Page 28 of Masters of Control

“They are. I’m actually taking her out on a date tonight.”

All the guys lit up and congratulated him. Law and Asad reached over to give him a clap on the shoulder of encouragement. Q grinned, unable to keep the smile off his face.

“Now, for Q it’s definitely too early to be thinking of proposing,” Connor joked, pointing his finger at Q and making them all laugh.

“On the other hand, at our age, why bother spending a lot of time on someone you can’t see as a possibility to spend the rest of your life with?” Q caught the horrified expression on Asad’s face. “Assuming that a life partner is what you want.”

“We’re not that old,” Law complained.

“Especially if we act young.” Asad lifted his water glass in the air like he was toasting. “Long live the Persian Excursions.”

No one else lifted their glass.

“I am not toasting to that.” Connor shook his head. “That’s like making a toast to your dick.”

“My dick deserves to be toasted… wait, that came out wrong.” Asad frowned as they all cracked up again. “Toasted with champagne, not like, with a toaster. That is not the kind of fire play I’m into.”

Q laughed harder than ever, though one hand automatically cupped his crotch at the idea of sticking his dick in a toaster. Ouch.

11

Looking Good

Sam

Master Brian’s house was really nice. Damn. Maybe Sam should have tried to find a roommate instead of living in a studio, but she liked her privacy. She also hadn’t liked the idea of living with a stranger. Morgan had lucked out, needing a new place to live right when Brian needed a roommate. She bet he would be pretty easy to live with, even if he was a Dom. Though when she thought about living with him herself, she immediately rejected the notion. Nope.

Living with a roommate in college had sucked. Not because her roommate had, but because Sam had needed her own space to decompress and hang out. She never wanted to share a bedroom, much less a communal space, ever again until she was in a romantic relationship, and they agreed to live together.

Even then, she was probably going to want somewhere in the space to call her own.

“Wow, this room is huge.” Noelle looked around Morgan’s new bedroom, echoing Sam’s thoughts. Even though they’d brought Morgan’s bed, dresser, vanity, and all her boxes into the room, there was still a lot of space leftover. Morgan looked nervous but excited. “I need to find myself a Sugar Daddy.”

Sam bristled, but Morgan spoke before she could muster a response, and unlike Sam she didn’t appear bothered by Noelle’s assumption.

“Oh, no, Master Brian is a Daddy Dom, not a Sugar Daddy, totally different.” Morgan frowned, putting her hands on her hips and turning in a slow circle. “Though, now that I’m here, I do think he might be undercharging me for rent.”

“What’s the difference?” Noelle asked, sounding honestly confused, which helped unruffle Sam’s feathers. Noelle didn’t know and probably wasn’t the first person to be confused by the difference.

“Sugar daddies pay for everything and expect sexual favors in return... I think.” Morgan glanced at Sam, who shrugged. It wasn’t like she knew anything about sugar daddies, but as far as she knew, Morgan had it right. “Daddy Doms… well, sometimes they do age play, sometimes they just like to be called Daddy, but they all tend to be caregivers. Like service Doms, but in a slightly different way. It’s not really my kink.”

“Huh.” Noelle didn’t seem convinced. “So… he’ll still be charging you rent and stuff?”

“Yeah. I should probably get my vanity sent up first, so I can get back to earning money.” Morgan glanced at the boxes that had been set around that particular piece of furniture.

“What’s ASMR again exactly?” Noelle asked.

“Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response.”

“Brain tingles,” Sam added when Noelle blinked in confusion. “Things that you hear or see that makes your brain feel fuzzy and nice.”

“It’s not for everyone, but I like it and I’ve found I’m pretty good at it.” Morgan shrugged. “It’s something I don’t need a diploma for.”

“You didn’t graduate high school?” Noelle held up her hands when Sam shot her a look. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out sounding so judgmental. I was just surprised.”

“I’m not sure. I was home-schooled, and I thought I had but my mom wouldn’t give me any of the information I needed to prove it.” Morgan’s tone was matter of fact, making Noelle’s mouth drop open. She glanced at Sam who just shrugged. If Noelle was going to be around for a while, she was eventually going to hear the details of Morgan’s life. It would make a heck of a movie except that if it was a movie, people would probably complain that it was too far-fetched. “ASMR and makeup are two things I can do without needing a diploma.”

“She does amazing makeup,” Sam said.