Page 37 of Masters of Control

Q

Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot. Maybe this was why he was a Switch and not a Dom—he didn’t find her words or demeanor at all bratty. They were a turn-on. Q loved seeing a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it… sometimes. Sometimes, he wanted to be the one to tie her up and tell her that she would take what he gave her. Right now, he wasn’t sure what he wanted and felt as though he could really go either direction, but the way Sam was looking at him was making him feel like she might want to be in charge.

Which… yeah, he was down for, yet he couldn’t help but push back.

Chuckling, he spun her around so he could back her toward the bed, re-engaging in their kiss but not until after he’d peeled her sweater up over her head. His suit jacket hit the floor next as she shoved it off his shoulders. They left a small trail of clothes between them and the bed.

It really was convenient having the bed in the main room.

Sam swiveled them around, so she could push him up against the bed. When she dropped to her knees in front of him as she yanked his pants down, Q decided it was probably the best idea he’d ever heard.

“Fuck.” Her fingers wrapped around his cock, sliding over the length of his shaft, and his hips rocked forward at the contact. Need pulsed through him, tightening his balls as his pleasure climbed. It took a bit of maneuvering to get his shoes off so she could finish taking his pants off, but it gave him the opportunity to get her turned around.

When he pushed her back against the bed, he lifted her slightly, enough to get her feet off the ground, so she was sitting on the bed instead of being trapped between it and his hip. She was still basically trapped, with her knees spread just enough to admit his body and her ass right on the edge.

“I feel like there’s a power imbalance here, with me completely naked and you still wearing too many clothes.” He’d gotten her down to her bra and underwear, but as far as he was concerned, that was still too much. He wanted her naked.

Sam leaned back, resting her weight on her hands, the position elongating her body and pushing her breasts up, the soft curves of her breasts resting against each other. Sliding his hands over them, he explored her pale, satiny skin while his gaze remained locked with hers.

Her lips curved up in a mischievous smile, and her hazel eyes twinkled with repressed mirth.

“Are you saying there’s a disturbance in the force?”

All movement ground to a halt as his brain assimilated the fact she’d just made a Star Wars pun during sex.

Fuck. If he hadn’t been turned on before… His dick throbbed as he leaned into her, pressing his length along the wet seam of her underwear, rubbing against her through the thin fabric. He didn’t know whether to crack up or just tip her back and fuck her hard.

“Disturbance isn’t the right word. More like protuberance.” That might have been the least sexy way to describe his dick, but he knew she’d appreciate it.

Sam cracked up, and Q had to grin as she shook her head. Her breasts shook as well, jiggling within their bra cups, and he took the opportunity to slide one hand behind her back and pop the clasp open. That got her attention, and she stopped laughing. Her lips made a small ‘o’ as the bra’s support disappeared.

“Holy crap!” Her hands went to her breasts.

“Uh-uh, pretty girl. Don’t you dare cover up.” Q tugged the straps of her bra down and off while she sighed and lifted her hands to let him. “I could spend all day playing with these pretty tits.”

Moaning when he touched her, Sam arched her back toward him as he filled his hands with the soft mounds in question, and her pebbled nipples rubbed against his thumbs.

“I might just let you,” she murmured.

Q smiled as he lowered his mouth to her skin. Moaning again, she leaned back and gave him full access to her body as his lips and tongue moved over her skin. He rocked his hips forward, rubbing his cock against her, feeling the wetness that had seeped through her underwear gliding along the underside.

It was impossible to tell who was in charge.

While her hands were on the bed rather than on him, one could argue that she was mostly immobilized, but in truth, she could reach up at any time. She was the one being pleasured. Caressed. Catered to. Q worshiped her with his mouth, his lips finding her nipple and sucking hard while his fingers toyed with its twin. She tasted delicious. Even more so when she moaned and shuddered at his touch, sending his own need soaring higher.

As much as he wanted to push her onto her back and slide into the welcoming haven of her body, he didn’t want to stop… he wanted to hear her beg him or order him to fuck her.

Sam

Whimpering as Q’s clever fingers pinched and tugged on her nipple, his teeth nibbling on the other, Sam squirmed against the hard ridge of his erection where it pressed against her pussy. Stupid underwear. Without it, she could have him inside her in a heartbeat… yet the tease was almost satisfying enough on its own.

Especially when she looked into his eyes and saw the heat burning there—the heat was singeing him, too.

When he straightened, his lips left her breast to be replaced by his hand. Caressing. Stroking. Pinching. The hot sting of pain interspersed with the pleasure made her pussy pulse, clenching in need. She loved having her nipples pinched, tugged, played with. The sensitive nubs were on fire from Q’s handling. Her breasts ached, feeling heavy and swollen with arousal. He squeezed them hard enough to make her whimper, the soft flesh spilling out between his fingers.

“These would look so pretty with some clamps on them,” he said, pinching her nipples again. Clearly, he’d noticed how much she’d enjoyed the sensation.

Opening her eyes, Sam smiled.