Page 118 of Masters of Control

As long as he said yes and didn’t feel obligated to do anything or take it the wrong way or…

Before she could think of any other worst-case scenario, the door to the lobby opened, and there he was. The vest he was wearing made him look even leaner and hotter than ever, giving him a quintessential male V-shape and making him stand completely straight. Camille had seen the vests on social media but never in person.

He looked just as good in it as any of the guys online.

Because of where her booth was and Julie leaving the curtains open, Freddy was able to meet her gaze from across the room. Her breath caught. The energy between them was electric, an attraction she couldn’t deny. She felt a surge of relief that he’d come in.

This didn’t feel awkward at all.

Dropping his head in acknowledgement, Freddy crossed the room, moving with an elegant stride that almost made it look like he was dancing as he rounded the circular stage in the center. With the way the booths were set up, she couldn’t see anyone else, but she could hear the murmurs of appreciation as he moved, and possessiveness spiked through her.

She wanted to claim him as her own but didn’t have the right to. Not yet.

Her pulse raced as he stepped up to the table, stopping right in front of it and putting his arms behind his back. She didn’t have to see them to know that he’d crossed them, holding his elbows in his hands.

“Mistress, would you like some company?”

“Yes, please, Freddy. Sit down.” The last two words came out as the order they were, and she smiled when he immediately slid into the booth. The dishes from her and Julie’s dinner had already been cleared, leaving the table’s surface empty. “Thank you for joining me.”

A smile curved his lips, and he lifted his head to meet her gaze.

“Believe me, Mistress, the pleasure is all mine.” Then his expression shifted to a more serious look. “Though… should we talk about expectations?”

Putting her hand on the table, palm up, she reached towards him in offering and he took it, his hand lying easily atop hers.

“This is an unexpected situation,” she replied gently. “We can watch the show together as friends. Or we can play, and tomorrow, everything goes back to our original agreement.”

He mused on that for a moment.

“Do you have a preference, Mistress?”

She’d had time to think while she waited for him. Time to prod her emotions and figure out what she really wanted.

“I would love to play, if you’re amenable. I already know I want to scene with you again, and if I have to wait, I will, but I’m even happier if I don’t.” That was the full truth. Holding back her own desires was like trying to repair a broken dam, but she would do it for him.

He stared at her for a long moment, and her heart sank. Then he said the last thing she expected.

“There’s a room open tonight, Mistress. The foot and shoe room.”

Camille blinked, her mind racing. She had not come prepared to spend the night. On the other hand, it wasn’t like they had to spend the whole night. They could scene, then go home. It would extend their time together beyond the show, something she hadn’t even hoped for because she wouldn’t have thought it possible.

It opened up a whole new world of possibilities, but was it smart?

If we’re going to break our rules tonight, might as well break them all the way.

“Can you still reserve it for us?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll be right back.” Freddy’s eyes lit up and unlike before, he moved fast. Still elegant, but much more quickly. The lights were already dimming when he returned, the show about to start. He managed to slide back into the booth just before it went completely dark. “The room is all ours.”

“Good boy.” Reaching out, she found his thigh with her hand in the darkness and heard his quick breath, felt his muscles tense and relax under her palm. She squeezed lightly, digging her fingers into his inner thigh, and he moaned softly, making her own arousal jump with interest. She could feel her nipples budding, rubbing against the stiff fabric of her corset as her pussy plumped and dampened.

The lights came up on stage to show a set of chains hanging in the middle and a small cart laden with various floggers. Camille hummed with approval, as did Freddy. Julie had said Olivia and Luke were going for a more sensual scene tonight, exactly what Camille was in the mood for.

The pair walked out onto the stage. Olivia was wearing a black corset with red laces and black leather pants that had red ribbon lacing up the back from the ankles to just underneath the curve of her ass. Her red ankle boots with a very high heel that made her nearly Luke’s height but didn’t cover up any of the pretty decoration on the back of her pants.

Camille made a mental note to ask Olivia where she got them because she wanted a pair if they came in her size.

Luke, of course, was buck naked, his cock already half-hard and bobbing in front of him. He walked with supreme confidence, the swagger of a man who knew he looked damn good naked. They were a beautiful couple.