Page 190 of Masters of Control

“You need to cut that out,” he growled under his breath as she wiggled her butt against him for the umpteenth time.

“Cut what out?” she asked innocently, as if she had no idea what he was talking about. When she peeked over her shoulder to look at him, his eyes were narrowed, as though he was trying to decide if she was sincere or not. Morgan giggled.

Asad groaned.

“Mercy, save me from a righteous brat,” he muttered.

Morgan grinned. ‘Bratty’ was not a word that had ever been used to describe her. She’d recently actually overheard one Dom calling her relentlessly obedient—he’d made it sound like a good thing, and at one time, she would have taken it as such. Now that she knew there were other options for submission, she wanted to explore. She just hadn’t known how to, especially not without disappointing a Dom who expected her to be a certain way.

Right now, she could be whoever she wanted to be with Asad because they weren’t in a scene, and a girlfriend could tease her boyfriend if she wanted to.

It also helped that she knew Asad because she could tell he wasn’t really upset with her. That was also important to her.

“Stop playing around with your girlfriend. We’re here to golf,” Mason said from where he was standing by Cyrus, his drawling tone filled with annoyance. Darius coughed into his hand, turning away to look elsewhere, as if he was uncomfortable with the observation about his son and son’s girlfriend.

“You heard him.” Asad’s breath was warm against her ear. Unlike Mason, whose competitive nature had become clearer with every hole, he sounded amused. “We’re here to golf.”

As much as Morgan wanted to keep teasing Asad, she didn’t want to hold everyone else up.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, adjusting her grip on the club. She heard him make a low noise in reaction—she’d been teasing again with the ‘Sir.’ Then Asad stepped away. Taking another moment to aim, she swung the club, and it connected to the ball with a satisfying thwack. Everyone watched as it sailed across the green, bounced, and came to a halt even closer to the hole than Mason’s had. Morgan bounced. “Yay!”

“Good job, baby,” Asad said loudly, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him for a hug. Behind them, Mason muttered something about beginner’s luck, causing Cyrus to laugh and tease him about being a sore loser. Shaking his head, Darius looked up to the sky, as if appealing to a higher deity for patience. And maybe he was.

Everyone was getting along. Asad was clearly having a good time, which meant she was doing a good job and was enjoying herself as well. It was a good day. The only cloud on the horizon was she couldn’t quite shake what Sam had said about the other Doms telling Asad to keep his hands off of her.

As long as things kept going the way they were, she supposed she’d find out tonight.

Chapter Ten

Asad

Patrick: How’s everything going?

Great. Morgan is having a good time.

Asad wondered if he should confirm he’d been a good boy and kept his dick out of Morgan, or if his text would be good enough to reassure Patrick that everything was going well.

Patrick: Glad to hear it. Keep up the good work.

Gritting his teeth, Asad swiped out a quick text back.

Yes, Dad.

He resented that Patrick felt the need to check up on him, yet he inwardly acknowledged the need for it. Morgan was having a really good time, and he was having a really good time with her.

And after she’d spent the majority of the day rubbing her delicious ass against him, he absolutely wanted to fuck it.

The text from Patrick had been a good reminder that it really wasn’t worth it. He didn’t need the whole club mad at him. And he sure as hell didn’t need Patrick and Lexie mad at him. He didn’t think they’d kick him out of the club if he had sex with Morgan… but he also wasn’t one hundred percent sure they wouldn’t. They, and everyone else, could definitely make being at Stronghold and Marquis uncomfortable enough that he might not want to be there.

Better not to risk it.

No matter how badly his dick ached.

And it ached a lot.

Forget the cold shower. He needed a hot one that he could get his rocks off in and give his poor blue balls some relief.

Sighing, he exited the clubhouse bathroom and headed back to the table where he’d been sitting with Morgan, Mason, and some of his other cousins. Morgan hadn’t been the only woman to go golfing, but she was far outnumbered by the men—most of the women had chosen to go to the spa. Cyrus and his dad were at another table with Anna’s father and two brothers. He was relieved to get a bit of a break, even if it meant putting up with Mason.