KING (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (21 page)

I attack
Dalton’s lips- feverishly nipping him with my teeth and penetrating his mouth with my tongue. I find a thrusting rhythm that my cock wishes it was using inside his ass. Not able to hold back any longer, I cry out into his mouth as I shoot onto our bellies. He hugs me tightly as I ride it out, our bodies slick with my release.

Crazed on all that is Dalton, I turn feral- positively rabid. I twist him around and have his track pants yanked down in a heartbeat. “Hang on the door,” I
huskily growl the warning.

I drop to my knees and bury my face between his cheeks, preparing him for my imminent assault. “Holy shit,” he hisses as I lick him from balls to tailbone. I aggressively bite the backs of his thighs, and then his cheeks.
Dalton’s flesh deliciously gives beneath my teeth. I long to permanently mark him as mine. These marks will fade, and I will create new ones to replace them. He rears back into my touch, whimpering in ecstasy as my tongue delves inside where my dick longs to fill.

I stand without thought as soon as he’s adequately prepared to take me,
and with the flex of my hips, I impale him to the hilt.

Dalton
screams out my name, rearing back to meet me thrust for thrust. I fuck him, possess him, show him who is master. I own him. I violently make him mine. One hand spans the width of his stomach, holding him steady, and the other attacks his nipples, as I brutally fuck him. We needed this. It’s been too long. 

“Touch
yourself,” I groan against his shoulder. My second orgasm is pouring out my dick. Jesus, I love being weird. I can go all damned night like this. The only downside is that the orgasms are never potent. I find my release and it flows through me like a breeze. Hardly ever do I experience the tsunami-like orgasms I gift to my lovers.

“Mon dieu,” Dalton
groans, fingers wrapping around the long length of his magnificent cock. He’s so big, that as he strokes his cock, the head hits my forearm as I play with his nipples.

“That’s right, baby,
rub until you cum,” I purr into Dalton’s ear. “I want these pierced,” I growl, pinching and twisting his nipple. “Would you do that for me?”

“Shit, yeah…” Dalton
cries out as his climax builds.

“I’ll twist and yank
and tease your nipples. Would you like that, baby? Would you like me to pull the rings with my front teeth?”

“Please,” he groans in the agony of ecstasy.

“Good,” I croon into his ear. “I’ll do it when I give you our first tat. I’m going to mark this body of mine. I’m going to make you my masterpiece.”

My third orgasm is rolling over me, building. I’ve cum so much that Dalton’s ass cheeks are saturated. Our bodies create a symphony of sounds as I surge and retreat. My flesh tightens and beads with sweat. Sensations shoot down my spine and collect at the small of my back. With a shaky hand, I grip Dalton’s sack and
gently squeeze.

“Daniel,” Dalton
cries out as the first wave of his orgasm rolls through him. It’s difficult to maintain a rhythm into his quivering body, slicked with sweat and my release, as writhes in my arms.

I roar. Back arched. My head cranked back as I scream
at the ceiling. My fingers bite into whatever flesh they hold as my hips buck, wildly thrusting into Dalton. Tsunami isn’t powerful enough of a word to describe the epic orgasm that plows into my body and spills out my cock as I flood Dalton’s insides and cry my pleasure to the heavens.

Body quivering, electrical surges prickling my nerves, cock jerking and spurting, I can barely lock my knees to remain standing. Yeah… this feels right. This is the sex I’m supposed to be having. I lean backwards and stare at the
delicate arch of Dalton’s spine. It’s the most erotic pose I’ve ever seen. So is the firm length of my cock peeking at me from between Dalton’s round ass cheeks.

“Mon dieu,” he exhaustedly grunts, replete.
A sharp slap reverberates as Dalton’s palm connects with the door. Dalton’s fingernails bite into the wood as he gathers the strength to push off.

“I’d help, but I don’t think I can move,” I chuckle.

“Are we feeling better?” Roman’s amused voice flows down the staircase. I look over my shoulder and squint up at Roman as he sits on the top step.

“I’d apologize-” he laughs at my pissed off expression. “But this is my house and some fools were arguing, screaming at each other. I thought I’d make sure there wasn’t any bloodshed. And what do you know… if you didn’t want me to watch, you shouldn’
t have screwed him against my front door, just saying.”

I turn back around, ignoring Roman. I curl around Dalton’s back. I won’t allow Roman to ruin the moment. It was bad enough when I thought he’d had sex with my boyfriend. He’s came between us enough. I feel guilty
blaming Roman over something he had no control over, but the jealousy lives on.

“It was
spur of the moment,” I grumble, barely audible. “We’ll be more discreet next time.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Roman
purrs. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You guys are beautiful together. I had a perfect view from the mezzanine. It’s not every day that I watch two men screw like wild animals. G’night,” he says in parting.

“Jesus, I’m embarrassed,” I breathe against Dalton’s shoulder. He doesn’t have the strength to laugh, but he trie
s. Dalton ends up choking, breathlessly gasping.

“Oh, Pretty Boy,” Roman calls and I look back at him. “By the time you get back to your castle, the video will be viral among the masses.”

“Why?” Dalton and I hiss at the same time.

“Payback’s a bitch,” is Roman’
s parting comment.

~Chapter Seventeen~

Crack. Crack. Crack
. My racket hits the tennis balls as fast as the machine can lob them. I use the repetitive action to clear my mind.

“What’d
that ball ever do to you,” calls an amused voice. Two tennis balls whiz right by the side of my face before Ezra flicks the switch.

“It insulted me,” I pout.

Ezra tilts his head back and heartily laughs from deep within his chest. “Dang ball. It’s needs a proper spanking… with a tennis racket.”

“What are you doing out here at this ungodly hour,” I grumble, looking out over the horizon. The sun is threatening to rise.

“Same as you,” he softly murmurs, walking over to the rock wall that surrounds the courts. He hops up on the ledge and gets comfortable. It’s weird seeing Ezra in pajama pants and a white t-shirt. Even when we were kids he was always in his Hillbrook uniform. Since then it’s been designer suits or the occasional pair of expensive jeans.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Couldn’t sleep. I have a hard time sleeping,” Ezra reluctantly admits. “I get maybe an hour or two at a time.”

I start the arduous task of picking up all the tennis balls that are scattered around the court. I play Easter bunny and get my wire basket and
hop around in search of yellow eggs.

“Even now…” I trail off, not knowing how much his spouses have healed him- maybe not at all. Maybe they’ve made him worse.

“It’s worse now, actually. I have more people I care about… that’s why I can’t sleep. I have to constantly check on them. It relieves the pressure- Kat and Cort curled up around each other. I know they’re safe. They’d protect each other to the death. Aaron has Kayla, and after a few uncomfortable surprises, Heidi.” He blushes from embarrassment.

“What?” I
pause mid-pick up.

“I didn’t know
.” Ezra gives a self-deprecating laugh. “Um… yeah… that bed has three more often than not.” He snorts.

“Good to know… Aaron’
s a stud,” I say in surprise. Aaron was always so… meek. That is if you can call a huge motherfucker meek.

“I like living here,” Ezra
admits with a smile in his voice. “It calms me. Everyone is easy to locate. Did you know that my mother wasn’t alone at four a.m.?” He burst into flames. “It’s a good thing I’ve already seen that show or I’d die of mortification.”

“You walked in on Diane
and Ade. Oh my God!” I bust out laughing.

“Not making that mistake again, I
’ll tell ya… I do find out some interesting stuff when I do the rounds. For instance: the twins were chatting about poisoned food. All the girls were watching some chick flick about vampires. They were watching it again two hours later… and again an hour after that. But one of the girls was missing. But I knew just where to look,” Ezra trails off.

“Which girl?”
My voice quivers, worrying that my Ella was up to no good.

“I wanted to be angry and beat them raw, but at the same time I was secretly pleased. I didn’t have to worry about her. It’s similar to how I feel about Katya and Cortez. I know she’s safe and sound. Nothing can hurt her… So here I am doing the rounds, checking on everyone, and what do I find? I find my daughter in your son’s bed… I’ll
be honest, I wanted to kill Niel, but he’s bigger than me,” Ezra grudgingly divulges.

All I see is red.

I toss the basket of balls near the machine and start off towards the house.

“Hold up!” Ezra yells behind me, but I’m too irate to care.

“Ugh!” I grunt when I’m tackled from behind, face smashed into the dewy grass. “I’m only going to talk to him,” I protest as Ezra sits on my back.

“Sure ya were,” Ezra
knowingly says in an amused tone.

“With my fists,” I hiss.
I kick my legs and tug on the grass with my fingertips, trying to find purchase to buck Ezra off my back.

“It’s okay. They
were being good… I think.” Ezra gently rubs my back, fingers digging into my taut muscles. “Both fully-clothed and Niel was sleeping on the outside of the covers. They weren’t even intertwined. I’m not sure what it was about, but I’ll talk to her. You can talk to Niel when he gets up.”

“You’re trying to be a peace keeper?” I flip over on my back and stare up at him. “That’s a stretch. I just imagine Ella in some guy’s bed and I want to kill
something. The fact that the guy’s bed is my son’s and Ava is younger than Ella is… I’m going to kill Niel anyway,” I spit. I scramble around trying to throw Ezra off. He laughs down at me and twists my nipples, laughing even harder when I yelp in pained arousal.

“It calmed me,” Ezra
slowly speaks, trying to calm me, too. “I could breathe again. I worry about all of us. There are no guarantees in life, and it pleases me that there are people who love my family as much as I do. They each need a protector in case something happens to me.” I quiet as he talks. Ezra’s fears are ones I’ve always had. It’s why I adopted my siblings. I didn’t trust our dad to take care of them. Now I worry about who will take care of my family, my home, my business if something were to happen to me.

“
Niel is a huge kid, but his brains are even bigger. Niel’s strong, loyal, loving, cunning, conniving, and ruthless. I don’t count out the intelligence of my daughter either. The pair of them can face the world and succeed. So if they want to do shit that isn’t kosher, so be it.”

“In less than a month it won’t be about kosher, it will be criminal- as in statutory rape, cr
iminal. You get that, right? Ava’s not the age of consent for a long time.”

“And I was twelve when I lost my virgin
ity to Cortez. Cort was sixteen when he lost it to a girl-Faith. I’d be splitting hairs if I didn’t admit that I lost it to Faith, too. Don’t ask who Cort was with before he could legally consent. It would make your hair curl. Who are we to judge?”

“I can judge all I want,” I shout in outrage, my earlier ire rising.
“You fuckers watched me constantly. I was eighteen before I had my first blowjob and twenty before I lost my virginity. You watched,” I growl at him.

“You’re an exception. Marcus had us all
looking out for you for Jamie. Plus you hadn’t found what you were looking for yet. Lest you forgot, you were waiting for Regina. Niel and Ava don’t have to look or wait for each other. They’re lucky to have found each other so young. She’s fifteen and he’s seventeen. They’ve been together for three years. I don’t know if they’ve went that far, but I’m okay with it. I really am.”

“Happy for you…
so happy,” I snidely say. I palm Ezra’s chest and push, but he doesn’t budge because we’re equally matched. He smirks at me, eyes shining in delight. “They’re kids. They should have to sneak around. I won’t let them do this without throwing a fit. They’ll earn their trysts. I won’t allow them to shack up under my roof.”

“I agree with that. We’ll talk to them. They shouldn’t be obvious about it. It’s more fun to be sneaky anyway.”
Ezra’s eyes sparkle when he says
sneaky
. His fingers venture beneath my t-shirt and glide up my stomach. My eyes flutter shut as he slowly massages me. I bite my lip to contain the mewing sounds that want to escape.

“Sometimes I feel like a rat in a maze being led to a specific point and not allowed to wander to find my own path.”
I bang my head back onto the hard-packed earth out of pure frustration. The grass barely cushions the impact.