Page 18 of Masters of Control

“I’m not sure if I should thank her or curse her,” Sam joked, looking down at the bench before cocking her head at him. A lock of blonde hair fell across her eyes, and Q reached up to brush it away before she could, letting the tips of his fingers stroke over her face.

The hot blush that followed in its wake made him feel like a king.

It was also making him feel a little out of his element. He’d never scened with anyone that he was this into. He’d been attracted to the other submissives he’d scened with, but not like this. Not this white-hot attraction that made him forget where they were when they kissed.

I am so fucked.

“Well, I want to thank her for ensuring I get to bend you over this bench.” He grinned even wider when she snorted and shook her head. “Okay pretty girl, on your knees with your hands up behind your head. I want to get this corset off you.”

She blushed even harder when he called her pretty girl, but she didn’t get on her knees right away. For a moment, he thought she was going to fight him on it, but a considering expression fell over her features, and she slowly got down on her knees. Interesting.

Q decided to take a moment to walk around her. He wanted to look at her and wanted to drive home who was in charge. He wasn’t sure if her hesitation was because it was him or because she struggled to submit because she was a Switch—he felt like that was how it would be for him—but he figured taking his time couldn’t hurt either way.

It also meant he got to enjoy the view.

With her on her knees, her breasts pushed up by the corset, he wanted to dive in between her pillowy breasts and snuggle in for the winter. If only. The skirt she was wearing got in the way of being able to see her lower half, but he still liked seeing her on her knees, with them spread wide apart. It was a hell of a tease to know he would be able to see everything soon.

Thanks to Angel and her penchant for corset making, Q knew how to lace and unlace a corset properly, so he decided to ignore the quick release front. Coming around behind Sam, he tugged at the knot.

Sam turned her head to look over her shoulder.

“You know you can just undo the front, right?” she asked, hands already moving to show him.

“Hands up,” he snapped, taking hold of her hair and using it to pull her head back. Sam’s eyes went wide, her lips parting in surprise as her pupils dilated. “I’ll take care of the corset, pretty girl, you just sit still and let me.”

With her head tipped back like this, her lips were impossible to resist. Bending, he claimed another kiss. Damn, he liked kissing her, especially when he felt her lips soften beneath his.

But bending over wasn’t completely comfortable and as much as he liked kissing her, he was way more excited about finally getting his hands on that sweet ass of hers.

Straightening, he smiled when she put her hands back behind her head, twining her fingers behind her neck.

“Good girl.”

With those words, he got to watch her melt a little. Running his hand down her upper back, he let go of her hair so her head could drop forward again. This time, she kept her hands firmly in place as he expertly unlaced the back of her corset, loosening it from the center outward, and she sighed with relief as the tight constraint around her body relaxed.

“Hands up.”

Sure, he could undo the quick release in the front, but there was something satisfying about pulling the whole corset up and off. Her hands dropped to the back of her neck, thrusting her breasts forward with the movement, and Q’s cock throbbed. He was actually going to get to second base with Samantha Dupre.

You’re going to do a whole lot more than that.

7

He’s In Charge

Sam

Feeling Q’s eyes caressing her skin, Sam tried not to feel too self-conscious, but it was difficult. While she loved her body, there were always people who didn’t, and most of the time she didn’t care… but it was hard not to care when a man she wanted to have sex with saw her naked for the first time.

If he didn’t like the way she looked that was a problem with him, and logically she knew that, but that didn’t always fix what she felt. If Q turned away from her now or said this was all just a joke to get back at her from high school, she would probably run from Stronghold and never come back again.

So, when he walked back in front of her, she couldn’t help but peek up at him. Not that he noticed. His gaze was firmly fixed on her exposed breasts. There was nothing in his expression other than admiration and desire. Relief, arousal, and happiness flooded her, allowing her to fully relax. She dropped her gaze, a smile curving her lips, and her spine straightened, pushing her breasts out even more.

“Very nice,” Q said, reaching down to cup one of her breasts, his dark fingers stroking her pale skin. The contrast was so pretty, especially when he reached the pale pink nipple and rubbed his thumb over the little bud. It hardened under his touch, and she felt an answering rush of heat between her thighs. If she hadn’t been kneeling, she would have tried to press them together. Instead, there was nothing to assuage the ache that was growing between them.

“Thank you, Master Q.” She sang out the words, which gave them a very sassy sound. It felt weird calling him Master Q, but she didn’t hate it.

He gave her nipple a little pinch, which made her squeal at the sudden, delicious sting.