Page 162 of Masters of Control

“Okay… your turn.”

His eagerness to please her, to pleasure her, had grown with every passing moment, and he nearly dropped his glass of mousse on the bed. Taking a deep breath, he managed to get a hold of himself. He wasn’t going to impress her by fumbling about.

Mistress Camille laid back on the bed, in nearly the same position as he had but used her hands to prop up her head, not to hold on to the headboard. Despite her hardened nipples, wet pussy, and the heat in her eyes, she looked relaxed—something he was determined to change.

His erection ached and throbbed, still slick from her mouth, but he knew he wouldn’t be getting satisfaction there any time soon. He didn’t even need it. His first and foremost thought was to give her what she needed.

What she deserved.

“Start with my breasts,” she murmured, nodding her head at the bountiful mounds.

“Happily, Mistress.”

Her eyes gleamed, lips curving upward as he knelt on the bed beside her and dropped the mousse onto her breasts, using the spoon to ensure a healthy amount covered the hard buds of her nipples. She made a small sound as the cold metal and dessert touched her skin, her eyelashes fluttering at the sensation.

Leaning forward, Freddy began to worship her with his tongue, licking all the mousse from her skin while focusing on giving her as much pleasure as possible. His cock bounced beneath him, heaving, throbbing, and wanting, but it didn’t matter. He had a deep need to ensure she came first. In every way.

Sucking the mousse off her nipples took much longer than necessary… but he was just ensuring he got every last bit. She moaned, her fingers threading through his hair, stroking his head in encouragement. Not that he needed any.

This was everything he wanted.

“Now my pussy… but not in it.”

Because sugar wasn’t good for pussies. Freddy wouldn’t have, anyway, but he didn’t mind the reminder. He’d been in the scene long enough—and on social media often enough—to know people put all sorts of things inside themselves out of ignorance.

“I can work around that.” He winked at her as he shifted on the bed.

She laughed at the terrible but entirely appropriate, pun.

By working around it meant he spread the chocolate mousse all around her opening—across her mound, on her outer labia—worked around both her pussy and her order not to put any inside her vulva. All the while, he teased her, heightening her pleasure as he licked and sucked. Occasionally, his tongue delved between her lips to lap at the sweet moisture there before returning to clean the mousse from her delicate areas.

Once all the mousse was gone, he didn’t move away. Pressing in, no longer constrained by where the mousse was, he made her entire pussy his dessert.

“Oh, yes…” Her hips lifted in response, pressing her wet folds more firmly against his mouth, her grip tightening on his hair as he worked his tongue back and forth. Flicking it over her swollen clit, he slid it between her labia and dipped into her hole before doing it all over again.

She undulated, her hips rocking against him, pressing herself against his mouth, until suddenly, her grip on his hair tightened to the point of pain.

“Get up here.” She growled the words, tugging at the same time. “I want you inside me.”

No argument there. Freddy followed her lead as she pulled him into position, his hands on either side of her, cock pressing against the wet heat of her pussy. She moved her hips up and down, sliding her wetness against him.

“You’re going to fuck me hard, and you’re not going to cum until I tell you to.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Fuck. Freddy’s muscles tightened as he thrust forward, burying himself inside her. The slick, wet heat that wrapped around his cock was pure heaven. Being on top wasn’t something that happened often, but the truth was, the position didn’t matter.

They both knew who was running the show.

Camille

Lifting her hips to meet Freddy’s thrust, Camille slid her free hand down his side, her other hand still gripping his hair as he moved inside her. Her entire body was humming from all the teasing and his talented tongue. As he moved inside her, stoking her pleasure, building her arousal to higher and higher heights, she could feel her muscles quivering and clenching around him.

“Oh, yes…” Her hand curved over his ass, squeezing as his muscle tightened, his cock driving home inside her. She pressed her finger against the crinkled opening between his cheeks, teasing it and rubbing it, igniting the sensitive nerves, and he cried out as he thrust harder and fast in response.

“Mistress!” He leaned forward, pumping between her thighs, her finger pushing inward despite the lack of lubricant, setting him off his rhythm. He groaned, filling her with his cock and rubbing against her swollen lips and clit, sending her senses soaring.

“Yes… there… right there…” Like a good sub, he kept moving in exactly the way he had been, giving her just what she needed, as ecstasy billowed up and explode through her senses. Just before the passion swallowed her under completely, she managed to gasp out, “You may cum.”