Page 20 of Masters of Control

“I have wanted to do this from the moment I saw you again,” he murmured, and his hand lifted.

Smack!

The sting wasn’t overwhelming, but it sure as heck wasn’t small. It was right on the edge of being too much. She didn’t have much time to register the pain before his hand came down again on the opposite cheek. Sam gasped and rocked forward on the bench, which rubbed the front of her mound against it, sending a sizzle of pleasure straight through her core.

His hand came down again and again and again, leaving stinging hot flashes of pain over the entire expanse of her ass. Sam shuddered and rocked against the bench, but the little bit of stimulation she could get wasn’t nearly enough. Moaning, she lifted her hips up to meet Q’s hand as he rained down swats on her upturned ass.

Q

Fucking beautiful.

The temptation to spank Sam until her cheeks were as red as her underwear was definitely there, but he wouldn’t go that far tonight. He had a sadistic streak, but he wasn’t really a sadist. His cock throbbed as he laid his palm down on her sit spot, causing her ass to ripple, and she cried out from the pain.

Not that it was all pain. He could see the wet spot growing on the gusset of her underwear where her arousal was working its way through the tightly stretched fabric as he spanked her. The outline of her swollen pussy lips was visible through the underwear. Pausing for a moment to stroke his fingers over her panties, a thrill ran up his body both at the touch and the sound she made when he did so.

“Good girl,” he murmured before going back to spanking her again.

Her pink bottom was slowly darkening, and he was aiming for a rosy pink before he stopped. Where this scene was going, he wasn’t sure. He hadn’t planned to be doing this tonight, so he was playing it by ear. Spanking her gave him some time to think about what he wanted to do next.

Or, well, what he was going to do next.

What he wanted to do was rip those pretty lacy panties off of her and plunge into her from behind. He’d left her underwear on as a barrier to keep him from doing exactly that. While he’d fantasized about spanking her, fantasized about getting his hands all over her, he’d had very specific fantasies about fucking her, and none of them included an audience. He didn’t mind people watching, but it did nothing for him, either.

With Sam, he wanted it to be private. Special.

Granted, if she decided to take a ride during their class together, he wouldn’t protest. But when he was in charge, he had his own plans… which did not include sex tonight.

Unfortunately.

Shit, he wished he’d been better prepared.

It wasn’t like he’d known this was going to happen.

He was never coming to Stronghold without his toy bag again, that was for sure. Lesson learned.

“How are you feeling, Sam? Give me a color.”

“Green, Sir.” The answer came immediately with happy sigh that made him grin. Yeah, she was feeling good, and he was about to make her feel even better. While he might not be able to do everything he wanted to her right now, he could definitely give her an orgasm.

“Good girl.” Shifting his position slightly so he could grip both of her dark pink ass cheeks, he squeezed the soft flesh, digging his fingers in as she moaned. Dipping one hand farther down, his fingers traced over the damp fabric of her underwear, stroking and caressing the pouting folds. Sam moaned, her hips lifting up to meet his touch, while Q pressed his other hand against the bulge at the front of his pants to relieve some of his own ache.

It only took him a moment to reach where her clit was and pressed down, rubbing his fingers in a slow, sensuous circle against the little bud. She cried out, shuddering as she pushed back against his touch.

“That’s it,” he murmured, slowly increasing the speed of his movements, rubbing the bundle of nerves harder as her breathing sped up and so did her movements. She was pressing back against him, greedy for all the stimulation he could give her. “Come for me, pretty girl.”

As though his words gave her the permission, or the push, she needed, Sam’s cry peaked, and her entire body tensed as she came apart.

Q only had two regrets—that he wasn’t buried inside her and that he couldn’t see her face.

8

Aftercare

Sam

Ecstasy flooded through her body as Q’s clever fingers found the right spot to push, then all the built-up sexual tension inside her released. The painful heat from her spanking morphed, changing into pure pleasure as the waves of sexual bliss rolled through her. Panting and limp, she slumped over the bench, her empty inner muscles still clenching.

Wow.