Page 48 of Masters of Control

Getting naked was no hardship. Sam peeled herself out of her clothes eagerly, though she kind of wished Q was there to help her… but he was getting something from the closet. The mystery as much as the anticipation aroused her. She knew something was going to happen, but she didn’t know what, and both her mind and her heart were racing as she waited to find out.

Bending over the bed, Sam propped herself up on her forearms, turning her head to watch for Q’s return. The mattress felt comfortable, even if the comforter wasn’t very inspired. Either Q really liked beige and browns, or he just didn’t know what else to do for design.

She really wanted to bring some color into the space… but that was getting ahead of herself. Even if he had mentioned the house needing someone to help it.

Feeling her nipples rub against the soft comforter, she let herself sink into the sensation, veering away from the pesky thoughts threatening her equilibrium. She didn’t want to think about the differences in their living situations and their finances. Didn’t want to think about how she had to get up so damn early to go to work tomorrow, only to return to her studio apartment.

Nope.

She wanted to lose herself in the push and pull of erotic power play and the sensations of her body.

Q appeared in the doorway of his closet, backlit by the light behind him, holding a box in his hands. It didn’t appear to be very heavy, and it wasn’t a huge box, but it was big enough to hold all manner of things. He turned off the light in the closet, allowing her to see his expression again, and he smiled.

“Good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted to see.”

Heady pleasure rushed through her at his words, the sensation a balm on her overactive brain. This was one of the things she really loved about scening—the way her brain finally went quiet as she focused on everything else.

Going to her side, Q set the box on the bed, and Sam lifted her head, trying to see over the edge to what was inside. Chuckling, Q gave her butt a little slap, making her squeal. It stung, though not too badly, and her insides clenched eagerly in reaction.

“Head down on the bed, gorgeous girl, and close your eyes.”

Grr. Sighing heavily, Sam did as she was told, and was immediately rewarded with Q’s warm palm rubbing over her buttock, right where he’d spanked her. The caress felt good, and she shivered. With her head down, more of her breasts were pressed against the mattress, taking away some of the stimulation for her nipples, but it didn’t matter that much. They were still a little sore after the weekend, although she didn’t notice most of the time. Now that she was here, she hoped if Q had clamps in the box, they were mild ones.

Two hands began to massage her buttocks, and Sam moaned, lifting her hips in encouragement. It was both relaxing and sexual as he squeezed and kneaded her flesh. She could feel tension slowly sliding away as she sank into her submission, giving herself over to the sensations and to Q’s desires.

He would tell her what he wanted her to do, and until he did, all she had to do was remain in place and enjoy what he was doing to her.

Which, so far, was extremely enjoyable.

Q’s fingers were magic.

She moaned as he pulled her cheeks apart, the tips of his fingers brushing over her swollen pussy lips and the sensitive crease of her ass. His touch disappeared, and she heard the sound of him rustling in the box. Keeping her eyes closed was difficult but made a little easier by how relaxed she was.

Be a good girl, and keep your eyes closed.

She wanted to know where he was going with this, but opening her eyes would mean she was being naughty and he might change what he was going to do. So far, he seemed more focused on sensual kink, and honestly, that was exactly what she needed tonight, even though she hadn’t realized it until he’d gotten started.

“You’re being very good, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he asked, amusement threaded through his voice. One of his hands gripped her cheek again, holding it firmly but not hard enough to hurt, even when he squeezed a little tighter.

“Yes, Sir.” She moaned as his thumb brushed over her anus, teasing the nerve endings there. Was that a hint of what was going to happen next?

Trepidation and excitement rose in equal measure.

She didn’t have a lot of experience with anal, and as she’d discovered, Q was big. A lot of Doms around the clubs were big into butt stuff though, and she wasn’t against it… she just wasn’t very used to it. Not to mention it felt very intimate.

There was a little voice in her head that said only bad girls did butt stuff.

Sam wanted to be a good girl, but she also wanted to make Q happy. So, good girls did butt stuff to please their Dom… even though it felt ‘bad.’ The whole thing about it feeling ‘bad’ and ‘wrong’ emotionally, while feeling so good physically turned her on.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Q’s thumb pressed more firmly, then pulled away again. Sam moaned as she felt another of his fingers returned, this one slick with lube, and pressed against her hole. It circled and pressed in, opening her. Sam panted as his finger dipped into her most intimate place.

The feeling of being slightly scandalized accompanied the sensation of him sliding deeper, making her feel excessively naughty, even as her body responded with pure heat. Sam moaned again as he pulled back, then pushed a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch made her body ache. Letting him touch her in such a perverse and exhilarating manner made her nerves hum and her pussy clench emptily, as if jealous of the attention.

His fingers moved in and out of her, loosening the tight ring around her entrance. Whimpering, she lifted her hips to meet the thrusts of his digits.

“You are taking my fingers so nicely, gorgeous girl. Now I’m going to plug this pretty ass, then I’m going to flog it.” His fingers worked firmly as he spoke.

Her toes curled while she gripped the sheets, her body blossoming with sensation as he fucked her ass with his fingers. Her brain was all fuzzy and hazy, everything but what he was doing to her melting away.