Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (14 page)

“You’re big.” I moisten my lips with my tongue. “I mean are you big? You look it to me, but I’ve n
ever seen an aroused guy before,” I blush harder than before.

“Does it matter?” He asks in amuseme
nt.

“I’m just curious.” I say bashfully
and turn my face away.

“Am I bigger than your curling iron?” He teases me. His b
lue eyes twinkle in the light.

“Yes,” I
laugh. “Are you the average?”

“Ah- yes, scholarship-girl rears her head I see. I don’t know
,” he drawls. He tries to shrug, but leaves his hands on the finials.

“Come on! You’re a guy. You have to know if you are or aren’t. I’m
guessing you aren’t since you’re being so closed lipped.” I tease him back. I scrunch up my lips and pout- I really want to know.

“How about you, Regina, are you ave
rage?” He leers at my breasts.

“
No, I’m a D-cup. Cup size is a no brainer. We walk around with our boobs on display no matter how hard we try to cover them up. Guys are luckier.”

“I’d love to see you in your uniform with your blouse
unbuttoned to your waist. I would devour those healthy tits of yours. I nearly spill thinking of our son heartily nursing at your nipples,” rapidly pours out from between his lips in a deep, husky voice.

I
suck in a gasp as I envision his fantasy. I clench my thighs against the ache his voice creates. We stare at each other frozen in need.

His eyes darken as his pupils dilate in arousal and need. The tip of his penis beads with moisture and turns ruddy. The veins bulge and beat with his heart rate. I don’t know if it
’s the thought of me nursing or of having his child that arouses him, but if he’s turned on, so am I. 

“The average is around six-inches. I’m eight and a quarter inches long.
” He says proudly and I smirk.

“I knew it- ya liar. All men measure their dicks.” I laugh. “I bet that quarter inch makes a huge difference,” I tease him
with a roll of my eyes.

“You’ll find out
soon as you scream my name in ecstasy,” he rasps out roughly. “That quarter inch will drive you to heights your curling iron couldn’t reach,” he says knowingly.

I meet his gaze and
straddle his hips. My nightgown’s in the way and I roughly tear at it until it no longer separates our pelvises.

I
rock back on him and all I manage to do is to slide him up and over me. I groan in frustration, want, and pleasure. It feels incredible, but it isn’t what I want. I need him inside me. I do it again and still he doesn’t slide into of me.

“Regina,” Grant utters gently.

I reluctantly look down at him worried that his face will show that I’m an incompetent imbecile. I’m amazed to see that his face is slack with need and he looks back at me tenderly.

“I could help, but I know you want my hands to stay put. May I offer a suggestio
n?” His tone is level, like he’s worried that he’ll frighten me. Instinctively he knows that I
need
to do this myself.

“I’ve never done this before,” I squeak out in frustration. I usually pick
up things fast. Dammit, I’m good at just about everything- with the exception of sex, obviously.

“Slide back and fist me at the base.” His voice is steady
and his eyes never leave mine.
I do as he says. I sit on his thighs and look at him like he’s a complicated binary code I can’t figure out. I take a deep breath and grab him with my hand. My eyes pop in wonder. I thought he’d feel different, rough and hard. But he’s silky smooth and twitches in my hand.

I search his eyes
to see if I did what he wanted correctly. His eyelids are lowered, casting half-moons upon his cheeks. Slowly his eyes open leveling his bright-blue gaze on my hand. His lips part and he draws in a shaky breath.

“Now kneel with a knee on each side of my hips. Put your hand on mine for balance and lower yourself down on
to me,” he rasps out roughly. “Go slow,” Grant groans.

I lean forward and grip the headboard over his hand. I straddle
him and use my hand on his privates to find my entrance. I gulp and dig my fingernails into his hand as I impale myself on him. He groans and tremors beneath me.

I moan loudly and tilt my head b
ack at how incredible it feels, so hot and velvety. He’s barely inside of me and I want him all.

I grip both of his hands with mine to stabilize myself and dig my fingernails into his skin
He shudders again. I abruptly drop onto him until our bodies meet- my body swallows his fully and quivers as it tries to adjust to the invasion.

I don’t move;
I just reel from the impact of what I just did.

“I’m not a virgin anymore. Eighteen years was a long wait,” I laugh in shock.
“Goodbye to the last of my jaded innocence.”

He quivers under
neath me making small noises in the back of his throat. I can feel him beating inside of me. I grow suspicious when I feel moisture trickle out.

“You’re not coming already?” I ask in disappointment.

When I first came to terms that I’d have to have sex, I wanted to do it as fast as possible. I didn’t know it would feel this incredible.

“Not quite,” his
skin blazes red. He turns his face and rests his cheek on the pillow. I tighten my grip on his hands so he can’t get away.

“It was an accident. I didn’t orgasm. I’m still ready whenever you are.” His voice is embarrassed.
“So that’s not-”

“It’s exactly that. Regina, please,” he begs. The tone in his voice and the expression on his face has me moving against him.

“You feel so good,” spills unbidden from my lips. “People make such a huge deal over having sex. We’re told as kids to avoid sex and it makes us glamourize it. All it takes is a second of having someone inside of you and you’re no longer then same person you were an instant before. I don’t get it.”

“It is a big deal, Regina. Don’t trivialize it. It’s about connecting.”
His flexes his hands under mine and I dig my fingernails into his skin to stop him. He moans from the contact.

“I like that,” he groans out
, speaking of my nails. “We connect, Regina. If you were with someone else it wouldn’t feel like this. It would still be pleasurable, but nowhere near the same.”

“I don’t want to think or talk about oth
er people while we’re doing this, Grant,” I gasp in annoyance. I try to push Cora from my mind.

“Exactly.”
He grins up at me as if I just admitted something. “Either let go of my hands or put a few pillows under my back.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” I demand. I stop rolling my hips and
glower down at him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. I’m merely offering a suggestion. Just put the pillows under me and you’ll see, Mistress.”
He twitches his lips at me.

I flinch from the verbal smack.
I abruptly move my hands off his. How dare he call me that? It’s what he turned me into. I didn’t want to be reminded of it while I was doing it.

He
laughs at me, but not like he’s making fun of me. He’s feels bigger inside me and his face flushes.

“It’s not meant in that context.” He chuckles again. “I’m talking about how a virgin
, who was thrust into my life against her will, is riding me- controlling me- and I fucking love it. It isn’t that you’re my lover. It’s that you’re dominating me.” His eyes heat and it takes my breath away.

“You mean like a dominatrix?” I ask in shock.

“Precisely, Mistress Regina. My God, I can’t wait to see how you are when you’re my age. You’re superb now- just imagine. I hope I get to see it.” He flashes me a slightly evil grin and I find myself grabbing two pillows and putting them behind his back. He charmed me into doing his bidding. I smile sweetly down at him.

“Lean forward until our f
oreheads touch,” he instructs.

I slide forward and rest my face against his
, pressing our chests together. He shifts under me until he’s nearly sitting up and thrusts. I gasp at the sensation. It’s deeper and more intense. I hold still under his rapid onslaught.

I want him to hold me- grip my hips. I don’t tell him to let go of the headboard. He needs to earn it. I need to earn it.

We both pant, our breath mingling, neither of us moving that last inch to merge our lips in a kiss. I begin to move with him in a primal dance meeting him thrust for thrust. The clap sound echoes around my room.

I will not allow him to touch me and I will not allow him to kiss me first. I strike fast merging our lips and he cries out underneath me.
“Don’t you dare cum before me, Grant,” I warn with a bite of my teeth on his full bottom lip. He grunts, but doesn’t release.

“Let me touch you,” he
pleads.

“Th
e more you beg the longer you’ll have to wait. I may have been handed to you, but you will earn every touch. I’m not something you acquire or for your instant gratification, Mr. Whittenhower,” I purr into his mouth.  

I twist my hips and my clit rubs over his pelvis. The climax is instantaneous, no slow build up- I erupt. I cry out as Grant fights my hands on the headboard trying to gain my touch. Heat flashes through
out my body as I fight Grant for the upper-hand. He grunts loudly and swells. A second later he cries out and pours liquid fire inside of me. I press his hands with all my strength as I experience the strongest and longest lasting orgasm of my life.

I don’t relinquish my position
or release his hands. I slowly roll my hips against his as I regain my breath. His heart beats a rapid tattoo in his chest against mine.

I smile against his cheek and he
snickers. The power that infuses my system is heady and addictive. I understand Kristal’s comment that sex can become addictive. When I started this dance with Grant and his family I had no control. When I was avoiding them it was an illusion of control. I was meant to be here.

I think I just found the one thing that Grant wants more than money or his father’s acknowledgement- ME. I will use me against him. I will make him love me. I will make him feel special. I will make him see that he is worthy. I will give him everything that his father takes away from his soul- real pride.
And then I will take him and my unborn children way from Daniel Sr. and Cora. They tried to dictate my life; I will take from them what they hold dearest. They can keep their money. What good is it without family? I will do anything to survive.

“You have thirty seconds to get hard again and I
’ll reward you by releasing your hands,” I command huskily. I can’t believe the words flow from my mouth. It didn’t sound like me.

I wonder what I’d look like in a mirror right now. I can feel the flush burning my skin. My eyes must be bright. I’
ve never been high, but I doubt it’s better than the feeling roaring through my veins.

I rock on Grant’s lap and
he moans. He grows inside me, on-demand, proving my suspicions. He loves me controlling him just as his father controls every facet of Grant’s life. But I can offer more than he can. I’ll one day have millions to my name that I’ll earn with my brains, but I can trump him on children and sex. Daddy Whittenhower can’t provide that. He thought he was controlling me and now I control his son. Grant is mine.

Grant pistons into me and I abruptly release his hands. He grips my
hips and flips me over until I’m beneath him on the bed while he pile-drives into me. I scream and it isn’t from pain.

I fight him and he smacks my hands away. I pull his hair and he whimpers. I yank harder and slide out from
beneath him. I hop on his back and bite his shoulder. I smile in satisfaction as his fingers flex on the sheets. He likes it rough. I giggle while clinging to his back. He laughs wholeheartedly and it softens me even more towards him.

I slide off
of his ass and try to pull him onto his back so I can mount him again. My fingers tighten on his wrists and dent his skin. He harshly cries out and flips around. He pins me with his stare. I laugh thinking I finally won.

He lies still on the bed as I crawl back over him
dragging my skin against his. We both shudder from the sensation. I straddle his hips and don’t worry that I’ll be awkward since I’ve had practice now. I glide him into my body with the rock of my hips.

I close my eyes relishing the pleasure
of the sensation of rolling my hips against Grant’s. I squeak in surprise when I find my face smashed into the mattress with Grant gliding between my closed thighs. I feel so full and stretched to the limits. I nearly climax as he presses the length of his body on top of mine.

“You have to earn it, Mistress. I won’t relent so
easily,” he pants out roughly. We’re both breathing in large gasps. “If you can get out from underneath me and back on top, I’ll be in your service for life.” Grant roughly whispers into my ear, nipping the shell with his teeth.