Page 5 of Masters of Control

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Mistress Samantha

Sam

In hindsight, saving Q for last might not have been the best tactic. By the time she got to him, her anxiety had wound tighter and tighter with each ‘practice’ session with a different sub. It might have been better to rip the Band-Aid off, so to speak, and get him over with first.

Too late now.

She kept her practiced smile on her face as she sat down across from him. Did her expression feel a little tighter than it had for anyone else? Yes. Not that she would admit to it.

He’s just another sub. He’s just another sub. He’s just another sub.

Except he was looking at her with heat in his eyes that none of the other subs had. His eyes weren’t on her face, they were on her breasts. Sam felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she blushed.

Dammit.

He wasn’t supposed to be looking at her like that.

It was much easier to deal with him when they were operating on the hostility left over from high school. When he was looking at her like he actually wanted her…

Crap. It wasn’t just her cheeks that were heating.

“Hello, I’m Mistress Samantha,” she said, crossing one leg over the other. She realized, about halfway through the evening, being called Samantha made her feel a little more like an actual Domme, more formal. Speaking had the fortunate side effect of drawing his attention back up to her face, which she hoped he wouldn’t realize was a little flushed. If he was disconcerted at being caught staring at her boobs, he didn’t show it.

“I’m Q, Mistress Samantha.” The charming smile that flashed across his lips was enough to make her blush a little more. “It’s nice to meet you.”

It had been that smile that had first attracted her in high school.

Clearing her throat, Sam adjusted the clipboard on her lap to give her something to do with her hands. This felt a bit like sexy stranger role play except she wasn’t sure she wanted to find Q sexy. From his reaction to her appearance in the Dominance class a few months ago, she’d assumed he’d lost any interest in her. Actually, he’d been pretty hostile.

Then the prank war had started.

Mistress Julie had checked in to make sure she’d be okay being paired with Q for this class while he learned how to be a submissive.

‘Okay’ wasn’t exactly the right word, but she hadn’t wanted to back down, hadn’t wanted him to feel as if he’d scared her off.

She probably owed him an apology from high school, which she hadn’t cared about giving him when they’d first run into each other at Marquis because he’d been such a jerk. Or while they were messing with each other… but now that he was looking at her like this, she was uncomfortably aware of their past. He looked a bit too much like when he’d asked her to prom.

They had limited time right now, and it was more important to go over his sheet and limits than anyone else’s since they already knew they’d be paired together. That’s what she told herself.

Chicken.

Yup. Bwok, bwok, that was her. She had a first-place ribbon in avoidance.

“Is there anything on your ‘want to try’ list you’re most interested in?” She got right down to business rather than trying to start an awkward conversation.

“Not really.” Q leaned back in his chair, watching her closely. “I’ll admit, I am more interested in the domination part than any particular toy or implement. Being spanked didn’t do much for me when I had to try it during the Dom class. I liked being bossed around by a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.”

His grin flashed again, and Sam did her best to ignore the impulse to squeeze her thighs together.

“Do you have any particular objection to being spanked? Or whipped?” She was curious since he hadn’t put either under a soft limit.

“No objection, though I’m definitely not a masochist. I’m more of a hedonist.”

Interesting. Personally, Sam liked a bit of pain with her pleasure, but she could work with that. During the class, they’d go over a lot of the things Q professed he didn’t have much interest in. That could be good practice for her since he would probably have a pretty low limit on what was pleasurable or arousing for him.

She looked down at the clipboard again, even though she didn’t really need to. She practically had his limits list memorized.