Page 187 of Masters of Control

Still, as she closed the bathroom door behind her and began her nightly routine, she couldn’t help but check the text messages again. Her friends were discussing whether or not Morgan should sleep with Asad—as if it was their decision.

Morgan shook her head, shaking away the unhappy emotions, the resentment.

She took a deep breath.

Then another.

Then she looked at the messages again.

They were just talking, not trying to decide for her. It was gossip. And they were making some good points—like Carolyn’s point that pretending to be in a relationship all week might be easier if they were having sex and that it wasn’t anyone else’s business what they did.

They weren’t trying to decide for her.

Not like some of her other friends, who meant well but kept interfering in her life…

Morgan took another deep breath and let it out slowly, counting to ten as she did so. She didn’t want to be angry. She didn’t know how much of what Sam said was true. It was hearsay. Sam had overhead the guys talking to Asad. She might have misinterpreted.

But if someone was… what did Amy call it? The female version of cock-blocking. That’s right. If someone was clam-jamming her, she was going to be pissed. No matter what their intentions were.

She took another deep breath and counted to ten.

There was no point in being mad when she didn’t know for sure what had happened.

Texting her friends that she was going to bed and that she’d update them later, Morgan turned her phone to do-not-disturb so she could get a break from all of it. The whole point of coming here was to get away from everything.

She started on her nighttime routine, beginning with the soft, fuzzy headband that pushed her hair out of her face, then her makeup remover. Just the touch of the furry band pulled some of the tension from her body, and as she began rubbing the makeup off her face in rhythmic, circular motions, she could feel more of it sliding away. There was something hypnotic about skincare, at least for her.

It allowed her to think. Mistress Julie had been working with her on thinking through why people might act or react a certain way to various situations, to help her understand. This was the perfect time to apply some of those techniques.

She wasn’t going to assume Asad was bowing to anyone else’s edicts. That wasn’t really the kind of person he was. That was part of why this trip had been so appealing. He was respectful of her, but he’d never been overly protective, and he’d treated her like any other submissive in the club, even when they scened. Some of the Doms tiptoed around her when they scened with her, as though her past meant she was going to melt down at any moment. She understood their trepidation, but it made it hard to enjoy those scenes.

That had never been a problem with Asad.

That was why it was even more ridiculous to think that someone would tell him not to scene with her or be intimate with her this week. They’d done plenty of scenes in the past. Just because they were away from everyone this week…

She was getting mad again without knowing if that was the root of the problem.

It was far more likely that any amorous intent had been squashed by the dinner with his family. She completely understood if that was the case. Everyone had been trying… but it had been a very uncomfortable dinner. And the revelations afterward had hurt her heart.

While she wanted to comfort Asad, it was very possible he just wanted to be left alone. He had certainly seemed stressed.

The feeling of rejection faded as she finished rubbing lotion into her face.

There. She felt much better now.

The whole world didn’t revolve around her. Despite what Sam had said, there was every reason to think that Asad’s actions were connected to his family and the dinner.

Taking off her fuzzy headband, Morgan quickly stuffed her hair in the bonnet she wore to help keep her curls under control before opening the door and peeking out. The whole room was dark, and she could hear Asad’s even breathing. He’d fallen asleep. She sighed. Definitely no orgasms tonight… unless she wanted to masturbate right next to him while he was sleeping—which felt odd—or in the bathroom, which sounded uncomfortable.

Which was probably for the best since she was all ready for bed as well.

Turning out the light, she crept through the darkness, using the dim light from her phone screen to find her way to her side of the bed. Plugging the device in, she slipped between the covers. The king size bed was more than big enough to fit both of them, and it felt like Asad was very far away on the other side of it.

She was tempted to reach out and touch him just because she could, but she didn’t want to wake him. Yawning, she realized her breathing was starting to match his, her eyelids getting heavy in the darkness. It didn’t feel odd to be in bed with someone else. It felt rather nice to know she wasn’t alone and that she could reach out to touch him if she chose to.

Even though she wasn’t right now.

But she wanted to.