Page 210 of Masters of Control

Morgan let out a happy sigh as she ran her hands over her breasts, cupping and fondling them, then moaned when she pinched her nipples. The little buds were crushed between her fingers. Asad suspected she hadn’t been able to get the stimulation she’d wanted when she was playing with them in the car. But he didn’t want her enjoying herself too much while he was still getting the toys out. That didn’t seem fair.

“Now, the panties,” he ordered. Morgan pouted at him, and for a moment, he thought she might actually disobey, but then her hands moved, gliding over her stomach. She hooked her fingers through the waistband and pulled them down.

The little tease bent forward at the waist. If anyone had been sitting on the bed, they would have gotten a fantastic view of her pussy. All Asad got to see was the top of her head. Something she’d done purposefully, he realized, when she straightened back up, and he saw the mischievous expression on her face—she glanced at him nervously, but he wasn’t upset. He enjoyed ‘bratty’ Morgan. It was more like ‘playful’ Morgan, but he had a feeling she was trying to be bratty. Testing the boundaries, as it were.

The packages were all open now, all the toys at his disposal. He wanted to clean the vibe and plug before he used them on her, but that still left him with plenty of options.

“Very pretty, Red, but I think your nipples could use some decoration. Come here.” Her eyes lit up at his words, and she came forward eagerly. She’d seen the clamps he’d chosen.

Clover clamps could be nasty little things. They tightened when they were tugged on, and they were Morgan’s favorite. Asad liked them a lot, too, though they meant keeping an eye out to make sure they didn’t stay on too long. He wanted them to hurt, not harm.

Still sitting in the chair, he reached up to cup her breast. With the way she’d been pinching and tugging on her nipple, there was no need to stimulate the little bud to further hardness. He applied the clamp, enjoying the way she went up on her toes for a moment, closing her eyes as the tight grip of the clamp bit into her sensitive flesh. A thin chain hung between the clamps, dangling against her stomach as he fastened the second.

Eyes still closed, lips parted, Morgan panted for breath as her body adjusted to the crushing pinch of the clamps. When her eyes opened and she looked down at him, they were practically glowing with her need. Asad smiled.

Morgan

The clamps gave her poor nipples all the pressure they’d been aching for and then some. It hurt, it always hurt, but it felt so good, too, the pain going straight to her pussy which was already dripping. If she could just rub her thighs together, her clit was so swollen and slippery, she’d probably be able to get herself off with just that…

As if he could hear her thoughts, Master Asad’s gaze sharpened.

“Spread your legs, baby. I want to see that pretty pussy.” Not like he didn’t have a good view already since he was sitting in front of her. Her pussy was basically at eye level. She obeyed, spreading her legs, since she knew seeing it wasn’t the point. When he ran his hand up her inner thigh, her hips canted forward, and her hands fluttered in the air as she tried to keep her balance. “Hold on to my shoulders, Red. You don’t need to tip over.”

Relieved, Morgan rested her hands on his shoulders, shuddering and moaning as his fingers found her pussy again. This angle was much easier for him to toy with her body, and his finger slid inside her, pumping and twisting and setting her nerve endings ablaze with hot need.

“Oh!” She rocked on her feet, able to do so since he was letting her hold on to him. His thumb rubbed against her clit, and she felt her knees buckle. “Oh… please…”

The unsteady position made her feel like she might fall over if it wasn’t for his fingers in her pussy, and she shuddered, her muscles clamping down around him. She was already so aroused, she was on the cusp of climax.

“Come for me, Red. Come all over my fingers.”

That command was all she needed to push her over the edge. She cried out, her muscles clenching around him, fingers digging into his shoulders, as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her head tipped back, and she cried out, shuddering, her knees buckling. A strong arm wrapped around her, helping her stay on her feet as the hot ecstasy filled her and retreated, leaving her floaty and quivering.

“Good girl.”

Morgan moaned again. She felt Master Asad getting to his feet, his clothing sliding against her bare body, his fingers slipping away from her pussy. Her hands slid from his shoulders down to his chest, resting against the muscles, and she could feel his heart beating fast beneath her palms. The scent of feminine arousal filled her nose as his fingers pressed against her lips, and she opened them obediently. Licking and sucking, she cleaned his fingers, raising her gaze to his as she did so.

With his arm still around her, helping to keep her upright, he held her close, watching as she licked her cream from his digits. She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against him, as she twisted her head to get every last drop. The sweet-salt flavor was faintly citrusy and not unpleasant. Her confined nipples throbbed as they were caught between her body and his, adding to both her pain and pleasure. In the wake of her orgasm, the sensation was almost too much, yet she loved it.

As soon as his fingers were clean, Master Asad dropped his hand and claimed her lips for a kiss, tasting her on her lips. His tongue delved into her mouth, dancing with hers, and she moaned, opening for him and letting him take over. The kiss deepened, as though he was trying to lick the taste of her from her mouth. Morgan shuddered as his hands ran over her body. She was hyper-sensitive post orgasm, and now that her arousal had been satisfied, the sensations were much starker.

Lifting his head, Master Asad smiled down at her, a cruel glint in his eye that stirred her belly.

“Now, it’s time for your punishment, Red.”

Morgan blinked. She’d forgotten that he’d promised a punishment. She’d been too preoccupied with what he was doing to her in the moment to spare a thought for the future. Now that she’d had her orgasm, her senses were no longer dulled by her desire… and it was going to hurt so much more.

Devious sadist.

Releasing her, Master Asad placed his hands on her hips to maneuver her, stepping around her and turning her at the same time. Now he had a lot more room to move around her, and she was trapped between him and the chair he’d been sitting in. Not that she minded. The feeling of being confined by him was comforting.

“These look very nice,” he said, reaching up to tug on the chain between her clamps.

Morgan yelped as the tug on her sore nipples flashed through her, the clamps tightening from the pull. That was the best and worst part about clover clamps—every time her nipples got used to the pressure, it could be increased, and she’d feel it all over again with a sharper and sharper bite.

Master Asad grinned wickedly. “Very nice.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Compliments were always appreciated.