Page 161 of Masters of Control

“Are you suggesting we bring it back to the bedroom and lick it off each other or that we bring it back to the bedroom and sit in bed to eat it? Either way, yes.”

Laughing again—God she loved how much he made her laugh—she let go of his hand.

“Whichever makes you more comfortable. They’re your sheets, but I was kind of hoping for Door Number One.”

“Door Number One sounds perfect. Sheets are washable and licking chocolate mousse off of you—or vice versa—sounds like the perfect way to end the evening.”

Getting to her feet, Camille helped him get the dishes into the kitchen. He looked like he wanted to tell her not to but bit his lip and kept it to himself. The mousse was in the fridge, as he’d said, already in fancy little individual glasses that made her think of old-fashioned ice cream sundaes. Grabbing the whipped cream, Camille winked at him as she sashayed away, heading toward the bedroom and leaving him to follow her.

“So how do you want to do this?” he asked, when they reached the room.

“Well, let’s get the covers pulled back, so you only have to wash the sheets and not your comforter.” She set her glass of mousse down on the nightstand, Freddy following behind her, before pulling back the navy-blue sheets. If some mousse dripped on the soft cotton, they wouldn’t show stains as much. Though she had a feeling Freddy probably had all sorts of tricks for getting stains out, so she wouldn’t worry too much about it.

“It’s okay if we get messy,” he said, like he was reading her mind.

Shaking her head, not to say it wasn’t but because he always surprised her with how astute he was, Camille straightened and leaned over to kiss him again, a slow, drugging kiss, intimate rather than passionate, at least initially. Then it heated up quickly.

He tasted like red wine and the quintessential flavor that was Freddy. Her body hummed to life as it pressed against his. Their lips separated and came back together, again and again, as they stripped off each other’s clothes. It was more a joint effort than playing with domination and submission, though she was the one leading the way.

Skin touched skin, satiny soft, his body hair rubbing against her sensitive nipples as lips touched again. Camille moaned as his fingers moved over her body, caressing her curves, stroking her with erotic intent. Running her nails lightly across his shoulders and down his chest, she teased his nipples, making him groan in turn.

“Fuck, Mistress…” He gasped out the words when she reached down, cradling his cock and balls in her palm, squeezing them just hard enough to hurt a little. His dick pulsed, jerking in her grip, and she moved her hand up and down the shaft, making him whimper as his head fell back.

“Up on the bed, Freddy. On your back. I want to have my dessert first.” He’d been such a good boy, making a lovely dinner for her and dessert, and he deserved a reward. Letting go of his dick, she grabbed her cup of mousse while he got on the bed and rolled onto his back.

“Hands up and grip the headboard.” She wasn’t going to tie him in place, but she wanted full access while she was playing. Thankfully, he had a very grippable headboard, with lots of vertical bars to wrap his fingers around. Knowing Freddy, he’d probably picked it out on purpose for exactly that reason.

“Yes, Mistress.” Stretching out, he arched his back slightly, showing off his muscles as they rippled with his movements. He was stunning, both in appearance and in his submission… and he was all hers.

Chapter Thirty-One

Freddy

Chocolate mousse was cold.

Not nearly as cold as ice, but it was still cold. His skin flinched away as Mistress Camille dropped a dollop on his stomach, though she followed immediately with her warm tongue, swiping the dessert from his skin and teasing him.

“Mmmm… that’s delicious.”

“Glad you like it.”

He groaned when she dropped another dollop, this one closer to his groin. Close enough that her breasts brushed against his erection as she leaned over to lick him clean. Her low chuckle of amusement at his sexual frustration made him even harder.

Scooping more mousse up with her spoon, instead of dropping it onto him, she set the spoon on its edge against his stomach and slowly dragged a line of chocolate across his chest and down his stomach to the base of his cock. Leaning over again, she slid her tongue along the same path, licking him clean while he arched beneath her.

Fuck, that felt good.

He shuddered as her mouth moved closer to his cock, her curls brushing against him, followed by her cheek as she lapped up the last of the mousse. The hot, wet sensation of her tongue licking up the cool mousse, the closeness of her head to his dick, was enough to drive a man wild when she kept brushing against it without giving him any more stimulation.

He jerked and cried out when she applied some mousse to his balls. If it felt cold against his skin, it felt even colder on the sensitive sack. His headboard creaked as his muscles flexed. Her warm tongue licked and teased until all the mousse was gone… but she didn’t stop there.

Freddy moaned as she sucked his balls into her mouth, rolling them with her tongue, sending the most delicious sensations shooting through him. His toes curling, he panted from the sensations as his cock throbbed with need as her curls brushed over the length.

Cold mousse slid over his shaft, a thick dollop decorating the head. Releasing his balls from her mouth, she slid her tongue up the shaft, lapping at the mousse until she reached the head. Wet heat engulfed the sensitive tip of his dick, her tongue exploring the mushroom head before she slid her lips down the shaft.

“Fuck! Mistress!” He writhed for her, unable to keep completely still as she bobbed her head.

Several long strokes with her mouth, then she pulled away, examining his cock to make sure she’d gotten all her dessert. Then she turned to meet his gaze, her dark eyes gleaming.