Page 209 of Masters of Control

She’d never gotten to be playful like this with anyone before. It was exciting. Unnerving. Wildly arousing. Completely different from the scenes she did at the club, where everything was carefully negotiated ahead of time. Even if no one was watching, which someone always was, her scenes never included this kind of flirting beforehand.

She was starting to understand why romance books had felt so strange to her—it wasn’t just that she felt more like a villain than a heroine, it was because she’d never gotten to flirt. To play. To tease. She hadn’t understood how it could feel. In comparison, the scenes she did at the club felt more controlled, more sterile, even though they were enjoyable. The very spontaneity of leaving the club, starting the scene in the car, and now teasing him in the elevator was a whole new world for her.

The doors to the elevator opened.

“Move,” Master Asad growled, his hand smacking against her ass. Morgan jumped forward, giggling, the spot on her butt where he’d spanked her stinging deliciously.

More, more, more.

She could feel her swollen pussy between her legs, slippery and sensitive, pulsing with every step she took. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t really hurt her yet, she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. She still wanted the pain, but if he bent her over the bed the moment they got in the room, she wouldn’t have been disappointed.

What she really wanted was him inside her.

Master Asad fumbled with the door key, making her giggle again, and he gave her a dark glare. Covering her mouth with her hands, she blinked innocently at him and saw the side of his lips quirk up in amusement before he scowled again.

“You’re in so much trouble, Red. Now, get inside.”

Scampering through the door ahead of him, Morgan’s heart fluttered in her chest as she came to a stop in the middle of the room, unsure what to do next. The sound of the door shutting behind her had a finality to it that made her pussy clench. She couldn’t wait to find out what he was going to do next.

Chapter Eighteen

Asad

Well, he had her in the room. Now what?

He should have been formulating a plan on the way back to the hotel, but all of his attention had been taken up by concentrating on driving while playing with her pussy—and not allowing himself to be distracted watching her play with her breasts.

Doing things on the fly was not his norm, although apparently, it was for this week. Which was more enjoyable than he would have thought. Having a fake girlfriend came with some serious perks. Things he couldn’t do at the club because they were at the club. Since he never took his interactions outside the club, playing in the car or getting his cock fondled in an elevator was completely out of the question.

A week ago, he would have said none of that mattered to him. He liked his life the way it was—he liked his scenes the way they were, he didn’t need anything more—but he was really enjoying getting a taste of it. It was something to savor because next week it was going to be gone, which was fine.

Asad was all about seizing the moment. He would enjoy it while it lasted. And he’d use it in the club the next time he scened with Morgan there. After this week, he was going to be much more comfortable doing so with her than he would be with any of the other submissives.

Standing with her hands clasped in front of her, she stared at him with wide eyes, waiting to see what he wanted her to do. Her nipples were little pebbles pushing against her dress, her lips were slightly parted, and from the way she was standing, he could see that she was squeezing her thighs tightly together to put pressure on her pussy.

His dick was aching to be inside her, but since they’d just bought a bunch of toys, he didn’t want to disappoint her. What was the point of the purchase if he wasn’t going to use them? The fact he was more interested in fucking her than in scening with her was a little concerning.

Then again, going to the Outlands, then the drive home had been one massive tease. If he counted all of that as foreplay, he didn’t feel quite so disturbed by his impatience.

“Okay, naughty girl. Get undressed while I get these bags unpacked. Strip. Slowly.” That would get them started.

Sitting down in the chair, his gaze locked on Morgan, Asad pulled the bags onto his lap and started to unpack them one by one, pulling them out of their packaging and removing tags. Looking a little uncertain, Morgan reached behind her to unzip her dress. She was flexible enough to handle it on her own and doing so thrust her breasts forward in an enticing way.

Reaching up, she pulled one shoulder off, then the other, holding the fabric over her breasts until both her arms were free of the sleeves, then she let it drop. The bra she was wearing was a lacy forest green that made her skin glow in contrast, and when she shimmied the skirt over her hips, he could see that the underwear matched.

His dick throbbed in response.

“Very nice, baby. Now the bra.” He cracked open the packaging for the nipple clamps. Not because he was going to apply them immediately; the timing was just fortuitous.

Slipping off the straps first, she reached behind her to undo the clasp, and the bra dropped away, revealing her pert nipples.

“Touch yourself.”

He couldn’t remember ever requesting a strip tease of a sub, but on the other hand, he’d never had his hands full like this at the beginning of a scene. There was something intimate about it, but he tried not to let it bother him. This whole week with Morgan was different, more intimate than what he usually did, which was fine.

They both knew the score.

So, he might as well enjoy it while he could.