Page 19 of Jonah Noble - Anticipation Is Everything (Interview With a Master 2.5)

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.

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