Page 146 of Masters of Control

“Whatever you think is appropriate, ma’am,” he said earnestly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you.”

Raising her eyebrows, Mistress Camille leaned forward on the desk, giving him an intense look. His cock was already hard, but it jerked at that look. Fuck, she was hot when she was bossy.

“Whatever it takes?” she asked, her voice changing a touch, becoming sultrier.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, wondering what she was going to ask of him. Something filthy, he hoped.

“Well, Mr. Johan, let me see what you have to offer. Strip.”

Freddy put his hand to his chest, feigning shock.

“Ma’am? I’m not sure that’s entirely professional.” It was a bit of a risk, putting up some resistance, since not all Dominants liked that, but he was curious how she would react. Plus, it added a little more realism to the scene.

“I’m not looking for professional, Alfred.” Oh, interesting. Hearing his full first name on her lips did things to his insides he hadn’t been prepared for. “I’m looking for a man who will go the extra mile. The one who just said he was willing to do anything to prove himself. Now strip or turn around and walk out that door and don’t come back.”

Freddy stripped.

Camille

Sitting behind the desk, watching Freddy strip off his clothes, Camille felt powerful, which was the whole point of this type of roleplay. It was also making her feel a lot better after the confrontation with the two douchebags earlier. Some of the nerves in her stomach had already settled.

Maybe if nothing else worked out, she’d end up being her own boss. That would be fine, even if it wasn’t what she’d wanted, but she was realizing more and more that her time at Donaldson was done.

Shoving away thoughts of her actual work, she took the time to admire Freddy’s physique. His long, lean muscles. The way his hip bones had those cute little notches. The blond hair on his chest and neatly trimmed around the thick stalk of his cock, which was standing at attention.

“You seem to be enjoying how unprofessional we’re being,” she couldn’t help pointing out.

To her delight, Freddy blushed and pretended to be bashful, covering his erection with his hand. Well, sort of covering it. The sneaky sub was using his ‘embarrassment’ to press his hand against his cock, giving himself some of the stimulation he was craving.

“You’re a very attractive woman, ma’am,” he replied shyly.

Camille smiled even wider. Naughty boy and a good actor, too, in a fun way. ‘Shy’ did not seem to be part of Freddy’s make-up, but he was very cute doing it for roleplay.

“And you’re a very attractive man. One I’d like to see all of. Move over to my desk and put your hands flat on top of it.” She gave him a look to let him know she knew exactly what he’d been doing with his hands. Freddy grinned for a moment before slipping back into character, ducking his head as he moved into position.

The position required him to bend forward, spreading his legs outward, since he was quite a bit taller than the desk. His cock hung down beneath him, his back straight, as he peeked up at her, to see her reaction.

“Good boy,” she purred. This close to his face, she could see the way his pupils dilated, his quick intake of breath, and his needy pleasure at the praise. “Now, stay right there while I figure out exactly what I’m going to do with you.”

She glanced at the clock on the wall above the door. She had about ten minutes before the surprise she’d asked Tracey to arrange arrived, just enough time as long as she moved quickly.

Opening the drawer to her left, she pulled out the paddle. Freddy’s head jerked up, and she saw his hot look of anticipation before he ducked down again, hiding his expression. Yes, paddle, and…

The other side of the desk held an assortment of plugs, probes, dildos, vibrators… and there were more in the armoire, according to Tracey. Thankfully, Camille didn’t have to search. What she wanted was right there in the drawer—a remote controlled plug.

Since she needed new toys, she might as well add some of the ones she found at Stronghold to her collection, especially since she could use them right away instead of having to wait for them to be shipped.

Picking up one of the small bottles of lube and a few batteries, she put the paddle on the desk where Freddy’s head was hanging down, so he would have to stare at it while she got everything else ready. While she unwrapped the plug from its packaging, got the batteries into the remote, and then lubed up the toy, she started lecturing him.

“This company has standards, Mr. Johan, and we need employees who are willing to take on any task, no matter how hard⁠—”

“I’m fine with hard tasks,” he quipped, making her lips quiver in amusement.

Clearing her throat, she went on.

“Who will bend over backward⁠—”

“Or forward.”