Page 96 of Masters of Control

He was aware of her pause, then she stepped forward to run her hands over his freshly flogged skin, checking in with him again, and her conscientiousness allowed his brain to relax, too. This was bliss.

By the time it stopped, he wasn’t quite in subspace, but he wasn’t far off. His body hummed, the backs of his shoulders and his ass exquisitely sensitive. She’d done a fantastic job of avoiding his lower back, keeping the thuddy strands in all the places it was safe to flog.

Something cool and slick pressed against his anus as her warm palm came to rest on his lower back. Freddy whimpered at the slight stretch. Too small to be a plug and not tapered enough—she must be using a wand or a probe. The small sting of insertion didn’t compare to the pleasure as his nerve endings tingled to life, the feeling of fullness spreading as the probe pushed deeper.

Then she turned it on, and he cried out as the vibrations hit. His muscles clenched around the slim shaft, hips rocking forward and rubbing his cock between him and the bench, adding to the hot pleasure. The relaxed bubble of bliss he’d been floating in popped as pure erotic ecstasy burst inside him. The wand went in deeper, then pulled out, the vibrations sending him into spasms as he tried to fight back his need to cum.

“Good boy,” Mistress Camille purred. “Cum for me, Freddy. You’ve been so good. You deserve it.”

Praise kink activated.

If compliments were a kink, they were at the top of his list. Knowing he’d done a good job at something always made him feel good, and when it was sexual and the praise was coming from a Dominant, it was the biggest turn-on there was.

Gasping, Freddy let himself go, shuddering as she moved the probe back and forth inside him, the vibrating tool rubbing against his prostate with each movement. He cried out, hands braced on the grips, as warmth flooded beneath him, the spurts of cum coating the leather bench and his lower stomach where his cock was trapped.

Mistress Camille kept moving the probe, sending wave after wave of rapture spiraling through him until he almost called ‘yellow.’ Just before he hit the point where he couldn’t bear it any longer, the vibrations ceased.

Freddy sagged on the bench, panting for air. As the probe slid out, he shuddered again, muscles clenching one last time.

Every part of his body was extra sensitive.

“That was lovely,” Mistress Camille said, running her hand over his back again. “Very good boy.”

She was going to kill him. It was as though she’d dug into his psyche and figured out every one of his highest pleasures.

That or we’re just really well matched.

That was also a possibility, and it made him ache. They’d just met, and he didn’t know whether it was wise to get his hopes up. He didn’t know what she was looking for.

However, he did know he didn’t want this to be finished.

Lifting his head, he looked over his shoulder at her. She was still wearing the dress she’d asked him to help her out of.

“Please, Mistress,” he said, his usually silver tongue feeling oddly thick in his mouth. “May I service you?”

Camille

May I service you?

Truthfully, she’d intended to give him aftercare, then send him on his way, but the way he’d phrased that question… she wasn’t sure she could turn him away. He’d said he was a service sub, and he was asking to service her, to give her the same pleasure that she’d given him.

One-night stands weren’t her thing, but she’d started this, and she should finish it the way he deserved.

The way they both deserved.

From the way he’d made his request, she was pretty sure Freddy wouldn’t feel completely satisfied if he wasn’t allowed to bring her to completion.

And I would really, really, really like an orgasm.

Sure, she’d figured there were plenty of toys she could use on herself after he left—she was practically dripping, she was so aroused—but why deny both of them what they really wanted? She didn’t have a good reason.

“Stay here. I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up, then we’ll talk about what you can do for me.”

If she hadn’t already decided she was going to let him do something for her, the smile he gave her would have made up her mind. No, she definitely couldn’t take that pleasure away from him, especially since it was what she wanted, too. That was the whole point of tonight, indulging in what she wanted. Getting what she needed.

If she was being perfectly honest with herself, Freddy wouldn’t have been the only one unsatisfied if she gave him aftercare right now, then sent him on his way.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything,” she murmured to herself. Or it could be the start of something.