Page 196 of Masters of Control

Could he give her an orgasm without sex? Absolutely. But that wasn’t what she’d asked for. More than anything else, she wanted to make her own choices. She needed to. For this week, she’d chosen him and sex.

And, most importantly, no one will know.

Bracing her forearms on the bed, Morgan peeked over her shoulder at him, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Please, Sir, I’m sorry I teased you all day. I’ll suck your cock to make it better.” There was a hint of laughter in her voice, though she managed to suppress any actual giggles.

Asad shook his head, shaking away his own desire to laugh as well as denying her. Which was exactly what she wanted.

“No, baby, first you’re going to pay the price for teasing me. Then, maybe, if you take the belt like a good girl, I’ll let you suck my dick.” Yeah, he was definitely going to have her suck his dick before he fucked her. Morgan gave fantastic head. But he liked the idea of making her ‘earn it,’ and from the way her eyes lit up, so did she.

“I’ll be good, Sir, I promise. Please, just don’t spank me too hard.”

Asad nearly snorted. She’d be disappointed if he didn’t spank her hard enough, but he appreciated the effort.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll go easy on you since this is your first offense this week. Don’t expect me to be so gentle after this.”

He almost ruined his line and snickered as her expression fell. As a sadist, he definitely wasn’t past a little mental torment to go with the physical. Fucking with her head and pretending he was going to go light on her was almost as fun as actually spanking her.

Stepping to her side, so he was in position to wield the belt, he didn’t lift it immediately. Instead, he hooked his fingers into her panties and began to slowly drag them down over her ass to join her shorts around her knees. Morgan wriggled a little, maybe to help and maybe because she was aroused.

Lowering her own shorts was its own kind of submissive humiliation; having her underwear slowly stripped away was another. Were the gossamer thin panties going to do much to protect her bottom? Absolutely not. Her shorts wouldn’t have done much, either, but removing her own shorts at his order emphasized submission to his command, then stripping her of the last line of her defenses—negligible though it was—would have a mental effect.

“There we go,” he said with satisfaction, running his hand back up her thigh and over her upturned bottom. “Now it’s time for your punishment.”

Morgan

Excitement thrilled through Morgan. This was why she liked scening with Master Asad. He was willing to do the kind of scenes with her that no one else was. Any other Dom at Stronghold would have worried that a domestic discipline scene was too close to her past for her to enjoy. They’d have tiptoed around every possible trigger rather than trusting her to use her safewords.

Master Asad just dove right in.

Although she was a little worried he wasn’t going to spank her hard enough.

The first slap of his belt against her upturned bottom seemed to confirm that fear. It hurt, the way a belt would always hurt when it snapped against flesh, but he’d been very gentle, and the light sting didn’t nearly satisfy her.

It was… a tease. The way she’d teased him today.

Oh, that mean, sadistic Dom.

Morgan groaned, dropping her head down as she realized what he was doing—making the punishment fit the crime.

“Oh, was that too rough, baby?” Master Asad said with false sympathy. “Maybe I should just use my hand.”

“No!” Not that he couldn’t spank her hard with his hand, but she’d been anticipating the leather from his belt—wanting it. Switching to his hand would be another form of torment for her, and not the fun, painful kind she really wanted. That she craved. “I mean, please, Sir, I won’t feel fully absolved of my transgressions without a proper punishment.”

He coughed, and she was pretty sure he was covering up a laugh, which made her smile. Thankfully, he couldn’t see it because that would have ruined the little game they were playing. She canted her hips upward, offering her ass for more punishment.

Belts were something she’d been unfamiliar with as an implement before coming to Stronghold. She’d known paddles, floggers, canes, and whips in their many variations, but belts… not so much. And she did like the leather. It could be stingy but gentle, the way he’d just done, or it could bite into her flesh deep enough that she’d feel it the next day—which was her favorite.

“Very well, baby. I’ll make sure you get your deserved punishment.”

This time, the belt came down much harder. Morgan moaned, her toes curling at the stinging, throbbing sensation that flared through her. The top surface of her skin flamed, but where she really felt it was an inch or two into the soft flesh of her ass. It ached underneath where the belt had hit and made her pussy ache in return.

She dropped her head as the belt came down again, leaving a welt just under the previous one. Master Asad’s hand brushed over both marks, so she could feel the way her bottom was already swelling.

She was going to feel this tomorrow.

Good.