Page 38 of Masters of Control

“Funny you should say that,” she murmured, tilting her head to the nightstand next to her bed, shooting a significant glance in its direction.

“Is that an invitation to search your toy drawer?” Releasing her breasts, he reached for it before she’d even answered. He paused, fingers waiting on the knob, and looked at her, waiting for her consent.

“Yes.”

Body humming with anticipation, she watched him open the drawer, and smiled. There wasn’t a ton in her toy drawer, but there was more than there used to be. The nipple clamps, butt plug, lube, and leather cuffs were all added after she’d started taking the introduction class at Marquis. The vibrator and condoms were from before that. The cuffs had never been used since she wasn’t going to cuff herself just to masturbate and risk not being able to get out. The condoms… well, she hadn’t used any of those in a while, either. Something she was thrilled was about to change.

“Well, well, well,” Q said, holding up the cuffs and turning his head back to look at her with a wicked glint in his eyes.

Truthfully, Sam didn’t feel like being helpless tonight. She wanted to be more active. And she knew how to spot a good bargain. Q wanted to put the clamps on her nipples, which sounded good to her, but…

“I’ll let you clamp my nipples if you let me cuff you to my bed,” she purred.

15

A Bargain is Made

Sam

She wasn’t sure how Q would react to the offer of being restrained in exchange for clamping her nipples, but his expression lit up with interest. His lips spread in a slow, seductive smile, and he nodded.

A trade for a trade.

Who would really be in control? She wasn’t sure. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure it mattered. One of the things that had been drummed into her head during the classes was there was no one right way to kink. Everyone had to work out what worked for them.

Maybe with her and Q there wouldn’t always need to be a clear person in charge. There were times when she would probably want him to be and times when she would want to be. Right now, she wasn’t feeling the push to dominate strongly enough to reject the clamps.

Especially if she got to cuff him and play with him after.

Dropping the cuffs on the bed, Q picked up the nipple clamps. They were a standard pair with rubber tips, a little screw on each that made them adjustable, and a chain dangling between them. Sam kept them on the tightest setting now, though at the beginning she’d found it too painful.

Now, she liked the painful grip of a tight squeeze, enhancing her pleasure by the contrast. Her nipples tingled at the sight of them, a physiological response from knowing exactly how it was going to feel.

“Offer your breasts to me, pretty girl,” Q said, moving to stand between her knees again. The edges of his lips were still curved into a smile, but his expression had turned more serious, more intense, his gaze hot with lust.

Heat surged through her, washing over her, and Sam straightened, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward. Her hands cupped the soft mounds, lifting them.

“Yes, Sir,” she said cheekily, even as she obeyed. Q chuckled, apparently amused by her sassy tone.

“Good girl.”

Heat flushed through her and she would have pressed her legs together if he hadn’t been between them. Moaning, Sam closed her eyes as he rubbed his thumb over her right nipple, teasing the little bud to further hardness.

Then the rubber tip of the clamp closed around it, and she hissed with the sharp prick of pain that stabbed through her breast. Somehow having clamps put on her was very different from putting them on herself. It wasn’t that it hurt more, exactly, but the lack of control made it less predictable.

The cold metal of the chain bounced against her stomach as Q moved to her other breast, rubbing his thumb over that nipple before applying the clamp. The twin points of pain throbbed on her breasts as her tightly compressed nipples protested the treatment, even as her pussy creamed. The dichotomy of erotic pain—it hurt so good.

“Just as pretty as I thought it would be,” Q murmured, brushing his fingers over the tips of her nipples where they protruded from the clamps.

They were even more sensitive with the clamps on. Gasping, she shuddered and let her head fall back as the sensations went through her. Q tugged on the chain, tormenting her with the pleasure-pain, and making her want to writhe.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. She dropped her hands away from her breasts, letting them fall. The slight bounce made the chain jiggle and tug on her nipples, though with much lighter force than when Q had been pulling.

Lifting her gaze to his, she grinned.

“My turn.”

Q