Page 49 of Masters of Control

“Yes, please, Sir,” she responded happily. A flogging sounded absolutely wonderful right now. She didn’t know how he’d twigged onto that she needed sensual kink tonight, but it was everything she was craving.

The fingers inside her slid away, leaving her empty, but only for a moment. Then something harder, thicker pressed against her hole and pushed in. Sam shuddered, clenching before she made herself relax as the slick plug was worked into her. Q was careful, moving it back and forth, fucking her with it the same way he had with his fingers.

Unlike his fingers, the plug was tapered, so it kept getting bigger and bigger the deeper it went, stretching her wider with every centimeter of insertion. She wasn’t sure what size plug he was using, but it sure as hell wasn’t the smallest. The aching strain of being stretched open was becoming painful, then finally he reached the thickest part.

Sam cried out as the plug slid inside her, panting for breath when the tight ring of her sphincter settled into the notch between the plug’s bulb and base. She let out a sigh of relief now that the hardest part was over and the plug was fully embedded inside her. The slight sting of having her hole forced wide open was already fading, only a faint ache left in its wake.

“Very pretty.” Q twisted the plug inside her and the slippery rubber slid against her muscles. Shuddering, Sam went up on her toes as the intense sensation ran through her, her body clenching in response, aching from the stimulation. “You look good bent over with a plug in your ass, with this pretty pink pussy wet and shiny for me.”

Fingers stroked through her creamy folds and Sam pushed back against them. She wanted to say something back, something as hot and filthy as what he was saying to her, but her mind had gone entirely blank.

“Now hold still while I flog you, gorgeous girl. I’m going to flog you until your ass is as pretty a pink as your pussy, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me.”

She wanted to whimper again. He was killing her with the dirty talk, her pussy clenching with need at the images he was painting in her mind.

Q

Picking up the soft leather flogger he’d chosen from the box, Q hefted it in his hands. The long strands were free flowing, without knots, it was a sensual whip meant more to caress than to sting. Dragging the supple strands down Sam’s back, he lightly slapped her ass with the flogger.

She sighed happily, lifting her hips, her body automatically asking for more. Q was happy to oblige.

Focusing his efforts on her creamy cheeks, he swung the flogger in a figure-eight, allowing him to hit the underside, topside, and center of her buttocks, depending on how he angled the whip. His cock throbbed against the front of his jeans, his body reacting to the sight of her submission, to the way she gave herself over to him, to the burgeoning color in her skin.

The flat base of the plug was nestled between her cheeks, bobbing up and down as her insides clenched and released. Beneath it, her pussy lips glistened, swollen and slick with her arousal.

Fucking gorgeous.

Letting the flogger fall over her skin, Q stepped forward to run his hand over her warmed bottom. It wasn’t hot yet, not by any means, but there was a bit of warmth emanating from the light pink skin.

“How are you doing, gorgeous girl? Give me a color.”

The clubs used a color system for safewords—Green meant go, Yellow meant slow down, and Red meant stop. He was pretty sure she was deep in Green territory but wanted to double check and not let her drift too far. As tired and tense as she was, when she relaxed with the flogger thudding against her skin, it would be very easy for the sensation to become hypnotic.

“Green, Sir.”

Every time she called him ‘sir,’ he swore the front of his pants got a bit tighter.

Giving her ass a pat with his hand, he stepped back and started flogging her again. The thuddy sound of the strands hitting her flesh was like rainfall. The color in her skin slowly turned from a blush to a dark pink under the steady assault.

When he paused and put his hand on her cheek, he could feel the heat against his palm. Sam moaned when he squeezed her tenderized flesh, bucking her hips against his touch.

“What do you think, pretty girl? Should I flog you some more or fuck you?” He would leave it up to her, though his cock was hard as a rock and hopeful for the latter. He wanted to give her what she needed, and if she needed to be flogged more, it would hardly hurt him.

They had time for either option.

Thankfully, her answer came quickly and happened to be what he was hoping for.

“Fuck me, please, Sir.” She’d lifted her head to say the words, glancing over her shoulder, to give him a pleading look.

“As you wish.”

Whether she got the Princess Bride quote, he couldn’t tell, but it didn’t really matter. Q quickly shucked his jeans and grabbed a condom from his nightstand, rolling it on over his erection.

As he stood behind her, he paused with his tip right at her pussy, running his hands over the soft flesh of her ass and enjoying the way she hissed and shuddered at his touch. The flogger had done its job well, sensitizing her skin so his touch felt twice as stimulating than it normally would.

“Oh, fuck,” she muttered into the bedding, her hands gripping his sheets as he squeezed her ass cheeks. Thrusting, he sank the first few inches of his cock inside her. Her body opening for him was sweet heaven, slick, wet, and ready, and the plug in her ass made for a tighter fit than normal.

Now it was Q’s turn to groan as he massaged her ass, pulling out slightly so he could thrust in even deeper. Sam’s body rippled beneath his, her hips lifting up to meet his thrust. When he slid all the way home, he could feel the heat from her ass warming his groin.