Page 137 of Masters of Control

Something hot and cold and so very wet engulfed his cock and Freddy cried out, thrusting up into her mouth as she swirled the ice around his shaft with her tongue. This time, he couldn’t find the breath to utter a curse. She’d completely taken it away with the mix of sensations, the excruciating agony and ecstasy blending into a cacophony of erotic need that made his entire body rejoice.

She hummed her pleasure as he jerked upwards, the brush still moving against his skin, over his stomach, tickling him and teasing him as her mouth worked over him. He could barely think. The glut of sensations overwhelmed his senses, turning his brain into a pile of mush as logical and rational thought broke down, leaving behind pure desire.

Chapter Twenty-One

Camille

With Freddy gasping and moaning, she smiled around his cock as she tormented him with an icy blow job. He thrust up into her mouth and cringed away in turn, as if he couldn’t decide which he really wanted to do. The ice did nothing to cool her own desire as she hummed around his cock, enjoying tormenting him.

She rarely used her mouth other than as a special treat, but he had been a very good boy. Showing her around the city resulted in a very good day, and since she was using ice, she hadn’t been able to resist. The results were delightful, and there was something very enjoyable about having a man’s most delicate organ between her teeth. The trust involved made the act extremely intimate. Though some Dominants had a different opinion on the matter, that’s how it felt for her. So, she wasn’t against giving head, as long as it was well earned.

As the ice melted, her body was beginning to ache for satisfaction, tormenting Freddy arousing her desires. It was down to a tiny sliver when she pulled away, leaving him gasping. Shifting on the bed again, she took off the rest of her clothes, then straddled his waist before reaching up to slip the satin blindfold off his head. She wanted to see his face.

Blinking, Freddy stared up at her, his eyes coming back into focus after a long moment, then he stared at her appreciatively.

Running her hands over his chest, Camille smiled back at him.

“You’re not going to cum until I tell you that you can,” she said.

That was going to be difficult for him because he was highly aroused. She’d been sucking his cock, and now he was going to have to wait until she caught up with him.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied without hesitation, though she saw the flash of awareness in his eyes of the challenge.

Wriggling her hips, she got in position over his cock and sank down on him. Fuck, that felt good.

For him, too.

Groaning, his eyes closed, and his head tipped back as she impaled herself. The thick stalk of his cock stretched her open, her own slick arousal and the lubrication from the blow job making it easy for her to slide all the way down. Her muscles clenched as she moved, squeezing him tightly before releasing. By the time she settled on his body, rubbing her sensitive lips against his groin, he was panting for breath and so was she. Damn, that felt good. Leaning forward to get the best position against her clit, she shifted, then rose up again.

Lightly running her nails over his chest, she enjoyed watching his struggle as she moved atop him, bouncing up and down on his cock, taking her time and riding him for her own pleasure. It was like having her own living, breathing sex toy. Freddy’s jaw worked, his muscles tightening and releasing as he fought against his need to cum.

“Good boy.” She breathed out the words on a sigh as she rose up high and sank down low again, clenching around him as he filled her. Her swollen clit rubbed against his body as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding down on him, and making him cry out as he surged upward from beneath her.

“Please…” The word was strained. Breathless. Music to her ears. “Please, Mistress.”

A shudder of pleasure went through her body at his plea. She loved hearing him ask. Beg.

Leaning forward, she captured his lips, still rocking her hips, still rubbing against him. Squeezing his cock inside her, her own climax began to crest. She pulled away from the kiss long enough to give him permission.

“You may cum.” Spoken in a husky whisper, the words were all Freddy needed.

He cried out, his hips thrusting upward while she pressed down atop him. Feeling his cock pulse inside her, the hot spurt of liquid triggering her own pleasure, she moved with abandon as waves of ecstasy rolled through her. Clenching around him, her pussy milked his cock of every last drop of cum before she collapsed atop him, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“Good boy.”

Freddy

Waking up next to Camille in her bed, Freddy felt nothing but deep satisfaction. Every part of him felt good, from his head down to his toes. Looking at her, still fast asleep with her blue satin bonnet on her head, she looked like an angel. Part of him wanted to slip under the covers and wake her up with his mouth, but he wasn’t sure how she’d feel about that. She hadn’t given him permission to do any such thing, and they hadn’t talked about boundaries while sleeping, but he made a mental note to ask later.

What he did feel comfortable doing was slipping out of bed to go to the bathroom, then heading to her kitchen. The impulse to take care of her was one he couldn’t completely ignore.

Thankfully, she had several aprons hanging on a hook inside her pantry, and he snagged the top one. Cooking while naked was dangerous; he’d much rather be covered. Taking a swift perusal of what she had in her fridge, he decided on cinnamon French toast, eggs, and fresh fruit for breakfast. Humming happily under his breath, he got everything he needed out on the counter, then got the coffee pot started.

First thing was to chop the fruit. He wanted the other stuff warm when she woke up, so he’d get the cold food done first. Strawberries, melon, and bananas. While he was doing that, his phone buzzed on the counter, the vibrations making enough noise, it sounded like it was echoing. He snatched it up and waited, listening to hear if he heard any movement back in the bedroom.

Nothing.

Breathing out a sigh of relief that his surprise hadn’t been ruined, he looked at the text.