Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (124 page)

I chuckle as Syn runs to the door. Poor girl is petrified of sex. Understandable with her past, but
it’s time to deal and move on.

“What the fuck, Marc?” She hisses at
me when the door doesn’t open.

“Lockdown, my tiny pain-dealer,” I tease. “You’re ours for as long as I want you here,” I threaten. A threat she knows I’ll go through with- as I did on her initiation. She better hope Dexter is willing to take her again- compromise.

She grudgingly stalks back to the edge of the dais and glares defiantly at me. I give her a toothy grin and she winces.

In reality this is an experiment. I want to see who stalks whom, who runs from whom, and who is willing to throw caution to the wind and grow. The reason I’m only using our Masters is that it’s more fun to twist those stubborn bastards past their limits. I already plan on driving certain people together and watching the chaos that ensues.

I didn’t invite our training Masters because I don’t know them well enough to predict their actions. I already know who is going to stalk whom and why. I even know who Syn will go to out of comfort. I rub my hands together like a villain and giggle sinisterly. I give a little hop and smirk.

“Rules: Just like in musical chairs, when the music stops, whoever is standing loses. When the heartbeat becomes a flat line, whoever is un-fucked is a sad panda,” I grin at my Masters before I deliver the final blow. “If you lose then you will be fucked- fucked by each and every one of us. So if you hesitate out of fear of homosexuality or dislike of a fellow Master, get the fuck over it. The consequences will be worse than what you can imagine. Understood?” I ask like I don’t care, and type on my cell
showtime!

I hear a few murmurs of agreement. Most of the Masters look around worriedly. I press send to Gunner and the beat speeds up fractionally.

I wait a few heartbeats and casually tuck my phone in my front pocket. “You better run,” I warn, and fucking chaos ensues. I tilt my head back and laugh manically.

“You,” I point at my prey and he freezes mid-step. “
Don’t fucking move,” I threaten, and a moment later flex my finger in a come-hither motion. He hops onto the dais and stares at me with stunned gray eyes- yeah, I’m going to finally fuck you, my beautiful cock-tease. 

The musical heartbeat gets louder and faster with every beat.
It amps up the Masters as they scramble to seek out a lover. I smile sweetly as my lover stands by herself with a sad, unsure look on her face, and she worries her tender bottom lip. She’s the most self-conscious person when it comes to her sexuality. She doesn’t even see the two men charging her from different directions.

“Suck it,” I hiss at my beautiful boy- he’s been teasing me since he was fourteen, and sucking my cock since he was eighteen.

“My beautiful boy,” I murmur affectionately, and he glares up at me. I grin down at him while he unzips my pants. He hates it when I call him that name. I gave it to him the first time I met him- his first words to me were flirtatious. He was testing my sexuality, and I pushed right back.

“Watch this,” I laugh to Cort, and yank his hair to mov
e his face towards the action.

Ezra is barreling towards Regina at a fast clip. He’s sprinting around fallen Masters, and jumping fucking bodies like hurdles. His eyes are locked on my future wife- my son wants to fuck his future step-mother- incestuous bastard. I chuckle when two men hunt him down like predatory animals culling the weak from the herd. Dalton slips and grabs Ezra’s ankles while Whitt rides his back to the ground. My three gay Masters are going to have a memorable time, just
like I knew they would.

“Whitt’s always wanted him,” Cort chuckles around my cock and I hiss. “Ezra’s been jonesing for Regina for months. I guess he won’t be too disappointed, though.”

“Stop chatting and get to cock-gobbling,” I taunt, and he grins at me. “I love you, my beautiful boy.”

“Don’t call me that,” he growls, and then bites the
head of my cock as punishment.

“Do that again,” I tauntingly hiss.

“Hold up,” I grab his hair to stay him. “Here we go,” I say giddily.

Regina is staring at the ground unsure what to do as the heartbeat is rapidly tattooing our eardrums. We’re thirty seconds from flat-lining. 

My attention is momentarily drawn away from Regina when Dalton and Whitt tag-team Ezra’s clothes. The expensive designer Italian suit is shredded in seconds.

“Who’s pitching a
nd who’s catching,” I chuckle.

“Ezra and Dalton are notorious catchers. Whitt’s only ever topped,” Cort
grumbles from around my cock.

“Five million that Ezra’s in the middle of a daisy chain,” I huskily laugh.

“Ugh…” Regina grunts when her stalker finally gets his wish. In a split second the pair is on the dais next to us, and a cock is shoved down her throat. Her huge green eyes glaze with shock.

“Oh, Regina,” Cort chuckles, “I wondered when you’d join us. My favorite cocksucker, too,” he teases in an annoying way that only Cort can get away with without a punch to the face. 

“I’m not sucking your dick again, fucktard,” Roman growls and purrs at the same time. Regina shows him how much my cocksuckers love a beautiful dick shoved down their throats. I’ve never been so proud of my beautiful lovelies. I’m a lucky bastard to have a future wife like Regina, and a lover like Cortez. They beg to suck it.

“I’m not taking that bet, Marc. If Whitt will only pitch and he’s obsessed with Ezra, then it makes sense that Ezra would be in the middle,” Cortez reasons.

“Good deduction,” I tease. “I predicted every one of the couplings.” I say arrogantly.
The heartbeat gives a single thump, and then an earsplitting flatline for ten seconds before it fizzles out to deafening silence. I look around the room and find no losers. My Masters bond on the most primal level.

Sure enough, Whitt is kneeling behind a writhing Ezra, with a very pleased Dalton in the front. I shake my head in disbelief. They will never be as satisfied as they are now. I have a feeling that threesome will be pleading for a rematch. My son has never made th
ose animalistic noises before.

“You’ve been slacking, you don’t make him grunt like that,” I taunt Cort and he bites me. I laugh at the punishment. He’ll be making that sound in a minute when I pound into his tight ass.

Katya and Dexter are like fucking magnets. If one is horny they seek each other out. They’re friends with no emotional attachments, but they sure do love to torture each other. Teeth and fingernails imbed into flesh as they ride each other in a brutal rhythm.

Devlin is showing his softer side by gently gliding inside an innocent Greta. The midnight flesh intertwines with the mocha flesh is gorgeous and erotic as hell. Her pleasurable whimpers make my cock twitch. I have no doubt that Devlin is wielding his cock with expert precision.

My reluctant, awkward lovers are friends, and very unsure about their union, but I knew they’d seek each other out of familiarity. Aaron looks like a spooked wild horse as he slowly rocks into Syn. Their bodies don’t touch accept for the juncture of their thighs. His big body eclipses her perfect, tiny body. I smile, and my body erupts with adrenaline when Syn’s eyes fog over in lust, and she starts to moan in pleasure.

With everyone happily bonding, I return my attention to my lovers-
I’ve been with all three of them
I think greedily. After all, I am a greedy bastard.

“Lovers,” I call to Cort and Regina, and they look at me, patiently waiting for their command. I chuckle- give either one of them a cock and they are putty in your hands.

“Please remove your clothing,” I pleasantly command, and they abide my wishes. I yank Roman to his knees, and he balks and purses his lips.

“I’m going to suck you, idiot,” I growl at him. “While they undress,” I purr seductively. 

Roman’s clothes disintegrate in an instant, and he looks expectantly down at his erection.
Get to sucking
his expression screams. I shrug and slowly his cock head passes my lips.

Regina’s gasp has my eyes on her. She’s only seen me do this once to our boy. After she figured out that Roman was once my lover- eons ago- I embarrassingly admitted it. What she just found out is that Cortez was Roman’s other suck buddy. Someday when I want to shock the shit out of her, I’ll admit that it was at the same fucking time- the three of us. I was impressed with our coordination. 

Cortez has seen this show before so his attention is on Regina’s delectable tits. God, I love those huge titties. He’s in heaven as his face motorboats those double-d’s. I ignore his hand on her pussy and his slowly inching cock. He can fuck her for a few thrusts, but that’s all I’ll allow- they are
MY
lovers. I’ve seen the lust-filled stares they toss at each other, and it makes the green-eyed monster rise in my chest. I fear they’ll like each other better than me. Same goes for Roman and Regina. I’ll give everyone a taste, but I’m the center of their universe when we’re together. I allow Cort to have his spouses when I’m not near, Regina to have Whitt, and Roman to play with whatever puts lead in his pencil. But if it’s us- I am the selfish bastard who gets everyone’s attention.

“Mmm…” I groan around Roman’s cock as I watch Cort take my future wife to the stage and slip smoothly inside her tight pussy. I groan again when Roman gives me a squirt of precum. I love his taste- not that I’ll ever admit it out loud. It’s nutty and slightly bitter. I also love the fact that my mouth is the only one that has been on this bare cock. Well, until a moment ago… he just took Regina’s mouth without a condom… He even made Cort wear one when he sucked him off, but not me. I’m just special like that. The Master of Masters gets the skin-on-skin treatment.

The moans echoing around the room pushes my libido to the brink. I’m drooling down my thigh like a tween with a porn mag.

Regina’s moan hits me in the spine, and it coils in my lower back preparing me for blast off. It pisses me off that the sound affects Roman just as it does me- Cocksu
cking, beautiful-haired freak.

I shuffle back, and spit out his throbbing cock. The green-eyed monster is pissed off. I stalk over to my lovers, and yank them a part with a growl.
She will only moan like that for me
I scream inside my mind. Damn that fucker’s exquisite cock!

I mount my woman, and give her ten brutal thrusts. She grunts with each one and comes around my cock like a vise-grip. My name is screamed, and it echoes around the dungeon. The sound takes up residence in the walls, and professes my ownership of everything and everyone inside these four walls. I fuck Regina as if I’m possessing- consuming her. Her grunts, whimpers, and pleas are music to my ears.

“Who fucks you, my love? No one fucks you like I do,” I growl and hiss at her, and give her a few more rough thrusts for good measure. She moves a few feet as I pound inside of her.

I kneel between her legs leaving her breathless and wide-eyed. I’m pretty sure I fucked her blind because she’s staring forward, sightless, with glazed-over eyes.

“She’s all yours,” I say cockily to Roman. “Let’s see you follow that up,” I taunt. “Cum inside of her and I’ll bite your dick off!”

I grab my other lover as he tries to crawl away from me. “Na-huh, you go nowhere, my beautiful boy. Your cock-teases days are over,” I promise.

Cort’s fingernails dig into the flooring of the dais as I pull him towards me. He struggles to get away, but his fear and arousal weakens his efforts. He was a thrust or two from squirting inside my womb- not allowed- not fucking allowed. MY WOMB! It belongs to my future children, and no man will sully it.

I flip a twitching Cort to his back and kneel on his thighs. “No getting away from me,” I promise.

He stares at me with spooked eyes, and I smile to comfort him. “It will be really good- I’ll make you cum from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.”

“That’s what I’m scared of,” he cries. “You’ve got a fat dick, and I’ve only done this once.” He starts
to panic, and I growl at him.

“Calm down or I’ll split your ass like a virgin at
a frat party,” I swear at him.

Roman gives me a snarky look. Mind reader that I am interprets it to mean
what kind of frat parties did you go to?

“You don’t even want to know,” I warn him, and my eyes seek out what he’s up to. Cort’s squirming ceases as he too is curious about Roman and Regina.

Regina lays there like a beautiful, limp doll with huge fuck-pillows. Her pupils are so dilated that her eyes appear black instead of vibrant emerald. Oh, Roman’s romancing my woman. He didn’t go in for the fuck- no, he’s tickling her cunny with his thin fingers and stroking her tits. I take a page from his playbook- I suck at the slow wave of romance.

Now that Cort’s not so squirmy and fighting my ass constantly, I gently lie on top of him and cuddle up. He murmurs his approval because he loves frotting. He spent two years acting like a spoiled little bitch begging for negative attention. He’d twist my nuts so badly that I’d snap and punish him, and then he’d get all cuddly, and yank our b
odies flush and rut against me. Sometimes he’d strip us naked so that our cocks could rub together, but he’d freak every time I went to enter him- even after Ezra popped his ass-cherry.