Page 15 of Jonah Noble - Anticipation Is Everything (Interview With a Master 2.5)

As far as I was concerned, I had heard everything I needed to hear. The meeting was adjourned.

I said nothing more.

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When I arrived at the bungalow that evening, Cameron was waiting for me in the bedroom. She was wearing just a pair of panties. Her hair was wet, her body still dewed by drops of water from a shower. She stood attentively with her hands clasped behind her back, her feet spread, and her eyes downcast. She had her shoulders back, drawing my gaze to the proud rounded thrust of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard.

“Pleasure yourself,” I said. It was my custom to insist my submissives make themselves stand before me and come at the beginning of each training session. There were two reasons for this – first, I wanted the woman to orgasm at the start of each time we were together. Then, if I decided that session would be focused only on my pleasure, the woman had already orgasmed and would not feel entirely frustrated… unless I wanted to leave her in a heightened state at the end of the session as a torturous form of punishment.

The second reason was to ensure the woman was comfortable and uninhibited when with me. There could be no room for reticence or reluctance: I wanted my submissives to be without the inhibition of their own self-consciousness. This method had proved effective over many years.

Cameron had already become accustomed to the routine. She slid her hand down inside the waistband of her panties obediently and I saw the press and bulge of her knuckles against the sheer fabric as her fingers found the folds of her pussy and began to explore.

I watched her dispassionately. Her arousal came like a slow sunrise – the hint and glow of her excitement touching the flesh of her cheeks before the fiery blaze of her passion became apparent. She had her eyes closed, her mouth open, gasping for breath. I saw a tiny ripple of excitement tremble through her body and then she clamped her mouth shut and furrowed her brow as if trying desperately to hold the image of some erotic fantasy in the grips of her imagination long enough for her to climax.

I glanced over my shoulder. The bedroom door was closed. Leticia was nowhere to be seen. I turned back to watch Cameron’s face flush with release as she finally sobbed through her orgasm.

She stood, trembling and hunched for several seconds, catching her breath and controlling the aftershocks of her climax. When she finally opened her eyes and slowly lifted her face to mine, there was still a hint of hectic excitement in the flicker of her gaze.

“Take off your panties, and then bend over the chair,” I said. I gestured with my hand to the chair where Leticia had sat each evening.

Cameron dutifully tugged her damp panties down her thighs and then stepped around the foot of the bed. She went to the straight-backed chair and glanced one last time at me from over the smooth brown skin of her shoulder.

“Like this?” she asked softly. She bent at the waist, almost as if she were folding her body in two. She had her arms braced on the seat of the chair to support her. Her hair fell down across her face.

I went behind her and took an appreciative look at the feminine shape of her figure. Her legs were long and toned, her bottom perfect in its symmetry. I kicked her legs apart with a sudden sexy growl and heard Cameron’s breath jam unexpectedly in her throat.

I reached between her parted legs, traced the tip of my fingers across the swollen moist lips of her pussy. The sound in Cameron’s throat became something like a hum. I unzipped my pants slowly and then stepped out of my clothes. I was deliberately taking my time. I wanted Cameron to be writhing with a sense of anticipation… and I was expecting Leticia to arrive at any moment.

I pushed the swollen heat of my cock between Cameron’s legs and felt the hungry wet invitation of her sex. She gave a little gasp and wriggled her hips.

I looked back one last time to the bedroom door. There was no sign of Leticia – no sound of her in the hallway. I considered the implications of that for an instant and then turned my attention back to Cameron. She had come from Chicago for a glimpse into the lifestyle of a submissive. I clamped my hands tightly on her hips as though to trap her body in a vice – and then I thrust my cock deep inside her with a single lunge that overwhelmed my senses and left her panting ragged breaths.

Cameron shuddered – a tremor of her body that started in the back of her thighs and then carried all the way through to her arms. She tried to push back to meet the demanding thrust of my cock but she had no leverage. I dug my fingers into the firm flesh of her hips as a warning to remain perfectly still.

I withdrew my cock, left just the first inch of myself inside her and cupped the palm of my hand. I spanked the fleshy cheek of her bottom several times until the flesh there began to burn crimson. Cameron began to whimper, a blend of pleasurable pain and frustration. I leaned forward with my hips and another inch of my shaft buried itself inside her pussy. Cameron stopped whimpering and seemed to hold her breath, as though bracing herself for what might come.

I smiled knowingly to myself. How many men in such a situation could possibly resist the wet gripping sensation of a woman’s pussy? How many men would forego discipline at this point and merely surrender to the primal urge to fuck?

Most men.

Not all men.

Not me.

I withdrew myself completely from her and she seemed to collapse and go soft. I dropped onto one knee and pulled apart the cheeks of her bottom. Her sex was wet and swollen with her excitement. I inhaled the aromatic scent of her pussy and then slowly drew the flat of my tongue along the folds of her like an artist making broad bold strokes of his brush. Cameron seized tight in an instant – every muscle in her body tensing. I hunted her clit with the tip of my tongue and strummed the sensitive jutting nub like a musician. Cameron was rocking slowly over the chair. When the taste of her was like wine on my tongue, I stood slowly and spanked her again.

“Do not expect anything from me,” I said in a sharp tone of command. “Anticipation will leave you aroused and frustrated, because what you anticipate will never eventuate.” I gave her another cupped-handed spank – designed to create more noise than inflict pain. “You must leave your mind empty, make your body a blank canvas. It is for me to use, to color and create emotion, arousal and desire. Anything you expect or want will only lead to despair. Surrender yourself to me completely – and the rewards will be orgasms more intense than you could ever imagine.”

Cameron sucked in a long tremulous breath. “Yes, Master!” she said in the voice of one who wanted to be made a true believer. “I will!”

I thrust myself back inside her, sinking the full length of my cock deep within the moist embrace of her pussy. Cameron made a stifled sound of satisfaction. I felt the instantaneous grip of her muscles as they closed around me. I inhaled a sharp breath and then began to fuck her in long slow lunges, each movement designed to be an exquisite blend of satisfaction and torment. Cameron was on her tiptoes, grunting now with each new thrust of my hips. I felt her try to push back against me once more and I stopped as if it was a form of punishment.

“Be still!” I snapped. “This is not for your pleasure, it’s for mine. You are to remain still and pliant. You are to surrender your pussy without thought of your own needs.”

I spanked her bottom again, and then leaned over her body and took a fistful of her hair. Cameron gasped at the sudden shock, and then her breathing became ragged.

I plunged myself deep inside her again. Cameron began to shudder. I found a slow, s

teady rhythm, fascinated by the delicate arch of her back, the movement of her shoulders and the quiver of her bottom as I deepened each stroke. Cameron was grunting, her face lifted so that she was staring at a blank wall. The chair began to teeter and then rock with the impact of each lunge, Cameron’s body washing helpless in the spindrift of my growing lust, like a piece of driftwood on a storm-tossed ocean. She had no control of herself – poised and off balance so that all she could do was respond and react to my will. I increased the rhythm of our bodies colliding together until the sound of flesh slapping hard against flesh filled the room.

I sensed her rather than saw her.

I knew she was there before she made a sound.

I turned my head slowly and there she was.

Leticia was standing in the doorway, her body half-hidden by the ajar door. She was watching Cameron – the sway of her breasts, the tensed arch of her back and the tented stretch of her fingers on the chair cushion. Then her gaze found mine. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a familiar flush of color high on Leticia’s cheeks. She came into the room, her movements almost feline. She was wearing just a pair of panties and a bra. She stood at the foot of the bed for a long moment with her hands clasped in front of her, almost self-consciously.

“You can stand and watch, or you can make yourself comfortable,” I narrowed my eyes. I turned my attention back to Cameron. She had realized from my words that Leticia had come into the room. I heard her moan and I understood that the sound was somehow meaningful.

Leticia crawled onto the bed and then lay on her side, moving in such a way as to avoid attention – as though I might look up and not have noticed her at all. But I had noticed her – I was aware of everything. I ran my eyes up the length of Leticia’s long legs to the nest of her pussy. Her legs were slightly parted. She was propped up on one elbow so that the weight of her breasts within the cups of her bra made the flesh there bulge like a provocation. I let my eyes drift back down to her panties. They were damp.

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