Restraint (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (25 page)

“Why are you so mean to me?” I
pathetically whine

“Oh, I’m not being mean to you, Kitten. This is just me. I am an acquired taste. Som
e people can’t take me,” he sarcastically says.

I instantly know why my staff w
as split on telling Abernathy that his book was trash. Meek Kayla is scared of him and Monica is intrigued by him. I shake my head at the bastard.

“I
apologize for the hurt I caused you. I only meant to give Ezra pain,” he sadly says. “I had no idea you were so innocent. I didn’t even think of it because I was being selfish. My only thought was to make Ezra pay.”

“Why do you want to hurt Ezra? Aren’t you best friends?”
I quickly say.

“Because he deserves it,” Cortez simply states
.

“What?” I gape at him.

“I love Ezra, more than any man should, but that doesn’t change the fact that he deserved to be punished. You know how the rules work. You misbehave, you get punished. I punished him.”

“By using me,” I shout. “You’re right, I know the rules. You
have to punish Ezra directly.” My body relaxes the more I’m around Cortez Abernathy, but my mind spins in confusion. I don’t know what is going on between the two men, but it shouldn’t have a thing to do with me. Using me as Ezra’s scapegoat angers me.

“I’m not allowed. No one but his father has that right. So I did it indirectly. I apologize for harming you. I would plead ignorance of your oral skills, but that won’
t change the past.” Cortez sounds genuinely sorry, but his anger rivals mine.

“What’d he do?” I just can’t image Ezra misbehaving.
“This isn’t just a tiff. You were seeking vengeance. The look on your face just now as you spoke about him… it’s borderline hate.”

“Ezra made a promise and broke it… one of many, each one more painful than the last. But this promise was the last straw. Just s
o you know… I wasn’t the one who missed meetings with you. Your assistant listens to Ezra over me. I was stonewalled. Monica finally contacted me, wanting to know what the hell was up, and that’s the only reason I met you.”

Cortez takes a moment to compose himself, to dampen down the fury. “
The day we met, I realized Ezra broke his promise. I was so overcome with fury that I enacted his punishment without concern of you. I realized when I was done, that it could be likened to a child breaking his friend’s toys, just so no one could play with them. I feel remorse, because you would be a favorite toy,” he salaciously purrs, naughtily eyeing me. “I enjoyed the skullfuck, Katya. But had I known it was your first, I would have romanced you so that you’d be willing to have a second taste.”

I do what you do to a child, ignore them. I will not be taken off course with dirty talk, and I will never suck Cortez Abernathy’s dick again. He’s naughty, and that would be a reward. Plus, it freaks me the fuck out. A full body shiver rolls over me as the remembered panic from the blowjob fills my mind

“What was the promise Ezra made and broke?” I ask Cortez. “You used me to punish him, it’s only fair that you really explain.”

“That is between him and me. But his father punished him for breaking it. I was also punished by both of them. So I no longer feel guilt over hurting you. I will find a way to make it up to you
, eventually.”

“You could make it up to me now by telling me the truth. Who is Ezra Zeitler to me? Why is he stalking me? Why would hurting me punish him? Tell me and I will forgive you for
the skullfuck.”

“No, those answers are forbidden for me to speak. But… I might be persuaded to give you an answer or two if you were to crawl on your hands and knees, and then wrap that tiny, hot mouth around my cock. I want to watch you suck me off, Kitten. I want to fuck you so badly. For that, I’d tell you everything. But my punishment will be severe, so you better make it worth my while,” Cortez warns, and he’s deadly serious.

“I’ll figure it out myself, you lecherous bastard,” I growl. “How can you cheat on your wife so easily?”

“Perhaps it’s not cheating if it’s a marriage of convenience,” Cortez says without shame.

“Yeah, it is… and you know it.” I sigh and roll my eyes because there is no arguing with this charming bastard “You’re incorrigible.”

“Ah, I’ve heard that many times before
, as well,” he says in amusement. That intoxicating, heady laugh rumbles up from his chest, and it’s pure torture to hear the amazing sound. “You and I will be best friends. Mark my words, Kitten,” Cortez threatens as he rises from his seat.

My only reply is to
roll my eyes at him. Cortez waves as he leaves my office, his anticipatory laughter following in his wake. 

Chapter
Twenty-Five

“Are you ready to go in, Katya?” Aaron shies away again and blushes. He’s been standoffish since he picked me up. He smoothly walks to the entrance
, hips invitingly rolling.

After being around Cortez’s sexual
magnetism and missing my Master’s comfort, I need a distraction from the confusion and pain in my mind, and my mind has chosen Aaron for some unknown reason. I blame my increase in lust on insanity and stress… yeah, it’s got nothing to do with the fact that Aaron is every girl’s wet dream. And his is an available wet dream, one without strings attached or fiancée or a wife.

Am I really thinking about doing this? Why, yes… why, yes I am. Why? Because I’ve never been this horny before, that’s why.

“Hold up, Aaron.” I clutch his thick wrist, pulling him to a stop. As he swings his face to look at me, he blushes again.

“What’s up with you being all shy?” I’m not sure why, but his behavior makes me want to tease him
, to devour him. He flushes a beautiful pink reminding me of Kayla’s skin.

“Ah.” Aaron
smoothes his big palm over his skullcut hair. “This morning…um… are you okay with how I behaved?” His baby blues dart away when I try for eye contact.

Oh! Aaron was in the bathroom for awhile. I hadn’t realized until now what he
had been up to. I can’t help it- a snicker escapes my lips. Now I’m embarrassed, too. I grind the toe of my boot into the pavement and stare at the ground. I flash Aaron a wicked smile as I look at him through my lashes- teasing him.

Aaron’s
lips part on a gasp. Ah, that’s sweet. I’ve never had anyone crush on me. I full-out laugh and mock punch him in the arm like I’m a twelve-year-old girl, and you hit and taunt your crushes instead of just spitting the truth out. Something tells me this is an experience we both lacked in childhood.

“Come on, Stud, let’s feed our needs.” I can’t help but trail a laugh on my
way to the entrance. How ironic: childhood crushing in the parking lot of a BDSM club. I notice that Aaron is frozen in place, so I call over my shoulder, “Put that damned dimple away, sweetheart, before I spank it off ya.”

Aaron
plugs his big hands in his front pockets and sulks over to the door, face bright red with embarrassment. He flames brighter when he spots the bouncer.

“Roark,” He nods with his chin tucked to his ch
est, hiding his burning cheeks. Bouncer Roark smirks at my shit-eating grin. After the past few weeks I’ve had- hell the past decade- Aaron is fresh meat for the night.

I wrap my hand
on the back of Aaron’s neck, drawing his ear down to my lips. “Boy, you’re in for it, now,” I whisper into his ear over the din of the music.

Aaron
is, too. I’m in a strange mood- a good mood. Something about Restraint puts a wicked smile on my face and I want to be naughty. It must be the pheromones flavoring the air. Tonight Aaron is on the menu as my willing victim.

“We need drinks, at least a few.”
Aaron’s hand snakes around my waist, and he gives me a little squeeze. Normally I would have frozen at the casual touch, especially from a man. The look of surprise on Aaron’s face tells me it’s new for him, too.

Before we even approach the bar, Kristal is
patiently waiting. I arch my brow at Aaron. “Being number two has its privileges,” is his answer. “If Ezra is the boss, then Queen and I are boss two and three. Ezra owns this joint, but we run it,” he casually offers. 

“Wow,” I say in surprise. For some reason I thought Aaron followed Ezra around like a servant. I’m glad that he has his own life, and Queen definitely knows her shit. It also explains why she wouldn’t rat Ezra’s ass out.

“Two magnum shots and a pair of sevens,” Aaron tells Kristal while she looks at me like a beaten puppy. I guess she remembers our antagonistic phone conversation, too.

“You plan on macking on someone tonight?” I tease him again. And I realize I really love teasing him.

“Nah- I hate beer. I’m good for a drink or two a night and sometimes none at all. I think I’m gonna need it tonight since the Boss isn’t around.” Aaron eyes the length of my body, lingering on my chest, proving that he’s feeling what I’m feeling. It’s like one’s lust is amping up the other’s.

“Here,” Aaron
says and he pulls the ribbon to my cape. When his eyes take in my outfit, I blush. Look who’s getting embarrassed now. I’m encased in a bodysuit made out of silk fibers, resembling spider webs. The only clothing covering me is a black, silk sheath. My girly bits are barely covered.

Aaron’s
brow arches and those damned dimples emerge. My body lights up. What is up with this trio, they ignite me as no others do. Ah, shit, baby boy is moving up the ranks, because baby boy is like a fat free treat. You can have a serving without guilt or shame, and you’re good with just one serving. I have a feeling Ezra and Cortez are like sweets laden with fat, once eaten, they will stick to you for life or it will take work to lose them. They are not a dish I can risk tasting.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Aaron’
s hand slides down my arm to my wrist, searching. “Don’t leave my side and make sure your bracelet is visible. If you leave me for a second, I will punish the shit out of you, understood?” The intense look in his eye stops my breath. Aaron lets his inner-Dom out to play for the night. He must have been hiding it, because he’s strong enough to give Ezra a run. I blink in surprise as he hands Kristal my cape. She gives me a look of shock. I guess Kristal didn’t know Aaron was stronger than he appeared, either. I shrug at her.

“P
ound it back in one swallow,” Aaron says as he hands me a shot glass. I don’t process- I react. I take the shot glass from his outstretched hand and suck it back. I inhale fire. I would cough or choke, except my lungs refuse to function.

“Are you trying to kill me,” I gasp out and receive a wink
in reply.

“Oh, just give it a minute,
” Aaron knowingly says, patiently waiting for what, I have no idea.

Jesus, my body warms to the rocket fuel running
through my veins. Instant buzz- Wahoo! Let’s party! I step to the side and teeter a bit. “What the hell was in that shit?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” Aaron murmurs, and then laughs at my annoyed expression.

“How come you guys don’t have bracelets?” I jingle mine as I ask.

“Who in their right mind is going to mess with me?
” Aaron runs his hands down his stacked chest. At six feet and some change, Aaron is well over two hundred pounds, and most of them are muscle. “I think I will take my chances.” Whoa, baby boy has fire in his veins tonight- cocky. 

“Do you have a neck
lace?” I reach over and feel up Aaron’s broad chest, lingering a bit. I groan when an excited nipple buds underneath my fingertip. Aaron rolls his eyes at me, knowing full and well that I’m using this as an excuse to fondle him. I get down to business. Bingo! I pull out a necklace identical to Ezra’s.

“What’s this?” I ask
about the charm dangling from it.

“You know what it is, Katya. Here, drink this down.” He hands me the seven and seven. My finger
s graze a key on his chain.

“Hey! This better not be what I think it is.” I actually stomp my foot.

My answer is a husky chuckle as he downs his drink.

“Sonof
abitch!” He had a key to my freedom this entire time. I open my throat and swallow my drink whole. I pucker up my face as the alcohol hits my stomach and fire breathes up my throat. “Ugh,” I groan through it. “Hey, you lied before when you said you couldn’t unlock my wrist cuffs,” I accuse.

“
Couldn’t… wouldn’t… same difference,” he drawls. “Ready to dance, Kitten?” Aaron grabs my hand and tugs.

“Ah. I’ve never danced with a guy b
efore. I don’t think I know how,” I self-consciously mutter, and his response is to tug me closer to the dance floor. I lose my footing and almost go ass over teakettle. Whoa, I think I’m a sip away from smashed.

Aaron
hauls me against his chest, helping me regain my footing. His fingers tickle as they move my hair away from my ear. “Lightweight,” he breathes in my ear. His touch elicits a full body tremor out of me, curling my toes. He’s hooked me now, I do whatever he wants.

Aaron and I join the group mating dance. We grind, gyrate, and flow across each other in a poor excuse for dancing. We depict
the act of sex on a primal- carnal level.