by Jason Luke
“I’m satisfied...” Leticia began, but I cut her off with a shake of my head, brushing aside the protest as it leaped to her lips.
“Fine,” I said. “But what happens if you join Cameron and I and discover that the pleasure of a threesome is something even more arousing to you? How can you let this chance just drift by without feeling the need to discover that for yourself?”
I shook my head, confused and bewildered by Leticia’s stubbornness. I thrust my hands into my pockets and hunched my shoulders as though concentrating the full force of my mind to the reasons behind her reluctance. I came up with nothing – nothing logical, nothing that made sense. Leticia was being emotional and I realized there was no way I could reason with her.
“I don’t want to die not knowing…” I said softly. “I’m the kind of man that wants every experience, wants to know every answer. I just don’t know how anyone can live their life any other way.”
Leticia said nothing.
* * *
I arrived at the bungalow the following evening with a sinking sense that Leticia would not show up – would not come to watch and observe Cameron’s submission.
Leticia had been gone for the afternoon, and I had not heard from her. By the time night had fallen I was resigned to the fact that I had a duty to train Cameron… but that the experience without Leticia present would be hollow.
At least for me it would be.
* * *
Cameron was on her knees, naked at the foot of the bed when I stepped into the room. Her eyes were fixed on the floor ahead of her, and she had her hands clasped behind her back. Without a word, I went to the bedside chest of drawers and withdrew the riding crop and a small vibrator. I swished the soft leather pad of the crop against my thigh and the crack of the whip made Cameron inhale a sharp breath that sounded like exhilaration.
“Straighten your back,” I said softly, the words an elusive caress after the sharp retort of the riding crop’s wicked sound. “Posture is important, as are the basic submissive positions. These are things you must learn and practice.”
Cameron shifted her weight and came up a little straighter. She caught my movement from out of the corner of her eye and followed me as I circled around behind her. I sensed her tense a little.
I had to be mindful of the fact that Cameron was here for only an introduction to the BDSM lifestyle. There could be no serious training, no determined attempt to begin a proper training process. This week was to merely give her a sample of what elements the lifestyle offered. For that reason I had modified my plans, working more on merely instilling a sense of discipline, surrender and obedience in her. I slowly unzipped my pants and made sure she heard the sound.
“Open your mouth wide,” I said from where I stood behind her. Cameron obeyed immediately. I lifted her to her feet and then slid the vibrator into her mouth. “Don’t drop it,” I warned. Cameron clamped her lips around the toy and nodded her head vigorously. I set the riding crop down on the end of the bed and then ran my hands possessively down over her body, feeling the exquisite contours of her perfect breasts and the smoothness of her skin as if I was conducting a body search. I could feel Cameron trembling. I pinched out her nipples until they were stiff, and then wrapped one hand around her waist. My free hand slid down over her abdomen and she sucked in a sharp inhalation of breath as my fingertips finally brushed the soft flesh of her sex. I heard Cameron give a throaty moan of rising desire, the sound distorted by the obstruction of the vibrator. Her body went a little soft and I slapped her bottom hard.
“Stand up straight!” I put an edge of warning into the tone of my voice. Cameron stiffened her legs like they were braces. She buckled at the hips for an instant and started to tremble. I slid two of my fingers across the soft moist lips of her pussy and held them there, pressed between her thighs.
“You are here for my pleasure,” I repeated the mantra I had used so many times in the past to so many other women. “You are an object to be used when and how I wish. You understand that, don’t you,” I whispered in Cameron’s ear.
She nodded her head. I heard the soft sound of her lips sucking to hold the vibrator in her mouth.
“You will fuck when I command you to. You will suck until I order you to stop. You will give me your body whenever I want it, and you will surrender your mind and body and soul to me. You want that, don’t you?”
This time Cameron made a sound like a hum in the back of her throat. She was breathing through her nose, the sound of each inhalation becoming more urgent as the pressure of my fingers finally found the wet depths of her pussy and slowly slid inside her.
“You will be a good girl for me,” my voice softened. The instructions were delivered. Now it was necessary to encourage her and to ensure she understood the rewards of good behavior. “You will please me willingly and selflessly. Your greatest thrill will be knowing that you bring me joy, won’t it?”
She made a sound of affirmation, still sucking on the length of the vibrator. I smiled to myself knowingly and eased my fingers a little deeper into the wet tight folds of her pussy. Cameron’s hips flexed, and I felt the pressure of her body bearing down on me, hungry to feel filled.
“Your rewards will be in the knowledge that you have satisfied your Master, and in the many orgasms I allow you. Your pleasure will be my pleasure, your desire will be to fulfill my every desire. Your orgasms will mirror mine, made all the more powerful because they will have been earned by your obedience and your passion. You understand that, don’t you?”
Cameron nodded her head again.
“Don’t make me punish you,” I said. I wanted her to understand that punishing her would give me displeasure, but also that any punishment would not be random, but only because she had failed me. Cameron shook her head as though the thought of disappointing me was horrifying to her.
I smiled again and then took my fingers from her pussy and licked the wet tangy juice of her from my hand. I stroked her hair, almost as if she were a plaything. “Good girl,” I soothed. “You’re a very good girl for me.”
I put my hand in the middle of Cameron’s back and she folded forward like a life-size doll. I moved her until she was bent over the end of the bed, her legs spread wide, her hands braced on the edge of the mattress. I ran my fingers soothingly over the softness of her bottom and then cupped her sex in the palm of my hand.
Cameron flinched and then relaxed. I waited until her breathing had settled again and then swiped the end of my cock across the swollen lips of her pussy. I was hard. Cameron arched her back and lowered her head a little. I teased her for long seconds, coating the swollen length of my shaft in her juices and then, finally, I pressed myself against her and felt the welcome embrace of her body as it wrapped itself tight and hot around me.
I took a deep breath. Cameron’s pussy spasmed into a series of clenching pulses that felt like mini tremors along the full length of my cock. I held myself perfectly still for long seconds and then clenched the muscles low in my body. My cock thickened and leaped against the inner walls of her pussy. Cameron let out a long impulsive moan of desire… and the vibrator slipped from between her lips and fell heavily onto the mattress.
I froze. Cameron realized her error. She started to shake.
I slowly withdrew my cock from inside her and came around the side of the bed to stare as if I was horror-struck at the evidence of her disobedience.
I snatched at a handful of her hair and lifted her face until I could see the torture of her anguish and trepidation. My eyes were blazing, my face rigid. Cameron’s lips were parted and she was breathing in short, sharp gulps.
“I… I’m sorry,” she flustered. Her eyes were huge in her face.
“You’re going to be,” I frowned an ominous warning.
I snatched up the vibrator and set it between her lips again. Cameron clamped down with her teeth. There was a plea for forgiveness in her eyes. I ignored it and seized the riding crop.
“You know that you wi
ll be punished for your disobedience,” I said as I went around behind her. “And you know that discipline and obedience are the cornerstones of the lifestyle.” I traced a torturous line down the arch of her back with the soft leather pad and then gave her bottom a stinging tap with the whip. Cameron flinched as if she had been electrocuted. I heard a soft sob in the back of her throat that might have been a reaction to the pain… or perhaps a reaction to a flare of arousal. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously and tapped her bottom again with the crop. This time Cameron did not move. A red mark flushed on the soft skin, and I knew that right now her flesh would feel like it was on fire.
I threw the riding crop down and plunged my cock deep into Cameron’s pussy. I felt her entire body tense tight as a spring, seized by the urgent need to remain focused on keeping the vibrator clamped between her lips. I dug my fingers into her hips and began to fuck her with long pounding strokes, my jaw clenched and my attitude dispassionate. This was not sex fueled by lust – this was about possession and dominance.
For a long time Cameron was tense and strained, giving her pussy to me, yet distracted by the need to remain in position, unmoving and focused on the vibrator. I heard my breath begin to saw in the back of my throat. Each lunge of my cock sent tremors through her flesh, and the slapping sound of our bodies colliding together was as loud as the retort crack of the crop.
Cameron’s arms began to tremble. I felt her slowly falling forward and I bunched the muscles in my arms to hold her in place. Slowly the tension went from her body and she became like melted wax; pliant and unresisting to my use of her. The minutes ticked past and the tempo of each thrust increased until I felt myself reaching the point of physical exhaustion… and release.
My cock felt like it was on fire. Cameron’s pussy was wet and willing. The feel of her was like the grip of fingers wrapped within a velvet glove. I watched the errant toss of her hair as it broke across her shoulders like a silken wave until I knew that I was on the very precipice of exploding.
Suddenly the night was very still. I slid my hardness from Cameron’s pussy. I was trembling, as though I had run a great distance. I filled my lungs with air and fought to control my breath.
Cameron remained unmoving, swaying slightly from the strain in her arms and the weakness in her legs. The smell of sex seemed like a heavy perfume that permeated every corner of the bedroom.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs,” I hissed.
Cameron obeyed instantly. She scurried onto the mattress, lying flat on her back, with the flared wet lips of her pussy pouting. There was a rising flush of red color creeping up across her breasts. She lay with her arms across her abdomen as though resisting the natural urge to touch herself.
I knelt over her and took the vibrator from between her lips.
“Lick me clean,” I said.
Cameron craned her neck up and flickered her tongue along the slickness of my shaft. The feel of her was like a cool salve to the raging heat of my cock. I closed my eyes and hissed a sharp breath. Her fluttering tongue reached the swollen crown of my cock and lingered there.
I felt myself twitching, responding to the artful deliberate tease of her. I clamped my hand firmly around her throat and stared down coldly into her eyes.
“You failed me tonight,” I said. Cameron blinked. Her lips were puffy from the press of the vibrator. “And as punishment you will be denied an orgasm. Do you understand?”
Cameron’s eyes filled with a look of grief and despair. She nodded her head slowly and I could feel the racing pulse of her blood through the palm of my hand. “You will not come. You will not make yourself come. You will go to bed unsatisfied. Tomorrow night is your last evening. If you fail me again you will be sent back to Chicago without an orgasm. Everything that happens from this moment on is a direct result of your behavior.”
“Yes, Master,” she said in soft acceptance. “I won’t fail you again… no matter what you command me to do.”
* * *
The house was empty when I returned from training Cameron. There was a lamp-light burning in the living room, but the rest of the big house was cloaked in dark shadow. I trudged up the staircase to the bathroom and stood under the shower, letting the scalding needles of water pound at my chest as my thoughts billowed and swirled like steam.
“Did you fuck her, Jonah?”
It was Leticia. She had come soundlessly into the bathroom. I could see the vague outline of her shape like a dark smudge against the translucent glass of the door that separated us. I narrowed my eyes. There was something in her voice – something tight and strangled that was not anger or accusation.
“Where have you been?” I asked.
“I want to know if you fucked Cameron tonight?” Leticia insisted, ignoring my question. She moved, maybe coming closer. The shape of her took on blurred definition.
“Yes.”
There was a long moment of silence. Steam filled the bathroom and the hiss of the scalding water muffled sound.
“Was she tight for you?” Leticia’s voice lowered so that I could barely discern the words. “Was her pussy tight and wet for your cock?”
“Yes.”
“And did she moan for you?” Leticia’s voice became breathless. “Did she beg you to fuck her harder?”
“She moaned,” I said, understanding at last. “I bent her over the end of the bed and put a vibrator in her mouth. But she was whimpering,” I went on. “Every time I thrust into her she trembled and sobbed.”
More silence. I sensed Leticia move once more until I was sure she was standing just beyond the other side of the shower door.
“And then what did you do?” she asked softly. “After you had fucked her until she could take no more… what did you do then?”
“I put her on her back on the bed,” I said. My own voice had become as husky as Leticia’s. I could feel myself hardening as the void between us seemed to sizzle with erotic tension. “And then I knelt over her and made her worship my cock with her tongue.”
“And was she good for you?” Leticia gasped the words. “Did she lick and suck you like the sexy submissive you wanted her to be?”
“She was sensational,” I said. “Obedient, willing, submissive, enthusiastic…”
There was another brief moment of silence. I turned away from the shower and let the hot water burst over my shoulders and down my back.
“Tell me more…” Leticia sighed.
“No,” I said, as I made the decision. “No more talk.” I flung open the shower door and my hand snapped out. Leticia was right in front of me. I seized her wrist and dragged her into the shower. She squealed with fright and surprise, but it was already too late. I pushed her up against the shower wall and pinned her shoulders to the tiles.
Within seconds her clothes were soaked as if she had been caught in a summer storm. She opened her mouth to protest but I covered her lips with a smoldering kiss and tore at her blouse. The fabric ripped. Leticia gasped in horror and wrenched her mouth from mine.
“This blouse cost two-hundred dollars!” she protested.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I snarled. “I have a thousand dollar hunger for you.”
I peeled the shreds of her blouse from her shoulders and unsnapped the clasp of her bra. I hunted her breasts with my mouth and Leticia threw back her head and cried out in a moment of raw passion. My hands were everywhere at once, my mouth ravenous. I felt Leticia’s fingers wrap around the iron-bar of my shaft and begin to stroke me.
“Oh, God!” she cried out. I bit her shoulder and felt the fingernails of her free hand claw at my back. She was crushed against the cold tiles of the shower stall and I was standing with my legs braced wide before her. I tugged up the hem of her skirt and bunched the sodden fabric around her waist.
Leticia was panting, her chest heaving for air. She stared at me with wide eyes of wonder and desire and I let my own gaze drift hungrily down her body to the dark patch of her panties.
“Fuck me,” Leti
cia groaned.
“I’m going to,” I told her.
* * *
Much later, when we were in bed, Leticia lay curled against me with her head on my chest, listening to the sound of my breathing and the beat of my heart. She was drowsy, her body now soft. I was lying on my back, with my arm curled around her shoulder. Leticia nuzzled a little closer and sighed a soft sound of satisfaction.
“Where did you go today?” I asked without rancor. “I was worried about you.”
Leticia moved her head. I could feel the soft caress of her breath against my skin. “I drove to the city,” she said in a whisper. “I spent the whole day there.”
“Doing what?”
“Wandering,” she said as though she knew the answer was insufficient. “Thinking mainly… about what you said… about seizing life’s opportunities when they present themselves.”
I said nothing for a long time. I could hear the faint tinkle of light rain on the roof. “And did you come to any conclusions?”
Leticia took a deep breath and propped herself up on one elbow so we were looking into each other’s eyes. She shook her head in the way that people do when they wish they had a better answer.