by Jason Luke
When I felt the first familiar tingle of my own building release, I withdrew my cock from Cameron, still keeping her under control by holding a fistful of her hair. She turned around obediently and then dropped to her knees. Her mouth fell wide open and I slid my cock between her hungry lips.
We were just a foot or two away from the side of the bed. Leticia’s eyes became misted with a glaze of lust. She watched the flex and leap of my cock as Cameron’s tongue flickered and slithered along the length of my shaft, taunting me like I was a musical instrument.
I threw back my head and surrendered to the sensations of Cameron’s enthusiasm and skill for long seconds until the world around me slowly began to teeter.
I was close to coming. I pulled Cameron’s mouth all the way down onto my cock and then held her perfectly still. Her eyes grew wide with a fleeting moment of panic, and then I felt her throat relax. My cock leaped against the roof of her mouth and then seemed to swell beyond proportion.
When I could hold back no longer, I withdrew myself, hard and hot and on the brink of eruption. I stepped away, turned my back on the room and screwed down my self-control. It took several seconds. I was breathing like a man who had run a vast distance. I waited until the urge to come had passed and turned back to where Cameron knelt, my cock still hard, but the need to come slowly subsiding.
Leticia was still lying on her side, but with one hand she was gently caressing the smooth arch of Cameron’s back. Cameron had her eyes closed, her head lowered as though she were studying the pattern of the carpet with elaborate care. I watched for several seconds, fascinated and aroused, until Leticia seemed to sense my gaze. She snatched her hand away as if suddenly Cameron’s skin had burned her.
I said nothing.
I took Cameron by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet. I turned her towards the bed and she knelt on her hands and knees on the edge of the mattress. Leticia folded her legs, tucking them out of the way so that Cameron was kneeling where her feet had been. I went back down onto one knee behind Cameron and lavished her pussy with the probing swirl of my tongue.
There was no need – she was wet and willing. The lips of her pussy were flared like the bloomed petals of a delicate rose.
At the first skillful flick of my tongue, Cameron went rigid. I heard the sudden hiss of her breath. I lapped up the juices of her sex. The heady aroma of her arousal filled the room like an impossible perfume.
“You taste delicious,” I murmured, and I meant it. Cameron’s pussy was sweet, her juices like fresh nectar. When I had my fill, and Cameron was squirming and clenching her body in helpless surrender, I got slowly to my feet and stood over the bed. Leticia was watching me. I licked my lips… and then leaned over to kiss her.
I moved in slow motion, giving Leticia time to react or respond. I saw the fleeting confusion in her eyes – the moment of understanding and then a flare of realization. For an instant she seemed to freeze – and then her arms came up and wrapped around my neck.
I kissed her passionately, letting her tongue explore the taste of Cameron’s pussy that was like wine on my lips. For long seconds we were both oblivious to Cameron still kneeling beside us. Leticia’s mouth was ravenous, as if she were overcome by the taste and wicked thrill. When we broke the kiss at last – when Leticia fell reluctantly back onto the bed with a breathless sigh – I realized Cameron had reached a hand between her legs. She was fingering herself, undulating her back and breathing through parted lips. Her hand was a blur. I watched her coldly, my eyes turning to ice.
“Stop!” I commanded. Cameron froze. She looked over her shoulder to where I was still hard and naked. Her face was contorted by how close she was to the precipice of her orgasm. Her expression was a blend of guilt and urgent plea.
I looked a question at Leticia. “Do you think she deserves to come?” I asked. My voice was remarkably steady, but in contrast Leticia’s was strangled by her rising lust. She frowned for an instant and then nodded her head in sympathy. “Yes,” she decided.
“How?”
We were talking about Cameron as though her fate rested in our hands – as though she were an object of nothing more than pleasure… which at that moment was precisely what she was.
“Let her do it herself,” Leticia decided. The reedy quaver of her voice almost sounded imperious for a moment. “She can get herself off while she watches you fuck me.”
I nodded. I made Cameron peel off Leticia’s panties and then unfasten her bra. Leticia stayed still, not yet anywhere near comfortable with Cameron’s touch… but no longer made tense by the experience. When Leticia was naked, her legs spread wide open, I ordered Cameron off the bed.
“The chair,” I said. “But you cannot come until Leticia does.”
Cameron crawled off the bed and perched herself on the edge of the chair. Her legs were splayed wide, her finger brushing lightly across her clit as though a firmer touch might send her over the edge. I fell onto the mattress and wrapped Leticia in my arms.
We moved together with the familiarity of lovers who knew each other’s bodies, each other’s deepest needs. She lifted her arms to me and we kissed again until the swell of my cock instinctively found the heat of her sex. In a single fluid movement I was inside her and our bodies were rocking together.
Time and space seemed to stand still. I thrust deeper and deeper into Leticia and her body was warm and willing and filled with a new strain of erotic passion. She writhed beneath me, already racing towards her climax. She kissed me again fiercely as I held myself on the edge, waiting for her to meet the urgency of my own need.
I was impossibly hard – held on the brink of coming for too long. The memory of Cameron’s pussy was still a fresh stimulus and I knew there could be no last chance for restraint.
“Come with me!” I hissed. My jaw was clenched, my eyes boring into Leticia’s. She must have seen inside my soul. She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth and then her hand snaked down between our heaving bodies and found her clit.
I slowed the speed and reduced the depth of each of my thrust. Our lovemaking became a sensual grind as I felt the brush of Leticia’s fingers between us. I braced myself on my arms, gazed into her eyes and then let my vision drift down across her breasts. Leticia screwed her eyes tightly shut – and then I felt the first fierce clench of her pussy as her body began to spasm.
I let myself go – loosened the short leash of my restraint. I drove myself deep inside Leticia’s pussy and then the world around me broke into a million sparkling pieces of light as – at last – I came.
I cried out, Leticia’s broken voice blending with my own. I threw my head back and screwed my eyes shut. My heart was racing, the drum of its beat loud and pounding in my chest. Every muscle was drawn tight, every fiber of my body humming to the primitive ancient sounds of release that were as old as the world itself.
When it was all over – when I had drifted groggily back from where my mind had fled – I kissed Leticia again, this time long and slow and lingering. I was still inside her, and her legs were still wrapped around me. The bed was damp with the intensity of our lovemaking, the drenching passion of what we had shared. I could feel the softness of her breath on my lips. I turned my head slowly. Cameron was sitting slumped in the chair, her hand between her legs, but her fingers still now. She slouched like a rag doll, her limbs turned to melted wax. She was breathing slowly and deeply, her gaze misted. Our eyes met and she blinked awake from the hypnotic spell of her orgasm.
I turned my eyes back to where Leticia lay spent and exhausted beneath me.
“Are you willing to come again?” I asked softly. Leticia licked her lips as if they were parched. “What did you have in mind?” her voice sparked with a hint of mischief.
“The next step in your erotic evolution,” I promised.
Leticia frowned, not understanding. She reached up and took my cheek in the palm of her hand, feeling the stubble of my unshaven jaw. She was still soft and drowsy, still numbed by the natural drug of he
r orgasm. She felt soft and pliant as though all the energy had been drained away from her. She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess…” she said with a tentative little breath.
I nodded and smiled. I slid to the edge of the bed. Leticia closed her eyes and turned her head to the side as though she was already drifting off to satisfied sleep.
I took Cameron by the wrist and pulled her close to me. She came off the chair and I trapped her chin in the grip of my hand. “Crawl onto the bed,” I said very softly. “Between Leticia’s legs. I want you to pleasure her with your mouth.”
Cameron nodded obediently, perhaps even willingly. She came onto the bed like a stalking cat, and then slowly lowered her mouth to lick at Leticia’s glistening pussy.
For several intoxicating seconds of erotic magic, I watched the delicate trail of Cameron’s tongue as she lapped at the combined juices of our spent passion. Leticia moaned softly. She threw a languid arm across her breasts and then traced a casual line with her fingers down between her parted thighs. I saw her hand tangle in Cameron’s long hair. Leticia moaned again. Her body began to writhe… and then the realization of exactly who was pleasuring her with such avid passion suddenly seemed to register. Leticia sat up on the bed in absolute shock. Her legs clamping closed like the reflexing spring of a trap. Cameron perched on her hands and knees, puzzled and then concerned.
“Fuck!” Leticia gasped. The rapture of her expression had slid off her face, replaced by a wretched twist of confusion… and then simmering outrage. She turned angry, confused eyes to me.
“Jonah!” she flared. The fury of her outburst seemed out of all proportion to the moment. “I told you…” the words jammed in her throat like barbed wire. She stabbed an accusing finger at me. “I told you!”
I held my ground, kept my gaze level and steady. “Yes,” I said calmly. “You told me what you thought, Leticia. You told me exactly what you had decided… that you were aroused by watching.”
I paused significantly. Leticia looked as though another angry outburst was bubbling to her lips but I silenced her with a curt snap of my hand. “But what you feel is clearly very different,” I observed. “Your tentative participation over the last couple of days training, and then your soft moans of delight at having Cameron on the bed between your thighs betrays the reality.”
“The reality?” Leticia hissed, her expression incredulous. There were red spots of color high on her cheeks and a hardness in her eyes.
“Yes!” I snapped back, raising my voice to a commanding tone and silencing her in an instant. “The reality is that if you would just shut off your mind and the narrow conventions of your traditional thinking, the reality is that you are very, very capable of enjoying much more than merely watching the sexual exploits of others. You can participate – make the most of the opportunities that life presents… not just be a passive bystander who lives vicariously through the pleasures of others.”
Leticia flustered. She shook her head in mute denial. There were tears welling in her eyes, but they weren’t the tears of hurt or betrayal. They were something else entirely. She lowered her head, unable to hold the smolder of my gaze.
“You don’t know me at all…” she muttered so softly that I barely heard the words.
“I know you better than you know yourself,” I said. “At least I can see in you what you’re capable of… when you let yourself feel instead of think.”
Leticia and I glared at each other across the space of the bedroom. There was more she wanted to say… but she didn’t. She stormed from the bungalow bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. I heard the sound of her footsteps stomp along the narrow hallway and then disappear behind the sound of the front door closing. I turned back to Cameron. She was still on the bed, still on her hands and knees. She looked at me with a face made bereft and tragic.
“I… I didn’t mean to…”
I curled the corner of my lip into a wry smile. “It’s not your fault,” I assured her. “You did as you were commanded. You were obedient and willing. This is not the fault of your actions – it’s the fault of Leticia’s reaction.”
Cameron sat on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked very small and very sad. “Do you want me to leave?” she asked softly.
I shook my head. “No,” I said. “I made a commitment to you that I would train you for a week and introduce you to the lifestyle of sexual submission. There are a couple of days to go until the week ends. You will stay here and continue with your training.”
“But Leticia?” Cameron began to protest.
“Leticia’s problems are hers to solve,” I said. Perhaps I sounded harsher than I had wanted, but the facts were the facts. There was no point denying the reality. “She has to sort those out for herself.”
“And if she doesn’t? If she shuts herself away, or decides not to watch the last training sessions?”
“Then we will continue together, just you and I,” I said decisively.
I meant it. I had made a promise to Cameron and I intended to keep it. This was not about sex, it was a matter of honor – of making a pledge and keeping it. I would not let Leticia’s stubborn reluctance to reconcile her desires and secret fantasies stop me from keeping my word to Cameron. With Leticia watching, or without her in the room, Cameron’s training would continue.
* * *
“You’re trying to change me,” Leticia sat on the sofa, clutching a soft cushion to her chest like it was some kind of shield. She had been crying – I could still see the soft smudges below her eyes that were the color of old bruises.
It was late. The lights in the house were low. I had no idea how long she had been sitting there, waiting for me to return from the bungalow, but I sensed she had used the time to marshal her thoughts and prepare her attack… or her defense.
I shook my head and dropped into the chair opposite. I stared across the hostile space that separated us. “No,” I said sincerely, “I’m not trying to change you, Leticia. I’m trying to encourage you to discover things about yourself that you won’t admit.”
She flinched and then her expression soured. “I gave this idea of bringing a submissive woman into our lives months of thought, Jonah. I didn’t take the decision lightly – I weighed up all the risks and all the possibilities long before I mentioned the idea to you.”
I nodded. “And by any measure you must admit the idea has been a success. Cameron is perfect. She is submissive, willing and non-threatening. She presents no challenge to our relationship because she’s not looking to fall in love, she’s looking to learn more about the lifestyle.”
“Yes,” Leticia’s voice took on a barbed edge. “Exactly. It’s precisely the relationship and experience I had hoped and prayed for.” She got to her feet then, but instead of coming closer, she hugged her arms around her shoulders and began to pace restlessly across the floor. “Cameron has given you the chance to be the man and the Master you were made to be, and she gave me the chance to watch… to watch, Jonah. That was what I wanted. That was all I wanted. I explained that to you in great detail before we invited Cameron to join us.” She stopped pacing and whirled back to face me, her hands on her hips. “Now, suddenly, you seem hell-bent on changing the rules we had agreed to. Isn’t it enough that you have Cameron to command? Isn’t it enough that you have your willing submissive? Why can’t you leave what we have the way it is?”
I nodded and lapsed into a long moment of reflective thought. Leticia stood, defiant and waiting. I got slowly out of the chair and thrust my hands deep into my pockets. We were both on our feet, and now I began to pace, almost as if I was circling Leticia like a predatory shark. She turned her face to follow me with her eyes as I moved around the room, seeking out the dark shadows as my mind played carefully over my answer.
“Having Cameron here has been a wonderful experience,” I admitted. “I find within her someone willing to submit and learn, and in return, the reward for me has been the opportunity
to rekindle the interest in domination that has run like a strong current throughout my entire adult life.” I paused. Leticia’s expression had become blank, as though she were absorbing everything I said but, as yet, had found nothing to react emotionally to. “But,” I held up a finger ominously, “having Cameron here has also thrown into highlight something I had not expected.”
“Which is?”
“You… and the way you have responded.”
Now emotions were beginning to play across Leticia’s features. She frowned deeply, and narrowed her eyes, sensing some implied warning that she should be wary.
“What does that mean?” her voice was guarded.
“It means that you have been very aroused this week – like a new woman, filled with a sexual energy that I have not seen in you before. There was not only a hunger and a willingness, there was passion.”
Leticia reacted in the way I expected. She took my comment as a criticism. She scowled at me, and there was a sting of hurt offense now in her tone. “So you’re saying that before this week I was a poor lover for you?”
“No,” I shook my head, brushing off her question as though it was inconsequential. “That’s not the point,” I explained.
“Then what is – exactly?”
“You became a different woman this week,” I kept my voice patient. “You were overt in your arousal. The subtle secrecy to your sexuality was swept away. You were erotic, aroused and filled with the raw kind of lust that only comes from sudden realization… or the sudden loss of restraint.”
Leticia shook her head. I was sure she wanted to be angry, but I hadn’t said enough to provoke her. She wanted to scream and shout. She wanted to raise her voice and throw accusations back at me… but I hadn’t said anything that she could latch on to; anything to give focus to her frustration. She stared at me for a long moment of silence and I took the opportunity to say the one thing I knew would resonate.
“Leticia, life is about opportunities – and this moment in our lives is just that. It’s been an opportunity for you to watch… to explore the fantasy you have of observing me training another woman. I understand your voyeuristic urge. I understand that it comes from your past. That makes perfect sense. But what I can’t understand – what I cannot accept – is that you would draw a line under this moment and not seek to explore all its possibilities.” I stared into Leticia’s eyes, looking for some sign that my message was getting through, but her face remained impassive as if carved from stone. “This is the chance for you to explore further – to join in a threesome with another woman. Now, that might not be something you enjoy… but how will you ever know if you don’t seize the chance? This opportunity might never come to us again, and I just don’t know how you can go through life not knowing – not being willing to experiment and taste everything that life has to offer.”