Page 47 of Masters of Control

Unfortunately, he was at about the halfway point between cleanings, which meant he hadn’t started picking up stuff yet. He hadn’t thought about it until Sam was actually here. Maybe because he was used to it, but now that she was at his side, he was imagining how she was seeing things.

He also noticed all the stuff he hadn’t liked about the house when he’d first moved in and had meant to change, eventually, but had never actually gotten around to. Like the linoleum floor in the kitchen, the dark beige carpet on the rest of the first floor, and the light beige color on the walls.

Everything in the house was very beige.

The kitchen lights needed an update, too. So did the bathrooms, for that matter. He was pretty sure all of them were original to the house, which was over thirty years old. Hell, the house was a few years older than he was.

And the only reason he cared now was because he cared a lot more about what Sam thought than he’d realized.

Would have been good to realize that before inviting her over. I could have at least cleaned up a little.

Thankfully, if she noticed anything, she was too polite to say so.

“And this is the master,” he said, pushing open the door and letting her in. At least he only had a normal amount of clutter and no weird smells coming from the bathroom.

“It’s huge.” She gave a small sigh full of envy, and Q was assailed with a new set of doubts. He’d wanted to show off his house to her, even if it was a little messy, because he knew it was a great ‘project house.’ He’d thought she’d appreciate that, but he hadn’t thought about the difference between their homes.

Did she think he was showing off in a bad way? Did she feel like he was rubbing it in her face?

Suddenly, he was second guessing literally everything.

Then she turned to him, smiling.

“Since it’s the master bedroom, does that mean you’re always going to be in charge? Or can it be a mistress bedroom, too?” Good humor sparkled in her eyes, and Q relaxed.

“It can be whatever you want it to be.”

“I think…” She let the moment draw out, making him wait for it. “I think I would like to let go and not be in charge for a bit.”

Despite the fact he’d been in class for submission less than half an hour ago, hearing her say that triggered an electric response in his brain. He went from feeling like he could go either way, straight into Dom mode. Sam needed him to take charge. That’s what she wanted, that’s what she was requesting, and he immediately responded.

“Then it sounds like this is the master bedroom tonight,” he said, pulling her to him. Holding her hand, he reached up with the other to cradle her face, the tips of his fingers sliding into her hair. The heels she was wearing put her just below his height, so she only had to tip her lips back a little to be in the perfect position for his kiss.

“I can’t stay the night,” she said a little breathlessly. “I have to be up really early in the morning.”

“Noted. Thank you for telling me.” It wouldn’t change too much of what he wanted to do with her, but he would be mindful of the timeline and how much energy he took out of her.

Lowering his lips to hers, he took them in a gentle kiss. He felt her tense just before their lips met, then she slowly relaxed. She leaned against him with her hands on his chest as his fingers slipped back into her hair. Feeling the tense muscles in her neck, he massaged them as he deepened the kiss, taking the time to taste her, savor her.

Cherish her.

Sam moaned against his lips. She didn’t quite go limp, but her body softened, her posture becoming more supple, and more of her weight leaned on him as he stroked her muscles. Yeah, his pretty girl needed some rest and relaxation.

Sometimes, it was fun to let go of control, but sometimes, people who were the most controlling outside of the bedroom needed the break. He wouldn’t be surprised if Sam was feeling that right now. Feeling her relax for him was nearly as satisfying as knowing she was aroused.

Lifting his head, he smiled at her.

“Good girl.” She melted a little more, her eyes already a bit hazy with arousal and submission. She was looking at him expectantly, ready to follow wherever he was going to lead her. “I want you to undress. I’m going to get something from my closet, when I get back, I want you totally naked and bent over my bed. Can you do that, gorgeous?”

Her eyes lit up, as though he’d turned on a lightbulb inside her. This was exactly what she wanted. Needed. And Q was going to provide it for her.

“Yes, Sir.”

19

Naked Time

Sam