Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (37 page)

Marc collapses to the sofa-back and pulls me with him. I struggle to get up and his arms engulf me, not as a cag
e as before, he’s cradling me.

“Is it because you don’t want me to see Jamie?” I ask why he won’t let
me up.

“No, we’re alone. I just want to hold you. Relax. Hold me back, please.” His voice is so faint I’m not sure I hear him. I squeeze him to me anyway and burrow into his chest.

“Oh, that was impressive. You worry about not being a fragile beauty. I couldn’t do that with one. I’d break them. Your strength is your beauty. You have to accept who you are, Regina. No one else will. You may find a friend or family member that loves you for who you are, but it’s rare to find someone who truly gets you. I never want to see you doubt yourself again. That isn’t the Regina I know. And before you say I don’t know you, you have no idea what I know. You need to have faith in me,” he commands.

“Ah!” he shouts as he tries to regain his breath. He grips my hips and flexes into me while another batch of cum is released. Marcus smiles at m
e so brilliantly that I blush.

“I haven’t been inside a woman since my daughter was conceived. It’s been almost twelve year. Sorry I was so brutal. Having your cock sucked by a man isn’t the same as being buried deep inside a hot, tight pussy.  My cock’s spurting for the hell of it. I’m not even coming, but it just keeps pumping out,” he laughs and then his face clouds with an unfathomable expression. 

“Thank you for allowing me to be inside of you, cum inside of you. I know how difficult that had to be for you. I know how much you loved him. How much you still do.” The pain in his voice is so raw and deep that tears spill out the corners of my eyes.

“You knew him.” It’s not a question. I can tell from
his tone of voice that he did.

“Yes,” he says hoarsely. His chest quivers underneath me. “Oh God, Regina,” he cries out and crushes me to him.

And the biggest shock of my life occurs. The strongest man I’ve ever met sobs in my arms and I am humbled.

I do the math and come to the realization that Marcus and Grant are almost the same age, ran in the same circles, and went to the same schools. As he cries in my arms, I realize he’s still mourning too. Marcus was Grant’s
Sir
.
 

Chapter Ten

I don’t know how long we’d slept together in each other’s arms, but the sound of the door creaking open wakes us with a jolt.

“What time is it?” Marc’s voice is rough from disuse.

I pull my dress closer to me from where it rests on the sofa cushion next to us. Pockets are a girl’s best friend. I snag my cell from a hidden pocket on the dress’ seam.

“Quarter past midnight,” I answer.

“It’s just Cort checking in. The PB should be tucked in his bed sleeping by now.” He sounds so exhausted that I don’t bother to razz him about what PB stands for. I know he’s the other trainee, but that’s it.

I pull my dress over my ass so it’s not flashing the room.

“Are you cold?” He asks and runs his hands up and down my arms trying to
warm me with friction.

“Nah, I’m good.” I p
ull the dress to cover my ass.

“Why are you cover
ing up?” He asks in confusion.

“I just didn’t want Cortez seeing me like this, is all,” I say bashfully.

“Why?” he scrunches his eyes at me and tries to read my facial expressions.

“I don’t want to talk about
it, okay?” I say defensively.

“You still have misgivings about how he thinks of you?” He smirks at me like he thinks I’m being cute. No one has ever thought Regina
Regal was cute until this man.

“Drop this conversation,” I demand. 

“Regina, Regina, Regina. What am I going to do with you?” He tsk-tsks me and tosses my dress across the room.

“I’m training you to work at Restraint. You’ll manage to keep private for the most part, but some things are par for the course, nudity being one of them. You know Cort. Not real well, but you saw him when he was an awkward teenager and no doubt Adelaide’s been keeping tabs on him. You made out with him just last night. If he can’t see you nude, how are you going to manage with a dungeon full of strangers?”

“It’s because he’s not a stranger. Now that I’m committed to this and not just as Ade’s minion, I want to forge a connection with all of you and showing my ass isn’t going to garner respect. I wish you would have seen how he looked at me at Restraint. It was humiliating.”

“There you are,” Cort says out of breath. “I thought maybe you were upstairs. I just checked a
nd he told me where you were.”

He stops short when he sees that Marc isn’t alone. I’m straddling his hips, cuddled against his chest, and he’s still inside of me.

“Well, that is something I’ve never seen before,” he whistles out in amazement and gawks without shame.

“You probably just finished doing this with some poor woman,” Marc retorts and grins arrog
antly.

“No, I meant that I’ve never seen you have sex- like ever.” He walks over and sits next to us on the sofa like we’re just chatting, not a
t all connected at the crotch.

“I had to attend some lame-ass charity function with the family. I had to play dutiful husband while I watched the cunt hang all over Ez. Your wife wanted to know where you were, by the way. I made up something about business, not that she really gives a shit. She just wanted you to candy her arm during the photo-ops.” 

Well, on that note. As if I’m not humiliated enough having Cort see me like this, he brings up spouses. I’m forever the other woman. I try to wiggle away from Marc with some decorum, but it’s impossible.

“Don’t get up on my account. Hell, have a rematch. I’ll watch.” His hand moves to smack my ass, but he gets smacked in the face
instead- and it wasn’t by me.

“I didn’t invite you. Have you learned nothing under Dexter’s tutelage? I’m going to have a serious talk with my cousin.” Marc sound more pleased by how he misb
ehaves then put out.

“He said he washed his hands with me. La Petite Sadist is wearing him out.” Cort leans b
ack on the sofa and stretches.

“No, it was the cat-fighting between the two of you. She gave you a black-eye and that was the end of your training.” The look Marc tosses Cort’s way sa
ys there’s more to that story.

“I can’t imagine why a female would want to give you a black-eye,” I deadpan.

“She wanted to restrain him and work her magic. It frightened Dexter enough that he wouldn’t allow them in the same building without an escort.”

“What did you do?”  I accuse.

“There you go, again, assuming it’s my fault. If something goes wrong, who do you all blame? Me!” Aghast, he sits up and points at his chest.

“So it wasn’t your fault?” I ask in genuine
curiosity.

“Of course it was… You’re not that stupid. The Sinful Sadist and I have history. I should have figured out what she’d become, she made me eat my balls when she’d punt me.”

“And her kicking your nuts wasn’t your fault either?” I tease him.

“Usually… but not always.
She has a tendency to overreact. I worried when I started to enjoy it.” His eyes glint deviously and I smirk. I visualize Marcus skull-fucking the bad behavior out of him. I start to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” Cort scowls at me, not appreciating bein
g the brunt of a private joke.

“Oh,” I moan as
Marc stirs to life inside me.

“Keep giggling, woman. I won’t last long,” Marcus says roughly and grips my hips. I freeze in mortification.

“So… um- have you told her his name yet?” Cort asks out of left field.

“Yes, they met formally.”
If you can call meeting formally, breast-to-mouth resuscitation.

“How did Jamie react to
this?” He points at our union.

“An inch from you toe is his reaction as well as in the middle of the floor and one to your right.” Marcus looks proud.

Cort leans forward and examines the glistening spots. “Big puddles, too. Not the reaction I thought he’d have. I’m very impressed. Who knew the resident hermit had it in him?”

“He t
ouched her,” Marc says in awe.

“Willingly?”
Cort asks and bugs his gray eyes out.

“I swear. He was always twisted, more so now than before, I think,” Marc muses.

I try to extract myself again since the cryptic conversation, that has nothing to do with me, is extremely uncomfortable.

“I like where I am. Why do you keep trying to get away?” He te
ases and then drops his hands.

“This is a bit weird, even by my standards.”
I try again and he lets me up.

“Said the nun,” Cort deadpans.

“I have to get home before I turn into a pumpkin.” I pull my dress on without undergarments. I just want to be covered.

“It’s past midnight. You’re looking a little bit orange,” Cort teases me.

Cortez watches me intently. He pulls a few scraps of black lace from between the cushions.

“Looking for these? Sorry, it’s in pieces now.” He tauntingly flaunts my panties. He starts to tease me again, but he’s rendered speechless and his mouth drops open. I turn to see what has him crazed and the same damned thing happens to me- gobsmacked! 

I can’t believe I just had sex with that man. Marcus stretches his six-foot-plus body, completely naked, for our viewing pleasure. He soaks up our awed expressions with a curve of his lips. We watch with our eyes glued to his movements as he redresses in a three-piece business suit. His taut, bronze skin glistens in the light. He has a perfect deep V on his lower abdomen.

I watch Cort lust after that landscape and I sympathize with his pain. He’s partially erect and I can’t believe he fit inside of me. He’s long, but that isn’t what makes an impression. Thick doesn’t adequately describe him.

When our Master bends to pull up his boxer-briefs we get the view of a lifetime- the perfect curve of his ass. I want to rewind two minutes and giggle hysterically until he comes again.

He chuckles as he knots the tie he blindfolded me with. He finger combs his hai
r and turns to Cort and grins.

“You’re looking business trip worthy, Master. You don’t look like a man who was just fucking on the sofa. But then again, I like to lie,” Cort snickers in awe. “It’s the satisfied smirk that’s the dead giveaway.” Cort walks to him as he speaks and adjusts the tie and gives his curly hair a pat down. 

Marc’s grin spreads to an apple-cheeked, brilliant smile and I’m gobsmacked again.

“No toning down the wattage on that smile, huh? At least attempt while she chews you out for missing an event. It’s the only thing she asks of you.” Cort schools the older man on the i
nner-workings of a happy wife.

“Fuck her, I didn’t want to go,” Marc says belligerently. “If she wanted me as a piece of meat, she should treat me like one instead of ignoring my needs.”

“Hey now, you just crossed ten lines there, Master. She’s my guardian, aunt-in-law, pseudo-mother-in-law, and my mom loved her.” His face is serious. He turns and looks at me and he grins. “And I wholeheartedly agree, Master, fuck her.”

“No one can hurt you as much as a loved one. Straight to the
heart,” Cort mimics the action.

“May I escort the lovely Regina home for you, Sir?”

“That won’t be necessary. You’re still on punishment. I don’t have the energy to police your car ride since you removed the device this morning. By the way, I had Aaron hide another in its place,” he says arrogantly. “Nice try.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Cort teases and bats his impossibly long eyela
shes. 

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” Marc growls. “I’ll see you at home in a few minutes. Nice that Regina lives a few blocks away from our Estate- convenient. Or are you going to your
apartment?” He asks hopefully.

“Nice try.
Charity event- Ade- no fucking way. I’ll be pissed for a week. It’ll wear off just in time for the next shindig.”

Cort stalks over to me and tips my chin back. He kisses me firmly on the mouth and sucks my bottom lip, and then quickly pulls away.

“Mmm… Yummy… you taste like sex and our Master.” He gives me a quick peck and walks to the door, his laugh following in his wake.

I tag behind Marcus to the garage hidden in the alley behind the row of houses.

“You’re in love with him.” It’s a statement, not a question.

“No, it’s not
like that,” he poorly denies.

“You’re fucking screwed, Master,” I laugh without humor.

“I was in love once or at least I thought I was,” he muses, but doesn’t elaborate. I have a feeling he’s speaking of his wife. It would explain the ‘straight to the heart’ comment Cort made.