Dalton (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (15 page)

He continues to draw in heavy b
reaths next to my ear as if he’s as affected by me as I a
m him. It amps up
my need to touch him. I twist my fingers in the covers on my bed using it to restrain me. I have to wait for permission.
The hot breath abruptly stops. He holds his breath for a moment and lets it out in a great sigh as he steps away from me. He tugs my hand for me to stand before him. His fingers grip the edge of my shirt and I protest.
“No, not even my wife has seen my bare skin. If you want to see me, then I have to see you.”
He makes a frustrated sound I’
m familiar with and I chuckle.

His fingers return. One hand pulls down my thermal shirt and the other tugs up on my t-shirt.

“I bet you’re fabulous at charades,” I tease him. I hear his breathing pick up like he trying not to laugh out loud.
I allow him to remove my t-shirt. I always wear two shirts- the bottom one always has long sleeves. I hide my marks, not out of shame, but because I don’t feel the need to be gawked at or have to explain them to everyone. Plus it makes my mom cry and that hurts me more than anything.
It shouldn’t. I should make her look at them constantly. A son’s love is unconditional and that’s what makes it hurt so much.

Next he tugs on my pants. I allow this because I have nothing to hide on the lower part of my body. Tony thought that it should stay pretty for his associates and apparently my future wife.
I assume it was
a barter
with my mother not to hurt what she used as a commodity. Both of them had different reasons, but it had the same outcome.
I hold the waistband of my boxers. He can see the show, but not the whole show.
I stand before him half dressed in the bright of my apartment. I can’t see him, but he can see all of me with perfect clarity. Warmth spreads through my body. So far everything with this man has been a new experience. I’ve never had a lover. It was always force, then acceptance, and finally,
it i
s duty. This feels different. It makes me feel alive for the f
irst time. I don’t know why he’s hiding, but I know who he is and I would’
ve chosen him immediately. It’s the first time I want and I think I will get.

“I want to see you too,” I flirt with him
, placing just enough pleading into my voice to catch his breath
. The other half of my Switch personality comes to the fore.
A dominant can be
commanding and comforting. A submissive has the need to please and we will use anything
in our power to please
. A true submissive has an arsenal of seductions to make their master proud. I may not have the demeanor or charm of
Sebastian
, but I can seduce like a pro. Tony made sure I was proficient and I learned a lot f
rom Sandy, but it was my mother
that
made sure I was schooled in the art.

“Do you like what you see?” I bow my head allowing my hair to cascade across my face and tip my chin back up. It would have more of an impact if my eyes weren’t covered. I would have looked at him beneath my lashes. I will do anything to finally get a real lover. He won’t hide from me for long.

He growls near my face and I smirk. I know he knows I’m seducing
him on purpose. Eventually he’
ll fuck up and speak. I could easily call him by name, but it’d mean more if he did it on his own. I think I’d enjoy it if he were so taken with me that he would speak out on accident. I want to be the one who makes him lose control.
I hear the rustle of fabric and my body ignites. My head snaps back up and I rapidly move it
from side to side to pinpoint the sound. I start to inhale air at a fast rate. What will happen next?
The suspense is killing me. We’re seducing each other. We’
re both trying to get the other to say his name. I want to growl and make his fru
strated noise too.
He pushes
me
toward
s
the bed and I take a clue and lie down. I hear his feet tap
on my hardwood floor, first away and then back. He settles on the bed with me and I move over to give him room. His fingers pluck the mask from my face. I blink several times trying to clear my vision.
“You turned the light off,” I whine. “No fair.
The warmth and solid weight of his body drive me to a fevered pitch. I roll onto my side and face him. It’s light enough in the room that I can make out his lanky shape, but no features. It doesn’t matter I know exactly what he looks like. His bare chest and arms glow bright white in the darkness- as do his thighs.
“What next? I want to talk to you. Are you trying to drive me mad?”
I growl.

His hand slides up the side of my neck and cups my cheek. He holds me like that for several long minutes. I lay frozen under his touch. My breathing accelerates and our chests touch with every inhalation.

He leans in slowly- hesitantly. He hovers above my lips and I make that notorious sound of frustration at the back of my throat. His fingers tighten on my face immobilizing me. I need to so badly move that last inch and touch his lips.
“Only my first kiss was with a boy. It was a fleeting touch. I’ve never had the pleasure of it again. Are you worried?”
I whisper into the darkness.

He stays frozen. I can see the white
s
of his eyes. Understanding dawns on me.

“You’ve never kissed a guy before, have you?”

One of the fingers gripping my face breaks from formation and slides across my bottom lip.
“I’d like to tell you it’s no different than kissing a girl, but God I hope it is.” The
need to connect with someone I’
m attracted to is infused in my voice. I sound starved.
I can tell by
the whites of his eyes that he’
s staring at my lips. I can’t take it anymore. I unearth a trick that Sandy taught me. I slowly lick my bottom lip. I watch as his eyes widen like a crazed horse. I follow it up by biting my lip with my teeth. His gasp tells me I’m finally going to get what I want- a man to kiss me of his own volition. One I want badly.

He presses softly and I allow him to do as he pleases. I soften my mouth and part m
y lips. I’
m pliant for him. If all he wants is
to brush his lips with mine, I’
m fine with that. I will not take the lead.

I gasp when his tongue parts my lips and seeks mine out. I throw away the notion of following his lead when his tongue twines with mine. I moan and pull him closer to me. I wrap my arms around his back and knead his bare flesh. His hands reach beneath the back of my shirt and touch me
tenderly where previously all I’ve
known
was pain. The pleasure is painful in its exquisiteness. I allow him to draw my shirt over my head. Less than a second our lips are parted before we fuse them back together. As far as a real first kiss goes I’d rank this as spectacular. It compares to nothing before it.
“Holy shit, you can kiss,” I gasp out when he lets me up for air. I take a gulp of air and move back in for more.
I meld myself to his lips, press my chest to his, and run my hands down the back of his boxers all the while moaning in pleasure.

A hand on my chest pushes me back. He rolls onto his back gasping for air. I feel momentarily rejected until I realize this is the most he’s
ever done with a man. Maybe he’
s just curious and found it not to his liking. I try not to let it hurt me, but it does.

We stay like that for a long
while- him on his back slowing
his breathing back to normal and me lying on my side staring down at him. His warm hand returns to my cheek, slides down my throat, and finds the burn marks on my chest. I freeze as his smooth fingertip explores the ruination of my skin.

I gasp when he takes my ruined, left nipple into his mouth and sucks. I squirm on the bed from the sensation. My hands fist in the sheets so that I don’t touch him in a way that will make him push me away. He wants to explore
this at a pace he’
s comfortable with.

I cry out when the ache in my groin becomes unbearable. I thrust into the air and find no relief.
He works his way across my chest nibbling, licking, and sucking the scars. The need is so bad that my hand unlatches from the sheet and I rub the heel of my palm on my aching cock. He moans his approval against my skin and it leaves me gasping under his touch. I painfully fist myself choking off the need to release. It hurts so fucking good.
“
Whitt
,” moans out
of
my mouth when he nips my hip with his teeth. He tenses when he hears his name. I tense back worrying that I just ruined the moment by pushing him with his identity. I don’t breathe or move fearing he will stop and run out the door. I need him
so much that I ache
.
“Dalton,” he breathes just before he takes my mouth with his. The sound of his pleasant voice roughened with lust saying my name has me moaning against his lips.

His fingers pry mine away from my cock. The blood flows back in a torrent
pulling a cry from my throat. I try to get my hand away from his so I can rub the pain
away
, but he tightens his fingers around mine. His hand tugs
down
my boxers and soothes the pain away.

“Daniel
,” spills from my throat
when his hand starts to stroke and twist.
I don’t want any nicknames between us.
I behave brazenly under his touch. My hips thrust into his hand and I feed from his mouth. I want to touch him bac
k so badly, but I’m not sure I’
m welcome. It doesn’t matter anyway since one hand is trapped beneath his side and the other is in the tight grip of his fist.
 

My climax is barreling down on me when he shoves my hand down his shorts and I take him in hand. I cry out in shock at the feel of him sliding under my hand- hot, hard, and silky smooth.
“Yours is the first I’ve
ever
touched,” I whisper to him. I latch onto the side of his neck and suck
. I’m rewarded with his favorite lubricant and I laugh.
“It’s some good shit. Let me have some of it.” He laughs with me. I rub my
moistened
hand on my cock until it’s slippery and
then I
clutch him again.
“I love the sound of yo
ur laugh, Dalton. You’re always
so sad and miserable. I’d do anything to make you laugh.” He reclaims my lips before I can reply.

I can go for hours with my wife. But she doesn’t touch me like this or
I her. In less than a minute I’
m groaning my release. It’s so powerful that I have to bite my lip and clench my jaw or I’d scream to the heavens.

Whitt’
s more polite, just as I knew he would be. He softly moans in
to
my ear as he floods my hand. I don’t equate how loud he is to the amount of pleasure he feels.
His body spasms every few seconds for at least a minute- quiet and deadly.

He gives me a lingering kiss and pul
ls me against his chest. “You’
ll be my first everything,” he whispers to me.

I try to reply
,
but he silences me with his lips. “Go to sleep. You have to be in top form tomorrow. The asshole has to make a reappearance. You’re not alone- you have plenty of friends to help you get my sister’s attention.”
I fall asleep for the
first time in a lover’s arms.

Chapter
Twelve

A knock at my door jars me awake. I find myself Whitt free and feel disappointed. I wanted to know what it would feel like to wake up next to him in the light of day. I wanted
to
see him with my eyes to know it wasn’t a fantasy or a figment of my imagination. The deadbolt is unlocked with a key. I don’t freak out. Only one person has a key. I lie back on the bed and cover myself with a sheet.

“I guess you enjoyed you
r meeting,” my D
ad teases me. I smile bashfully at him.

Devlin enters the room with Bianca following him. My eyes latch on to her. Her soft hair flows to her shoulders and it glows in the morning
sun
l
ight with bronze and gold. She’
s more than a foot and a half shorter than Dev
lin. Seeing them side-
by
-
side forces me to laugh. They’
re complete opposites: Her light to his dark. Her miniature frame dwarfed by his gigantic one. Her innocence is enticing compared to his jaded world view.

The three of us look arou
nd unsure of what to say. Devlin
sets a bakery bag on the small dining table.
“Well, I brought you some breakfast.” He points nervously to the bag. “And your wif
e,” he laughs out. “I guess I’
ll leave you two alone for a bit.” He starts to head to th
e door. He’
s acting peculiar. He abruptly turns and whispers something to my wife. I narrow my eyes at them.
“See you at class, both of you
,
if Dalton allows it.” He shuts the door behind him.
“What was that about?” I ask her in suspicion. She just shrugs at me.
“I saw your friend on our way up the stairs,” she says to distract me from my question. “He’s very pretty.”
I roll onto my stomach and groan. This is the weirdest, most uncomfortable conversation ever. I know she has lovers. She knows I whore for my mother. But seeing my lover on the stairs and knowing that she just fucked Devlin this morning or last night makes me feel
creeped out
.