Page 39 of Masters of Control

Flat on his back in the middle of Sam’s bed, Q was perfectly happy lifting his hands so Sam could secure them to her headboard. First of all, he was curious to see what it would be like to have Sam in control outside of class. Second, because she’d decided to straddle his chest while she was securing his hands.

He was looking at the undersides of her breasts, watching the hypnotic sway of the chain as it hung from her nipples. While some of her weight rested on his chest, if she moved a bit farther up, he’d be able to get his mouth on her pussy. Instead, he couldn’t touch anything with his hands or mouth, but the visual feast was a tease of the highest order.

The already soft leather of the cuffs was lined with even softer fur, adding to the sensations already arousing him.

As soon as she sat back, releasing his wrists, he tugged to test the cuffs. They were tight enough he wouldn’t be able to pull his hands through them, but loose enough that they didn’t hurt or squeeze. No need to worry about losing circulation.

His heart rate kicked up when she wriggled her down, so she was straddling his hips instead of his chest. With her hands planted on either side of his chest, her breasts hung down beneath her, the hard nipples turning darker and darker pink, and the chain between the clamps brushed against his skin, cool on his heated flesh.

Lifting her hips, Sam shifted, so she came down atop his erection.

Q groaned, and his hips surging upward, hands jerking uselessly on his restraints. The hot weight of her pressing down on his dick sent pure pleasure rocketing through him, and it was a hell of a tease. The thin fabric separating her pussy from his dick was wetter than before, and with her on top, he could feel her a lot more acutely.

“Fuck, Sam.”

“That’s Ma’am or Mistress Samantha, to you,” she teased, her tone only half-serious.

Moving her hands to the tops of his shoulders, she curled her fingers so she could drag her nails across his skin, from his shoulders over his chest, barely avoiding his sensitive nipples. Her nails dug in just enough to scrape and sting, but not truly hurt. His nipples ached from the lack of attention as she went around them rather than touching them.

“Fuck me, Ma’am.” Panting as he tensed underneath her, a shiver went down his spine when her nails dragged over his stomach.

Sam laughed softly, and Q grinned up at her.

She looked fucking hot, straddling him, silvery clamps dangling from her red nipples, curls falling about her shoulders. If in high school, Q knew he’d end up here one day, he would have happily traded away prom night for this moment. However, high school Q hadn’t had this wild imagination.

Sometimes, truth really was stranger than fiction.

“Take off your panties, ma’am.” Though his tone was perfectly respectful, it came out as an order. It didn’t matter that he was restrained on his back, beneath her, and calling her ma’am. He saw her reaction, the way her lips parted on a quick intake of breath, breasts heaving, pupils dilating.

He might be on the bottom, but he could still boss her around as long as she was willing.

“Pretty sure I’m the one in charge,” she said, but even as she said the words, she got to her feet, so she was standing over him. The soft surface of the bed made her wobble a little, and Q spared a moment wondering what it would be like if she fell down atop him.

I would be smothered in boob.

Yup, I volunteer as tribute.

Sam shimmied out of her underwear, which was really just as good as being smothered in boob. The incredible view of her pussy with her legs spread above his body showed off the glistening folds, wet with her arousal. She bent her knees, smoothly dropping back down onto them with her thighs pressed against his sides.

Leaning forward, she reached for the drawer. The stretch of her movement brought the chain between her clamps dangling over his face, and Q took the opportunity to lift his head up, taking the metal firmly between his teeth, and tugging. Sam gasped, and the hand not reaching for the drawer came down on his shoulder and dug in, making him buck beneath her.

Fluttering her eyelashes, she took a moment to compose herself, then glared down at him, her gaze glancing off where the chain was still between his teeth.

“If I wasn’t so turned on, I might be really pissed off right now,” she said matter-of-factly.

Laughing, Q released the chain, and Sam finished stretching out to grab a condom from the drawer. His cock throbbed in anticipation, but her nipples were looking very dark red, and they’d been in the clamps for a while. As much as he wanted to fuck her, he wanted that taken care of first.

“Take the clamps off, gorgeous girl,” he said, jerking his chin up at them. “Then let me kiss those pretty nipples and make them feel all better.”

Sam paused, condom in her hand, and for a moment, he thought she was going to do exactly as he said… then she shook her head, and her lips curved into a smile.

“You are awfully bossy for being the one tied up.”

He grinned back at her wolfishly, tugging gently on the cuffs.

“Doesn’t hurt to ask for what I want.”

Rocking back onto her heels, Sam’s body pressed down on his groin again as the chain gently tapped against her belly. Q thrust his hips up, rubbing the underside of his cock along the wet lips of her pussy. He groaned at the fantastic wet heat that coated the length of his dick. It was a hot flash of pleasure that promised ecstasy once he was buried inside her.