Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (47 page)

She flinches and tries to crawl out from un
der Roman.

“Tut-tut… No,” I pull her back where she was. “We’re going to talk and Roman is going to fuck you.” I slap his ass to get him moving again.

“I guess she didn’t know, Roman. That was very naughty of you wasn’t it?” I look up at him with huge green eyes waiting for a reply. I feel so fucking alive. Not only am I dominating Roman, but Kris, too. It’s a powerful, heady sensation. I feel high.

“Y
es, Regina,” he says unsurely.

“Queen,
it’s Queen right now, Sweetheart.” I stress the sweetheart.

“It
suits you,” he murmurs meekly.

“We’re going to play a game. I’m going to ask questions and you’re going to answer them and if you don’t, I’ll hurt you.
Simple. Roman, Kristal, do you agree,” I prompt. 

Yes, Queen
comes in unison. I smirk at them and they wince. I feel like a predator that’s cornered its prey. My God, I could become addicted to this sensation. No wonder Marcus is fucking crazy.

“Roman, how many boys and girls have you been with?” I lean forward and get into his personal space. I’m really
curious to know.

“Eight girls, and a guy gave me a blowjob once,” his voice is filled with embarrassment and he flushes red. He also stops fucking Kris. I give him another
thwack to start him up again.

“Kris, answer the same question, please,” I coax knowing th
at it’s not going to be good.

“Seventeen girls and six-hundred-forty- three guys,” she says defiantly without a shred of shame. I don’t blame her for not feeling ashamed. That isn
’t the point of this exercise.

“Hope you’re double-bagging, Roman,
” I say sarcastically.

“I am,” his voice deepens in disapproval. His eyes turn stormy with his anger. 

I can tell he doesn’t want to fuck her anymore. He looks disgusted and it pisses me off.

“I see your disgust. I don’t like it when people are judgmental. Next question: What do
you think of me?” I fire off.

“I don’t like how you’re like her now
.” He says without hesitation.

“Like her how? I’m nothing like her,” I spit. I wouldn’t be ashamed if I were like Kristal. I just don’t want someone thinking that I’m a pathological liar who has no issue breaking the sister-code.

“This BDSM bullshit and all the guys you’re fucking. Look at you for Christ’s sake,” he whisper-shouts and points at the marks all over my neck and my mussed up hair. 

“So you don’t like me anymore because I’m a whore, is that what you’re saying? Your friendship is conditional? I believe that you were begging my Master to train you in this BDSM bullshit, just this morning, you judgmental prick,
” I hiss underneath my breath.

“God no, Regina, that’s not what I meant,” he says in a panic and I can
hear that he’s being genuine. 

“Regina left the building when she found you fucking on her sofa. You’ll give me the proper
respect by calling me Queen.”

“I apologize, Queen,” Roman says properl
y cowed.

“You think since I’m in this lifestyle that I’m a whore. I’m a whore because I signed a contract, not because I had sex- get that straight, Roman. Kristal added those numbers to her tally before she was embraced by the community, not during her time with us. I’ve been with two men. Does that surprise you? Two, the first was the father of my children and the second my Master. Both were born out of mutual respect and honor. Regardless, I may fuck my way through the ranks if I feel like it. It’s of no concern of yours. It’s between me and my Master. You’ll always bow to me, not the other way around. Now get
to fucking,” I command.

He has disobeyed me repeatedly. I punish him with a smack that reverberates up my arm and stings my palm. Its sound cracks through my living room echoing. He grunts loudly, but doesn’t scream. He gains
a bit of my respect for that.

“The reason I’m bringing numbers up is to show you that you and Kristal will not be compatible until you’re honest about your relationship. If you love each other and want a future, you cannot continue this charade. You saw her as a virginal girlfriend, who was huge on community service. In reality she’s a sex addict and a habitual liar. I love her, she’s my friend. I know her, so I know what I’m getting myself into,” I say with complete and total honesty. 

I caress Kristal cheek to lessen the dig. I reach over and place my hand on Roman’s back to connect us. 

“I loved you, Roman,” I profess and I’m shocked at how easy it was to say the words. “I’ve protected you and helped you because you helped me. I can’t allow you both to live a lie. So we’re going to get this out in the open. I was going to ignore it, but once it’s fucking on your beige sofa, it’s hard to ignore.”

“Did you know Alex was the Roman from my list?” I ask Kris.

“Yes,” she says defiantly and glares at me.

No wonder everyone hates her at Restraint. She’s as submissive as a tiger. She wants it, though. I can see her need to submit in her hazel eyes. She wants someone strong enough to break her and I’m willing to try because I love her.

“Why?” My
voice breaks for the betrayal.

“Gwen was like an older sister to me. After her death I went to Grant and he said no. I tried to get our Master to notice me and he said no. I was wicked pissed and jealous. I found your friend and picked him because it would hurt you. I’m with Pretty Boy to hurt yo
u, too. But he won’t fuck me.”

“There is nothing to be jealous about over me, Kris,” I say sadly. “Who the hell is this Pretty Boy,” I hiss in an
ger.

“No, Queen. I fear our Master more than you,” she says with a defiant edge, but I can hear her fear. 

“Fine,” I concede. “How many people have you fucked today?”

“Three. I was with Cort, Ezra, and Pretty Boy,” pri
de and shame war in her tone. 

“What?” I say in shock and awe. “And you’re jealous of me? I have no idea wh
y. I’d kill to look like you.”

“They want to fuck me,” she hisses. “But they want to possess
you. There is a distinction.”

“Hey, ke
ep thrusting.” I say to Roman.

“He’s softening,” Kris murmurs.

No shit. It’s like fucking a cesspool.

“All three
at once?” I ask in amazement.

“Yeah,” she says proudly. “Cort fucked me from behind while Ezra went down on me and Pretty Boy screwed my mouth. Ezra usually doesn’t do that kind of thing. It was the first time ever, actually. I felt damn great about it afterwards until Cort said he was done playing. I was hurt and asked if I did something wrong. He said that he and Ezra were no longer playing with anyone but each other because their woman wouldn’t like it. I watched Cort dump us all, one after another. Monica slapped him. I wanted to, but I figured he’s kill me. Monica’s a better submissive so he comforted her instead of punished her,” she says in a voice tinged with jealousy. 

“Holy fuck!” I whisper-shout.

Who is this chick? Cort being monogamous- I give him a week. Oh, no, Marcus. If Cort doesn’t have an outlet, he’s going to drive Marc crazy. Shit!
I realize that I’ve spaced out for a few minutes when I feel both of them staring at me. Roman’s no longer inside Kris and he’s also completely limp. Pity.

“Sorry, I was thinking. Alright, Queen’s back. Roman, sit on the couch,” I orde
r and point where I want him. 

He sits next to me, and a scent I’ve never smelled on his skin wafts up- sex. Sex mixed with his clean scent is even more intoxicating. Jesus. My eyes flutter shut and it takes effort
to keep them from rolling up.

“Touch yourself. I want to see what you lo
ok like erect,” I purr at him.

He needn’t bother; he grows before my eyes to an impressive length. He isn’t thick, but very long. He’s perfectly curved to reach that hard to reach spot. My mouth dries up and waters instantly. I wish I’d sucked him off when I was eighteen. He’d better go
train. I want him in my mouth.

His laugh draws me back to myself. The lusty expression on his face and the angry one Kris is sporting, tells me that I didn’t think that last thought, but spoke aloud.

“Condoms?” He’s shucked the last one when he went soft. Kris hands him two. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d double-bagged it.

“I work at an inner-city community outreach program. I’ve never went bare. Not even for a blowjob.”

“I respect that. On the flipside, I’ve always went bare,” I say arrogantly. I don’t know why I feel cocky about not wearing a condom. It’s is ridiculously stupid, but we’re safe. I like the closeness of being skin-to-skin. 

“Never?”
He asks in concern.

“Um-no… You can’t make babies with one on and I’m my Master’s only lover. He requires us to be tested every three months and that the females to be on birth
control. He suggests condoms.”

“But you don’
t wear one?” He asks confused.

“Not between
him and me- no…” I draw out. 

“Why?”

“It’s an ownership kind of thing- literally marking your territory,” I smirk at him. 

“You’re okay with that?” His eyes widen. I can see him trying to come to terms with submittin
g that much for another being.

“I’m his, he can mark me anyway he wants,” I say with pride. “I’m not a casual person. My personality hasn’t changed, Roman. I’m still the same, only stronger. If I have sex with someone there’s a reason. I love being with my Master. If I’m ever with you, it will mean something. That’s why he’s so pissed.”

I glance at Kristal. She looks sad and is nibbling her bottom lip. I’m about to make her very happy. Lesbian 101 is about to start a few days early. I’m going to do this at my own speed. If it were up to Cort and Marc, I’d be munched on after five minutes- Na-huh.

“Condom up, Cowboy,” I command with a teasing lilt. “Kris, reverse cowgirl,
please,” I say sweetly.  

“And to think I thought you wer
e a frigid bitch,” she laughs.

“I know. I was just in mourning. What I do with our Master is no different than what I did with Grant, just in the reverse and with no cocksuckage,” I frown in disappointment. 

“What?” She gets into position and Roman grunts and spasms as she slides down his cock and her hungry pussy swallows him whole.

“He says a blowjob is demeaning and disrespectful. He wouldn’t allow me, even after I told him I loved doing it.”

“Um- that whole statement baffles me. I’m shocked that he doesn’t want you to do it and even more so that you like it,” she says breathlessly. 

“Fuck,” I
command them.

I strip down to my panty set. Two sets of eyes drink me in. I know Kristal’s seen the sh
ow, but Roman hasn’t.

“You look like a bone a dog worried at for hours or like you were in a car accident. Are you sure your Master isn’t a vampire.” Roman stares at me in horror. I hope it’s just because of the bruises and not because I’m mannish with hu
ge tits.

“I’m beginning to wonder that myself,” I
muse and straddle his thighs.

Kristal’s slowly rocking in Roman’s lap facing me. I press myself to her tightly, breasts-to-breasts. I ignore the fact that Roman’s hands were gripping her tits and that he quickly flipped them over until they were palms-out. I stifle the moan that tries to leak from my lips as he kneads my breasts.

I lock eyes with him and he looks drugged. He likes the game we play. Hopefully the game doesn’t get out of hand because I like it to.

“I like your hands on me,” I purr. “Train,” I demand.

Roman’s eyes widen and then glaze over in lust. His full, ruby-kissed lips part and his pink tongue peeks out begging for me to suck it.

“He’s going to come already.” Kristal warns and Roman
blushes.

“Stop moving and let him rest,” I command breathlessly. 

I inhale sharply and go in for the kill. First thing you do with a lover is kiss. I kiss Kristal experimentally. I groan into her mouth and suck at her lips as soon as Roman’s taste hits my taste-buds.

“You sucked him off before I walke
d in, didn’t you?” I gasp out.

“Yeah… I’m sorry,” she whimpers. “He won’t let me do it without a condom, but he likes to squirt into my mouth.” She does sound sorry, but I
’m not either- so all’s good. 

“Thank God,” I groan and attack her mouth.

I need to get rid of this nagging need that my Master has ignored for almost two years. I’d loved oral sex. Grant and I were crazy for it. Marcus won’t give or receive it. I went almost a decade without sex and he still denies me one of my favorite parts of sex.

If I was allowed to kiss Cort, I’d be attached to his lips, just so I could finally taste my Master. I even tried being naug
hty to get the punishment skullfuckage. He knew what I was doing, and instead, he denied me sex for three months. I thought I’d get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome for finger-fucking myself constantly during that time. Training with no release is torture.