Page 66 of Masters of Control

Perfect. That’s what it had been. He’d enjoyed edging her as much as he’d enjoyed pushing her over it.

“Fucking gorgeous. Watching you cum for me was fucking gorgeous and the only show I was interested in. Now, let’s get back to our room, so we can entertain ourselves.” He wanted their private room and more time to play. Not only that, but he wanted to see what she made of the current setup, the one he’d requested specifically to run to their tastes.

Sam gave herself a little shake, her eyes clearing, and she smiled at him.

“Yes, let’s.”

As he and Sam exited the main room, the other booths were empty or had the curtains drawn for privacy, with soft moans coming from behind the velvet. The hall was empty, but they already knew where they were going. Thanks to the classes, they were both intimately familiar with all the private rooms.

When they reached the Dungeon room, Q held the door open for Sam, and she strode in… and came to an abrupt halt when she saw the interior.

The spanking bench and the St. Andrew’s cross took up center stage in the room and on either side of them were two tables. One table had an assortment of floggers and toys. The other table did as well, but it also included a strap-on.

She half-turned to look at him, raising her eyebrows.

According to Angel, butt stuff meant ‘I love you.’ Q couldn’t bring himself to say the words yet, even though he felt them, but he could show Sam his feelings. Even if she didn’t get the entire message, she would understand that he was making himself vulnerable.

If that was what she wanted tonight. Regardless, he would have given her the option.

“If you want, you can take charge for the rest of the night.” He gestured to the table with the strap-on resting among the toys. “Or I can top you, and we’ll see what goes from there.” There was a plug and lube among the toys for her, but he wasn’t sure how she’d feel about actual anal sex. It wasn’t on her hard limits, but it was on her soft, and he knew it was because she felt it was intimate.

Unlike him, she wasn’t an anal virgin, but it also wasn’t something she did regularly or with just anyone. It meant something.

Letting go of his hand, Sam prowled around the tables with the bench and frame between them, inspecting them from every angle. Her posture changed subtly as she moved, and Q felt his own attitude shifting in response. He really could have gone either way tonight, but even before she stopped next to the table with the strap-on, he knew what she was going to choose.

Gently running her fingertips over the leather straps of the harness, she looked up at him, the corner of her lip quirking up, eyebrows rising.

“Are you sure you want to let me take control after everything you just put me through?” Her voice was husky. Teasing. Confident. The shift from submissive to Dominant had been subtle but clear.

She wanted to take charge, and Mistress Samantha was already shining through.

He smiled and rather than responding verbally, Q got down on his knees.

Sam

Sexual power was such an interesting thing. Sometimes, Sam wanted nothing more than to let go and have Q direct everything. Other times, she would fight to be on top because she didn’t want to let go at all. And sometimes, like tonight, she could really go either way.

She’d been perfectly happy in her submissive role, despite the edging and the sexual frustration. If they’d come back here and Q had continued to do filthy hot things to her, she would have loved every second of it.

But being given the option, she’d seen the strap-on and realized what she was being offered.

Sam had never pegged anyone. Even with Q being a Switch, she wasn’t sure that would be something he would want to do. She knew he was an anal virgin, though he was no stranger to anal play. However, those were two very different things.

The moment she realized what he was offering, she wanted it. Badly. Not only because it was something he was giving to her, but because it was something she could give to him. He wanted her to be the one to take his virginity.

It was both hot and terrifying, and not something she could turn down. She wanted to give him what he wanted, what he needed, because he’d given her so much. Because she wanted to imprint herself on his memories. Because she was falling for him.

Q on his knees, waiting for her to torment him the way he’d tortured her, was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. Heat and desire blew through her, along with confidence that always infused her when she was topping.

She couldn’t control so much in the world, but she could take control of their shared world for a while. She needed it so badly.

“Good boy.” The words had always felt strange in her mouth before Q, as if they were more of an insult than a compliment. Somehow, with him, the connotations changed.

Calling him a ‘boy’ wasn’t demeaning, just as being called a ‘good girl’ didn’t make her feel demeaned. She could see the glow of pleasure in his face, the way he lit up at the compliment, as though it meant the world to him. Sam knew exactly how that felt.

“Back on your feet, Q. You need to get undressed. I want you naked and over the bench while I figure out exactly what I’m going to play with from all these toys you’ve set out for me.”

The plug for sure, to prep him for the strap-on. The dildo currently attached to the harness wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small, either. Fairly average sized—Sam would guess about five or six inches long and maybe an inch around. Smaller than Q, which she found amusing.