Page 83 of Masters of Control

“Also, I would be happy to help you with any of your… needs.” Q’s voice turned husky and seductive. Lifting his hips, he rubbed the bulge of his erection against her thigh, making her giggle.

“Oh, yeah? I’ve missed you this week.” She ran her finger up to the undone button on his shirt so she could stroke his chest. There were definitely more serious conversations in their near future and some things she needed to figure out, but right now, she really had missed him all week and her body was buzzing with arousal in the aftermath of her spanking.

Q

Sam’s immediate response was a relief—he hadn’t been sure he’d judged her mood correctly. Just because he was turned on didn’t mean she was.

“I missed you, too.” He really had, more than he would have thought possible a few months ago. He cleared his throat. There was one more thing they needed to talk about and he preferred to do it with her over his lap. “In the interest of full disclosure, I should also tell you that I’ve been paying your club fees that aren’t covered by volunteering. Purely for selfish reasons because I want you there.”

To his surprise and relief, she didn’t seem upset. Jerking her head up, she looked over her shoulder, staring at him for a moment as if trying to assess whether or not he was being truthful, then her head dropped back down.

“I feel like I should be mad, but I’m not. I don’t know if it’s because of the spanking or because I missed you too much to be mad.”

Thank God. Which meant he could get them back on track.

“I think you should show me how much you missed me.” He gave her ass another little pat before shifting to tip her off his lap. Sam giggled but didn’t protest when she ended up on her knees in front of him.

There was something incredibly hot about having her on her knees after a spanking, tear tracks still visible on her cheeks, her lips wrapped around his cock. He knew the tears weren’t entirely from the spanking—she’d definitely had some kind of emotional reckoning—but the visual was still damn good.

And she was very eager to show him how much she’d missed him.

Q groaned, letting his head tip back, one hand atop her head, as her lips slid over the length of his cock, moving up and down. Her tongue curled and licked, pressing the sensitive underside, teasing the soft head. He groaned when she pushed it into the slit, lapping at his precum, before descending again.

His other hand reached for her breast, cupping the soft flesh and massaging it. Her nipple was already budded, and it hardened further under his touch. He tugged and twisted the little nub, enjoying the vibrations of her moans around his dick, the way the suction increased as he toyed with the sensitive bud.

It also reminded him of something he’d always wanted to do.

Taking hold of her hair with the hand he had atop her head, he lifted her head up, pulling her mouth away from him. His cock was wet and slick from the blow job, her lips swollen and pouty, eyes full of confusion, disappointment, and anticipation, wondering what he was going to do next.

“I want you on your back. Either on the floor or the bed, your choice.”

Sam’s eyes lit up, although he didn’t think she had any clue what he was planning.

“Yes, Sir.” He could almost see the calculation running through her mind before she made her decision, getting gracefully to her feet and moving to the bed.

Standing, Q followed her, a little more slowly because he was taking off his clothes as he moved. By the time he reached the bed, he was naked, and she was stretched out in the middle of the bed, arms above her head, elbows slightly bent in a position of repose. Her breasts had flattened slightly, nipples pointed to the ceiling, and she’d spread her legs wide.

Instead of getting on the bed and kneeling between them, Q got on the bed and straddled her ribcage. Sam’s pretty hazel eyes widened in surprise as he palmed her breasts, cupping the soft flesh and pushing it together to cradle his dick in the plush valley.

He thrust his hips forward, and it felt good, her skin rubbing along his shaft, but that wasn’t quite the sensation he wanted.

“Do you have any lube?”

“In the drawer,” she replied, tilting her head at the nightstand. Her eyes were alight with interest and curiosity.

Leaning over, Q opened the drawer and pulled out the small tube of strawberry flavored lube. Perfect. He held it over her breasts, drizzling it down between them, making her pale skin glossy as the light reflected off it. Something about her expression, the completely focused way she was watching his every movement, made him wonder…

“Sam, has anyone ever fucked these beautiful breasts?”

Her gaze flicked up to him, then back down to his cock as she blushed hotly.

“No,” she whispered.

Well, well, well. Virgin territory. He didn’t know why but he really liked the idea of being able to do something with her she’d never done before, the same way he had when he’d let her peg him.

“Then I feel very lucky,” he murmured as he cupped her breasts again, his thumbs teasing her nipples as he slid his cock into the now slick crease between the soft mounds. Sam shivered, still watching with fascination. The dark of head of cock peeked out between the creamy mountains. “To be the first to enjoy your breasts this way. Damn that feels good… give me your tongue baby girl. I want you to lick me while I fuck these pretty breasts.”

The color in her cheeks turned even pinker, but she obeyed, her tongue flicking out and over the head of his cock. It was both a delight and a tease as Q thrust between her breasts. His hands held them tightly on either side, increasing the pressure on his cock as it ran through her cleavage. Every time the head made it through the valley, Sam’s tongue was there to greet it.