Page 50 of Masters of Control

Fuck that was hot.

He loved knowing he’d done that to her.

Looking down at her pink ass, the hot curves bright against his hands and cock, he watched as he slid out of her, then rammed back in, making both of them cry out. Moving his hands, he cupped them around her hips, using her curves as leverage to fuck her harder.

Unlike the flogging, he didn’t intend this to be slow or gentle.

He was going to do exactly what he’d promised—fuck her until she screamed.

Sam

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

The switch from the gentle caress of the flogger to Q’s rough hands gripping her hips, his cock pounding relentlessly into her from behind, had her senses rioting. With him pinning her in place, she couldn’t do anything but cry out, whimper, and clench as he fucked her at his desired pace. The hard thrusts of his cock rasped along her senses and sent her passion soaring.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”

Oh, fuck.

Hot need pulsed through her body as Q spoke, his words coming from between clenched teeth, timed with the thrusts that were rocking her body.

“You’re so fucking wet and hot around my cock. I can feel you squeezing every inch of me.”

Sam whimpered. The need inside her was tightening, winding around her, spinning and pulling her thinner and thinner until she was about to snap.

“Cum for me, gorgeous girl. I want to feel you cum while I fuck you.”

That was all she was needed to push her over the edge. Sam screamed his name as ecstasy flooded her, exactly like he’d promised.

20

Check Yes Or No

Q

How did one go about asking a woman to be his girlfriend? That was the question Q pondered as he held Sam’s hand on the way to Friendsgiving.

Of course, the other question was, did he even need to?

They’d spent the entire week either talking on the phone or together every evening. She’d gone home on Monday, just like she’d said, but they’d talked on Tuesday, and he’d asked if she wanted to get dinner together on Wednesday. Dinner had turned into another night at her place. He’d noticed she seemed a little skittish about having him back there, so he’d done his best to show how comfortable he was in her apartment without making it into a thing.

It seemed to have worked since she’d let him stay the night again.

Unlike him, she had to get up at the butt crack of dawn for work, but he didn’t mind being woken up early if he got to stay over, so that worked for him.

Thursday was another evening on the phone, then she’d come over last night for dinner and a sleepover.

Q had loved every minute of it. It wasn’t just that the sex was great—it was. He’d loved being tied up while she had her way with him on Wednesday as much as he’d enjoyed tying her to his bed last night and returning the favor. He just enjoyed being around her. He didn’t want to date anyone else and sure as hell didn’t want her dating anyone else either.

At the same time, a week seemed too soon to be talking ‘relationship’ over dating.

Wasn’t it?

His last relationship had taken several months of dating before they’d started using the ‘R word.’

Glancing at Sam as he made a turn, he realized they’d been sitting in silence for several long moments. She was staring out the window, one of her legs jiggling nervously. He squeezed her hand.

“Nervous?”