The Hunter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (23 page)

Cortez Abernathy: Present
-Chapter Twenty-Eight-

“The fuck,” I hiss when I don’t get more than twenty feet away from the kitchen. Marcus pulls me into the powder room and pins me to the now closed door. “Let me go,” I demand, telling myself for the hundredth time that I need to start weight training. “What is your malfunction?”

“Just be quiet,” Marc warns, dropping to his knees. I freak the fuck out when he pops the button on my jeans. My body beads with sweat as my cock fills to maximum capacity with blood.

“What the fuck, Marcus? Are you insane? We can’t do this- I’m trying to get my shit together,” I angrily growl. Ignoring me, Marc pulls his cell from his pocket,
rolling his eyes up to pin me with his amber stare.

Aft
er typing in a series of digits, lightning fast, Marc says into the phone, “I’m gonna suck Cortez’s cock right now. Just thought I should warn you,” he arrogantly sings, sounding like a lunatic. “Nah, he’s not fighting me… much.”

“Marc, seriously? Is that Ezra on the phone? I did not agree to this. He’s probably driving, and he’ll wreck. Do you want Ezra to wreck?”
My voice quivering with panic, I try to bring some sanity back into Marc’s face. He’s lost.

Marcus thinks about it, truly thinks about it. I can see the thought
s war across his face as he imagines how much easier life would be without Ezra in ours.

“No,” I panic, fighting, but Marc is stronger than me. He quickly s
tands, pressing his forearm across my neck, immobilizing me. His hand skims down my chest and dips into my pants. Marc’s warm fingers wrap around my cock, causing me to whimper. I groan when he firmly strokes.

“Marc?” I plead, voice cracking with a combination of fear and lust.

“Ezra isn’t driving, Roarke is,” Marc happily announces. “I’m gonna suck his cock now,” he threatenly murmurs into the phone, and then ends the call. Marcus drops to his knees again, giving me
a don’t fight me
look.

Marc’s phone rings and rings as I stand against the bathroom door, stunned, frozen in shock. Marcus kneels at my feet, scowling at the phone that is flashing
Son
as the caller. Confusion crosses Marc’s face as the reminder of what he is doing sinks in. As if the bad part of his mind wins, Marc reaches over and turns his phone off, leaving us in silence- the only sound is Marc’s labored breath.

“Don’t fight me- it will unleash my true nature and it won’t just b
e a blowjob that you end up receiving,” Marcus warns, a second later my ever-ready cock is slipping past his parted lips. The back of my head hits the door when I jackknife at the sensation of Marc’s warm, wet mouth enclosing over my cockhead as he slowly drinks me down. A scorching hot tongue swirls around my tip, teasing me into shuddering in bliss. I don’t want this, but it doesn’t stop me from enjoying it.

“Marc, what’s going on with you?” I mutter, curling my fists at my sides because they want to tangle in Marc’s unruly curls.
I pretend in my mind that I want to yank him away by the hair, not use it as leverage to fuck his throat.

“I’m in love with you and I have to watch you and Ezra act… act so in love. It’s killing me- driving me fucking nuts. You won’t touch me or suck me off or let me fuck you. You gave me a taste and ran off to Ezra.” Marcus stops his speech by sucking me down his throat.

I gasp in shock, body running with sweat. Marc’s fingers grip my ass, digging into my flesh. The sweet edge of the pain adds to the pleasurable assault.

“Christ, that feels good,” I breathe, praying that Christ and Marcus didn’t hear me. “You have to stop, Marc. Please,” I beg. “This isn’t healthy, and you don’t love me. You want me and Ezra together. It’s best for the family. You’re just confused.”

My cell urgently ringing Ezra’s ringtone cuts into anything Marcus would have said. But, realistically, Marc wasn’t about to speak with my cock rammed down his throat. He’s a man on a mission- determined.

“Ez,” I moan, trying to mask my pleasure and fear.

“Is he forcing you?” Ezra tightly hisses.

“Um… pretty much. Fuck,” I grunt, hips slamming closer to Marc’s mouth. “
I’m sorry,” I whine. “It’s not that I can pretend this isn’t awesome… but I’d rather not do this at all. What is wrong with him?”

“We’ll talk when I get home. Promise me you’ll get Marcus to stop before you pop. Cort, you will never take one more of my punishments… and make no mistake, Marc is punishing me right now. You’re not my fucking whipping boy,” Ezra shouts, cutting off the call.

“Marc,” I cry, phone slipping from my fingertips to clatter to the floor- forgotten. “You gotta stop,” I moan, hips contradictorily surging and retreating into the hot, wet depths of Marc’s mouth. “Are you even hard? I bet you’re not. You just like how I make you feel. I know you love me, but you’re not in love with me,” I try to get Marcus back to normal.

“
Uhhhh,” Marc grunts around my cock, making me writhe. My eyes slip shut from the ecstasy.

“It’s true. I need to be with someone who loves all of me, not just pieces. You love me, love touching me. But this is just a test right now. You love fucking me, but you pretend I’m not a
man, that my cock doesn’t exist. You really don’t want to suck me or jerk me off. You’re just scared. You love all of Regina, I love all of Ezra, and they both love all of us. Don’t ruin our lives,” I beg. 

Ignoring me, Marcus steps up his efforts. Quickly bobbing his head, cheeks denting from the immense amount of pressure of his sucking, Marcus puts the
job
in blow job. My fingers seek Marc’s ringlets, twisting in the mass of hair. I push him on my cock and draw back out, over and over until I have to cum, and then I roughly yank Marcus from my cock.

“No,” I shout at Marcus, fisting his curls. “NO!” Cock beating, needing to cum, Marcus stares up at me, lost in his inner miseries. “You’re not hard at all. I know you’re not. If you loved me, you’d know why it hurts to be used. Why you punishing me in Ezra’s place is so very wrong. I’ve told you everything down to the last second of my torture, and you
’re disrespecting me right now… you’re disrespecting yourself… you’re disrespecting Regina… and you’re trying to punish Ezra.”

We both eye the cum dripping off my d
ick as it plops to the floor. I didn’t orgasm, but it’s pouring out in a steady stream- another phenomenon of my retarded prick. I joke that it’s exquisite. But in reality, it’s stubborn and demanding and won’t be denied. I ignore it, hoping Marcus does, too.

“Ezra deserves it,” Marcus cries. Head hanging in defeat, he rises to his feet. “There is only one way to punish Ezra, and we all know it- you,” Marc points at my chest. “But you’re right. You deserve better than that. I’m sorry,” he whimpers.

“What’s going on?” I demand, tucking myself back into my jeans, barely able to zip up over my raging hard-on.

“I…
I have to feed Regina tonight… I have to unleash my nature, and I don’t think I can hold back. I’ll hurt her.” Marcus runs his fingers through his hair, scrunching his face in pain. “I know your secret- the only one you’ve ever kept from me… and I blame Ezra. Everything bad you do is because of Ezra… and I will find out the truth, even if it means I go fucking crazy.”

“Marc.” My voice twists in pain. “Please, let it go,” I beg. Unbidden, my hand reaches out to comfort the man who moments ago was violating me in the most pleasurable way possible- bliss or not, it was still wrong.
“You will be told, but there is a time table. Be very patient.”

“I… I’m sorry, so fucking sorry,” Marcus grumbles, looking ashamed and embarrassed. “I’ll… I gotta go,” Marc hisses, shoving me from in front of the bathroom door. He quickly flings open the door and charges out, running as fast as he can- from what, I have no fucking clue.

No more destructive behavior for me- masturbation included. My blue balls and jerking cock are staying in my pants until Ezra relieves me. I do the healthy thing, I go write.

Cortez Abernathy
: Present
-Chapter Twenty-Nine-

I could be the bigger man- I said I wouldn’t play dirty, but I didn’t say I was selfless. After a four hour long
writing session where I poured my heart upon the page, I enter my bedroom to find Ezra in the throes of making love to Katya- and it is love. I can see it in the set of Ezra’s body and the way Katya moans for him. It’s not rough or passionate, but it’s loving.

I stand back, watching, learning. Ezra slowly rocks above Katya, twisting her face into ecstasy. I never did that to a woman- ever.
I never made them writhe and buck on the mattress… because I’ve never taken a girl to bed that wasn’t Faith or Katya. All others were in Restraint or a bathroom stall at Hillbrook or in my car… or in a motel room in rural Pennsylvania.

Faith made me doubt myself- my abilities as a man.
I could say Faith was being nasty, jealous, hateful… but I truly didn’t have the finesse to please a woman. I could fuck them and make them cum like a freight train, but I couldn’t love them. As is evident by my wives. I love them, but I’ve never been in love with them- they are my sisters- Divina and Katya. Hell, Faith fits that bill. I still love Faith after all the shit she’s done to me. Family. I love them as family.

My body
is no longer ruling my mind now that I know how to read myself. Hot and ready, hard and pulsing, it doesn’t mean love or lust. It’s just a body function. My emotions dictate my feelings.

My cock goes insane, begging to join the fray
, dampening my boxers as I longingly watch. Ezra is mine, and even though Katya and I said we shouldn’t touch, nothing is wrong with it. I could just run my fingers over Ezra’s taut back, massage the muscles that bunch and release. I could dig my nails into his ass as he expertly pumps into Kitten’s pussy in a dizzying rhythm. I could help. But I don’t want to help
them
. I just want to help Ezra, and that is telling. It screams that I shouldn’t join- it’s not healthy for any of us.

Reaching the crescendo
, loud moans and groans permeating the room, I become a naughty shit, and do something that will thoroughly incite Katya. I lean over the writhing couple, Ezra on top of Katya in the missionary position. I kiss Kat on her cheek, so far gone in the throes of ecstasy that she doesn’t realize they are my lips, not Ezra’s. I grip the back of Ezra’s hair and tug his face to mine- I inhale his lips, sucking his tongue deep into my mouth… and he instantly comes- screaming my name as if in pain, and I suck his sounds- eat his song of release.

Wrong? Yes.

Using Katya against herself? Oh, fuck yeah.

Ezra shudders, groaning my name over and over as he orgasms inside our Kitten.

Playing dirty? Hell, yes.

It’s my life, and I ain’t giving it up for anyone, including the mother of my children. Ezra’s mine. Even if he picks Katya, I won’t give him a moment’s peace.

Ezra’s mine, and this fight is about to get down and dirty.

Katya’s
green eyes flutter open, hurt shining through. She painfully swallows, staring me down, knowing exactly what I am up to. If Kat doesn’t fight for Ezra, she doesn’t deserve him. A man like Ezra deserves only the strongest, the craftiest… the cunning. Because whoever Ezra keeps, they have to survive Ezra.

I feel slightly ashamed of myself, but not enough
to never to do it again.

A flash of Faith
’s angelic face, and then Regina’s fierce face, and finally, Katya’s unsure face, flies through my mind. Ezra and I have always used women as a conduit. It was disrespectful, and I don’t know who it was truly for- me? Ezra? I don’t know. But the insanity has to stop- the disrespect has to stop.

I’m sorry
, I mouth to Katya, realizing that I’ve used her for four years straight. Allowing Kat in our bed so that I didn’t freak out about it just being Ezra and me- the fear, the past, the agony and the confusion. But none of that is present now. Does that make Katya disposable… or me?

Tension and anger fleeing Katya
’s face, she closes her eyes and sadly shakes her head. Ezra cuddles on top of her, spent and satiated from the sex and affection- the connection.

“I’m going to shower. I just wanted to say hey,” I tease, feeling like shit, but feelin
g high from wielding so much power over Ezra- that one touch from me had Ezra orgasming. Is that love or lust or obsession?

“I need to talk to you about Marc,” Ezra drowsily says. “I’ll meet you in the yard after your shower. And don’t think for a second that I don’t k
now what you two fucks are up to.”

“What? Me and Marc?” I grumble. “I stopped him.”

“No,” Ezra sighs. “You guys,” he pins me with a sad stare, and then flicks his eyes to Katya. “You and I fucking like rabbits, insatiable. Katya giving me attention after months of ignoring me. Neither of you touching each other, but talking behind my back. We need to talk,” he stresses.

“Not yet, Ezra,” Katya whispers, petrified. “Not yet.”
Ezra just stares at Kat in confusion, having no idea that Katya and I are scared shitless that he will drop one of us or the both of us. Ezra looks to me, and my face is mirroring Katya’s thoughts.

“What’s going on?” Ezra murmurs
, his eyebrows dipping low in confusion.

“I’m gonna shower,” I happily say, like my heart is
n’t breaking for all of us. “I’ll meet you in the south lawn. I need to know why Marc is losing his shit.”