Page 205 of Masters of Control

He was playing with her nipples—why not her clit?

“Yes, Red?” he asked, lifting his hand. His other hand fondled her opposite breast, brushing his thumb over the sensitive bud while he palmed the mound of flesh. “Something you need?”

“Whatever pleases you, Sir,” she said automatically.

“And if it pleases me to fuck these beautiful breasts and leave your pussy completely unattended?” Saying the words, he pushed her breasts together, plumping them next to each other and creating a deep valley he could thrust his cock into if he wanted.

Morgan squirmed underneath him. Part of her understood he was trying to get her to say what she wanted from him while another part of her was insisting it didn’t matter what she wanted. It only mattered what he wanted. She’d never been good at lying when Master Richard had played this mind game with her, even though she’d known the desired response.

“Please, Sir, let me cum.” She couldn’t outright deny him what he wanted, but she could talk around it.

“Did you bring any toys with you, Red? A vibrator? Anything?”

She shook her head.

Though she had some toys at home, for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to her to pack any of them. Maybe because she preferred sex to masturbation.

“Hmm. I need to find a way to sneak out so we can get some more things to play with.” Master Asad was thoughtful as he mused aloud, though he didn’t stop playing with her breasts while he was distracted. Her swollen nipples throbbed in the tight grip of his fingers as he pinched and released, making her pant as the pleasure-pain combination thrummed through her.

“We could go to the Outlands, Sir,” she said hopefully.

Master Asad raised his eyebrows at her.

“Mitch’s dad owns it. It might be hard to stay a secret.”

“I’ve never met Master Gavin.” She smiled up at her sadistic lover. “He won’t know who I am, even if he knows about me.”

“I thought you said Naomi told you about the Outlands.”

“She did.” Morgan gasped, her back arching as he crushed her nipples, pulling on them at the same time. The sweet, hot need spilled through her, and her legs jerked, trying to press her thighs together to find some relief for her aching clit. “But I’ve never been. I met Naomi before they moved here.”

“And if Naomi and Drew are there?”

“They won’t be. I already asked Naomi if she was in town this week because I thought I might be able to see her.” She’d been disappointed when Naomi had said they’d be away, but now it seemed like everything was working out in a good way. Though she probably would have been able to convince Master Asad to go to the Outlands, anyway, she wanted to play there, too. “They have private rooms.”

“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?” Master Asad asked, chuckling. He released her nipples and began to move down her body, so he was no longer straddling her waist. As he moved, he reached over to grab a condom from the nightstand. They didn’t need to worry about STDs, thanks to being regularly tested, but Master Asad was well known for wanting extra protection when it came to pregnancy prevention. “No glove, no love” was the way he’d explained it to her the first time they’d had intercourse during a scene. Morgan didn’t mind either way. Considering she’d never gotten pregnant while on her birth control before now, she felt safe on it, but she didn’t think extra precaution was a bad thing.

“I really wanted to go to the Outlands this week.” She batted her eyes up at him, knowing he would see right through the blatant manipulation attempt, but also that he would enjoy it enough, he was likely to indulge her. If he wasn’t considering it, he would have shut her down already.

“Okay, Red. I’ll see if I can get us into the Outlands and into a private room.” Master Asad grinned at her. “I can’t promise anything, though, since things are a little busy this week.”

The fact he was willing to try just because she wanted to, despite the packed schedule, sent a rush of warmth through her.

“Thank you, Sir.” There were a lot of people willing to help her get what she wanted as long as they thought it was a good thing for her to have. But here was Master Asad, agreeing to try to get them some time at the Outlands, even though it would make his week a little more difficult and possibly run a bit of a risk to their cover.

She didn’t think they would run into anyone they knew there. No one else from the Stronghold or Marquis clubs was supposed to be in Pittsburgh this week—or she or Master Asad would have heard about it—but there was still a risk. He was going to do it, anyway.

It made her want to suck his cock all over again… unfortunately, she was a little tied up at the moment and completely at the mercy of what he wanted to do, so it was hard to show proper appreciation.

“Trust me, Red, I’m going to enjoy it just as much as you if I can get us in.” With that, he lined his cock up with her pussy and sank in. Morgan moaned, lifting her hips as much as she could in her bound position, shuddering as her pussy finally got the stimulation she’d been aching for.

His thick cock stretched her open. She was so aroused, she didn’t need much time to adjust. It felt good to be filled, to feel him moving inside her, and she gasped as he sank in hilt deep with one long thrust. His lips moved over her neck, the scruff on his jawline scraping against her sensitive skin, and the curly hair on his chest rasped against her overly sensitive and tormented nipples.

It wasn’t nearly as painful as the freshly applied belt had been, but the lingering soreness was enough to fulfill her masochistic desires, while being bound and unable to move added to her enjoyment. There was nothing she could do but lie back and take his cock as he moved with exquisite slowness, teasing her senses with long, slow thrusts while his lips moved over the sensitive skin around her neck and collarbone.

Morgan writhed against the scarves and tie, tugging on them as her body demanded she move, wanting to wrap her arms and legs around him. She wanted to dig her heels into him and urge him onward, but his weight pressing her down and the ties around her limbs kept her from being able to do anything but squirm as he took his time. Every thrust teased her senses, his big body moving over hers, taking her, using her in the most delicious way possible.

Her pleasure swelled as his groin bumped against her clit, over and over. Closing her eyes, she canted her hips upward, rubbing herself against him as best she could every time he thrust home.