7. He’s In Charge
He’s In Charge
Sam
Feeling Q’s eyes caressing her skin, Sam tried not to feel too self-conscious, but it was difficult.
While she loved her body, there were always people who didn’t, and most of the time she didn’t care…
but it was hard not to care when a man she wanted to have sex with saw her naked for the first time.
If he didn’t like the way she looked that was a problem with him, and logically she knew that, but that didn’t always fix what she felt.
If Q turned away from her now or said this was all just a joke to get back at her from high school, she would probably run from Stronghold and never come back again.
So, when he walked back in front of her, she couldn’t help but peek up at him.
Not that he noticed. His gaze was firmly fixed on her exposed breasts.
There was nothing in his expression other than admiration and desire.
Relief, arousal, and happiness flooded her, allowing her to fully relax.
She dropped her gaze, a smile curving her lips, and her spine straightened, pushing her breasts out even more.
“Very nice,” Q said, reaching down to cup one of her breasts, his dark fingers stroking her pale skin.
The contrast was so pretty, especially when he reached the pale pink nipple and rubbed his thumb over the little bud.
It hardened under his touch, and she felt an answering rush of heat between her thighs.
If she hadn’t been kneeling, she would have tried to press them together.
Instead, there was nothing to assuage the ache that was growing between them.
“Thank you, Master Q.” She sang out the words, which gave them a very sassy sound. It felt weird calling him Master Q, but she didn’t hate it.
He gave her nipple a little pinch, which made her squeal at the sudden, delicious sting.
“Careful, pretty girl, you wouldn’t want to be disrespectful.” His tone was full of warning.
Sam bit her lip against sassing him since she was already going to be spanked.
“These are very pretty breasts.”
Warm palms cupped the undersides while his fingers dug into the soft flesh, thumbs brushing against her nipples as they hardened even further.
Sam moaned, her pussy clenching with need.
Q crouched down in front of her, giving him a more comfortable position from which to fondle her.
Her hands tightened on the back of her neck, fighting back the impulse to touch him as well.
This was one of the things she loved about kink—that she was supposed to stay still, that she didn’t always have to think about what to do next, that she could wait for someone to tell her what they wanted her to do.
Right now, she wanted to touch him, and it was a struggle to keep herself under control…
yet obeying him and fighting against her own instincts turned her on even more.
The way he was touching her, caressing her, made her entire body feel hot. Whimpering, she pushed her breasts toward him, shuddering when he finally pinched her nipples and relieved some of the ache that had been growing there.
“So pretty,” he murmured. “I think these would look very nice with some jewelry. Next time, I’ll have to bring some.”
Sam’s nipples pulsed against his fingers for two reasons. First, she loved nipple clamps. Second, he’d said next time.
Yes, please.
He might be talking about class, where she’d be in charge of him, but she didn’t think so. She was pretty sure he was talking about him dominating her again.
Which she absolutely wanted.
Does this mean we’re dating?
Probably not the time to ask.
But I’m going to ask.
Later.
She made the promise to herself, already unsure if she would follow through.
“Okay, pretty girl, up on your feet. I want this skirt off, then you over the spanking bench.”
Disappointment warred with anticipation as he released her breasts and held his hand out to help her up.
Sam took it and got to her feet, trying not to feel too vulnerable when she saw there were a few voyeurs watching them.
One of the hardest parts about kink had been getting used to people seeing her naked. Lots of people.
There were lots of other people in Stronghold’s dungeon getting naked who came in all shapes, sizes, and ages. It was the least judgmental place she’d ever been to, and she sure wasn’t going to let the dregs of her body hang-ups screw her out of a scene with Q.
Q’s hungry gaze roamed over her, clearly enjoying the sight as her skirt dropped to the floor.
He wasn’t turned off by rolls or cellulite.
He was looking at her thighs as hungrily as he had her breasts.
Feeling cheeky, Sam shifted a little to show off the curve of her ass, and his gaze dutifully followed.
She was wearing her favorite pair of underwear—the stars had definitely aligned tonight.
Red and lacy, they were almost like boy shorts, but they didn’t cover nearly enough to be called that.
The bottom of her cheeks hung out from beneath them, the scalloped lace clinging to her curves.
She found them to be a lot more comfortable than a thong while still leaving plenty of her ass exposed.
“See something you like?” she asked sassily, and Q chuckled.
“Yes, I do, and I’ll like it even better once you’re over the bench like you’re supposed to be.”
Sam squealed as his hand snaked out, smacking against the butt cheek closest to him with enough force to sting.
It was going to sting a lot more in a minute, yet she still eagerly laid herself over the bench.
Made of wood with padded leather, the bench had two knee supports for her to kneel on before bending over the main portion of it.
Reaching down, she took hold of the grips that were there to help keep her in place.
The position squashed her breasts a little, making it harder to breathe—or maybe that was just her excitement.
She couldn’t decide if she was disappointed Q hadn’t taken her underwear off.
That seemed to indicate no sex, which was disappointing, but on the other hand, jumping straight into sex when they’d just barely called a truce didn’t seem like the smartest idea.
While sex was on the table, after the negotiations during class, she knew she wouldn’t be jumping right into it when she was in charge. But she still kinda wished that he had.
Really? You want your first time with Q to be in the middle of Stronghold’s dungeon with a bunch of people watching?
Okay, maybe not. She had a tiny exhibitionist streak, but it didn’t usually extend to actually having sex in front of people. She was just blinded by lust.
Q’s warm palm rested on the curve of her ass and rubbed a slow circle on her right cheek. She gripped the handholds a little harder as she waited for the first smack.
“I have wanted to do this from the moment I saw you again,” he murmured, and his hand lifted.
Smack!
The sting wasn’t overwhelming, but it sure as heck wasn’t small.
It was right on the edge of being too much.
She didn’t have much time to register the pain before his hand came down again on the opposite cheek.
Sam gasped and rocked forward on the bench, which rubbed the front of her mound against it, sending a sizzle of pleasure straight through her core.
His hand came down again and again and again, leaving stinging hot flashes of pain over the entire expanse of her ass.
Sam shuddered and rocked against the bench, but the little bit of stimulation she could get wasn’t nearly enough.
Moaning, she lifted her hips up to meet Q’s hand as he rained down swats on her upturned ass.
Q
Fucking beautiful.
The temptation to spank Sam until her cheeks were as red as her underwear was definitely there, but he wouldn’t go that far tonight.
He had a sadistic streak, but he wasn’t really a sadist. His cock throbbed as he laid his palm down on her sit spot, causing her ass to ripple, and she cried out from the pain.
Not that it was all pain. He could see the wet spot growing on the gusset of her underwear where her arousal was working its way through the tightly stretched fabric as he spanked her.
The outline of her swollen pussy lips was visible through the underwear.
Pausing for a moment to stroke his fingers over her panties, a thrill ran up his body both at the touch and the sound she made when he did so.
“Good girl,” he murmured before going back to spanking her again.
Her pink bottom was slowly darkening, and he was aiming for a rosy pink before he stopped. Where this scene was going, he wasn’t sure. He hadn’t planned to be doing this tonight, so he was playing it by ear. Spanking her gave him some time to think about what he wanted to do next.
Or, well, what he was going to do next.
What he wanted to do was rip those pretty lacy panties off of her and plunge into her from behind.
He’d left her underwear on as a barrier to keep him from doing exactly that.
While he’d fantasized about spanking her, fantasized about getting his hands all over her, he’d had very specific fantasies about fucking her, and none of them included an audience.
He didn’t mind people watching, but it did nothing for him, either.
With Sam, he wanted it to be private. Special.
Granted, if she decided to take a ride during their class together, he wouldn’t protest. But when he was in charge, he had his own plans… which did not include sex tonight.
Unfortunately.
Shit, he wished he’d been better prepared.
It wasn’t like he’d known this was going to happen.
He was never coming to Stronghold without his toy bag again, that was for sure. Lesson learned.
“How are you feeling, Sam? Give me a color.”
“Green, Sir.” The answer came immediately with happy sigh that made him grin. Yeah, she was feeling good, and he was about to make her feel even better. While he might not be able to do everything he wanted to her right now, he could definitely give her an orgasm.
“Good girl.” Shifting his position slightly so he could grip both of her dark pink ass cheeks, he squeezed the soft flesh, digging his fingers in as she moaned.
Dipping one hand farther down, his fingers traced over the damp fabric of her underwear, stroking and caressing the pouting folds.
Sam moaned, her hips lifting up to meet his touch, while Q pressed his other hand against the bulge at the front of his pants to relieve some of his own ache.
It only took him a moment to reach where her clit was and pressed down, rubbing his fingers in a slow, sensuous circle against the little bud. She cried out, shuddering as she pushed back against his touch.
“That’s it,” he murmured, slowly increasing the speed of his movements, rubbing the bundle of nerves harder as her breathing sped up and so did her movements. She was pressing back against him, greedy for all the stimulation he could give her. “Come for me, pretty girl.”
As though his words gave her the permission, or the push, she needed, Sam’s cry peaked, and her entire body tensed as she came apart.
Q only had two regrets—that he wasn’t buried inside her and that he couldn’t see her face.