Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (78 page)

He yanks me down and his lips flutter against my ear as he breathes his reasoning to me.

“Jealousy is a great motivator. Our partners were together tonight, no doubt engaged in intimacy they deny us. I wanted them to see that if they won’t give it to us someone else always will. We are good enough and deserve better, Regina. They needed to see it. They needed the swift kick to the ass that our words would inflict. Now make love to me like you mean it,” he demands.

My body rocks against his of its own volition. I can’t fault his twisted reasoning. A half a dozen thrusts and the pressure
is back. Something about Ezra flips a switch inside me and I can’t control my reaction. It scares the shit out of me.

We both groan and grunt as the pressure mounts. I nibble his bottom lip until he opens for me and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Ezra sucks it like I sucked hi
m earlier and it’s my undoing.

“Oh… fuck…” I groan and explode.

My body ignites from within. My toes curl as I lose my ability to function. I fall heavily onto Ezra’s chest and he murmurs his approval.

“I’ve got your partner now,” Ezra taunts to the room. “If you want her back you have to give mine back, Marcus.”

“Regina…” He shouts his release as he fires deep inside me.

We fall lax as we catch our breath. Constant buzzing comes from Ezra’s jacket pocket. We ignore it twenty or so times.

“For Christ’s sake, Dad,” he hisses and gets up and starts to get dressed. He looks at the text messages and starts to laugh maniacally.

“What’s it say?” I
ask as I pull on my nightgown.

“It’s a surprise,” he teases and shakes his head in awe. “It worked,” he chuckles.

“What worked?” I ask as I follow him to my bedroom door.

He opens my door with a flourish and a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

“Hello,” he purrs to the people lining the hallway outside of my bedroom. Kris and Fate look scared to death. Roman has a hand on each of Marc’s shoulders holding him back. Cort’s eyes are glued to the floor in shame- shame over Ezra’s behavior.

Marcus’ brown eyes glow with amber fire- a fire that promises violence and vengeance.

“Cortez, take your insane boyfriend home and I swear to God, if you don’t touch him I will kill you,” Marc furiously hisses between clenched teeth.

“Yes, Sir,” Cort gulps out. “Come on, asshole,” he growls at Ezra. “I’ll let you share our bed, but no sex,”
he warns. “You’ve had enough.”

Ezra takes Cort’s hand and pulls him down the hallway. He looks over his shoulder and holds my gaze. A demented, triumphant smile spreads across his face.

“Regina, go shower again. I’ll meet you in bed,” Marc says sadly.

“I…I’m…” I stutter. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to stay if you’re doing it because Ezra forced your hand. I understand if you don’t wa
nt to be around me right now.”

I look to the floor in shame and try to hide the tears that are flowing from the corners of my eyes. His fingers tilt my chin up and he gazes at me with sad eyes.

“He isn’t forcing my hand. He’s simply showed me how big of a fool I’m being. Go shower. I’m tolerant of many things, but I can’t hold you with my son’s scent on your skin.”

“Okay,” I mumble in shame. “We have to get them together. He’ll leave me alone
as long as Cort touches him.”

“Agreed.
I spent all night lecturing Cort and it was going well until Ezra pulled this bullshit,” he hisses.

I go back into my room to shower. Marcus is speaking to my household, “I’ll see you all at breakfast. This doesn’t leave this house,” he warns.

Chapter Fifteen

“Thanks for helping,” I say to Roman and bump him with my hip.

Roman chuckles as he helps me set up for the party. The past month has flown by. Today marks two special occasions: Whitt’s twentieth birthday and Katya Waters moving to the city. Ezra has left me alone since that horrid night and so has Marcus. I’m lucky if I talk to him a few times a week. He’s distancing himself from me again and one day I won’t accept it anymore. Cort made concessions with Ezra so that he’d leave me alone and so that they wouldn’t be fighting when Katya came into their lives. The partners share a bed, but it goes no farther than that. Cort allows him to kiss his forehead and that is it. Ezra’s been looking at me in that creepy Master Ez way and I know that he’s going to get me again if I’m not watchful. I have an idea to keep him at bay, though.

“I need your help,” I say to Roman as we arrange the appetizers that Fate made onto a platter. We’re having a full house tonight in honor of Whitt since the senior Whittenhower doesn’t acknowledge his existence. I invited all of the Masters and the trainees because it would make Whitt happy. I even allowed Ade to step foot back into my home. I won’t speak to her, but I won’t keep her away from her family. Right now she’s helping my kids and Fate decorate the house while Roman, Kristal, and I fix the food.

“I need both of your help,” I say to Kri
s and Roman. “It’s for Whitt.”

“Anything,” Roman immediately says w
hile Kris shakes her head yes.

“Whitt has a
crush on Dalton,” I announce.

“
Eww…” Kris hisses and Roman laughs, “Nice.”

“So Roman, I need you
to push Dalton towards Whitt.”

“I can definitely do that. I know he likes him too. Dalton’s a really fu
n guy if you get to know him.”

“What the hell are you talking about? He’s a total asshole and he’s ugly,” Kristal grimaces.

“Check this out,” Roman pulls his phone out and shows us a picture of Dalton tied up and blindfolded. The small man is lean and effeminate until you look at the gigantic arousal jutting from between his legs. Kristal eyes the picture covetously.

“I’m down for anything,” she says huskily, never taking her eyes from Roman’s cellphone.

Roman and I share a smirk she doesn’t see because she can’t divert her eyes. He snaps the phone shut to break her from her trance.

“Good… because I need you to pester Dalton. Come on to him like crazy. As of tonight Whitt is your Master in the dungeon, so he’ll have to give Dalton permission. Do this enough
and Whitt will join you both.”

“Ah- you want to see if his control will snap and he’ll take his crush,” she murmurs her approval.
“Yeah… Ezra’s deviousness has worn off on me,” I chuckle. “Start flirting with Dalton tonight!”

The party flows flawlessly. Whitt’s beaming like an idiot as we all dote on him. This group of people truly loves and cares for him. It shows you that it isn’t always about blood. Family doesn’t create loyalty or a bond; it’s the small moments that bind us all together.

My daughter’s hanging all over Whitt and Marcus. Last month she was scared of men and now she has picked who she wants as her male role models. If she’d have picked Ezra I would have killed him on the spot.

I hold my son to my side and I don’t care who sees it. I trust everyone here with the exception of Adelaide and she won’t hurt Niel. He keeps giving me a goofy grin as he watches his sister torment Whitt. I can’t stop myself from kissing his hair constantly. We aren’t mother and son close yet, but we’re working on it. I talk to him twice a day and see him every weekend. I was surprised that his namesake allowed it, but Niel looked me dead in the eyes and said, “You’re my mother and Ella’s my sister. He knows we’ll have words.” His deep voice informed me that he isn’t scared of his grandfather and that his grandfather respects my son’s strength. Whitt said that Niel could do as he pleases and the proof is my son in my arms.

Whitt’s covered in cake thanks to Ella getting everyone to smash it in his face. He keeps giggling as they attack, one after the other. I catch Marc’s gaze across the room and nod towards the hallway. He gives me an uncertain look and leaves the room.

I know he’s ignoring me for my sake, but
it’s pure agony. He speaks less to me than anyone else. I’ve told him that it makes it obvious to anyone who’s watching. It’s not normal behavior and I’m sure the members wonder why he has a hate-on for me.

“Hey,” I whisper to him and lean next to
him against the hallway wall.

“Hey,” he says not loo
king at me, but down the hall.

“I need your h
elp with something,” I murmur.

Marc looks at me for the first time in almost a month. I never ask him for anything so I know I’ve taken him by surprise. His brown eyes glow with metallic gold and bronze. Hunger fills the air screaming how much he’s missed me.

“Your son is getting that evil glint in his eye again and I don’t want to go down that route. It’s destructive for all of us,” I grumble.

“Don’t deny
that you enjoy it,” he hisses.

“Whatever,” I give attitude right back at him. “Like you don’t like your cock shoved down Cort’s throat. I don’t judge you, so don’
t judge me, asshole,” I growl.

“My apologies, Regina, you are right,” he says with r
emorse and I know he means it.

“Don’t disrespect me again,” I warn “I’m doing this shit for you.”

“Again… my apologies,” he whispers and twines his fingers with mine. “I’m grumpy,” he glowers.

“Yeah, me too.
Anyway… I need you to tell Cort you need his services in my room. Put a blindfold on him and lead him in there. Make sure Cort sits on the edge of the bed. Ezra and I will be in the bathroom waiting. You have five minutes.”

I start to walk away and he gr
abs my hand and pulls me back.

“What are you up to, Regina?” He stares at me intently trying to read my intensions on my face.

“Just trust me and go with the flow,” I smirk at him and hunt down Dr. Lunatic. I won’t be subjected to his lust and hate-mongering.

“Come with me,” I whisp
er in Ezra’s ear and he jolts.

He doesn’t ask any questions; he just eagerly follows me to my bedroom and into my bath.

“I’m doing this for you, Ez. So don’t pull any shit,” I warn. “Marc’s bringing Cort in here for you to enjoy. Don’t touch me sexually again. If you do I’ll take Cort away again.”

“Regina,” he growls and his gunme
tal gray eyes flare with heat.

“I believe the appropriate response is ‘thank you, Regina.’ Say it,” I prompt.

“Thank you, Regina,” he bites out as we hear our partners enter my bedroom.

“Sit right there and don’t move,” Marcus tells Cort and positions him on the edge of the bed.

I push Ezra out of the bathroom and lead him over to Cort. Marc looks at me like I’ve lost my ever-loving mind… maybe I have.

My fingers fumble with the zipper on Ezra’s trousers and he starts to pant excitedly. His cock pops out painfully aroused and dripping with eager precum. I get him into position at the foot of the bed between Cort’s thighs and tap his cockhea
d on Cort’s bottom lip.

I arch a brow at Marc to prompt him. He looks back at me in confusion and concern. I open my mouth and make a lewd g
esture and he finally gets it.

“Open up and swallow my cock,” Marc gives a lust-filled groan to Cort.

Cortez immediately complies and Ezra’s cock disappears between his parted lips. He jolts when recognition hits and I worry that he’ll bolt from the room.

“Ezra, don’t,” he growls around his cock and Ezra’s spine bows.

I quickly hop on the bed and fuse myself to Cort’s back. He starts to struggle and Marc’s hands join mine.

“Listen, fuckers. You will do this and you will enjoy it. I will not be this lunatic’s plaything. So get to suc
king,” I command breathlessly.

“Regina,” he gasps in betrayal around Ezra’s engorge
d cock.

“Yeah, this is borderline assault, but since no one had any issue with Ezra doing it to me… Welcome to the club, Cortez,” I taunt.

“Fuck his face,” I gasp to Ezra.

Ez’s eyes go wide with lust and Cort starts to renew his struggles.

“Yeah, struggle,” I taunt. “He loves that. There’s no denying that you do to. Look at the tent in your pants,” I yank the tie that’s blindfolding him from around his head. Cort’s crotch is tented to the extreme and moisture is seeping through the linen pants.

“Suck,” I demand breathlessly and he obeys with a groan of pleasure.

I hide my face in Cort’s hair to cover the high look in my eyes. Nothing gets me off more than playing puppet master. If they wouldn’t do it on their own then I will force them to like it.

Marc buries his face in the back of my neck and starts sucking. My body falls lax, but I don’t let go of Cort. Knowing him as well as I do, he’d still try to get away even if he was craving it.