Page 120 of Masters of Control

Watching the sway of her ass as she walked, he hoped all of that was going to change soon.

When they walked into the room, she paused to look around. The shoes decorating the walls were the majority of decoration other than the mirrors also on the walls. There were several chairs as well, which could serve different functions, including a Queening Throne. Freddy gave that particular piece of furniture a hopeful look.

He'd enjoyed the last chair she’d sat in, but there was something particularly hot about having a gorgeous woman sit on his face.

Turning to face him, Mistress Camille’s expression didn’t give anything away.

“The same limits and safe words as last time?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very good. Come here, Freddy. I need help getting my corset off.”

He eagerly leapt to obey. It felt a little odd to be undressing her while he was still fully dressed, but he wasn’t going to argue with the order she wanted to do things in. Though she only took off the corset and not her pants, he realized she was making herself more comfortable.

He, on the other hand, was still tightly constricted by his vest, something she seemed to enjoy as she circled him, her heavy breasts swaying, dark brown nipples pebbled and hard.

“This is very nice,” she murmured, running her hands over the stiff fabric of the vest. It was thick enough that feeling her touch through the fabric was rather difficult, but that didn’t stop his quick intake of breath.

“Thank you, Mistress. I wore it for you.”

She paused in her perusal, eyebrows lifting as she met his gaze.

“Because I was coming tonight?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Even though you didn’t know we were going to play?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He batted his eyes, grinning at her. “I wanted to be pretty for you.”

Laughing softly, Mistress Camille wrapped one hand around his neck, tugging him down slightly for a kiss.

“You are very pretty, Freddy. You are also a bit of a brat, hm?” She didn’t wait for an answer.

Their lips met, and he let her control the kiss, meeting her movements eagerly, his tongue sweeping against hers as the kiss deepened. Keeping his hands at his side rather than reaching out to touch her was an act of willpower that made his muscles strain. Then her lips pulled away just enough for her to speak, moving against his as she did so.

“You may touch me.”

With a groan, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling her soft, warm curves fill his hands as he moved them up and down her sides. Her breasts flattened against his vest as she slid one hand into his hair, tugging hard enough to make him moan again while they kissed.

And kissed.

And kissed.

His cock rubbed against her through the fabric of their pants, and she panted slightly as she broke from the kiss again.

“My breasts,” she murmured, and that was all she had to say.

Freddy was more than happy to fill his hands with the plush mounds, running his fingers over her nipples, before using his mouth and sucking each taut bud between his lips. She kept her grip in his hair, her other hand running over the short hairs of his neck.

“Good boy. Just like that.”

Freddy worshiped her breasts, lavishing attention on them, using his mouth, tongue, and fingers to stroke the soft mounds and hard nipples. He was so involved, at first, he almost didn’t notice when she tugged his hair. She had to tug a second time, pulling him away from his homage.

“Pants.”

No need to tell him twice. He dropped to his knees and helped her roll off the tight pants. They came away easily once they reached her knees since the lower half of the legs were so loose. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and Freddy’s mouth watered. He was at exactly the right height to press his mouth to her gorgeous pussy since they’d left her heels on.