Page 6 of Masters of Control

“Yet you indicated an interest in cock and ball torture?” That didn’t sound like something a non-masochist would be interested in.

Q’s grin widened.

“Curiosity killed the cat. I’m not sure I want to know, but since it’s an option, I have to know.”

Lifting her head to stare at him, Sam pressed her lips together in amusement, trying to hide her smile.

“You were one of those kids who burned their fingers on the stove after they were told not to touch, weren’t you?”

“Twice.” Q laughed at her expression. “I had to make sure it was the same the second time. I’m guessing by the way you phrased the question that you weren’t?”

“No.” Sam had always been cautious to a fault. She’d been a good girl, not wanting to cause her dad any trouble when they already had enough issues. “I didn’t even touch it the first time.”

“That was probably the smarter thing to do,” Q admitted. “But then, I always knew you were smart.”

Dammit. She shouldn’t like being complimented by him so much.

She was losing control of this little interview.

Q

Q knew he wasn’t being a very good submissive, but he didn’t seem to be able to help himself. Sam had always had a way of making him fumble over his words… and he wasn’t feeling particularly submissive tonight. Which was a problem.

Despite her outfit, he had the strongest urge to peel her out of the Domme attire and find the sweet subbie underneath.

Bad Q. Wrong night. Try again some other time.

As if she heard his thoughts, she sat up a little straighter, her hazel eyes turning flinty. Damn. That was hot. She’d gone from uncertain and nervous to Mistress Samantha in a heartbeat.

Okay, now he was feeling a little more submissive. The change in her had triggered a change in him, and he found himself automatically sitting a little straighter, his eyes dropping, and his attention sharpening.

“What’s the most painful thing you’ve experienced that you also enjoyed?”

“Nipple clamps.” Those had hurt, but they’d also felt good. At least until they came off. He hadn’t loved how sensitive his nipples were afterward rubbing against his shirt, but he could tolerate it.

Mistress Samantha nodded thoughtfully.

“Do you have a preference for what you’ll be called during the class?” She hesitated, trying to figure out the right words to use, and Q realized what she was talking about.

“Q, when you’re talking to me, but I like being called a ‘good boy.’” While he understood the derogative connotations some black men would feel about the terminology, he’d felt nothing but envy when he overheard male submissives earning the accolade in the club.

He’d wanted to be told he was someone’s good boy.

Sam nodded, relief sparking in her eyes, but only for a moment, then she looked away again, down at her notes.

“It’s not marked on the sheet. Do you have any sexual limits for the class?”

It was a standard question and one Q had thought long and hard about once he knew he would be paired with Samantha. A lot of casual sex had gone on during the Dom class, but it wasn’t really for him. By the end of the class, he’d kept any sensual play to toys and fingers. He’d planned to do the same for this class… until he found out who his Domme would be.

High school Q was all for fulfilling that old fantasy, the one where he’d take her to prom and lose his virginity to her on prom night. Not that he was still a virgin, but just knowing this was a second chance for the night he’d wanted… yeah. That wasn’t something he could turn down.

“No limits.” He met her gaze, smiling at her. “I’m here to pleasure you however you wish.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, the magnetic attraction simmering between them growing exponentially as their gazes held and the front of Q’s pants tightened.

Hands clapping made them jump. Mistress Julie was back on the Marquis’ stage with Master Law beside her, and she was smiling at all of them.

“Great job today, everyone. I hope you enjoyed your practice negotiations. Next week, we’ll be doing some hands-on practical work. If you have any questions about limits or your negotiations, Master Law and I will hang around for a little longer. Otherwise, thank you for being here, and we’ll see you next week.”