Page 17 of Masters of Control

“Me, too.” Q winked at her, making her laugh. Yeah, she could see that about both of them. With the way they worked to excel in high school, both of them liked getting rewards more than punishments.

Although Sam didn’t mind a little role play now and then.

The staircase emptied out into the dungeon, which was full of people, though not everyone was doing something. Some people were just walking around and watching the scenes rather than participating.

Stronghold’s dungeon was full of possible places to scene. Spanking benches were arranged throughout the center of the main floor. Along the walls were various nooks with chains hanging or occupied by St. Andrews’ crosses. A quiet nook was filled with couches, a mini fridge, and a basket of blankets for aftercare. And, of course, there were the private rooms, which were all occupied.

Interrogation, the Doctor’s Office, and the Jail were located on this floor. The second floor had more options, like a Locker Room, a movie room, a school room, an office, and things like that. One day, Sam would love to use a private room, here or at Marquis, with someone who had reserved the room with her in mind. Not when it was part of the class, because that didn’t count.

“How do you feel about a little spanking?” Q asked, his steps slowing as he took in the benches. They were spaced far enough apart to avoid feeling crowded, and there were a few that were currently open. A club submissive was wiping down the closest one to them.

“Have I been naughty?” she asked flirtatiously.

They came to a halt, Q turning to face her, but never relinquishing her hand.

“Well, you were never properly punished for leaving me without a prom date.” His voice had turned to a low, husky growl, but his eyes simmered with heat and promise. Guilt threatened, but when he was looking at her like that, she knew he didn’t really mean it.

This was going to be a funishment. Role play. Though she probably did deserve a spanking.

Widening her eyes, she tilted her head. With the heels she was wearing, they were basically the same height, so it was no trouble to meet his gaze.

“Oh, you’re right… I’m so sorry, Master Q.” She made her voice syrupy sweet, which had the added effect of making her sound entirely insincere.

His lips quirked.

“You’re certainly going to be Ms. Dupre.”

Q

Talk about fantasies coming true. Not that he’d fantasized about spanking Sam after she’d changed her mind about prom. He hadn’t known enough then to even fathom such a thing. But if he’d known about kink back then, this was exactly what he would have fantasized about. Her wide eyes and pouty, half-parted lips made his cock throb. He was already rock hard, his body eager for… well, everything.

“I suppose you want me to make it up to you?” Her mischievous smile demonstrated as little regret as her tone had.

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

He was being completely sincere. While he might not have known about kink, he’d had plans for that night. Pretty innocent plans since they hadn’t been dating or anything, but still. A dance. A kiss. Maybe the chance to tell her how much he liked her, if he’d been able to make himself that vulnerable.

They had been going off to separate colleges after graduation. He hadn’t been about to suggest anything like being boyfriend and girlfriend and trying to do long distance, but he’d wanted some memories to take with him. Maybe a little hope that they’d meet again in the future, after college, older, wiser, and with the attraction still firmly in place.

That last wish had actually come true, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to squander it.

Which was why he let go of her hand to cup her face in his palms. They’d gone over his limits at the last class—sex was on the table, and kissing was as well.

He’d waited years for his first kiss with Samantha Dupre.

Her eyes widened right before their lips connected, and he felt her tense, but only for a moment. Then she relaxed, hands pressing against his chest, and she leaned into the kiss.

Fuck.

The simmering attraction between them exploded. Q’s right hand slid from her chin to the back of her neck while the other dropped to wrap around her waist and haul her against him. She gasped, her lips parting, and he took full advantage, delving between them with his tongue and getting his first proper taste of her.

She tasted like lemons, which brought to mind the water with lemon she’d been drinking upstairs. Or maybe this was how she always tasted. Sweet and tart at the same time, which summed her up perfectly. She kissed him back, just as needy, just as hot for him as he was for her.

A small cough beside them made both of them jump, Q staring at her for a moment before tearing his gaze away to look at the club sub who had been cleaning the spanking bench near them. She was grinning widely.

“Sorry to interrupt, but if you wanted a bench, I’d grab this one now,” she said, giving them a wink before skipping away.

Good thing she’d cut in because Q saw several people eyeing the bench as he shifted Sam closer to it. He didn’t have to get her on it immediately, of course, but just by standing next to it, they were staking their claim. In the past minute or so, while they’d been flirting and kissing, all the other benches had been taken.