Page 119 of Masters of Control

Walking to the center of the circular stage, Luke came to a halt under the chains and reached up, putting his forearms through the loop and holding onto them with his wrists crossed. The chains would give him a place to brace and help hold himself up, showing off the long, lean muscles of his body, so Olivia could circle around him and flog him wherever she wished.

Shifting closer to Freddy, Camille could feel the heat from his body against her side. Moving her hand on his thigh, it slid down toward his knee, then back up again. They were close enough, she could feel his shiver. He was sitting bolt upright in the booth, as was she, thanks to the corsets they were wearing.

As Camille watched Olivia pick up the first flogger, her mind was half on the show and half on trying to figure out what she could do with Freddy while they watched.

Stepping up to Luke, Olivia put her hand on his back and said something low in his ear. The flogger she held in her hand was fairly lightweight with many long strands that fluttered against her leg. He said something back, and she smiled, patting his muscular shoulder before stepping away and lifting the flogger.

Freddy sighed as they began, Olivia expertly wielding the flogger and flicking it over Luke’s shoulders and buttocks, avoiding his lower back where his kidneys were. Camille slid her hand farther up Freddy’s thigh, feeling the bulge of his erection beneath his pants as it brushed against the side of her hand. On stage, Luke’s erection was growing as well, and he shuddered, muscles flexing, as the many leather strands fell again and again.

Freddy

It was pure, delicious torture as Mistress Camille’s hand moved closer and closer to his cock. She hadn’t told him what to do, hadn’t told him to do anything, so Freddy didn’t dare move. His hands were on the table, and he turned them so he could lay his palms flat against the wood to keep himself from moving them.

As much as he wanted to touch her, he hadn’t been given permission. He didn’t know what she had in mind for while they were watching the show, wasn’t sure she did have anything in mind, but he knew better than to try to push his own agenda.

He wanted to be a good boy for her.

With her hand on his thigh, waiting to see what she would do next, it wasn’t easy to concentrate on Mistress Olivia and Luke. He did his best because he loved watching a good flogging as much as anyone else. He loved seeing the connection between the couple. A long time ago, he’d had a crush on Mistress Olivia—who hadn’t—but they never would have worked together. He was happy she’d found the partner she needed, and whenever he watched them all he could think was, I want that.

Not that he wanted Mistress Olivia, but that was the kind of connection he wanted, the kind of trust and intimacy, the kind of relationship. They worked together, and their chemistry was off the charts.

Right now, he and Mistress Camille definitely had the chemistry. He was hopeful the rest would come.

This is for tonight only.

For right now.

A taste of what was possible.

Tonight only… until they were done with the Alexanders. Then they could have a lot more nights like tonight.

Mistress Camille’s hand moved, her palm covering the bulge at the front of his pants. Freddy groaned louder, his hips trying to rock forward despite his seated position, his hands pressing flat against the table in an effort not to move them. If it wasn’t for the corset vest, he would have slumped in the booth, trying to get more contact. His whole body ached with the need for more.

She laughed softly as Mistress Olivia finished with the light flogger and moved to the table, picking up a cock ring to sheathe Luke’s dick before she chose a new flogger with thicker strands and knots at the end. Heavier, thuddier, and more painful, though Luke’s skin would be nicely warmed up from the lighter one.

No wonder Freddy’s body was aching with envy. It was all too easy to imagine himself in Luke’s place with Mistress Camille being the one circling around him. Tormenting him. Pleasuring him.

The way she was right now with her hand atop his cock but not actually gripping it, the fabric of his pants was a barrier between them.

“Lean back,” she murmured.

Freddy did as he was told, moaning with relief when she undid the front of his pants and allowed his cock to spring free… not that he thought he was going to be allowed to climax any time soon. This wasn’t the blue balls situation he’d predicted at the beginning of the night, but he had no doubt that was what was about to happen. Unless Mistress Camille was feeling extremely generous… Even if she was, there was an inner part of him that rebelled at the idea of coming before her.

He'd rather endure the teasing and erotic torture so he could satisfy her first and only then reap his rewards.

With her hand wrapped around his cock, she pumped, gently… slowly… prolonging the torment and making him want to writhe in place. He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing as he kept the rest of his body still. Another pump, and he shuddered with the effort.

On stage, Mistress Olivia circled Luke, flogging his thighs, along with the rest of his body, getting dangerously near his erection with the heavy flogger strands. And still he hung there. No safeword. No flinching. Nothing but utter trust in his Mistress.

Sitting next to Mistress Camille, Freddy was determined to do no less.

Chapter Thirteen

Freddy

Body throbbing with need, Freddy followed Mistress Camille down the hallway to the shoe room. The cancellation from earlier today had been a godsend, allowing them to continue their evening after the show was over. And it had been quite a show. By the time Mistress Olivia had worked her way through all the floggers, both Luke and Freddy had been quivering messes.

While Luke had ended up bent over a table while Mistress Olivia pegged him from behind, Freddy’s erotic torture was still ongoing. She hadn’t let him cum. Worse, she hadn’t let him touch her.