Page 219 of Masters of Control

Her eyes lit up as if she’d just gotten an idea. She pushed her hands against his chest, though she wasn’t really trying to push away.

“Oh no, Asad, we can’t…”

“Shhh, you don’t want your fiancé to hear us.” Tightening his grip on her, enjoying her wriggling against him, he claimed her lips with a kiss, hushing her protests. She melted into it, kissing him back enthusiastically before trying to pull away again.

Why he’d hit on this role play idea, he didn’t know. Maybe it was because he couldn’t see himself getting married, but he had weddings on the brain. Role play was often about playing with taboos, like seducing a bride the night before her wedding. It wasn’t something he would ever do in real life because he would never want to hurt anyone like that or cause a breakup, but that didn’t mean he’d never thought about it. There was a challenge to it that was appealing, if it wasn’t for all the real-life repercussions.

Which made it the exact kind of situation role play was meant for.

“Asad!” She tore her lips away, pushing a little harder this time. The way she tilted herself made her lower body rub against his groin. Little tease. “I’m a virgin… my fiancé will know!”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I have a way around that.” Which had been part of why he’d suggested she be a virgin in this particular scenario. He wanted to use that butt plug, then fuck her sweet ass before this week was over. Running his hands down her back, he cupped her bottom to press her pussy more firmly against him. “Tomorrow, you’ll be his, but tonight, you’re mine.”

The words hit a little harder than he’d meant them to. Maybe that was why his brain had come up with this scenario. Tonight was the last night she was truly his.

She wouldn’t be completely untouchable when they got home, but it would be wildly different.

If the words affected her the same way they did him, it didn’t show in her face. She looked up at him with wide eyes, totally in character.

“I’ll still be a virgin?” she asked plaintively. “How?”

“Let me show you.” Pushing away all of his emotions to be dealt with later, he lowered his mouth to hers again and maneuvered them toward the bed, stripping off their clothes as they went. He moved her next to the nightstand where he’d stored all their toys before releasing her from the kiss and kneeling in front of her to pull off her underwear.

Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to the front of her pussy, where the lips parted, and slid his tongue into the cleft. Morgan gave a little shriek, falling back against the bed. Her thighs fell open a little farther, and Asad took full advantage. She wasn’t fully lying down. She was leaning against the bed, her legs parted, while he pushed his head between them.

“Oh, Asad!” She grabbed onto his head, her fingers tightening in his hair, probably partly to keep herself balanced and partly because he was tonguing her clit. His cock throbbed in response as she tugged on his hair, and he reached down to rub the thick shaft through his boxers.

It occurred to him that she was calling him by his name rather than ‘Sir’ or ‘Master Asad’ since they were role playing… and he liked it. For some reason, it made a difference he wouldn’t have expected.

Delving his tongue between the cleft one last time, he teased the sensitive nubbin there before pulling away and looking up at her.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not going to take your virginity. I just needed to taste it. Now, turn around so I can prepare you.” Getting to his feet, his hands on her hips, he helped her turn, so she was no longer facing him. He pushed her upper body down, bending her over the bed, her pert ass high in the air. “Stay there.”

Opening the nightstand drawer, he pulled out the lube and plug and grabbed the pussy whip for good measure. He could punish that ‘virgin’ pussy for not being accessible to him before he claimed her ass. Then he bent down and pulled out the Delran cane from under the bed. He wanted to send her home with a few welts to remember him by.

Why it felt important to leave his mark on her, he didn’t know, but he liked the idea. A little something to remember the week by, for a few days at least.

First things first, though. He needed to get her ass prepped. Putting the cane and rubber whip on the bed beside her, he opened the lube and spread it over his finger, placing it at her anus. Morgan whimpered, wriggling a little as he began to push his finger into the tight grip of her ass. Next to that tiny hole, the ribbed plug he was holding looked massive… but it was as thick as his cock, although not quite as long.

“Do you see now how I’ll leave your virginity for your fiancé but still have you for myself?” he asked, moving his finger inside her, pumping it back and forth like a small cock as he stretched her open.

Morgan

Why was this so arousing?

It wasn’t just that she liked anal sex. She did. Was it the role play? Or was it because her partner was Asad? Was it being able to say his name? She felt wicked every time she did so, even though she knew he would tell her not to if he didn’t like it. During role play, names were used unless a new rule had been established.

Hearing him say he was claiming her, pretending she had a fiancé waiting to take her virginity the next day, was far hotter than she would have expected. In her head, she didn’t love her fiancé. It was an arranged marriage, something she didn’t want but felt honor bound to respect… but she wasn’t married yet.

Tonight, she could have a final night with the man she truly loved and give him something she would never let her husband have.

Even though it was pure fiction, the wicked scenario was having an effect on her. She didn’t understand it, but she felt it.

“Yes, Asad. I’ll never let my fiancé have me there, I promise. It will be all yours.”

He groaned behind her and pushed a second finger into her bottom. Since she’d been all week without any kind of anal play, she could feel the stretch of her ring as it was pushed open, the burning friction sending waves of pleasure through her core. She pushed back, taking him deeper, lifting her bottom higher for him to do with as he pleased.

“Naughty girl,” he muttered, twisting his fingers as he thrust them in again, lighting up all her sensitive nerve endings. Then they were gone, and a moment later, something much harder, heavier, and colder was pushing inside her tight opening.