Page 198 of Masters of Control

Asad

Watching Morgan writhe in painful orgasm from having a belt applied to her spread pussy, Asad’s cock pushed against the front of his pants, straining to reach the gorgeous redhead. Fuck, she was gorgeous. And she loved the belt. He pressed his hand down hard enough on her mouth to keep her in place and muffle her cries, making sure she was still able to breathe through her nose without any problems.

She was staring up at the ceiling with wide, glazed eyes, filled with sparkling tears that slid from the corners of her eyes down into her hair, all while shuddering in abject ecstasy. Fucking perfection.

Then she blinked, awareness returning to her gaze through the erotic haze. Asad smiled as she slumped, panting. He lifted his hand from her mouth, enjoying the bit of lace peeking between her pouting lips. It was the little things in life.

However, he wasn’t going to enjoy it very long because he wanted in her mouth.

Dropping the belt onto the bed for the moment, he grasped her shoulders to spin her, pulling her to the side until her head was hanging off the bed. Tugging the panties from her lips, he freed his erection with his other hand. Morgan moaned as he reached out to fondle one of her sore breasts, his fingers rubbing over the welts the belt had left behind.

Her nipples were tightly budded on the tips of her breasts, a much darker pink than they had been before. She moaned again as he pinched one while placing the tip of his dick at her lips. The moan was cut off as he thrust in, sliding his dick between her lips as her tongue danced over the top of it.

This wasn’t a position he’d want to keep her in for too long, but the good news was, he wasn’t going to last very long. If that could be considered good news, which it probably was for Morgan’s airway.

The hot suction of her mouth around his dick while he played with her breasts was pure fucking heaven. She wrapped her hands around his body to stabilize herself in the precarious position, holding on to him just enough to help keep her more comfortable. If she needed to safeword, she’d give him a double tap where she was touching him.

Though, since it was Morgan, he was extra aware of what he was doing. There was always the worry she wouldn’t safeword, even when she needed to, though it hadn’t yet been an actual problem.

So, he enjoyed himself, using her mouth, playing with her breasts, enjoying her body for several long minutes while his need mounted higher and higher. Slick heat surrounded his dick, her low moans creating a humming vibration as he pushed into her throat, the muscles convulsing around the tip of his cock, her body spread out before him… his to play with, to torment, to use. Her fingers dug into his ass, nails scraping his skin.

“Fuck, Red…” He thrust, shuddering as his balls tightened in reaction. “I’m going to cum.”

A low hum answered him, her suckling intensifying in encouragement. He groaned, thrusting hard, careful not to bang her head against the bed but using her mouth with vigor. His hands closed around her breasts, fingers tightly pinching her nipples as his pleasure surged.

“Fuck!” He slid in deep until her lips were against the root of his cock, the full length buried in her mouth and throat as the hot bliss gripped him. Pulse after pulse of sweet release went straight down Morgan’s throat while he shuddered with pure pleasure.

It was everything he’d been wanting, craving, since the moment they’d gotten into the car.

But he wasn’t done yet.

As his dick softened between her lips, he bent forward, leaning over her body to slide his tongue into her pussy. A classic sixty-nine position. He felt her gasp around his half-hard cock, felt the shudder of her body beneath his as he tongued her clit. The little nub was still swollen from the lash of the leather, extra sensitive from her orgasm, and she writhed as he sucked it into his mouth.

He could feel her gasps around his dick, making it twitch as another ripple of pleasure swept through him like an aftershock. It didn’t matter that he’d just cum; feeling her reaction was like an aphrodisiac. He fucking loved it.

He loved being able to do this. To give her what she needed. What she craved.

He hadn’t realized how constrained he’d felt about scening with her at the clubs until now. He’d always enjoyed the scenes they’d done together, but he hadn’t truly felt able to do whatever he wanted with her. Hadn’t felt like he could push any of her limits.

Because someone was always watching.

Usually several someones.

Watching and waiting to step in when they deemed someone had gone too far.

The realization made him even more determined to give Morgan what she needed this week. If he’d been holding back with her, just a little, he could only imagine it had been a lot worse with the other Doms who cared what other people thought. Not that Asad didn’t care… he just didn’t care as much as most people.

Feeling her shudder and relax beneath him as her orgasm subsided, Asad straightened, pulling his cock free of her mouth. Morgan didn’t move. He didn’t panic because her chest was rising and falling with slow, steady breaths, but he didn’t want to leave her head hanging at that angle if she’d fallen asleep.

“Up you go, Red,” he murmured, curling his arm under her head and the other around her knees to move her around on the bed.

“Mmm.” She snuggled in against his shoulder.

Which felt… nice.

Aftercare was not his forte, but he did know what to do. He just didn’t usually enjoy it. It usually felt like a trap. As though intimate aftercare was where submissives started to get confused about what the relationship was. Asad veered toward doing the bare minimum, then jetting out of there as soon as his sub’s needs were taken care of.

But there was nowhere for him to go.