Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (79 page)

“Marc,” I hiss when he yanks up my dress and tears my panties away. “That’s inappropriate,” I chastise him.

“Yeah, and so is holding Cort down so Ezra can fuck his face. I haven’t been with you in three months. I’m not waiting a second longer,” Marc’s voice i
s rough with lust and longing.

Holding Cort on the bed has put me into the perfect position to get violated. My ass is in the air and my arms are around Cort’s shoulders. Marc gets behind me and swiftly enters me without any foreplay. His cock glides into me like butter since I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.

“Marc,” I throatily moan his name and Ezra leans down and kisses me. Cort starts to struggle again and Ezra pulls back.

“What… don’t ya like me kissing Regina?” He taunts Cort and a choking grumble sound emanates from Cortez’s throat. “I t
ake that as a no,” Ezra purrs.

I watch in shock as Ezra pulls from his partner’s mouth and attacks it with a kiss.

“Fuck me,” Cort begs over and over and I start to giggle. The bastard doesn’t mean it. It’s what he always does. I’ve had him beg me and Marcus just like that during training sessions.

Marcus is barely thrusting in me. He holds me close as his laughter rumbles up my back. “God, I love you,” he whispers in my ear. “No one would go to these lengths and then enjoy it with me.”

“I’ll fuck you all right,” Ezra warns and shoves his cock down Cort’s throat and raises his head and screams his release.

“I guess I better get us off since the fun is about to end,” Marc whispers to me and starts to thrust in abandon.

I shake my head no and firmly hold on to Cort’s shoulders. “Hold him down with me,” I gasp to Marc and he smiles when he figures out what I’m doing.

Ezra stumbles back in ecstasy. His cock is still hard and dripping all over my carpet. He has a smile on his face that I’ve never seen him wear. He gazes down at Cort with eyes filled
with love and utter devotion.

“Let me up,” Cort demands when he can’t take the emotions that Ezra is making him feel
. “NOW!” He shouts in a panic.

I yank him father up the bed until he’s resting on his back. I drop all of my weight on his chest so that he can’t get away as he struggles. Marc grabs
his hands and holds on tight.

“Ezra,” I say to get his attention. His gray eyes snap to my green and he looks a question at me.
“Suck him off and do a good job,” I command.

“He’s never let me do it before,” Ezra says in shock.

“He’s not letting you do it now either- we are. Show him how badly you want to do it and maybe he’ll let you do it again later.”

“Why are you doing this for me?” Ezra’s eyes water and his voice
warbles with intense emotions.

“We love you. This is my gift to you. We need you healed. Your girl’s flight gets in tonight and this shit has to stop. I have some ground rules. One: you will never touch me sexually again-
ever. Two: if you hurt Katya, I will hurt you. Three: You and Cortez will be in a real relationship or I will harm you both. Four: respect me and your father and do as you’re told. Get to sucking,” I command.

“Thank you,” he says reverently and smirks at me, and I know something shitty is going to flow from his
mouth. “I love you too, Mom.”

“Oh good Lord, yo
u’re fucking nuts,” I chuckle.

Cort pleadingly looks up at me in shock. I shake my head no and snuggle into him.

“This is for your own good,” I say firmly as Ezra divests Cort of his trousers, shoes, and socks. He even unbuttons his dress shirt and pulls his undershirt up so he can look at his perfect body. I hold a thrashing Cort down as Ezra takes his sweet time licking, kissing, and sucking every inch of bare flesh. Cort isn’t struggling to get away any longer.

Sometimes you have to push people to do what’s best for them. Cort is scared of Ezra- scared of his feelings for him. He loves him so much and he’d rather push him away out of fear than enjoy him. He’s stuck back in the time when Ezra was stolen from the night. The agony, pain, and anguish have never left Cort’s nightmares. He pushes the love of his life away because he fears he’ll fall deeper into love and when he loses him, it will kill a large part of his soul. I know this, Cort knows this, and Marcus knows it. Ezra doesn’t and it’s killing him. They both need this. It’s twisted and I don’t give a fuck!

I lie on top of Cort’s chest while he moans in my ear. Marcus is behind me slowly making love to me. Usually he goes gang busters on my ass, but today he takes his time. He isn’t watching the boys either. His face is buried against my neck as he breathes words of devotion into my ear. I’ve never been told I love you as much in my lifetime as Marcus has in the past few minutes.

Marcus’ words are echoed from Cort’s mouth as he spews adoration to Ezra. He’d never let his partner touch him this way, but now he’s begging him for it. Cort even allows Ezra between his thighs to enjoy other places that he’s long denied him. Ezra’s eyes mirror Cort’s with starvation. Starvation to make love to one another, but Ezra denies them both the pleasure. Even half-insane Ezra waits until Cort will voluntarily ask him to do this last thing that has separated them from complete connection.

“Oh, God,” Cort groans when he’s introduced to Ezra’s fingers for the first time. “That’s why I’ve always said no. Now I’ll beg you for that, you rat-bastard,” he hisses in ecstasy.

I slide off of Cort and roll to my back. I hold my legs open in invitation waiting to cradle Marcus between them. He gazes at me shyly with a sweet glint in his eye and joins us as one. He makes love to me as he did on the dock many months ago.

“I’ve missed you,” I mouth to him and fall into oblivion. I know, see, hear, feel, or smell nothing that isn’t Marcus. My bedroom fades away as does the mingled moans of Cortez and Ezra. I’m transported to a dock on a cold October evening and seep into Marc’s warm embrace.

Chapter Sixteen

“Please, Mommy,” my ten-year-old daughter relentlessly begs me and she only calls me Mommy when she wants something.

Whitt and our family are the only ones left in my house. Even Kristal and Fate left to stay at the Brownstone with Roman. They left because of the gift I have planned for Whitt this evening. My family is trying to convince me to let Ella have a sleepover so that the house is empty. Of course the ones begging don’t know that Whitt will be staying here. What’s pissing me off is that it’s Whitt putting the thoughts inside my daughter’s head that are spewing from her whining lips.

I’m just happy that no one was the wiser to what happened in my bedroom. We came back to the party and had a fun time. People did comment on the fact that Cortez was glued to Ezra and they kept kissing and hugging like teenagers in love. It was cute and sickeningly sweet. I’d worried that I’d crossed a line by forcing Ezra on Cortez, but the aftermath proved how right I was for doing it.

Cort kissed my cheek when he left and whispered thank you in my ear. I know it’s not a cure-all. Cortez is notorious for feeling the love in post-coital bliss, but when the endorphins wane his attitude blazes to life.

Ezra shook my hand and smirked when I looked at him funnily. He mouthed
if I kiss you it will be sexual
and walked away laughing. I’m just happy that he’s behaving and sticking to my new rules of engagement.

Hours later the Regals, Whittenhowers, and Prestons are surrounding my table after playing
Life
and
Clue,
and eating every bit of food that was leftover from the party. Whitt looks like he could shit rainbows he’s so fucking happy. I think to myself that this is what my future could look like if we’re able to take control of Misery Castle. Adelaide and her sister Katherine are chatting about the new painting that Adelaide’s gallery commissioned. Niel is teasing his sister and their cousins, Whitney and Prissy.

Whitt holds my gaze and we share a bittersweet stare. This would be nearly perfect if Jamie was with us. No one at this table knows he’s alive but me. I wished Priscilla was here too. I want my girls back here with Roman, and Kristal’s mother, Martha to join us. I want Marc and his bad behaving Ezes to be here too. All of them are my family. I won’t feel whole without t
hem all at my table.

Whitt nods his head in understanding and smiles. We silently hold a conversation. I know he’s saying
soon
and willing it into existence. I don’t doubt his ability to obtain that happy future for us. I’ll do anything that I can do to reach it, too.

“Mom,” Niel says softly to gain my attention. “I’ll go, too, if that’ll change your mind,” he says begrudgingly and I shake my head yes.

I delve so far into my thoughts that I don’t hear two high-pitched girly screams of elation fill the air. Katherine invited Ella to spend the weekend with her and the girls. I was scared to let my daughter out of my sight and enter familial, enemy territory. But my son is sacrificing his own manliness to assuage my fears.

What fourteen-year-old would want to have a sleepover with two ten-year-old girls and a fourteen-year-old young lady? My very responsible son would after what he found out last week. Whitt and I sat the kids down last week and told them the truth. We told them that we were married and that Whitt was adopting Ella. We stressed the importance that the information be kept a secret. Niel cried so hard that I didn’t know how to console him when he found out that Whitt was his brother. It took me a few minutes to realize that he was happily relieved, not sad about the truth. He blubbered about how he wasn’t strong enough to head the Whittenhowers and it reminded me so much of Grant that I had to leave the room to bawl my eyes out.

The entire time I had a hate-on for Jamie and when I returned to the living room Niel looked at me with huge green eyes filled with relief. I instantly forgave Jamie- again. My son is getting the reprieve that Grant wasn’t offered. Grant was offered death, so he became Jamie. In the past five weeks since I’ve known, I’ve wavered back and forth between resentment and acceptance. I’ve yet to see Jamie face-to-face.

“Go pack an overnight bag and don’t forget your toothbrush,” I stress to my daughter. She’s very mature and smart for her age, but she does sneaky shit to annoy me- like not brushing her teeth.

Within minutes Ella is packed up and happily kisses my lips in parting. I squeeze Niel because our weekend is being cut short. I’ll go to Kate’s house and eat breakfast with them tomorrow morning before they go to church and they’ll drop Ella off tomorrow evening.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll never let anything happen to her,” Niel vows and it draws tears to my eyes.

He has a bit of Grant in him, but when it comes to family and responsibility Whitt and me scream from his eyes. He’s as strong as diamonds, but extremely sensitive. It will make a woman very happy someday.

“I trust you,” I murmur and give him a huge hug and a kiss to the forehead.
Fifty more
happy birthdays & have a great night
sing from the departing Whittenhowers and Prestons, and then we’re finally alone. I swallow a lump in my throat. I don’t think I can do this… 

“I didn’t think they’d ever leave,” Whitt murmurs and falls to the sofa in exhaustion.

“Oh, why’s that?” I mumble knowingly and head to the kitchen. I need a swig of something stronger than hell.

“Am I that ugly that you have to get toasted to sleep with me?” He teases me, but underneath is fear of rejection.
“Whitt,” I sigh. “You’re hotter than hell and you know it.” I stare him down until he grins at me.
“This is difficult for me. A lot of thoughts are screaming in my mind- thoughts on morality,” I stress.

“Ah, so sleeping with me on my birthday is a moral issue, but fucking father, son, and son’s boyfriend is okay with you,” he laughs.

“What?” I yelp in outrage.

“I saw, Queen. What the hel
l?” He yelps right back at me.

“I didn’t sleep with them. You’re acting like a child.”

“Explain it to me?” He orders and backs me up to the cupboards.

“Marc and I held Cort down and made him suck Ezra off,” I hiss defensively. Whitt crow
ds my space and laughs in awe.

“Ah… so that’s why he was so cuddly.” He laughs.

“We held him down while Ezra did everything he’s ever dreamed of to Cort’s body,” I say proudly.

“Did he fuck him?” Whitt’s really interested on that subject. He’s dreamed of having Ezra underneath him for a long time- as is evident by the hard press of arousal against my belly.
“Nah… not yet. I just wanted him to stop stalking me and get over his issues. Get those visions of his tight ass pressed against your pelvis outta your head. He’s a fucking lunatic.”

“Mmm… he does have a nice ass,” he
murmurs and tries to kiss me.

I push him off and sulk from the room. I never know where I stand with the men in my life. They either lust after each other, or Cort and Ezra. Jesus, whatever happened to straight men? Even Roman doesn’t care either way. Grant, I mean Jamie, has no interest in guys.

I flop down on the sofa and take a big gulp of brandy. I sigh as the warmth floods my tummy and radiates up my chest. Who am I kidding? Nothing’s hotter than watching those insane bastards touch each other. I ignore the ache in my lower belly when I envision Whitt enjoying Ezra’s firm ass.