KING (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson Read Free Book Online Page B

to look at him as I yank my pants on , tuck in my shirt, and zip up- signaling that there will not be any more play between us.
    “Why not?” Dalton’s voice is confused, if not a little hurt.
    “Doesn’t matter,” I mumble while putting myself to right s. What I really want to say is, the anti-Viagra, when your boyfriend acts like you asked him to play golf, not that you invited him to move in with you. It was my way of making our relationship official and exclusive. I guess he doesn’t want what I want. “No biggie,” I say with false nonchalance.
    “Don’t be like that,” Dalton snaps.
    “Like what?” I ask, pretending that I don’t understand.
    “Cold and distant,” he replies.
    I palm the nape of Dalton’s neck and kiss him with all the love and lust I feel for him. I shove the hurt down. We’ve known each other for years, but a gay relationship is new to both of us. The fact that I’m falling in love with him doesn’t mean jack-shit, apparently.
    “It’s your birthday, aren’t you the one who’s supposed to get the blowjob?” Dalton teases, hugging his arms around my waist and burying his face against my chest.
    “I wouldn’t know,” I mumble against his silky hair, drawing his musky scent into my lungs. “I’ve never had one on my birthday.”
    “Well, there’s always a first time,” Dalton drawls in a tone that causes my eyelids to shutter my vision. He rubs his cheek against my nipple, trying to arouse me.
    “Guess I’ll hold out until my twenty-fifth,” I curtly say as I untangle from our embrace. “It’s been fifteen minutes- Itsy Bitsy is waiting.”
    “Wait,” Dalton hisses, grabbing my arm to still me as I stride towards his sister’s room. “I just can’t stay here, that’s all. It’s not about you.”
    “I find it interesting that Roman also refuses to move in,” emotionlessly hisses between my clenched teeth.
    “You’re jealous,” Dalton says in shock, feet stalling mid-stride.
    “Should I be?” I challenge , wheeling around and facing him. “Do I have a reason to be?” I back him up against the hallway wall with my anger. The tentative thread of control, that has been unraveling all day, is about to snap.
    “Daniel, what the hell?” Dalton hisses at me, thoroughly incensed that I’d intimidate him.
    “Regina was joking around with me a few days ago. It seems that Roman only trains one way… with release. You trained with him for years. You failed to mention that his hands have been on your cock- a lot.”
    “It wasn’t like that,” Dalton defends, his own dominant nature rising inside him. Dalton’s anger backs me to the center of the hall.
    We find ourselves at odds in the center of the hallway. Our wills fight each other, neither backing the other to the wall. Sure, I could pick his ass up and throw him, but that isn’t the point. This is a dominance challenge, not a display of physical strength.
    “I’m not staying at the Brownstone to fuck Roman,” he growls, eyes shining a pissed off light- sexy as hell. A raging erection erupts in my pants. Fuck it! If I drool all over myself again, I’ll walk around with my shirt untucked.
    “Why?” I demand.
    What a sight we must make: standing in the middle of the hall, seething. My face tilted towards Dalton’s with his raised to meet my angry stare- jaws locked, fists clenched. Menace and fury radiating off us like a building storm.
    “It’s difficult for us to be around you guys, alright? Roman has feelings… and so do I. You’re still married. I can’t watch you watch her with longing. I want to be that for you and I’m not,” Dalton’s voice cracks under the strain of his emotions.
    “It’s not like that,” I poorly deny, to the point that I sound like I’m whining.
    “Once you get this shit figured out we can move forward. Let her go, Whitt. Just let her go… ” Dalton pleads, eyes beseeching me.
    “What the hell does that mean? Are you breaking up with me on my fucking