Page 236 of Masters of Control

“Um, yes.”

“He didn’t use a condom?” Marissa and Carolyn chorused in the exact same tone at the exact same time.

This was getting almost farcical.

“No. I think he forgot.” She said the words but wasn’t sure she believed them. Master Asad never forgot a condom—with anyone. On the other hand, the only other option was that he’d chosen not to wear one. She wasn’t sure she could believe that, either.

He knew she was on birth control, but still. He was practically infamous for wearing a condom, no matter what. So, if he hadn’t… what did it mean? She didn’t think it meant he was ready to have a baby with her or anything. Maybe that he trusted her?

“You think Master Asad forgot a condom?” Noelle’s voice dripped with disbelief. Okay, so she wasn’t the only one to find that highly unlikely.

“I don’t know what he was thinking. It all just kind of happened.” She ducked into one of the stalls to clean herself up before putting on her clothes. She didn’t think Master Asad would expect her to walk around with his cum dripping down her leg, and he hadn’t told her not to… She didn’t know if she could talk to her friends, much less the other Doms, while feeling confident if it was still there.

“So, what is going on with you two?” Amy asked through the door.

Sighing, Morgan came back out, holding her corset so someone could help her get back into it while she told them. Not just about tonight but about everything. The rules that the Doms had laid down for her and Asad—the fact that they’d ignored him. The way she’d missed him this past week. How seeing him talking to Cassidy had made her feel.

His confession that he didn’t want her scening with anyone else, either.

“Wow, coming from Master Asad, that’s practically a confession of love,” Sam joked.

“Aren’t you worried this is all happening a little fast?” Noelle asked, frowning at Sam before focusing on Morgan. “Just two weeks ago he’s the Persian Excursion. You spend one week with each other in a fake relationship, and now all of a sudden, he wants to be your boyfriend?”

“Should I be worried?” Morgan looked around. She hadn’t been worried—at least not about how Asad felt about her—until Noelle brought it up. It wasn’t as though she had a lot of experience with relationships. Maybe it was too fast, but he’d seemed to think it was okay.

“He interrupted your scene with Master Connor, had sex without a condom, said he doesn’t want you scening with anyone else, and is now facing down the other Doms to explain that you two are dating,” Amy said, patting Morgan’s shoulder. “Even if it’s fast, I think it’s pretty safe to say he’s serious. He wouldn’t be doing any of that if he wasn’t. Not everyone moves as slowly as Jeremy and I have.”

“You’re right. I just don’t want Morgan getting hurt,” Noelle said, dropping her hands from where they’d been planted on her hips. “He just doesn’t seem like the relationship kind of guy.”

He hadn’t. At least, not until last week.

“He was a really good fake boyfriend,” she said, reaching into her corset to lift her boobs up a little as Sam tightened the laces. The corset was specially made for women with large breasts, but it could still flatten them if she didn’t lift them higher than they normally sat.

“Well, if he was a good fake boyfriend in front of his family, it probably means he’ll be a pretty good boyfriend, at least to start,” Marissa said. She was sitting on one of the benches, listening intently with a small smile of amusement on her face. “Whether or not he’ll be able to keep it up… who knows. Nothing wrong with jumping in to find out, though.”

“The Persian Excursion is closing for business,” Carolyn said thoughtfully. “Who would have guessed?”

“It’s the magic vagina,” Sam said with a smirk. They all looked at her, and Noelle frowned, looking around in confusion.

“What’s the magic vagina?”

Asad

Following Patrick to the main office, Asad tried to feel like he wasn’t walking into a trial or something. It did help that Connor was with him, and Law and Q joined the little march as it passed by them. When they got to the office, they stood on the side of the desk with him, while Patrick, Brian, Kincaid, Andrew, Adam, and Jared went on the other.

It felt almost farcical as he sat down in the chair across from Patrick, the two groups of Doms arrayed behind them like they were crime bosses with their men. Maybe he should stand up and start snapping and dancing.

“So… you and Morgan. I’m guessing you didn’t follow the rules last week.” Patrick pinned Asad to the chair with his gaze, his expression stern. Behind him, the other Doms reacted in various ways. Andrew smirked before covering his mouth and trying to look more serious again. Brian closed his eyes and looked like he was silently counting to ten.

“That’s none of your business. Morgan gets to make her own decisions about her life, and she doesn’t have to share them with anyone she doesn’t want to.” He leveled his own look at Patrick before flicking his glance up to the Doms behind him.

His statement didn’t seem to have much effect on the stoic Adam, but Brian didn’t meet his gaze, and Jared appeared thoughtful now rather than glaring. Kincaid actually nodded in agreement with Asad, and he felt himself marginally relax.

“You’re right. On both counts. On the other hand, you did agree to the rules before you left, and you broke that agreement, which was your decision and not Morgan’s.” Patrick lifted his eyebrows, the scar that ran through one of them making his expression even more intimidating.

“It was a bad rule. It kept me from empowering her to make her own decisions.” He really had intended to keep it, but what Morgan needed trumped what Patrick or anyone else wanted, and he wasn’t going to apologize for that.

Before anyone could say anything else, the door to the office opened and Mistresses Olivia and Julie breezed in, Lexie trotting on their heels. The two Dominatrixes shifted to the side as they came in the door to let Lexie in, but they didn’t move to one side of Patrick’s desk or the other. Instead, they stayed off to the side, right next to the door. Mistress Olivia leaned against the filing cabinet there, and Mistress Julie smiled as she stood next to her.