Page 81 of Masters of Control

“You can’t just up and move for me!”

“Why not?”

His fingers traced down her crease, brushing over her anus, down to her pussy, making her squirm in a way that had nothing to do with her protest. His cock was starting to harden, whereas before he’d been too focused on trying to understand her. Now he was getting turned on.

“I make my decisions based on what makes me happy. You make me happy.”

“All your friends are here.”

“So are yours. We can make new friends together. The ones we already have could come visit.”

“We haven’t been together long enough for you to be making these kinds of decisions just for me.”

While he kind of agreed on the length of time thing, there was an odd note in her voice, and something bothered him about her words.

“I wouldn’t be making the decision for you. I’d be making it for me. I would want to be with you because you are who I see my future with. I can do what I do from anywhere. I’m lucky that way.”

“But you can’t throw away everything else you have here for me.”

“Sure, I can if I want to. You don’t get to make that decision for me.” He gave her ass a swat for emphasis.

“I’m not worth that!”

As soon as she half-shouted the words, she clapped her hands over her mouth, but it was far too late. They hung in the air, and Q finally understood why she’d kept him out of the loop. While part of her had known, deep down, he would want to go with her if she moved, she hadn’t wanted to hear him say it. Hadn’t wanted to admit it even to herself.

Because for some reason, she was insecure, felt unworthy, and she was anything but.

“Okay good. Now that we’ve identified the problem, we can work on fixing it. I think the first thing we’re going to do is make sure that you understand that you don’t get to decide what I think you’re worth. So, what’s going to happen now is you’re going to say, ‘Q thinks I’m worth moving for’ and I’m going to spank you until I think it sounds like you mean it.”

32

Worthy

Sam

“Q thinks I’m worth moving for!” she shouted before his hand fell, but it didn’t matter.

They both knew she didn’t mean it. She couldn’t even fake sounding like she meant it. She sounded slightly desperate, which was more about being punished than anything else.

Q’s hand came down hard and fast and she squealed. He got a few swats in before she got her breath back.

“Q thinks I’m worth moving for!”

“That’s a vast improvement, but I think you can do better, pretty girl,” Q said as he continued to spank her, hard, crisp swats peppering her bottom and making her whine and whimper. “I want you to feel it, to mean it. What we have together is good. I want to be a part of your life, and I want you to be a part of mine. I don’t want you keeping me out or making my decisions for me. I want to be part of making decisions together.”

The heat flaring in her backside was becoming more and more painful, each swat coming down on spots that had already been smacked, adding to the growing fire. Sam wriggled and panted as she felt her skin changing color, knowing it was turning a brighter pink every time his hand impacted her flesh.

It was also cleansing. She knew she’d messed up. She’d known the right thing to do would have been to tell Q, but she’d pushed those thoughts away, burying them deep, thinking he’d never know. She hadn’t wanted to face her feelings, but the guilt had still been there and got worse after he’d been so upset when he’d found the job listing.

Now, being punished for her wrongs felt right.

“Q thinks I’m worthy!” A bit different from what he’d said before, but it felt better. More like she was saying what she was really supposed to believe.

His hand came down again, smoothing over her sore buttocks.

“Good girl, that’s a lot closer.”

Her insides heated, but not nearly as much as her ass as Q’s hand lifted and came down again.