Page 121 of Masters of Control

Glancing up at her, he tried to convey his wishes with his eyes.

Camille

Lord, she loved a man who loved to eat pussy, and Freddy was definitely one of them. Considering the attention he’d already lavished on her breasts, making them swollen and achy in the best way, she’d be a fool not to accept the invitation in his gaze.

And there was a Queening Throne.

“Go lie down at the throne.” The order came out as a seductive purr, a voice she barely recognized because it had been so long since she’d used that tone. Fuck, it felt good. Freddy scampered to obey, still fully dressed.

Hm. That wasn’t going to do at all.

“Wait.”

He froze, just as he had been about to get down on the padded area in front of the throne.

“Pants off.”

Without hesitation, without turning, Freddy undid his pants and let them drop, not questioning why she wanted him to keep his top on. The vest was too delicious to take it off yet, though she’d have to make sure he was breathing the way he was supposed to. With the pants off, his cock and ass played peekaboo with the bottom of his shirt, giving her a little peep show as he got into position. The front sides of his shirt fell open as he laid on his back, framing his erection as though it was a present for her.

A nice, big, thick present.

Stepping over him with one leg, she sat down on the throne. The whole setup was meant to be comfortable for him, with a headrest that should put him at a good height to pleasure her. It was even adjustable, she realized after a moment, though his current position was just about perfect, so she didn’t mess around with the possibilities.

Sitting on her throne, she stretched out one leg to run her heel along the length of his cock as his tongue pressed into her pussy. His hips and dick jerked at the touch, and she felt the vibrations of his moan against her sensitive lips. The sensation was exquisite.

Letting herself fully relax on the throne, Camille used her heels to tease him a little, but mostly she enjoyed having her pussy worshiped by a fervent devotee to the craft. Long, slow licks. Fast, sweeping curves. He did it all, driving her arousal, her need, higher and higher until she was gripping the armrests and crying out with ecstasy… and even then, he didn’t stop.

Camille rode his face, his tongue, letting go of her worries and cares, letting her passion soar. Sucking her clit into his mouth, the tiny nub vibrated between his lips, and she ground down on the chair, shuddering with the sensations swelling through her.

“Fuck!” Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her until she was practically insensible. She leaned forward, slapping her hand down on his vest. “Stop!”

Immediately he stopped, his hot breath panting against her pussy, and she shuddered as she drew herself back together. It felt as if she’d splintered apart into a million pieces, leaving her shaky and breathless. There was a long moment of silence before he broke it.

“Mistress?” The concern in his voice helped her regain her footing. She needed to make sure he knew he hadn’t done anything wrong. If anything, he’d done everything too right. So right, she hadn’t been able to handle the glut of pleasure.

“Very good boy, Freddy,” she said, leaning down to pat his rigid cock. It bounced beneath her hand, and she stroked her nail against the thick vein on the bottom, making him jerk. She felt, as much as heard, his moan as more heat wafted over her pussy lips on his exhale. “You deserve a reward.”

Pushing herself to her feet, she was pleased to see him looking up at her, his lips glazed with her passion, his eyes hot with desire. He wouldn’t have stopped if she hadn’t stopped him. Something to keep in mind for later. Freddy was very eager to please.

“Let’s go to the bedroom. And I want to get you undressed.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Freddy

With his hands cuffed to the bed, he couldn’t touch Mistress Camille the way he wanted to, but he wasn’t going to complain, not with the way she was looking at him. Straddling his thighs, she slid a condom over the length of his dick. Once she’d gotten his vest and shirt off, she’d wanted him tied to the bed, and he had been happy to oblige.

His body was humming happily with pent-up arousal, though he was a little worried he might not be able to last as long as Mistress Camille would like him to.

“You have a very nice cock,” she murmured, gripping the base with one hand while the other tugged on his balls, hard enough to make him gasp with pain, even as pleasure curled through him. “I’m going to enjoy riding it.”

Freddy’s only response was a whimper as she squeezed his balls hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. Despite the pain, he knew she was being careful, gentle, none of it going beyond what he could handle. Cock-and-ball torture could be agonizing, which was not his thing, but it could also be a counterpoint of erotic pain to erotic bliss, and that was something he did enjoy when done right.

She was doing it very right.

His cock bobbed, the sheathed length tapping against his body as she tugged and twisted, just hard enough to make him writhe and cry out without pushing him over the edge, and he’d need to say his safe word. The entire time, he could feel her gaze on him. Watching him. Gauging his level of pain and pleasure. All of her attention focused on him as she tormented him.

Which turned him on even more.