Page 57 of Masters of Control

Q

Something was up with Sam during class, though Q wasn’t sure what. Thankfully, the part of class in the main room didn’t last long, then they were sent back to the private rooms for some ‘hands-on’ practice. Something he’d been looking forward to for a while, though he wasn’t sure how he felt about the room they’d been assigned.

He’d never been in the ‘shoe room’ before. It was also known as the foot fetish room. Not something he would think himself into, but as he stood in the center of the room watching Sam—or Mistress Sam, as she was right now—perusing the options lining the walls, he had to admit he didn’t hate the idea of seeing her in sexy heels.

“I think… these.” Sam picked up a pair of incredibly strappy black high heels and turned around, walking toward him. Her eyes were alight, her chin up, every inch of her screaming that she could take on the world and win. Just holding the shoes had done a complete change in her attitude, and it was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen, even if he didn’t completely understand the why behind the transformation. “On your knees, Q.”

Fuck, yes.

Whatever had been on her mind was gone now, and she was completely in the moment.

So was he.

Dropping to his knees, his cock rose as he was going down. He automatically assumed the ‘subbie’ position—knees apart, spine straight, head dropped. He was a bad sub, though. He peeked to watch her coming closer, his body reacting to the confidence shooting through her.

Stopping in front of him, she paused and slid her feet out of her own shoes—a pair of sensible high heels that were sexy but not in the way that the ones she was holding were. A moment later, she put one bare foot on his thigh and dangled the strappy heels in front of him.

“Put these on me.” Excitement tinged her voice, which excited him, too.

Wordlessly, Q took the correct shoe for the foot residing on his leg and helped her into them. While he’d never thought there was anything particularly sexy about helping a woman into her shoes, he’d seen it done before in movies and tv shows. There still might not be something inherently sexy about it, at least not to him, but putting these shoes on Sam was different.

Maybe because she was so clearly enthusiastic about them. Maybe because touching her was always going to be a turn-on for him. Maybe because when she lifted her leg to put her foot up on his thigh, he could see straight up her skirt, almost to her pussy. It was a tantalizing tease and one he greatly appreciated.

His fingers lingered over her skin as he secured the straps. From his position, he had a fantastic view of her legs when they were both on and she stood before him, looking down at her feet and admiring the turn of her calves. Q grinned as he realized something.

Sam raised her eyebrows.

“What?” she asked, a little defensively, and he realized she thought he was laughing at her, which couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“I was just thinking, you’re now at the perfect height to straddle my face. I could eat your pussy kneeling right here,” he responded truthfully.

He loved seeing the way her cheeks went pink and how her eyes went hot and distracted whenever he said something filthy to her. It only took her a moment to recover. Giving herself a little shake, she looked down at him, hot need in her eyes.

“I think that sounds like the perfect idea.” Reaching down to her skirt, she lifted it high enough to confirm what Q had guessed when he’d caught the little glimpses under her skirt.

Mistress Samantha wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said eagerly, sinking down a little lower on his knees and tipping his head back as she moved forward, one leg on either side of him. She was the exact height for her pussy to end up on his mouth.

Sliding his hands up to hold her steady, Q wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs, his hands curving over the front while his tongue slid between her sweet folds. Sam moaned as her hands went down to rest on the back of his head, pushing him further into her pussy at the same time she gave herself a bit of extra support and balance.

Sam

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

Q’s tongue could literally make her forget all her worries and cares. Once he’d put the image of her riding his face in her head, she’d had to make it a reality… and it was even better than she’d imagined it would be. With his arms cradling her lower body, holding her in place and helping keep her upright when her knees went weak from pleasure, she was free to lose herself in ecstasy.

Moving her hips, she let herself fly free, taking everything he offered until she couldn’t bear it anymore. Splintering apart against his mouth, she shuddered with the waves of ecstasy.

When she was able to stand on her own, she rewarded him with a nice, thuddy flogging while he was bent over the shoe bench before turning him over and riding him to mutual climaxes. With his freshly flogged back pressed against the leather bench, she was able to watch the heat in his eyes grow while he was caught between erotic pain and pleasure. His cock throbbed inside her, his hips thrusting up to fill her while she used his hands to help balance herself.

They didn’t do much with the shoes or her feet, but neither of them minded.

23

A Job Offer

Sam