Page 208 of Masters of Control

“Frequently. I prefer it for stingy pain.” He gave her his best ‘I’m a knowledgeable sadist, not a tourist with no experience’ smile.

“So do I,” Morgan chirped brightly. “Oh, should we get a paddle? Then I can have the thuddy and the stingy.”

“The rattan cane is for the thuddy. Or I can use my belt again if you want.” Paddles weren’t his favorite. He didn’t know why; he just preferred the lighter instruments of torment. Maybe because his arm didn’t tire out quite so quickly.

Bemused, the woman bagged up their purchases and wished them a good evening. Morgan happily told her that she planned on having a great one. Taking another quick look around to make sure Mason wasn’t upstairs, they went back out the front door. Asad couldn’t help but feel a bit of gleeful pleasure at knowing a secret about his cousin.

Of course, he could hardly reveal that secret without revealing that he had the same secret… but he could certainly have some fun with Mason without tipping his hand during the rest of the weekend.

Right now, though, he was going to concentrate on getting back to the hotel room with Morgan and salvaging their evening. She deserved a fun night, and so did he.

Morgan

Leaving the club wasn’t as disappointing as Morgan had thought it would be. Really, she’d mostly been curious about it and had liked the idea of scening in a place where no one knew her, but going back to the hotel to scene with Master Asad felt really good, too. She didn’t feel like she was missing out on anything by leaving, other than an audience, which she didn’t need.

As soon as they were back in the car, Master Asad put his hand on her thigh, his fingers stroking the soft inner skin as he navigated them back onto the road. Already aroused from looking around the club and picking out the toys, Morgan squirmed in her seat. She could feel that her panties were wet, and having his hand so close to her pussy, his palm warm on her thigh, was making her squirm even more.

“Lean back and spread your legs, Red,” he ordered, though his eyes were on the road, almost as though he was ignoring her.

Biting back a whimper, she leaned back in the seat, scooting her butt forward as much as she could with the seat belt on, and spread her legs wide.

The loose skirt she was wearing slid across her skin, leaving her thighs almost completely bare and exposing her underwear. Master Asad’s finger stroked over the wet fabric, tracing her labia, and Morgan shuddered.

“Play with your nipples. You can do it over the top of your dress, or pull them out if you’re comfortable.”

From his tone of voice she couldn’t tell if he had a preference. She wasn’t sure what she should do, but she reached up to brush her hands over her breasts. The top wasn’t low cut enough for her to pull down comfortably, so that made her decision for her…

Still, she couldn’t help but think about what it might be like to pull the top of her dress down. It was dark outside and the likelihood of anyone being able to see in the car to see her topless was small, despite the streetlights. The area they were driving through didn’t have a bustling nightlife.

Even though she was used to exhibitionism at the club, a small thrill went through her at knowing she was playing with her breasts and nipples in an area where they wouldn’t want to be seen by anyone. It would be even more profound if she did pull her top down.

“Good girl,” Master Asad murmured, his finger slipping under her panties to stroke her pussy.

Morgan whimpered again, closing her eyes and tipping her head back as she cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples hard through the fabric. It wasn’t hard enough. It was a tease, not a fully satisfying sensation.

She wanted more, and she was going to get it…

She just had to be a good girl and wait till they got to the hotel.

Somehow, fifteen minutes stretched to feel like an hour as she kept playing with her breasts, trying to get a satisfactory pinch on her nipples as Master Asad’s fingers slipped through the slippery folds of her pussy. The puffy lips became more sensitive with every stroke, her inner muscles clenching emptily as he teased her clit, then slid away.

By the time they reached the hotel, she was a hot, wet mess of arousal and need, but she kept her legs spread far apart, just liked he’d ordered her to.

“Good girl,” Master Asad said, sliding his fingers out from beneath her panties.

Morgan turned her head to look at them as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. Even in the shadows cast by the lights, she could see the gleam in his dark eyes.

“You taste delicious.” Reaching back down, he tugged her skirt over her thighs. “Let’s go.”

Yes, please.

Thankfully, the bags the Outlands had provided were big and were completely opaque, so no one could see what they were bringing in. The tips of the canes stuck out, but only someone familiar with exactly what they were would be able to guess from what they could see.

They walked right through the lobby without anyone giving them weird looks. She felt as if she was ready to jump out of her skin, everything was tingling and buzzing, yet no one knew. The elevator was empty, so Morgan couldn’t help leaning against Master Asad, brushing her hand over the front of his pants. She twisted her hand around and the thick bulge of his erection pulsed against her palm.

“You are looking for trouble, Red,” he growled into her ear, a slight hitch in his breath as she wrapped her fingers around him through his pants.

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed, lifting her chin to meet his hot gaze. He looked as though he wanted to strip her down and devour her right there in the elevator, and her heart thudded in her chest.