Page 40 of Masters of Control

“I suppose it doesn’t.” She wriggled atop him, grinding on him as she ripped open the condom wrapper. “But I’m the one in charge right now. When you’re on top, you can do things your way.”

Q bit his lip against telling her he was perfectly happy with doing things her way, considering the direction she was going. She knew her limits better than he did, had taken more of the classes, and knew the dangers of leaving clamps on for too long. If she felt she was still in the safe zone, he wouldn’t try to convince her otherwise.

Especially during a moment like this when she really was the boss.

Shifting back a little more, Sam placed the condom on the tip of his cock and rolled it down. Feeling her fingers brushing against his shaft, Q groaned and thrust his hips, helping her push the rubber over his length.

When she reached the base, Sam wrapped her fingers around the root of his cock and tilted it toward her pussy. Q tried to push upward again, his body straining toward hers, but she was holding him in place. He had to wait as she ran the tip of his cock up and down the folds of her pussy, teasing him, before finally sinking down on him. The wet heat of her pussy wrapped around him, the muscles clenching, then releasing, massaging his cock as she took him in.

He tugged uselessly at the cuffs again, his body demanding to be free to touch her, to hold her, to tease her the way she was teasing him… but he couldn’t. There was nothing he could do except lie back and let her have her way with him.

It was fucking hot as hell.

Sam

Fuck.

Q was big. Thick enough her fingers barely touched and long enough she was a little worried he might be too big as she sank down atop him. Granted, being on top also made her a little tighter than usual, her muscles tensing as she lowered herself, no matter how wet and ready she was.

Her nipples throbbed in the tight confines of the clamps. They would need to come off very soon, but she’d wanted to establish that she was currently in charge. Plus, she liked the feeling of the chain swaying, tugging gently on the tortured buds, while she worked herself up and down on Q’s cock, taking him a little deeper with every stroke.

She moaned and shuddered, her muscles clenching around him as she sank onto him until her swollen pussy lips and clit finally rested against his groin. It was though she could barely take a breath as her body adjusted. Squirming, she rubbed her sensitive folds and nub on his body, making him groan and jerk inside her.

Reaching up to her breasts, she opened the clamps and whimpered as the blood rushed into the crushed nubs. Leaning forward, she let her breasts hang down over Q’s face, shifting the angle so her nipple reached his lips. Immediately, he opened and sucked the tortured bud into his mouth, his tongue laving over its throbbing surface as it plumped. The warm heat of his mouth helped soothe some of the sting.

Sam rocked her hips, rubbing herself against him, squeezing his cock, before pulling her nipple free and offering him the other one. When she glanced down, his gaze met hers, hot and full of need. He gave her nipple a final suck before releasing it.

“Fuck me, Sam,” he ordered.

This time, she didn’t protest his bossiness. She was too aroused. Too needy. And she enjoyed hearing him boss her around, even liked that he was restrained, and she was on top when he did it. The exchange of power flowing back and forth between them was ticking all of her boxes.

Pressing her hands to his chest, her thigh muscles flexed, and she rose and fell atop him. Pleasure spiraled through her, the friction of his cock moving inside her pulsing hot waves of need across her body.

“Fuck.” That was no order. It was a hoarse exclamation of passion as Q arched beneath her, his hips thrusting up to meet her fall, filling her over and over again while she rode him.

Leaning forward, she let her oversensitized nipples brush against his chest, the coarse hairs abrading the tiny buds. The change in position pressed her clit more firmly against his pubic bone, so she rubbed against him every time she fell, grinding her most sensitive bits on his body. Each new sensation piled atop the previous one, tightening her muscles, pushing her closer and closer to climax.

The sound of metal against wood preceded the creaking of the bed as Q strained beneath her, his groans of pleasure nearly drowning out the other sounds. Sam pushed down against him, her nipples pressed to his chest, her hips moving as she worked herself back and forth on his cock, rubbing herself against him… using him for her pleasure.

He cried out, his voice filling her ears, as he thrust upward. She could feel him pulsing inside her, even as her body throbbed around him. Ecstasy spiraled out of control, bursting inside her and swamping her senses with pure erotic bliss until she collapsed atop him, replete and humming with satisfaction.

16

Morning After

Q

The sound of a door closing woke Q. It took him a moment to realize the door was out in the hall because he was in an apartment building and not at home. Not just any apartment building—Sam’s apartment building. After she’d uncuffed him, he’d taken care of the condom before getting back into bed to cuddle with her. He’d meant it to be just that, some cuddling before he left, but at some point, when they’d been murmuring to each other, he’d fallen asleep instead.

Now, he was wrapped around a soft, warm woman with one hand on her breast and his cock nestled against her ass, and he was hard as a rock. This was a hell of a lot better than waking up at home alone.

Pressing a kiss to the back of Sam’s neck, he squeezed her breast again, and she murmured sleepily and incoherently. Chuckling, Q gently rubbed his fingers over her hard nipple, and she moaned, pushing her ass back against him and making his cock throb.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he whispered, dropping more kisses along her shoulder as he fondled her breast. She sucked in a deep breath, her ass rubbing against the length of his cock as she squirmed.

“Well, good morning to you too… ouch.” He’d plucked her nipple, gently but apparently, they were still sore from the clamp’s last night.

Chuckling, Q shifted so he could roll her onto her back, then went up on his knees between her legs. Sam blinked sleepily up at him. Her blonde hair was spread out across the pillow, and mascara circled under her eyes. He loved getting to see her like this. There was an intimacy to seeing a woman first thing in the morning, makeup remnants on her face, hair unbrushed… She was showing him a part of her not everyone got to see. A vulnerable part, at that.