Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (49 page)

Jamie:
Now, who’s pissed at their Master’s loose tongue? I’m engaging in a round right now actually…

-
Seriously? You’re whacking off?

Jamie:
Y E S!  I like talking to you. If I’ve done it once, I’ve done it a thousand times thinking of you or listening to you.

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Is that what you do when you’re lurking?

Jamie:
I do not lurk! I wait patiently and as I wait, I engage in whack-a-cock. *I’m laughing*

-What do you wait for?

Jamie:
Y O U

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Why the wait? You can have me…

Jamie:
You’ll see me.

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So?

Jamie:
I’m not ready for that. I’m disfigured.

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I know and I don’t care. It’s been a year and a half, Jamie. It’s time.

Jamie:
I would love to give in if I could figure out how to do it without you seeing me.

-Fine, I’ll tempt you.

Jamie:
Tempt away… It better be earth-shattering to get me to give in.

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That’s not very submissive of you, Jamie.

Jamie:
I know all your tricks, Regina. *laughing again* Even the ones you haven’t used yet.

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Omnificent are we?

Jamie:
Marc’s rubbing off on me. ;) Not in the literal sense.

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I came to a realization today. Maybe you can help me out. Why won’t Marcus do foreplay? No oral sex or touching. It’s straight to fucking.

Jamie:
He has some issues. I can’t discuss them with you. I’ll tell him it’s an issue for you, if you’d like. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to. Oral is for submission and punishment. He’s more frustrated after his sessions with Cort than before.

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Have you seen it?

Jamie:
No, it’s always in private. No one has.

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Is Cort the reason he won’t do foreplay?

Jamie
:
No. Close, but no cookie. I cannot keep speaking of this, Regina. You’re trapping me into a corner. Why is it bothering you- the no foreplay?

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I went seven years without sex of any kind. He’s been rough and gentle. I’m not complaining. But I miss the build-up. I miss the attention and pleasure giving of oral. He won’t do any kind of anal anything either. Why?

Jamie:
Ah- same answer as above. You could do those things with someone else.

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Who? No one would want to.

Jamie:
Would you like us to take a number?

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What?

Jamie:
*laughing at you* You were always so sure of yourself. Why did that change?

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How do you know that?

Jamie:
You have ten minutes to get to the Brownstone- starting now. Door at the top of the steps. Enter and remove your clothing. Walk three paces forward and climb on the bed. It will be pitch-black. I will give you your foreplay. 9 minutes, Regina. I’m playing whack-a-cock. When the clock strikes, I’ll cum without you. No fun sucking a limp dick! HURRY!

I sit in the bathtub in stunned silence. I’m rendered mute. My mind swirls with possibilities. Jamie’s going to let me touch him- holy shit! Will Master be angry? No, he was screaming things about how my cunt was his and Jamie’s and that I was allowed to have sex with Jamie as soon as he asked me to.

Oh fuck, I’ve spent two minutes of wasted time on musing. I jump from the tub not bothering to dry off or drain the damned thing. I pull on a cotton dress with no underthings beneath. I find a fresh pair of flip-flops. I quickly check to see that Ella’s still breathing and that Fate’s still in the house for babysitting duty.

I drive like a bat-out-of-hell. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I quickly unlock the red door with the cheery gargoyle evilly smiling at me the entire time. The key misses the hole several times as my hands shake. I feel like a virgin male during his first time; I almost cry when I get it in.

I charge up the steps like a bull and bang the door to the wall when I enter. My phone whistles.

Jamie:
One minute. You were in the bath, weren’t you? Very good, Regina. Shut the door and get your ass in this bed! My dick needs sucked!

He’s haloed by the light from the hallway. He can see me, but I can only see the fuzzy outline of his silhouette. I could step to the side to illuminate him, but he would lose faith in me. We’re building trust. When he trusts me enough, he will let me see him.

I flick my sandals off and yank the dress over my head and stand nude before him with the light from the hallway eclipsing me. 

A hollow sound rasps from his chest. It’s the kind of sound that would frighten children. It’s ghostly and haunting, as is Jamie. It’s the sound he makes when he climaxes or when we’re talking and he wants Cort or Marcus to read his hands so he can join us. I love that damned creepy sound. I stand in the door and let him look at me for a few moments. He likes the view or I wouldn’t have gotten a noise from him.

The Whistle sings. The message is opened before the alert finishes.

Jamie:
Beautiful. Let me show you how beautiful you are, Regina. I beg of you.

I slide my cell shut as my heel hooks the edge of the door. I kick it closed and crawl on the bed. I’m shivering from nervousness. I don’t know where it’s coming from. I wish he could speak words of reassurance. I huff a laugh. He’s the submissive and I want him to reassure me. Damn.
Bad dominant- bad Queen.

“I’m really nervous,” my voice quivers. “It’s been a long time. I’m probably really rusty at it. Let’s hope it’s like riding a bike. Problem is,
see, I don’t know how to ride a bike,” I ramble.

He gently touches my hand, clasps it, and pulls me up the bed. We settle face-to-face. I can’t see a thing, but I know we’re facing each other because his breath warms my chin and his bare chest is hard against my softness. I snuggle closer, marveling that I’m in his arms. He’s gasping for breath next to me as if he’s majorly affected by our closeness, too.

He’s a maybe an inch or two shorter than me. I can tell by the way our bodies align. I want to squeeze him close, but I’m frightened that I’ll spook him away. My hands skim up his back and he feels so perfect under my fingers. His skin is the softest I’ve ever felt. He isn’t overly muscular, but I can feel the definition. Curiosity gets the better of me and I slide my hands down to his ass, needing to know where it goes in the lineup of asses- Marc’s being perfect and Roman’s being a close second. I don’t want to think of Grant in this moment, but his ass was devastating, it was the most beautiful sight on the planet. He always made me wish I was a man so that I could fuck it.

I make a sound of appreciation in the back of my throat. Full and round like a female’s. I can envision my fingers clenching it in the throes of passion. It’s just as good as Grant’s. I whimper for comparing the two. It’s not healthy.

“Your ass is the best one I’ve seen, or rather, felt all day and I’ve seen many today. I’m not used to such a bounty,” I say huskily and squeeze. 

He scoots closer to me, allowing me a better grip. In the process his arousal nests between our bellies. He’s hard enough that it dents the pudginess of my tummy. That part of him feels perfect, too. Not too big or too small.

It’s strange, the silence in the room. It’s like when you’re a child and you play the silence game with your parents. The pressure builds and you have to speak even though you know they wish for quiet. I was never good at that game and I’d get into trouble. Jamie being mute makes me want to fill the silence. It’s not awkward or anything. It’s so intimate that I don’t know how to handle it.

After Grant died I didn’t even allow the girls to comfort me. The first time I hugged someone was after Ella’s birth and I placed her on my breast to suckle. I was loving and affectionate toward her and her alone for a very long time. Fate and Kristal avoided touching me. The longer you go without touch; it’s almost a painful sensation to feel an embrace. Ade was the first to begin slowly, as if I was a wounded animal. Marc isn’t the cuddling sort except on the rare occasions when he tells me to hold him. Jamie is a
cuddler, I can tell.

“Does Marcus hold you sometimes?” The thought comes out of nowhere. Perhaps that is what he provides his Master- comfort.

He shakes his head up and down. The fine hairs of his whiskers brush my cheek as he moves. Even his whiskers are as soft as downy feathers.

“This is a weird question. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want. I’m curious though. I just want to know you both better. Is it sexual for the pair of you?”

A noise I’ve never heard before rattles his chest. I fear I’ve angered him until I notice the tale-tell signs of laughter. He’s laughing at me.

“I take your laugh as a no. I like your laugh, by the way,” I say absently.

Fingers walk up my side and linger near my breast. He waits to see if I’ll reject him before he encompasses my breast. He expertly circles his palm over my budding nipple and I go lax in his arms.

I lean in for a kiss and he turns his face away f
rom me.

“Why?” I ask, hurt.

His hand seeks out mine. He latches onto my index-finger and lifts it to his lips. He runs it along his top lip first. I feel the indent of a scar. It’s wide and deep, nearly bisecting it in half at an angle. He slides my finger over slightly and a dimpling of scars mars half of his upper lip. I trace to his bottom lip and the majority is the same pattern.

“Acid?”
It feels like an acid burn. My father was injured at work when he was changing a bus’ battery. He had the same marks on his wrist and forearm. 

“Is that why you can’t speak?”

He nods yes against my fingertip.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. Please let me kiss you. I don’t care. I like you as you are. I’m nowhere near perfect. If you were, I’d wonder why you’d want to be in bed with me.”

The soft press of his lips is the purest thing I’ve ever felt. I want to cry for some unfathomable reason. The kiss is tender and filled with intense longing. I know instantly that I’m the first person to have the pleasure of his kiss since his injury.

I moan against his mouth and he uses it to gain access with his tongue. His tongue is scarred, too. It’s a sandy texture; it’s not unpleasant. I wrap my leg around his hip when I realize how amazing
it would feel somewhere else.

“Jamie, I know you that worry about your scars. But I think the ones on your tongue will be to my advantage,” I tease him salaciously.

His laugh vibrates my chest and he playfully licks me from my collarbone to my chin. It rasps against my skin nicely. He reminds me of a cat. He makes me want to purr.

His fingers grip my hip and he rolls me onto my back. I part my legs to allow him to cradle in between my thighs. His cock is jerking like crazy from the contact with my heat. It’s incredibly flattering and it turns me on like mad.

I pull his hair, anchoring my fingers in the downy softness of it. I hold him firm and kiss him again, exploring his cheeks and even the roof of his mouth. They are scarred, too.
A ghostly sound rumbles from his chest as he bathes my cunny with the hot wash of his release. Jamie proves his submissive nature as he climaxes just from the force of my hand yanking his hair.
“That was very naughty, Jamie,” I tease him in a light voice and chuckle. “Clean me up,” I demand as Queen’s voice drops low and turns husky. I’m rewarded with another spurt and I giggle. “Now you have even more to lap up.”

Training with Cort bound and gagged was fun because it gave me time to enact revenge on the Asswipe. Playing with Kristal and Roman was invigorating because they were doing as I said. But it was obvious that they were playing a game, too. They weren’t submitting because they needed to. Jamie submits to me because he has to, because it’s natural to him, because he wholeheartedly trusts me. Nothing will ever top this feeling of empowerment.

Jamie was meant to have a Master. I’m thankful that he’s allowing me the honor. I know that Marc lead me here tonight. It’s no coincidence. As I struggle to deal with my emerging Queen, Roman is presented as an obstacle, then the best gift ever texts me. Not only can Jamie give me the attentions that Marc is incapable of, he can also give me the high of having a trained, true submissive. The fact that he can never talk back and disobey is fucking amazing. 

I loosen my fist from his hair and he immediately shimmies down my body like a well-trained pet. His tentative touch eases my nervousness. My thighs part as far as humanly possible. I have mile-long legs, so my heels touch both sides of the bed. I eagerly open myself to him.

I wait for the rasp of his tongue on my slit, but I’m rewarded with a nip to my ankle instead. I jerk my foot back and giggle. I’m extremely ticklish. He nips my calf and behind my knee. It’s sexy as hell, but I can’t stop wiggling around and giggling.

His strange laugh fills the room and just the sound of it makes me break out in goosebumps. Anyone else would probably hide under the bed thinking a monster was in their closet, but I’m not normal.

He nibbles a path up my leg from ankle to inner-thigh. I squirm and hiss with every bite. I learn something during this exercise of restraint. Jamie is Marcus’ polar-opposite. He will turn a session of oral sex into a feast.

A long, wet lick from my thigh to my foot has me writhing on the bed gripping the sheets in my fists. I can’t stop moaning and thrashing about and I’ve yet to feel his tongue on me.

When he repeats it on my left leg, I think I’m going to die.

I grunt like an animal when his tongue finally licks me from asshole to clit. He kissed me gently at the mouth and this is what I expected on my nether-lips. Jamie sucks my labia into his mouth and pulls with his teeth. That magnificent tongue dives inside of me collecting the cream that spills for him.

He’s making a sound I can only describe as a growl. That is if you have an enraged monster from the
Syfy
channel chasing you. It raises the small hairs at the nape of my neck and enlivens me. I moan for him to make it again.

Jamie draws my clit into his mouth and expertly sucks it while biting at its root and flicking it with his tongue. A long nonsensical word flows from my lips, it may have been
holyfuckingshitjesuschrist,
but I may be wrong.

“I want to taste you before I cum,” the Master begs the submissive.

Jamie has a hold over me, a powerful hold, and I want him to have it. I’ve never truly understood the dynamic between the dominant and the submissive before this very moment. It’s all an illusion. We both provide a service for the other. One taste of his pleasure and I’m already addicted.

In the blink of an eye, he’s no longer between my thighs. I’m flipped and inverted until he’s underneath me with my cunt pressed to his mouth and his cock is an inch from my face.
I’m shocked that he could move my large body so fluidly without my help since I was stunned stupid.

He resumes his skillful oral ministrations to my very happy cunny. I have no idea what to call that technique he masterfully uses besides divine.

I forget that I’d asked to taste him the second my clit is sucked into his mouth and I’m speared by two fingers, one in each hole. I experience a mini-orgasm that starts at the tips of my toes and rages towards my core. I scream that word again,
holyfuckingshitjesuschrist
and he growls for me in thanks.

My tongue cleans the mind-altering wet, stickiness from his thighs, abs, and finally I lick him clean like a lollipop. The more I lick his perfect cock the harder he sucks me and makes a continuous growly sound. It’s the most animalistic noise I’ve ever heard and it’s a shot of ecstasy to my system. Queen and Regina are one in the same and we both love primal men. Jamie’s muteness isn’t a disability to me, it’s the emergence of his true-self- the self we hide from all of our lives, the one that scares us the most. Queen is mine, Master is Marc’s, and Jamie is always his.

I deep-throat him and groan from the sensation of finally being filled. I’ve missed this so much. It was to the point that I’d beg Marcus until I angered him. That moment where I knelt on the dirty, ripped, linoleum in Roman’s apartment waiting to suck him off opened a door inside me and when it was long denied, it went rabid. I spent a lot of time devouring Grant like a ravenous fiend. I’ve missed it so much that I could cry in relief.
I explore him without shame. Every inch of his length is licked, sucked, and nibbled. I gently warm his testicles with my mouth. He almost orgasms when I suck them into my mouth one-by-one. I pull them away from his body so that he cannot release.

When he doesn’t protest my tongue on his taint, I venture farther south. I realize that as submissive as Jamie is, he’ll never protest anything I do. I’d better ask.
“Um- are you against this kind of thing?” I’m too bashful to say it out loud. He does have his finger jammed inside of me. Some guys like it, but most don’t. I circle a finger around his pruny opening.

Sometimes my mind and body don’t agree. My body’s a female, but when I’m in control, I want to control everything. It makes me envious of all men because I feel like I should have a dick to mark my territory with, too. I want to impale Jamie somehow and all I have are fingers.

He rocks his hips against my hand and I take it as a yes. I dip my head and give him a few licks to moisten him. He makes the loudest sound I’ve ever heard from him- it’s pure agony. His cock jerks against my chest, but he can’t release since my fingers are pinioning his sack. I work my middle finger inside of him with his help. He moves until it’s where he wants it.

I decide since he’s multi-talented, that I can be, too. He uses two hands and a mouth on me with expert skill. My mouth sucks him down my throat. I draw back until the plum of his cock runs across the roof of my mouth and I slurp him back down again- over and over I repeat the action. One hand controls the release that has been screaming to pour out by gripping his sack directly next to his body. The action that drives Jamie the craziest is the three fingers I’m pumping into him so hard that my hand is threatening to cramp.

Jamie puts me at ease. When we text I feel I can say anything and that feeling rolls over to now. I feel like I can do anything, even the kinkiest shit and not only will he love it, he’ll thank me for it. God, I hope Marc won’t be pissed about this because I think I’d beg, cry, and plead to get another taste of Jamie.

My orgasm slams into me fast and hard. It’s exquisite to be filled in my mouth, ass, and cunt, with a mouth suckling my clit. My body explodes as I manage to cum in every way possible. Even my hair has an orgasm.

I scream out, but it’s garbled as I allow Jamie to pour hot down my throat. His cock constricts with every pump of ambrosia. He tightens hard on my fingers and I know I’m squeezing the hell out of his, too.

I no longer sound like me as I cry my orgasm around Jamie’s cock. We take on the same cadence, animals bleating in pain, agony, torture, and pleasure. 

I fall back to the bed and slowly turn upright to join him. The instant I’m near him he pulls me close and holds me tight.

I lean in to kiss him and hesitate. Some men don’t like to kiss after oral sex. He summons dominance from somewhere deep within his drained body to fist my hair and pulling me to his mouth. He kisses me passionately, licking his taste from my mouth and transferring my taste to mine. We become a mass of tangled arms and legs, writhing in pleasure.

“Whoever says that oral isn’t sex, is a fool. That was more than sex- much more.” I say when I come up for a breather.

He rolls me to my back and settles between my thighs. He holds me so tight I can barely breathe. He draws my left hand up to his mouth and places a soft kiss to my palm and then each finger.
He intertwines our fingers and sighs. He communicates with me without spoken words. He allows his body language to speak the thought his voice won’t allow.

I feel myself drifting into a pleasure induced coma. I fear that he won’t be here when I wake up. The last time I entered this space of pleasure and sleep I awoke a widow. I wrap myself around him and pray he’s still here when I wake.

I drift in and out every few minutes checking to see if he’s poofed into the ether. He isn’t asleep, but I can tell he’s content by his breathing. He hasn’t lessened his hold on me, either.

The creak of a door opening draws me out of my meditation. Jamie’s head moves in that direction.

“How was it?” Marcus whispers.

A moment later cold plastic is at my back as Jamie types lightning fast on a cellphone.

Marc chuckles.

“Did
you have sex?” He asks softly.

“Ah- she would say that.” He laughs again. “You can. I want you to. She was your gift to me, so it’s only fair. I’ve monopolized her long enough. I don’t like to share, but this is different.”

A hand rubs my back and shoulders. I’d know that hand anywhere- Marcus. He moves my hair to the side and kisses my throat. I sigh and drift asleep.

“Roman, what?
I thought you had him in hand. Just let me read the messages,” he says impatiently.

The bed dips as Marc sits next to me. I can feel the anger radiating off of him and I scrunch closer to Jamie and away from him. He’s going to kill me. I start to shake and
Marc’s hand rubs my shoulder.

“I’ve had enough of Kristal. She’s becoming a real problem. I don’t like her near Ella. I know you’d agree. Ah- Regina’s had enough, too, I see. Good. I’m curious to see what she does when she figures out who Pretty Boy is. Kristal better fucking hide,” he chuckles.

Jamie,” Marcus uses the
I’m disappointed in you
voice. “That’s my secret and you came very close to letting it slip. I’m going to tell it to her, but I’m waiting for her initiation. She’ll need to hear it if Pretty Boy gets what he’s after.”

Marc’s heavy sigh fills the room. He hands the cell back to Jamie. Jamie’s hands tickle my back as he furiously replies.

“Tomorrow is another day. Can I stay here? The house feels empty now that Cort went back to Ezra. I have no allies in that house,” he sighs heavily. 

“Marcus?” I say meekly.

“Yes, Regina?”

“Now’s your chance to spend the night with your lover, make love to me, and fall asleep with us,” I whisper to my Master. 

His sharp intake of breath surprises me.

“You honor me, Regina.” His voice is filled with unfathomable emotions and des
perate longing and loneliness.

I worry that he’ll leave now that I’ve brought up true intimacy. But I hear his clothing hit the floor and then he’s sliding behind me and cuddling up close.

At last my body envelopes his within my moist heat. I start to fall asleep clinging to Jamie as Marcus rolls smoothly into me.

“Roll over and face me,” his husky command jolts me back to consciousness.

I do as I’m told. I cling to the Marcus and go to kiss him, but flinch back. I feel mildly guilty about what Jamie and I’d done even though he said it was okay. Kissing him with the taste of another man in my mouth would be wrong.

His hand skims up the back of my thigh and hooks it around his hip. He thrusts smoothly until he is deeply rooted inside of me. I gasp and sigh in pleasure as my body welcomes his ho
me. We fit together perfectly.

“I’d read that you want anal pleasures. I wasn’t aware that was something you enjoyed.” He sounds slightly accusa
tory. “Have you had anal sex?”

“Yes,” I reply bashfully in the quiet of the pitch-black room. I hide my face into the side of his neck. He smells so good.
I flutter a kiss to his skin.

“Did you enjoy it?” His
voice is sharp with curiosity.

“Yes,” I say shyly.

“Only once?”

“
All the time,” I meekly reply.

“All the time… huh,” he says in suspicion. “I wonder why I wasn’t aware of this. No matter now, I guess. Jamie will eagerly give you what you seek.”

I throw caution to the wind and kiss him anyway. He groans into my mouth and tilts my hips to get deeper inside of me. My nails bite into the fleshy muscles of his back and he moans louder.
Jamie presses along my back. The head of his cock explores me from the bud of my ass to the opening Marc dominates. He collects the moisture that seeps out of my cunny. I wait for Jamie to be unsure of himself, but he knows what he’s doing. I don’t know how long ago his accident was, but prior to that he must have been ravenous to have picked up this level of skill. He slides easily into me without any pain.

I gasp in shock when I realize that I have two men in me at the same time. Never have I had a threesome. It’s so u
nexpected that I want to weep.

Marc groans into my mouth as he tries to devour my tongue and lips. Jamie growls his haunting sound that reverberates against my back. I release a long string of whimpers and cries as they begin to thrust in tandem.

The exploits of my evening mount up. It’s like it’s all been foreplay for this main event. A sensation builds inside my lower belly that I’ve never felt before. Marc’s hitting me at a different angle than usual, it’s almost painful. I worry that I’m going to have an accident and pee the bed. I start to panic, but neither man slows their onslaught.