Page 148 of Masters of Control

But it wasn’t Tracey’s voice he heard, it was Morgan’s.

“Hello, Ms. Sinclair, I have the reports you asked for.”

“Thank you, Morgan, bring them over here please.”

Oh, so that’s how they were going to play it, were they?

Freddy was happy to meet the unspoken challenge. Mistress Camille was going to keep roleplaying, and Freddy was going to do his best to break her out of character.

With her hand still in his hair, he dove back into her pussy, ignoring whatever she and Morgan were talking about. Mistress Camille let go of his hair, probably feeling it looked a little odd above the desk and giving him free rein to do what he liked. Using his shoulders, he spread her thighs wider, his tongue dipping and swirling. Accidentally bumping his head on the desk caused a brief pause in the conversation happening above him, but it didn’t slow him at all.

He was doing his best to bring Mistress Camille to orgasm while she was talking to Morgan, and a bump or two on the head was hardly a deterrent.

Suddenly, the vibrator in his ass kicked up a notch, going from barely there to a medium, pulsing buzz that sent hot spears of pleasure piercing through him. Freddy moaned into her pussy, his ass clenching as ecstasy gripped him. The urge to grip his dick growing stronger, he put that need into his oral efforts, doubling down on his intention to give her pleasure since he couldn’t have his own until she said so.

Camille

A hot flush heating her cheeks, Camille was struggling to concentrate on what Morgan was saying. The stunning redhead grinned at her. Camille had asked Tracey to have Morgan interrupt them at a set time. Camille knew Morgan and Freddy were close and figured it would be better to include someone she knew he was friends with rather than just any old body.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Morgan,” she said as Freddy sucked her clit into his mouth, simultaneously bumping his head on the underside of the desk again.

It was all she could do not to gasp, keeping everything normal from the waist up while everything from her waist down was buzzing and humming with pleasure. The most she’d been able to do in retaliation was make sure Freddy was buzzing inside too, which only seemed to have encouraged him even more.

“Of course, Ms. Sinclair. Have a great rest of the ev— I mean, day.” Morgan grinned and skipped out of the room, apparently very pleased with having played a part in the scene.

Leaning back in the chair, Camille rolled it back just an inch, enough so she could see Freddy’s blue eyes peering up at her, his mouth firmly pressed against her pussy as he continued to lick and suck. Now that their audience was gone, and she didn’t have to pretend to be working anymore, she gave herself over to the physical sensations.

Gripping his head with both hands, she rubbed her pussy against his lips and tongue, moaning with abandon in pure pleasure.

“Use your fingers,” she demanded, shuddering and clenching as his fingers pressed into her, his tongue still hard at work on her clit. He pumped his fingers back and forth, curving them in just the right spot to make her cry out as ecstasy flared. She leaned back even further, giving him full access to her pussy. Thrusting his fingers inside her, twisting and stroking, his tongue laved her most sensitive spots as she squirmed in the chair. “Oh fuck… fuck, Freddy!”

Throwing her head back, she cried out as passion surged, her body tightening and releasing a wave of erotic bliss that crashed over her senses. He kept licking, sucking, and moving his fingers inside of her, pushing her higher and higher until the waves finally ebbed, leaving her delightfully satisfied.

Now, it was his turn.

“Very good boy,” she murmured, gentling her hold on his hair and stroking the damp strands as she scooted back. His fingers and mouth fell away from her, his lips and chin still glossy with the evidence of her orgasm.

It was highly enjoyable seeing him so disheveled, his hair askew, mouth wet with her juices, rather than the put-together professional he so often appeared. This was Freddy completely unbuttoned and undressed.

She held out her hand so he could take it and get to his feet.

“What would you like to do, Freddy? We still have the room for another forty minutes. Submissive’s choice.” Partly because she hadn’t come into the night with a plan and partly because she wanted to know what he would choose. There were plenty of things she could do, she didn’t need a plan to finish out the scene in a satisfying manner, but she wanted to know what he wanted.

His eyes lit up with delight, making her feel even happier about making the offer. Not all submissives wanted a say in what happened to them or even found it stressful, but some enjoyed being able to choose something for themselves now and then. It didn’t surprise her that Freddy was one of the latter.

“I would like to be pegged, Mistress.” He looked at her imploringly, as if worried she was going to turn down such a charming invitation.

Her smile widened. It looked like she would be getting more than one new toy tonight.

“Then get up on the desk, on your back.” She gave his fingers a squeeze before letting go. “If you can tell me where I might find a strap-on in here…”

Freddy looked as if he was floating on air when he pointed to one of the filing cabinets. He got onto the desk while she was looking through the options, and she smiled when she glanced over to see him in position and waiting. Knowing what was coming, he’d put himself on the edge of the table, his legs spread wide, hands draped over the sides of the table and gripping them to help him keep position.

Holding it on his own wouldn’t be very comfortable, but she’d be there in a moment to help.

Picking up a harness that looked like it would fit her, she selected a medium sized dildo to go on the front, along with a slightly larger attachment for herself. The dildo for Freddy was longer, but not thicker than the plug he currently had inserted.

Since she’d left him buzzing the entire time, she waited to turn off the remote until she had the strap-on in place, the dark brown cock jutting out in front of her while her pussy clenched around the one inside her. Sadly, no vibrations here, but she didn’t really need them, and neither would Freddy.