and resume my pacing.
His throaty laugh follows me around the room. “You make me feel like a man,” he says happily without a shred of sarcasm.

I stop in my tracks. “Huh?” I scrunch my forehead.

“You just called your friend a skank all because you want me that much,” he laughs. “I’ve been with Katya twice. Once to ease Ezra’s fears and you remember the outcome of that night. The night you addicted him to latex attached to a leather harness,” he snickers. “The second was to help her through her reaction to Adelaide.”

“Ah, fucking her made her feel so much better,” I say snidely and curl my fingers into fists.

He ignores my angry outburst and my furious reaction, and keeps talking over me. “I’ve punished her a handful of times. Cort and I touch in private and fight in public. But I’m dying for you,” he hungrily growls. “I ache,” his voice is so deeply filled with longing that he causes me to ache for him in return. 

“I’m not having sex with you, Marcus.” I want it to sound angry, but it’s
soft and filled with denial. 

“Make love to me,” he demands.

“No,” I say unconvincingly.

“I hear the pitter patter of your feet running away from me,” he chuckles. “Run, Regina, Run! I’ll chase, and when I get you, I will take what’s mine.” His eyes glitter with mischievousness like he’s envisioning the pursuit and the take down of his prey. I shiver in anticipation.

“What do you want from me?” I don’t mean for it to sound breathless, but it comes out that way for some reason.

“You’re not ready for that. If you still feel the need to run from your needs, then you’re not ready to hear what I want.” His face is serious, and then it transforms into devastation. I freeze because he’s going
to say something I won’t like.

“I know what you’re thinking, and I know how you feel about me. I will chase after you forever. Your jealousy was all I needed to know. You want me. You brought up children, marriage, sex, lovers, making love. You didn’t even realize that it could be taken in a different context. You want to be mine and you want me as yours. You want to be the one to give me the greatest gift you can give the man you love. I can wait forever now,” he says cheerily.

“You’re batshit!” I push him on the bed and he giddily laughs at me.

“Hmm… I like it when you’re passionate,” he purrs. “Hit me like you hit Jamie. That was the most disturbing shit I’ve ever seen.” He crawls on the
bed until we’re face-to-face.

“It was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes against my face and I shudder.
“The passion of fury. I bet you’re just as resentful and angry at me. Admit it,” he bites out.

I hiss and back up. He looks pleased with my reaction and it pisses me off.
I shove him hard, and he grabs my hand and holds it over his heart. “Love tap,” he purrs.

“You’re impossible,” I try to sound angry, but I laugh.

He smirks at me knowingly. I close my eyes to his raw sexuality. No one on the planet has the effect on me that he does.

The sexiest sound I’ve ever heard floods my ears and I sway to its music. Marcus groans again as he tries to control himself.

“If you don’t want me to love on you, then you better stop flushing with arousal. Christ, Regina,” he groans. “I’m a man.”

I pounce. I shove him to the mattress and tear at his t-shirt and pajama bottoms until he’s naked. He tries to fight me and keeps growling and snapping like a wild animal. I feel empowered because we’re the same height, weight, and power level. We fight against each other with equal force. We’ve both met our match, and we revel in it.

I shed my nightgown, and scream out in satisfaction as I impale myself on his painfully aroused cock. He slides home and immediately starts to cum. It hurts as my body tries to adjust to the invasion. Marc is the largest man I’ve ever been with. He isn’t the longest, but it’s damned close- it’s the girth. Jamie’s attempt at fisting me hurt like a sonofabitch, but Marc’s cock is as big around as a soda can.

The newly risen masochist in me revels in the painful pleasure of having the love of my life deep inside me. The fact that he emotionally hurts me more than
anyone, is the pain that pushes me off the precipice. I grunt my release as he fires his seed deep within me.

My name is screamed throughout the room as I erratically ride him, and he jerks and pours hot inside my waiting womb. I’m so damned jealous that I swear under my breath for being on birth control. Just the thought has me painfully coming. I don’t know if it’s a second orgasm or the thoughts swirling in my head create the longest, most intense orgasm of my life.
I cum from my mind, because my body hurts too much to derive any real pleasure from the act. This is a mental fucking at its finest.

I’m flipped, and then pinned on the bed. “Regina,” he snaps in fury- his teeth gnashing together an inch from my face. “You just took what you
wanted,” he growls in earnest.

I’m fucked within an inch of my life. It makes the brutal fucking on the dock seem like a smooth   glide. Marcus possesses me, consumes me, and chews me up and spits me back out. I’m clawed, bruised, bitten, and scent marked.

My headboard bangs on the wall, and the nightstand’s contents rattle from the force. Marcus is drilling his way into my body. No one has ever been this far inside me. I think he’s trying to possess my womb. A warm sensation flows from my body. Its weight is too thin to be Marc’s spending, and too thick to be the moisture I rain- blood. He bleeds me like a virgin being viciously taken by a feral animal.

Every thrust he angrily growls, “Bad girl, my naughty Regina. Taking what she wants, inconceivable.”

His sweat and saliva drip from his face and slide down my cheeks. He’s punishing me for running. He’s punishing me because we’re equals, and he’s scared that I’m stronger than him. He’s punishing me because we love each other too much and it will destroy us.

“Don’t like the conquest. I thought I made you feel like a man,
” I snidely say and he growls.

“We’re equals. Quit fucking dominating me!” He shouts at me and viciously thrus
ts a deep grunt from my chest.

I flip him over in retaliation and yank his hands over his head, and then I ride the hell out of him. He can’t move with me pinning him down and it makes him furious. We’re fighting over who gets to be Master of our Universe. I don’t want the job. I want him to see we can happily do it side by side. He needs to learn that if we work together anything is possible. Instead, he fights for his position. He doesn’t want me on top because he still sees himself as above me.

His teeth snap and he brutally bites my throat. An orgasm slams into me out of nowhere. My hips slow as the blood and semen mix with my own natural moisture, triggering my body to finally feel the intense pleasure of Marcus deep inside me. He calms and intently watches me orgasm. His tongue laps my neck in apology over the angry bite he placed there. Marc’s face transforms from fury to devotion. He gently holds me while I moan my release, clenching my inner-muscles on his spasming cock.

“You don’t like me fucking you?” I teasingly arch an eyebrow. “Pretty sure you said I’d only get the one chance,” I breathlessly throw his words back at him. “What do you call this,” I salaciously say as grind my hips on him.

Marc’s eyes narrow and he growls. I’m shocked when he bites me hard enough that blood flows down my neck. I screech in protest as he worries at my throat.

“Why are you fighting me?” I hiss in a dozen different kinds of pain. “I’m trying to prove a point and you’re not getting it. You just fight me. I don’t want to top you. I want to prove that I’m strong enough to lead by your side.” I whimper and hide my face in the crook of his neck.

“I want to make love to you, not battle,” he sighs, the fight bleeding right out of him.

“Then don’t pound me like you’re insane. My pussy is pulverized,” I laugh and he groans in pleasure. “You love it when I laugh,” I say softly remembering our first time.