Page 67 of Masters of Control

Apparently, he didn’t want to take what he dished out.

Although, he hadn’t taken her ass yet, so truthfully, it was more what he would eventually dish out. Because Sam accepted it as inevitable with the way their relationship was going. She wanted Q in every way, and this would be part of it. What made their relationship a little different from a lot of her friends was that she was going to get his ass as well.

It made her feel both powerful and humble.

Looking over the toys, out of the corner of her eye, she watched Q undress. He wasn’t trying to be sexy as he stripped, but watching his clothes drop to the floor would always turn her on. Studying the possibilities on the table he’d set up, in case she wanted to bottom, she picked up the crop.

Looking up, Q sent her a heated look. His cock was thick and erect in front of him, so hard, it practically bounced off his stomach as he walked to the spanking bench.

“A crop, Mistress?” he asked, putting his knees in place and bending over.

Seeing him naked and draped over the bench was almost as much fun as seeing him undress. No matter what he did, he looked like a work of freaking art, carved out of ebony marble.

“Have I been bad?”

“Oh, yes.” Sam smiled wickedly, tapping the flat leather tip of the crop against her calf. “I hope you had fun tormenting me during dinner because you’re going to pay for it now.”

Q

Fuck, Mistress Samantha was hot. He watched her saunter over to him from his position over the spanking bench. His cock was pointing straight at the floor, throbbing against the leather padding that pushed his ass up into the air. The position made him feel both vulnerable and aroused.

Submitting wasn’t always easy for him, so it made his choice to submit to her even more meaningful than if it had been easy. There was a part of him yelling that a real man didn’t do this, but he pushed away that judgmental voice. He’d come to learn what he liked, and he accepted himself as he was.

Leather touched the top of his back, running over his shoulders and making goosebumps tingle on his skin. It swept down the back of his spine to the top of his ass, then lifted. He jumped when it came down again, and a little splotch of pain in the center of his cheek sizzled along his synapses.

Moving around him, Sam lifted the crop again and flicked it against his ass, only the leather tip making an impact. The slight sting was intensified by the small area it covered. It hurt, and it made his dick throb…at the same time. Laying the crop down on the table, she picked up the plug he’d set out, along with the tube of lube. His muscles clenched automatically, as if his body was already prepared to fight to keep her out, even though he knew he was going to like it.

Q had struggled with how much he liked it during his Dom training. He’d struggled with the bit of masochism he had, struggled with how much he’d liked having something in his ass, struggled with the part of him that had liked being in the submissive position. Talking to others at the club had helped him accept all the parts of himself.

Probably didn’t hurt that the people who had brought him into the scene—Angel and Leigh—were two of the strongest women he knew, and they were submissive. While society might say that was because they were women, all he had to do was look at Freddy or Olivia’s boyfriend, Luke, to know gender had nothing to do with it. Freddy was one of the scariest divorce lawyers in D.C., which was saying something, and Luke owned a contracting company and did plenty of construction himself. Luke, especially, was pure Alpha male… until he got on his knees for Olivia.

So, Q had a lot of good examples at how strong personalities could find joy in submission. Especially since he wasn’t even submitting all the time, the way they did.

“We’re going to start with the plug, then I want you up on the cross so I can use some of these implements you so thoughtfully left out for me,” Mistress Samantha said. When she got into her Domme space, her voice became haughtier, which also did something to him.

The slick tip of the plug pressed against his anus, pushing inward slightly. She twisted it, teasing his nerve endings as just the tip moved back and forth, pushing in, then retreating again. Groaning, Q lifted his hips to take more, enjoying the slight burn as it stretched the tight ring of muscle guarding his entrance.

“Fuck.” The word fell from his mouth as the plug eased deeper, no longer teasing, now invading. The burn of insertion increased, despite the lube, as his muscles adjusted. His rock-hard cock banged against the spanking bench as his body reacted. That hurt, also in a good way, and he groaned.

A gentle hand rubbed his lower back, moving in slow circles, helping him to relax as the plug went deeper. It hadn’t looked that big on the tray, dammit… but it had also been a while since he’d had anything in his ass. Something he probably should have thought about before offering it up tonight.

As least Sam was smart enough to make sure he was prepared, even if he hadn’t been because he’d been too excited. He’d forgotten what this felt like. The intimacy. The vulnerability. The pain that accompanied the feeling of fullness before it faded into pure pleasure.

“Relax.” Her voice was low, soothing as her fingers caressed him. He took a deep breath in, then let it out, and the plug went in deeper. The same muscles that had been working to keep it out ended up pulling it in farther. He cried out when the thickest part of the bulb moved past the tight ring. Then it was over and the feeling of fullness drowned out the slight ache from the insertion.

“Good boy.”

Warmth washed over him at her acknowledgment. Her hands moved over his lower back and his ass, caressing and stroking, and giving him a moment to breathe as his muscles adjusted to the intruder.

Soon, I’m going to let her fuck my ass. Fuck.

His dick throbbed, and he wasn’t sure if it was in anticipation or apprehension.

Her hand came down on his ass, giving him a little smack, and his muscles tightened pleasurably around the plug.

“Now, on your feet. I want you up on the cross facing me.”

The position would put his entire front, including his cock, at her mercy. He hadn’t thought it was possible to get even harder, but it felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his groin and leaving none for the rest of him.