Page 135 of Masters of Control

It was exactly the right thing to say. He wasn’t pitying her, which would have made her bristle, and he wasn’t being patronizing. He was supportive and acknowledged the changes she was already making.

“Me, too.” She grinned at him and shifted her legs slightly, bending her knees so her feet were braced against his inner thigh, the side of her foot against the front of his pants. Deliberately, she pressed her foot sideways to rub against the small bulge there. It responded by growing immediately, his cock twitching beneath the fabric and swelling against her foot. “Wanna help me get further away from that?”

Despite his quick intake of breath and his quickly growing erection pressing against her, he didn’t jump at the suggestion.

“I don’t know… is this our first date? I don’t want you to think I’m too easy.” He grinned widely as she laughed. “I’d hate to give the wrong impression.”

“What if I like easy men?”

“Oh, well then I can be very easy.” He groaned as her foot pressed more firmly against his cock, now a hard bulge at the front of his pants. “Happy to be of service.”

There was still a teasing lilt to his voice, which had gotten lower and huskier when she shifted, using her feet to rub both his cock and his inner thigh. His magic fingers had stopped, now resting on her lower legs rather than massaging, and his jaw clenched as she pressed hard against his cock.

“I think what I would like is to have you tied to my bed, so I can do whatever I like with you,” she said slowly, enjoying the minute changes to his expression.

Blue eyes opened, his gaze meeting hers, filled with heat, need, and anticipation—all the things she liked to see.

“As you wish, Mistress.”

Chapter Twenty

Freddy

Naked and bound to Mistress Camille’s bed was not how he’d anticipated his night going. He hadn’t wanted to assume this was what would happen, despite the date and despite her inviting him up to her place. He’d been happy to follow her lead on where the night took them, without presuming it would take them anywhere.

It was clear she hadn’t been prepared, either, but she’d made it work. It had taken her a few minutes to find her cuffs, and she’d cursed under her breath when she couldn’t find everything she’d wanted. He’d laughed and told her he was happy to do whatever she liked, including holding himself in place.

But she’d wanted him tied up.

So, now he had the cuffs around his wrists, a silk scarf looping through the D-rings to tie them to the bedpost, and same with his ankles. His arms were straight up above his head while his legs were spread, his erect cock bobbing over his body like an eager puppy ready to play.

The warm, inviting décor of the room, with its dark wood and sensual, red curtains on the windows and a matching comforter with cream accents on the bed, made him feel as though he was getting a secret glimpse at her inner self. The bedroom was definitely her private space, and it showed.

“You look delicious,” she teased, running a finger down the center of his chest, all the way to his belly button, then lifting it rather than going lower.

“Thank you, Mistress.” He winked at her. “I’m happy to be eaten…”

She laughed, exactly as he’d intended. Though some Dominants could be strict, he’d picked up on that she liked a bit of sass while they played. He had no doubt if he crossed the line he’d know it immediately, but she did want to play, not just scene.

“Not yet. I have a few things I want to get to first… even if I can’t find my toys. Do you have any issues with blindfolds?”

“Only that it means I won’t be able to look at your beauty.”

Camille snorted, shaking her head. He didn’t think she was denying she was beautiful. No, she was shaking her head at the schmaltz. He could live with that. It was fun to be schmaltzy, especially when it was appreciated, and despite her head shake, he could tell that she’d liked it. She didn’t tell him to stop.

“You are going to be trouble.” Leaning forward, she put the blindfold over his eyes. Bound and helpless in the middle of her bed, he couldn’t see what was going to happen next. His dick was hard as a rock with anticipation, his nerves aquiver as he tried to hear her movements and guess what was happening. “I’ll be right back.”

Ah, fuck.

She was going to torture him with waiting.

The bed shifted as she got off, then his ears were straining as she left the room as he tried to hear what she was doing. Which was impossible. His heart rate kicked up, and he instinctively tugged on the restraints to test them. Not too hard because he didn’t want to damage her bed, but his brain needed to know.

All the while, he kept listening for sounds… Was that the fridge opening? What room was she in?

What could she be getting?

The number of pervertables—household objects that could be perverted into sex toys—was endless. He trusted her to know which ones made good toys without being dangerous, but even once she came back in, he wouldn’t know what she’d picked up.