Page 19 of Masters of Control

“Careful, pretty girl, you wouldn’t want to be disrespectful.” His tone was full of warning.

Sam bit her lip against sassing him since she was already going to be spanked.

“These are very pretty breasts.”

Warm palms cupped the undersides while his fingers dug into the soft flesh, thumbs brushing against her nipples as they hardened even further. Sam moaned, her pussy clenching with need. Q crouched down in front of her, giving him a more comfortable position from which to fondle her. Her hands tightened on the back of her neck, fighting back the impulse to touch him as well.

This was one of the things she loved about kink—that she was supposed to stay still, that she didn’t always have to think about what to do next, that she could wait for someone to tell her what they wanted her to do. Right now, she wanted to touch him, and it was a struggle to keep herself under control… yet obeying him and fighting against her own instincts turned her on even more.

The way he was touching her, caressing her, made her entire body feel hot. Whimpering, she pushed her breasts toward him, shuddering when he finally pinched her nipples and relieved some of the ache that had been growing there.

“So pretty,” he murmured. “I think these would look very nice with some jewelry. Next time, I’ll have to bring some.”

Sam’s nipples pulsed against his fingers for two reasons. First, she loved nipple clamps. Second, he’d said next time.

Yes, please.

He might be talking about class, where she’d be in charge of him, but she didn’t think so. She was pretty sure he was talking about him dominating her again.

Which she absolutely wanted.

Does this mean we’re dating?

Probably not the time to ask.

But I’m going to ask.

Later.

She made the promise to herself, already unsure if she would follow through.

“Okay, pretty girl, up on your feet. I want this skirt off, then you over the spanking bench.”

Disappointment warred with anticipation as he released her breasts and held his hand out to help her up. Sam took it and got to her feet, trying not to feel too vulnerable when she saw there were a few voyeurs watching them. One of the hardest parts about kink had been getting used to people seeing her naked. Lots of people.

There were lots of other people in Stronghold’s dungeon getting naked who came in all shapes, sizes, and ages. It was the least judgmental place she’d ever been to, and she sure wasn’t going to let the dregs of her body hang-ups screw her out of a scene with Q.

Q’s hungry gaze roamed over her, clearly enjoying the sight as her skirt dropped to the floor. He wasn’t turned off by rolls or cellulite. He was looking at her thighs as hungrily as he had her breasts. Feeling cheeky, Sam shifted a little to show off the curve of her ass, and his gaze dutifully followed.

She was wearing her favorite pair of underwear—the stars had definitely aligned tonight. Red and lacy, they were almost like boy shorts, but they didn’t cover nearly enough to be called that. The bottom of her cheeks hung out from beneath them, the scalloped lace clinging to her curves. She found them to be a lot more comfortable than a thong while still leaving plenty of her ass exposed.

“See something you like?” she asked sassily, and Q chuckled.

“Yes, I do, and I’ll like it even better once you’re over the bench like you’re supposed to be.”

Sam squealed as his hand snaked out, smacking against the butt cheek closest to him with enough force to sting.

It was going to sting a lot more in a minute, yet she still eagerly laid herself over the bench. Made of wood with padded leather, the bench had two knee supports for her to kneel on before bending over the main portion of it. Reaching down, she took hold of the grips that were there to help keep her in place. The position squashed her breasts a little, making it harder to breathe—or maybe that was just her excitement.

She couldn’t decide if she was disappointed Q hadn’t taken her underwear off.

That seemed to indicate no sex, which was disappointing, but on the other hand, jumping straight into sex when they’d just barely called a truce didn’t seem like the smartest idea. While sex was on the table, after the negotiations during class, she knew she wouldn’t be jumping right into it when she was in charge. But she still kinda wished that he had.

Really? You want your first time with Q to be in the middle of Stronghold’s dungeon with a bunch of people watching?

Okay, maybe not. She had a tiny exhibitionist streak, but it didn’t usually extend to actually having sex in front of people. She was just blinded by lust.

Q’s warm palm rested on the curve of her ass and rubbed a slow circle on her right cheek. She gripped the handholds a little harder as she waited for the first smack.