Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (80 page)

I have to get him a guy for his sanity. I don’t want him lusting after Dr. Lunatic. He’s more than Whitt bargained for. I finally have Ezra off my ass and now I’m going to do the deed with Whitt. This is a onetime offer. I hope Whitt and Dalton
are a good match. I’m sick of being everyone’s outlet. I just want one of my own. If only Marcus would get his head out of his ass.

“What’s bothering you the most?” Whitt asks shyly.

“I don’t know,” I mumble. “I really don’t.”

“Hey!” I yelp when he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder
and charges off to my bedroom.

“What are you doing?” I kick my feet in the air and he slaps my ass.

“I told you, I will always be in charge in bed. I meant it.” He whips the blankets off my bed and kicks them to the corner. He smirks at me and says, “I don’t want to smell them during our only time together.”
He drops me on the bed and grins down at my shocked face.

“You need someone to take charge right now so you don’t have to feel guilty. There’s nothing to feel guilty about, but that doesn’t change anything. So do as I say and be a good girl. I’ll do all the work. I know this is our only time. I won’t ask again, but if you ever want me, all you have to do is ask.”

“Okay,” I say quietly. My voice quivers from nervousness.

“I want you- don’t ever forget that,” he warns. “I won’t show you anything but affection after tonight. You can change this at any time by asking for more.”
His blue eyes pin me and wait.

“Oh,” I mumble because I forgot that he’s Master Daniel right now and he’s waiting for affirmation. “Yes, Daniel. I understand,” I say agreeably.

“Good. I’m going to shower. I’m nervous too,” he whispers and kisses me lightly.

While he cleans up I change all the bedding on my bed and light a few candles. I grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. I don’t want to get drunk, but it will relax us. I want this to be perfect for him.

Holy shit- I wasn’t this nervous on my first time. I huff a laugh and smooth the sheets down.

I put on a nightgown I picked out more than a month ago for this occasion. It’s similar to the one that I wore with Grant. It
creeps me out that I chose something so similar to the one I wore when I lost my virginity to his father. I’m a bad, bad girl. I’ve slept with four, soon to be five, guys and they’re all interwoven. I’m not adding to those numbers even if I have to be celibate, and knowing Marc that’s a very strong possibility.

I shut the lights out and allow the glow from the candles to illuminate the room. I crawl in between the sheets and wait. I nibble on my lip and tap my fingers. I stare at the ceiling and wonder if Marcus is watching this right now. Actually I have no doubt that he is. First thing Monday morning I’m hiring someone to remove all the surveillance gear he has stashed in my house. It better only be in my room because I will kill him if he’s infringing upon my daughter’s precious privacy. She’s only ten for Christ’s sake.

I give a double salute to whoever is watching. I fly the bird and giggle when my phone pings several times over. I pluck it off the nightstand and snicker when I see three messages.

Dr. Lunatic
:
So Whitt wants to fuck me. You better pop that cherry so I can get a piece.

“Not happening, Ezra,” I say loudly to the
room and my phone pings again.

Dr. Lunatic
:
Will too, if I want it to.

I stick my tongue out and open another text.

Master of the Universe
:
I love you.
&
if you try to remove the cameras from your house I will continue to install them- so why bother?

“Which one of you has custody of Cort this evening,” I tease.

Ping.

Master of the Universe
:
We’re all together in the Brownstone- Me, Ezra, Cort, Roman, and Jamie. We’re throwing a Whitt becomes a man party. We’re watching you on a sixty-inch plasma with a split screen. Would you like to know what your husband’s up to in the shower?

“Uh…no!”
I shriek in a panic. “You guys are fucking insane. This is beyond creepy. You’re watching a man you’ve known since he was born,” I speak to the empty room.
With his father watching
I mouth to them and picture Marcus shrugging. I open the last text and smile.

The Second Coming
:
Thank you, Mistress.

I use the knowledge I’ve learned for the very first time. I know he can hear, but I want him to know that he’s important enough to me that I’d learn how to communicate with him in his way. I sign
I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.

Whitt comes out of my bathroom completely naked and I lose the ability to think. I’m sure the guys love the gobsmacked look on my face. Whitt notices because he blushes and ducks his head. I stare in awe as beads of water drip from his water-darkened blond hair and slide down his neck to the center of his chest. I lick my suddenly dry lips and tell my mind to quit thinking about licking him dry. Jesus, what a bounty- he’s going to make Dalton a very happy boy.

“Just so you know, we have an audience,” I warn.

“What’s new about that? I’m the one who installed all the cameras in Whittenhower Estates. I’m not surprised that Marc did your house.”

“You can’t be okay with them watching,” I say incredulously and he shrugs his perfect shoulders.

“Depends, who’s watching?” He crawls between the sheets and curls aro
und me and kisses my shoulder.

“They’re at the Brownstone watching us on the big TV. I bet the bastards are eating popcorn,” I say snidely and Whitt chuckles.

Ping! Ping! Ping! -sounds in rapid succession.

Reality
Reject
:
Regina, you know I love pistachios. And we’re drinking Black and Tans. Look at this as payback for this afternoon and payback’s a bitch. We’re getting impatient. FUCK!

Whitt jumps up on the bed and bends over and slaps his own ass… Thwack… thwack… thwack… He giggles the entire time and uses my bed as a trampoline. I laugh so hard I think I’m going to piss the bed.

Sobriety Pushing Dealer
:
Sweetheart, that’s not helping. Cort and Ez just went nuts. Everyone here likes his sweet ass with the exception of the mute and even he thought it was cute. Make him stop for the love of all that is holy!! They’re trying to touch me- eww…

“You’re working up the crazies. Ya better stop or they may take Roman against his will,” I tease Whitt when he breathlessly falls onto the bed next to me.

“He’s sucked two of the cocks at that house and I’m not telling you who,” Whitt teases. “He’ll deal.”

“Ah, come on… ya can’t hit me with something like that and refuse to tell me,” I whine.
Whitt kisses me to shut my ass up. I wonder if it was Jamie… or Dalton…

“Ungh,” I grunt when he bites my neck a
nd nibbles down to my breasts.

I grab a pillow to cover my face from the watching throng. It’s Roman and Jamie that makes me uncomfortable. The others have seen me in every position imaginable.

“No,” Master Daniel commands and my pillow disappears. “If they’re going to watch, then they’ll get the full show.”

I scowl at him and roll onto my stomach and hide my face into my mattress. They can look at my ass then.

“Hey,” I screech when he bites my ass.

Whitt lathes the painful spot with his silky smooth tongue. I groan when he licks every inch of my ass while his hands kneed my thighs. My eyes permanently roll back in my head from the pleasure of it. Like father, like son I think as I giggle.

“What?” Whitt asks and bites near the crack of my ass and dips his wet tongue in between.

I moan instead of answer and he bites me harder.

“Uh… I bet you love foreplay,” I tease.

“Ya think,” he grips the back of my hair and yanks until I turn my face so we can look at each other. “I’ve lived off of foreplay for years waiting to make love to you. I happened to have acquired a taste for it,” he sounds offended.

“Daniel,” I purr. “I wasn’t making fun. I think the foreplay gene runs in the Whittenhower bloodline. I haven’t met one of you that hasn’t loved it,” I chuckle at the aghast expression on his beautiful face.

I roll over and lick his chest. It’s still damp from the shower and…

“My God, you’re delicious. I could devour you,” I groan.

I push him onto the bed and go batshit with my tongue and teeth. I suck his nipple until he cries out in pleasure. My teeth grip his nipple and I bite down until he hisses and his breath catches in this throat. I hold him down with my palm in the center of his chest. Every nibble,
lick, and kiss my nails clench into his skin releasing a grunt from his throat.

“Queen,” he cries when I bite him hard where his thigh and hip meet. I spread his legs with my knees and he tries to sit up but my hand won’t allow it. I lick him from asshole to sack and he goes wild. I suck his cock down my throat in an expert move and he floods me with warm deliciousness that’s as addictive as a narcotic. I worry that I’ve just made him blow before he gets to the
main event.

“It does that constantly. It keeps making more. I didn’t orgasm,” he says frantically
and grips the back of my head.

“No worries, I wasn’t going to stop,” I chuckle as he keeps pumping precum down my throat as if he’s coming. Whoa…

My tongue slides under his foreskin and my teeth nip it. He cries out and tries to sit up again.

“Nah-uh,” I tease him and he moans when the vibrations in my throat rumbles around his cock.

“No one’s ever done that before,” he pleads.

“Why not?”
I ask in surprise. The boy’s been getting constant head at Restraint.

“Condoms,” he grunts when I suck him brutally.

“No fun. You can’t explore with latex in the way. But you better wear them if they aren’t your lover,” I growl at him.
“No shit, Queen,” he says sarcastically. “Suck me harder,” he orders and pushes my head down on his cock.

I suck for all I’m worth. When his cock starts to pulse and spurt more I let up and move on to new territory. I groan at how good he tastes and his addictive scent as I bury my face into his sack and tongue between his cheeks.

“Queen,” he shouts and jumps up. Ah- I guess he was just letting me hold him down.

I kneel in the center of my bed as he stands over me. Whitt’s eyes are as wild as a spooked horse. His perfect cock is pumping stream after stream of essence onto the bed. I lean forward and let it plop onto my tongue.

“Ah!” He shrieks and jumps off the bed. “I just came twice, Queen. Jesus,” he hisses. 
“I thought you didn’t orgasm,” I raise an eyebrow at the liar. “Liar, liar pants on fire,” I tease.

“Okay, I admit it,” he says bashfully and blushes. “But I don’t need any down time. I can go and go… and go.”

I snicker and lick my lips. Yeah, his dad’s the same way and he also blows his load way too quick. It’s a good thing they have no down time or their lovers would be upset.

“And here I thought you had to be in charge in bed,” I t
aunt Whitt and his eyes widen.

He lunges for me and I run. I giggle as he chases me around my room. I let him catch me when I start to get breathless. He flings me on
the bed and sits on my belly.

“I’ll show you what else I’ve practiced for this night,” he says in his Master Daniel voice and I groan in pleasure.

He pushes me down and unlike when I did it to him, I can’t move. He holds me motionless as he attacks my breasts with abandon. I writhe as he sucks my nipples. It enlivens every nerve in my body and fires lust straight to my aching pussy. I bite my tongue against the begging that wants to erupt.

“Uh!”
I grunt when he presses my knees to my shoulders and dives between my thighs. He skillfully licks my eager pussy. He pays close attention to my lips by sucking and nibbling on them. Most guys forget that that feels fantastic too; they go straight for the clit.

“Kris taught you well,” I purr in encouragement.
Whitt tongue fucks me for the praise in both my pussy and my ass. He ignores my clit and it’s maddening. My moans become one continuous sound as he pleasures and explores me.

“You’re an expert pussy licker for a gay dude,” I giggle and he attacks my asshole in retaliation. It makes me giggle more and he laughs against me.

“I just love giving pleasure,” he admits. “Tell me I toss a mean salad,” he teases.

“Oh, Whitt,” I moan. “Someday you will drive your guy insane with your insatiable cock and your oral skills.” I don’t tease because I really mean it.

He rewards me by sucking my clit into his mouth. No amount of pressure could keep my spine from bowing. I cum from the tips of my toes and the roots of my hair and the pleasure pours out my throat. My fingers tangle in his sandy hair and my nails bite into his scalp. I writhe as the orgasm refuses to subside. I fall back onto the bed and gasp for breath. My vision won’t clear because I can’t get my eyes to stop rolling back inside my head in ecstasy.

“Daniel,” I moan because he said in bed that we’re Daniel and Regina- no nicknames. Whitt and Queen don’t exist when we make love
, and he is making love to me.

“Regina,” he breathes reverently as I wrap my arms and legs around him and embrace him tightly as he slides deep inside me- and he finally becomes a man. I imagine the guys at the Brownstone cheering and that’s the last thought I have of them as my husband rolls his hips against mine.