Page 14 of In Love With a Master (Interview With a Master 2)

“Come and stand here,” I said simply. “I’m going to undress you. I want to see you naked.”

It was a defining moment – it was the last instant that Leticia had to back away and change her mind from the course we had agreed our relationship would take. She hesitated for just an instant, and then came to me shyly, moving in the gloom with her eyes lowered until we stood together at the foot of the bed.

“Look at me.”

Leticia slowly lifted her face until I was staring into her eyes. Her poise seemed to have deserted her. She clasped her hands before her defensively. “I don’t think I am going to be very good for you.” Her words were barely audible, a throaty whisper of sudden fear and uncertainty. Her lips were trembling with the force of her nervousness.

“All you have to fear are your own inhibitions,” I said softly, gazing fixedly at her. “I will do nothing to harm you in any way. I don’t want to cause you pain – I want to give us both pleasure. But you need to drag yourself out of that little girl mindset you have. You need to dare to challenge yourself to try new things. You can’t grow as a woman, and you can’t grow sexually unless you are prepared to trust me and to stretch your limits by going to places you have never been before and doing things you had never been willing to try before.”

I took her in my arms and I felt the rigidity go from her body as Leticia arched her back in a voluptuous movement that drew the muscles of her back taut. I traced the line of her spine downwards, feeling each rounded knuckle of bone with my fingertips as though I were playing a musical instrument. Leticia shuddered beneath the soft touch of my hands and she tilted her hips forward and moved her weight so that I felt the press of her pelvis hard against me.

I drew in a sharp breath, feeling myself pulse with life within the confines of my pants, and Leticia gave a gasp that became a slow breathless little moan.

“You will come for me tonight,” I said.

It wasn’t a question.

It was a command.

“You will give yourself to me willingly, and you will do as I say.”

Leticia blinked, and then nodded her head slowly in solemn understanding. “Do I get a safeword?”

I stared. “What do you know about safewords?”

“I have been doing some research…” Leticia confessed with a guilty shrug. “I read that a safeword is something a Master gives to his submissive so that she can put an end to what is happening if she feels what they’re doing is too harsh or too extreme, or hurts…”

I nodded.

As a general rule I don’t believe in safewords. In all of my previous relationships, the women who submitted to me were experienced in the lifestyle, or gave me their absolute trust. For me, safewords had always been something that would only ever be needed if a Master lost control of his own passions… and that was something that had never happened to me.

But Leticia was someone very different. She was curious about the lifestyle, not immersed in it.

I smiled kindly. “Of course,” I said. “Your safeword is panther.”

“Panther…” Leticia repeated the word as though it were something important she should memorize.

“But don’t utter the word unless you are really sure you cannot go any further,” I warned her gently. “Safe words are designed to keep you safe from harm, not from feeling uncomfortable or challenged.”

Leticia nodded gravely. She was taking everything I said very seriously.

I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her gently on the lips. “Do not move,” I whispered. “I’m going to undress you.”

There was a long pause, and I let the seconds draw out, heightening her sense of anticipation. I turned her away from me as I ran my fingers slowly across her shoulder until my hands were light around her throat. I could feel the warmth of her body radiating through her clothes as I pressed myself against her back.

I unfastened the top button of her blouse.

“Undressing a woman is an experience, not a task,” I said. “Each layer removed reveals something exquisite – something beautiful. Unwrapping a woman before taking her to bed is like a long, slow walk through a gallery of fine artworks – each piece is to be admired and enjoyed before moving on to the next.”

I unfastened the second button of her blouse, and my words remained a soft, sensual whisper in her ear. I could feel her trembling, as if tiny electric currents were jolting up the length of her spine each time my fingers brushed against her soft, warm flesh.

I unfastened the third button of her blouse, lingering and enjoying the feel of her before the moment when I turned her around to face me again and gazed, at last, upon the masterpiece that was this woman’s beautiful body.

I drew Leticia’s blouse slowly off her shoulders and reached around behind her with one hand to unfasten her bra. The clasp sprung open and I heard Leticia hiss a sharp breath of rising panic. I slid the bra off her arms and gently caressed the soft, creamy flesh of one of her breasts with my finger. Leticia’s nipples hardened and changed color to a deep ruby red.

“You are very beautiful,” I said, and lowered my mouth to her breast.

Leticia arched her back and groaned as I took her into my mouth and teased her nipple with my lips. I wrapped my arms around her waist to lock our bodies together and felt her fingers entwine around my neck. I could hear the racing thump of her heart. Her whole body seemed alive and trembling. My mouth slid across to her other breast and then I kissed my way up over her shoulder to her throat so that she threw her head back and a soft whimper escaped from her lips.

“Oh, Jonah…”

I ran my hands slowly down across the flat of Leticia’s abdomen, feeling the warmth and firm resilience of her body. I felt the sudden intake of a sharp breath as my hands settled on the front of her jeans and unfastened the button. I drew the zipper of her jeans down slowly and then slid the palm of my hand inside the denim so that it was pressed against the silk of her panties and cupping the warm, moist heat of her sex. Leticia gasped again, standing rigid, but her body aching to respond to my touch. She shifted her weight to make it easier for me and as she did so I felt her rock her hips. My fingers pressed the silky fabric of her panties firmly against her so that I could feel the folds and flesh of her beneath my touch.

“You’re shaved,” I said softly. “I like that very much.”

Leticia’s eyes came slowly open like she was waking from a dream but her expression was earnest. “I remembered when I interviewed you that you said you liked that.”

“I certainly do,” I said and then stepped away from her so that she swayed on her feet without me to cling to. “Take off the jeans.”

Leticia slowly began to pull down her pants, wiggling her hips until they were a bundle around her feet. She stepped lightly aside and stood before me in just a pair of white panties.

“The panties too,” I said.

Leticia took one last deep breath like she was trying to inhale all the air in the room, and then she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs. She stood there awkwardly, seeming to cringe under the heat of my gaze. She made a move to cover herself with her hands and I pointed a warning finger at her. “Don’t do that,” I said. “I want to look at you.”

Leticia shifted uncomfortably. Her hands fell to her sides and she tried to hold my gaze with a spark of sudden proud defiance. She had every right to feel proud – her body was exquisite, perfect in every way. She was young, and her skin had the healthy glow of her youth. The lines of her body were tender and taunting – an open invitation in living flesh. My eyes wandered down her figure with a rapt expression to the paler triangle of flesh above the cleft of her sex. “Spread your legs for me.”

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