Jonah Noble - Anticipation Is Everything

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by Jason Luke

We never talked about it.

  * * *

  “So what happens next?” Leticia pushed open the big dungeon door and leaned her hip against the wall of the office. I glanced up. She had her arms folded across her chest. She was wearing a dress I had never seen her in before – a short floral sundress. There was a tint of the sun’s warm color on her shoulders. Afternoon light spilled through the office window.

  I turned in my chair, away from the computer, and laced my fingers together.

  “Regarding…?”

  “Regarding Cam’s training,” Leticia explained. “After last night and what happened this morning in the kitchen – I was wondering what you had planned.”

  I inclined my head. I had already given this issue a great deal of consideration. I rubbed at my chin and felt the bristles of my short beard crackle like electricity.

  “I need to reinforce Cameron’s submission,” I said. “So far she has demonstrated submissiveness, but what has carried her along in this early stage is her willingness and enthusiasm. What I need her to do is understand the concept of obedience – I need her to submit, regardless of her emotions, and regardless of circumstance.”

  Leticia was nodding slowly, a small frown across her brow as though weighing up my words.

  “So how do you do that?” she asked at last.

  “I continue along the same lines as this morning in the kitchen,” I explained. “More sessions with her kneeling and me using her mouth for my pleasure. She has to accept and understand that she submits to be used. So I need to use her.”

  “Will you blindfold her again?”

  “No,” I shook my head. “That was for your benefit, to overcome your embarrassment of being watched. But tonight when I am training her I will probably introduce a pair of handcuffs.”

  “Handcuffs?” Leticia looked suddenly curious. “Where will you get them from? You don’t have handcuffs any more – do you?”

  I smiled slowly and reached for a desk drawer. I held up a set of steel handcuffs, dangling them from the tip of my finger.

  “I never leave home without them,” I said like a spokesman for American Express.

  * * *

  The evening of sex Cam and I had shared had served to strip away a veil of inhibition so that she was more relaxed and more focused when I commanded her to undress that evening in the bungalow. Her movements were obedient and unresisting, and I could tell that somehow her mindset had shifted from fan to submissive. She left her clothes in a puddle of silk and lace at her feet and stood with her back straight, her eyes fixed on some place against the far wall of the bedroom.

  The front door of the bungalow was again left unlocked – I knew Leticia would arrive at some stage within the next twenty minutes, and I wanted to use that time efficiently.

  Once Cameron had shed her clothes and stood naked before me, I went to the chair beside the bed and sat down. I ran my eyes appraisingly over her body. She was indeed stunning – an exquisite beauty. She stood perfectly still, her hands clasped behind her back. Her skin looked pale as alabaster in the soft light so that she might have been some priceless statue carved by one of the world’s great artists.

  “Pleasure yourself,” I said simply. “Reach down between your legs and rub your pussy until you make yourself come.”

  I heard the soft inhalation of her breath, and then one of her hands moved slowly between her thighs. She closed her eyes, pressed her lips tightly together. I watched the uncertain movement of her fingers and frowned impatiently.

  “Don’t make me use a riding crop,” I warned Cam. “This is something you will be expected to do at the beginning of every session. You must forget about yourself and your emotions. You must put aside any last shreds of inhibition and become the submissive that is within you. Surrender yourself,” I insisted. “And think only about how your body can be given over to my pleasure.”

  I saw Cameron let out a long sigh of breath, a sound like she was deflating. Her lips turned thin and pale, but slowly the intensity and the dexterity of her fingers increased as her touch became less mechanical and more intuitive. I watched as her fingers played across her clit and then dipped deep within herself. Her body began to loosen – started to come undone. The stiffness went from her shoulders and then her lips parted as her breathing became more ragged. She lowered her head and I heard her moan softly.

  “Are you close?” I softened my voice so the sound was like that of a lover’s.

  “Yes!” Cameron hissed. One of her knees buckled. She was using both hands now, rubbing her pussy in circles that had become a frantic urgent rhythm.

  “Hold it,” I told her. “Keep yourself on the edge. You are not permitted to come, until I allow you to.”

  She whimpered. After climbing to the peak of her arousal, I had now asked her to hold her body suspended on the brink of release. Cameron sobbed a desperate breath as a flush of red color spread across her cheeks and chest.

  I glanced sideways. Leticia was standing in the bedroom doorway, just her face visible. She sensed that I had seen her there and our eyes locked for an instant. I got up from the chair and went towards where Cameron stood writhing in the chains of restraint. Silently, Leticia drifted into the room and perched herself on the edge of the chair.

  I reached out and took one of Cameron’s hard jutting nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I squeezed – just firmly enough that the pressure registered and her eyes flew wide open in surprise. Her face was wrenched in an expression close to torture.

  “Please…” she pleaded softly. “Please…”

  “Master,” I insisted. My face was expressionless as though her sexual situation meant nothing to me. “You will address me as Master at all times.”

  Cameron went weak. She took a tremulous breath. “Please, Master,” she surrendered. “May I come now?”

  I fixed her with my gaze and saw the swirl of emotions smoldering in her eyes. In that instant her soul was laid bare – all there for me to see and understand.

  I nodded. “Come for me,” I said.

  Cameron’s orgasm struck her like a fierce blow. Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell to her knees. She tossed her head, her mouth wide open as if desperate for air. I saw her shoulders heave and then the shockwaves of her release. She knelt, panting and propped against the foot of the bed for support for almost a full minute while I stood over her dispassionate and in complete command.

  “Take out my cock,” I said. I put my hands on my hips. Cameron was still drifting back from the daze of her orgasm. Her eyes were cloudy and unfocused, but her hand reached up for the zip of my pants without hesitation – as though she were moving automatically and on instinct. She reached inside my pants and I felt the warmth of her fingers. They were still slick with the dampness of her pussy.

  “Up on your knees,” I said. “Hands behind your back.”

  Cameron obeyed. She leaned forward with her mouth open and my cock pressed between her lips. I looked then to Leticia and noticed for the first time that she had changed before coming to the bungalow. She had shed her jeans in exchange for a very short skirt. Her thighs had fallen open, the creamy smooth flesh of her legs visible all the way up to a tiny wedge of silk panties.

  “I need your help,” I said the lie softly. I reached into my pocket and produced the handcuffs. Cameron heard the clink of steel chain but kept her mouth open, her lips clamped and sucking on the swelling length of my cock. “Cuff her hands behind her back.”

  Leticia hesitated. Her face became a frown of uncertainty. She rose from the chair slowly and came towards me. I handed her the handcuffs. She crouched behind Cameron, fastened the bonds in place and then stood again as if her knees were rusted hinges. She looked down at Cameron, her gaze wide-eyed and mesmerized.

  Leticia was standing at my side. I put my arm around her waist and then slid my hand purposely down across her bottom until my fingers were dancing up between her legs. She pushed back against me in a purely reflex action, and I brushed my
palm across the silken gap of her panties. The fabric was soaking wet – a measure of Leticia’s arousal. She stood rigid, her hip pressed to mine, and then shuffled her feet further apart.

  We were standing side-by-side, both looking down at Cameron, the play of my cunning fingers across Leticia’s pussy like some secret pleasure shared in an elevator of unsuspecting strangers. As Cameron sucked and lavished my cock with her tongue, my fingers began to stroke across Leticia’s pussy. I felt her sense of incredulity at the anonymity of something so intimate – something Cameron never suspected. Leticia was holding her breath as if too scared to move for fear that the slightest gasp might reveal all. She was biting down on her lip. I smiled knowingly to myself.

  “Doesn’t Cam look beautiful on her knees?”

  “Yes!” the sound of Leticia’s voice was torn between a sigh and a groan.

  “Her mouth on my cock is amazing,” I said. “I’m getting close to coming.”

  So was Leticia. She clamped her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes were locked on the sight of Cameron’s bobbing head as she engulfed me deeper and deeper, while at the same time her own body betrayed her heightened arousal. I felt her push down against the insistent press of my fingers, becoming more desperate for my touch within her. Leticia’s body began to jerk, foregoing the rhythm of her rocking hips for the sudden urgent need for much more.

  I used my free hand to tangle my fingers in Cameron’s hair and pull her further forward onto my cock. My other hand slipped from between Leticia’s spread legs and she moaned an aggrieved sound of disappointment. She gave me a startled secret look.

  “Slip off your dress,” I told Leticia. “Quickly.”

  She gave me a guarded glare, and then a hot glance that might have been a warning. I met her gaze and she seemed to wilt. She shrugged the sundress off and stood in just her damp panties and bra.

  “Take off the bra,” I said, “And then kneel down beside Cameron.”

  This time Leticia stiffened visibly. I thrust my hand possessively down inside the front of her panties and felt the rush of her wet arousal. Leticia’s body went soft. She hung her head and then ground her pussy against the teasing promise of my hand. “Now,” I insisted.

  Leticia reached behind her for the clasp of her bra and sucked the wetness of her pussy off my fingers. She lowered herself to the bedroom floor, close beside Cameron. Leticia’s eyes never left mine – her expression dazed by her lust and slitted by her wary caution.

  I turned my attention back to Cameron. Her mouth was a wet and willing wonder. I could feel the massaging press of her tongue with every swirling lunge. I could feel the leaping pulse of my cock as I teetered on the verge of erupting.

  At the last possible moment I withdrew myself from Cameron’s clamping lips. My cock felt hard as an iron bar, swollen to the point of almost being painful. I swiveled to face Leticia and she lifted her face as I exploded across her chest and breasts.

  I threw back my head and the growl from my throat was the primal, raw sound of a growling beast. A rash of sweat blisters broke out across my brow and my chest heaved for air like a bellows. I felt my knees weaken. I rocked back on my heels as the fire of desire slowly began to burn out to ash.

  When my vision cleared and my breathing had become regular, I reached down and cupped Cameron’s chin in the palm of my hand. I lifted her eyes to mine and spoke with a tone of command.

  “Lick my seed from Leticia’s breasts,” I said. “Do a thorough job.”

  In the corner of my eye I saw Leticia tense. She was staring at me. I reached for her hand and lifted her to her feet, then turned her so that she had taken my place before Cameron.

  “Get up on your knees,” I told Cameron, “and begin.”

  Leticia closed her eyes. I felt her almost cringe. Her body tensed and became tight. I could feel her resistance in her arms and in the way she stood – almost like a soldier at attention.

  But I wasn’t entirely fooled. Leticia was incredibly aroused. I could smell the heady scent of her sex as her dampness flooded the silk of her panties. I watched Cameron lean forward and take one of Leticia’s nipples in her mouth.

  “Good girl,” I said soothingly, the comment directed as much at Leticia as it was at Cameron. I stood close behind Leticia and gently rubbed my hand in small circles across her bottom. She leaned back against me, despite herself and her hesitation. I felt her shiver deliciously. Cameron’s mouth lapped at my seed, covering Leticia’s breasts in hungry soft kisses as she did so.

  “Good girl,” I said again, this time encouraging Cameron. Her eyes were closed and my voice was like a soft soothing caress. My hand on Leticia’s bottom slipped between her thighs and I felt her body clench like a fist as if to trap my fingers there. She straightened her shoulders. Her eyes were wide open, staring down at Cameron as the woman’s mouth took her other nipple between her lips. There was a hot, lust-crazed flush on Leticia’s cheeks – an expression I had rarely seen on her face before. I sensed her internal struggle – the conflict between her emotions and the betrayal of her body. She wasn’t breathing.

  Finally Cameron sat back on her haunches, leaving Leticia’s breasts wet with the trail of her tongue. Leticia let out an explosive sigh of breath and then the muscles in her back and legs melted. She was trembling.

  I offered Cameron my cock once more and she licked and gently sucked me until I felt myself beginning to harden again.

  I still had my fingers pressing against the folds of Leticia’s pussy and I sensed that she was rushing towards her own orgasm. I didn’t want it to be like this – I didn’t want it to be so brief that it would be forgettable. I wanted this night to live in her memory for years to come.

  I unfastened Cameron’s handcuffs and we left her naked in the bungalow. It was a balmy night. The air was filled with the scent of flowers from the gardens, the breeze like warm gentle fingers across our skin. Leticia had hurriedly thrown her dress back on before walking out the front door. We made it to a lush patch of green grass that bordered the walking trail to the main house.

  Under the stars, in the middle of the spring night, I dragged her down to the ground and we made love beneath the night sky.

  Leticia’s body was on fire. She writhed to my every touch. Her legs fell wide open, inviting the exploration of my fingers. I peeled her sodden panties aside and then kissed my way down her body until I was between her spread legs. I could feel the twitching pulse of her clit. I covered it with my mouth, massaged the sensitive nub gently between my lips. Leticia arched her back off the grass as though ripped apart by a massive convulsion. The rush of her juices across my tongue was an aromatic sensation of taste. I slid one finger within her and moved my tongue and fingertip together in a steady tantalizing rhythm. Leticia was muttering incoherently. I felt her hands claw for my shoulders, and then the grip of her fingers at the back of my head as she begged me to deepen my thrusts.

  “Please!” I glanced up for an instant. Leticia’s eyes were closed, her jaw clenched tightly. I toyed with her clit, flickering it with my tongue and watched every ripple of erotic sensation play across the expression on her face.

  “Did it arouse you to have Cameron licking my come from your breasts?”

  Leticia sucked in a deep hissing breath. I stopped the rhythmic lunge of my fingers.

  “Yes!” she surrendered.

  “Did you like it?”

  Her eyes came open but they were dazed and misted. “I did,” Leticia admitted. “But I liked watching, Jonah. That’s my fantasy – to watch you having sex with another woman.”

  She said none of this to my face. Instead she was staring up at the star-filled night, as though somehow it was easier to talk this way.

  “But that was your fantasy based on your early experiences,” I said reasonably. “Introducing you to new experiences might create new fantasies… and more importantly, new sexual desires, Leticia.”

  She wrenched her head to the side. I pressed my finger deep inside he
r pussy because I wanted to keep her teetering on the edge, rather than let her arousal become lost in thought or conversation. Her mind was swirling with lust-tinted images and I had to be careful not to take the edge away from her excitement.

  “Maybe,” Leticia was non-committal. She tightened the grip of her fingers on my head as if wanting to put an end to the talk, and resume the feel of my mouth on her pussy. “Just don’t push my limits any further,” there was a trace of warning now and I narrowed my eyes. “I like to watch,” she said once more.

  I went back to swirling my tongue across the swollen folds of her pussy. Her hands made tiny fists in the grass, as though she were gripping at the ground to stop her from drifting away into the night. When I felt she was just moments away from her orgasm, I covered her body with mine and kissed her fiercely.

  It was a crashing moment where our bodies, minds and souls collided and became one. At the insistent thrust of my cock, Leticia’s muscles clamped tight and she moaned a deep throaty sound of pure satisfaction. Her ankles locked around the back of my calves and her hands dug into the muscled flesh of my shoulders. I thrust my tongue deep between her lips, the taste of her pussy like an exotic flavor we now shared. Leticia rocked beneath me and then she cried out as if declaring her orgasm to the world. The sound in the silent darkness was impassioned and profound. She came on my cock, twitching and lunging and panting as if possessed by the devil of her lust.

  * * *

  No one achieves success in this world without plenty of persistence and a honed sense of intuition… and by almost any measure I have been a successful man.

  My intuition told me that last night I had lifted the trap door on Leticia’s deepest erotic fantasies – I had glimpsed the very darkest depths of those things she kept secret from the world. It had been in the way she had responded to Cameron kissing her breasts – the tension in her body that was a superficial reaction, followed by the much deeper, sensual one that had come seeping to the surface.

 

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