Page 20 of Jonah Noble - Anticipation Is Everything (Interview With a Master 2.5)

“No,” she admitted. “I’m sorry, Jonah, but I’m still undecided. I walked for hours, drove for hours. I wandered the streets and tried to rationalize everything.” She shrugged then, and looked suddenly very drawn and tired. “I just don’t know if I can take this thing with Cameron to the next level.”

I sensed there was more Leticia wanted to say. There was a sudden thoughtful frown on her brow, but the seconds ticked past in absolute silence. Finally she sighed and there was a tremor of uncertainty in the sound of her breath.

“Jonah… I need to know something – something important,” she began at last. Her eyes darted away and then came back reluctantly.

“What’s worrying you?”

“Us,” Leticia said. “You and me.” She shifted her body against me again and I noticed that now she seemed filled with a new tension. I watched her eyes. “I’m worried what will happen if I decide not to join you and Cameron. I’m worried that my refusal is going to affect our relationship – affect the way you see me.”

I sat upright, propped my back against the headboard and pulled Leticia to me so that she came soft and seeking comfort into the embrace of my arms.

“I love you,” I said simply. “I love you for who you are. That will never change. This is not about how I feel about you. The only consequence here is how you are going to feel about yourself, Leticia.”

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I checked the time as I stood impatiently at the kitchen door. It was a few minutes past 7pm. By now Cameron would be naked on her knees and waiting uncertainly. I called out to Leticia one last time, my voice echoing around the walls of the big house, and a moment later I heard her footsteps coming tentatively across the living room. She stood at last in the kitchen doorway, her face racked with tension. She leaned against the wall as though she needed it for support. She was dressed in old jeans and a loose-fitting sweater. Her eyes were dark and fathomless.

She stared at me and her expression was a silent plea for understanding.

“I’m not coming with you,” she said softly.

I felt my body become rigid. I nodded my head stiffly.

“Very well,” I said.

There was no tone to my voice, no inflection to betray my disappointment, but I felt myself begin to shut down. I turned and went out into the star-filled night without once looking back.

I let myself in through the front door of the bungalow and stood silently for a moment. I could hear Cameron in the bedroom, and see her shadow leap and bounce across the hallway wall. Near where I stood, Cameron’s suitcases were packed and waiting inside the front door – a poignant reminder that this would be her last night here – her last night of submissive training and sex.

I went down the narrow hallway and stood at the bedroom door. Cameron had heard me arrive. She was getting settled on her knees, her eyes downcast, her back perfectly straight. She had her hands clasped behind her in the basic pose of a submissive. Her body seemed to glow with the tinted golden color from the bedside lamp.

I peeled off my jacket, unknotted my tie. I came into the bedroom and stood close behind her. I sensed Cameron’s body shudder with a delicious thrill of anticipation.

I had the silk tie still in my hands. I knotted it around her eyes as a blindfold and then went across the room and lowered myself into the chair.

“Pleasure yourself,” I said. Despite all my efforts I could hear the hollow ring in my words. I berated myself. Leticia’s decision had disappointed me, but it had been her decision alone to make. Cameron’s experience should not be affected. I was better than that – a better Master. It was important for me to shrug off my personal feelings: Cameron’s experience should be untainted by my emotions.

Cameron reached between her parted thighs and her fingers began to flick across the nub of her clit. She strummed herself as if her body were a beautiful musical instrument. I saw the passion begin to play across her features, the subtle change in her breathing as she touched herself with such intimate gestures that to watch her was almost beautifully mesmerizing.

The look on a woman’s face in the throes of passion is like a roadmap to her very soul. I could see the color in Cameron’s cheeks, the enigmatic curve of her lips. I could hear the rise and fall of her husky breathing and the tiny furrows of her concentration. It was all there – and I read every emotion as though it were a chart that detailed the inexorable journey towards her release.

At last Cameron’s mouth fell open in a soft moan and her body began to undulate. She gasped aloud and arched her spine, threw her head back as if she could stare at the ceiling.

I waited patiently until the final tremors of her orgasm subsided. Her breathing was ragged, her body now slumped and spent from the power of her release. The flush of color on her cheeks slowly diffused, drifting down her body and spreading across her chest and breasts.

And then the most remarkable thing happened.

The most erotic, sensual moment I had ever experienced.

Leticia stepped into the room, wearing thigh-high black boots and a matching black pair of panties and bra. She stood in the doorway, and I gaped at her, my expression incredulous. The boots were shiny, with a crisscross of laces that went all the way to the knees. The panties and bra were so brief as to be almost unnecessary. It was lingerie I had never seen her wear before. She came to the side of the bed, and stood for a moment beside where Cameron was kneeling blindfolded. I could see appalling strain on Leticia’s face, as though she were screwing up every ounce of her courage. She sat down on the edge of the mattress and spread her legs wide. She was looking at me – her gaze wild and frenetic. Then she reached for Cameron and pulled the submissive woman’s face gently between her parted legs.

“Lick me,” Leticia insisted. She hooked one finger inside the lace of her panties and pulled the fabric aside. I watched mesmerized for a moment. Cameron leaned slowly forward… and then Leticia’s eyes fluttered and seemed to roll up into the back of her head. She let out a low throaty moan and slumped back on her elbows. Cameron was licking her pussy and the shock and delicious delight of the experience was written plain and large across Leticia’s face.

I rose from the chair like a man in the midst of a perfect dream. I went to the edge of the bed. Leticia was gnawing on her lip as though to stifle a deep groan of satisfaction.

“You said you weren’t coming,” I said softly.

Leticia shook her head. “I said I wasn’t coming with you.” She winked at me and then licked her lips lasciviously. “Now give me something to do with my mouth.”

I bent over the bed and kissed Leticia deeply. I could taste the courage of whisky on her lips. Her breathing became more urgent. I tore my eyes open, feasting on the sight of Cameron on her knees, nestled between Leticia’s spread legs. My hands cupped Leticia’s breasts as the kiss became more fierce, more passionate. I felt the jutting urgent press of her nipple and I rolled it teasingly between my fingers.

When we broke the kiss at last, Leticia’s abdomen was concaving and tensing with every new flicker of Cameron’s willing tongue. I saw Leticia’s hands bunch into fists. She was clawing at the bed sheets, the tension in her rising as Cameron’s mouth and tongue found the sensitive treasures of Leticia’s body and tormented them.

I undressed quickly. I was impossibly hard. Leticia reached for me with one of her hands and her touch was familiar and skilled.

I knelt on the bed beside her, and Leticia craned her neck to take the swollen tip of me between her soft lips. I cradled her head to take the pressure from her neck. She engulfed me hungrily and then I felt the swirling flicker of her tongue. It was not what I expected, the rhythm something new and unfamiliar. I sensed she was mirroring the play of Cameron’s tongue across her pussy – treating me to the same wicked sensations that she was feeling from our submissive. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the pleasure until my need became too urgent to be satisfied completely in this way. I wanted more. I wanted Cameron and I wanted Leticia.

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I sensed it was time to take control.

I eased myself off the bed and went behind where Cameron was kneeling. Her perfect ass was high in the air, her knees parted so that I could see the sullen pouting lips of her wet pussy as she continued to service Leticia with her tongue. I brushed the swell of my cock against Cameron’s pussy for a long moment, and then slid myself slowly and deeply inside her.

Cameron lifted her mouth from between Leticia’s spread legs for an instant and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. She rested her cheek on Leticia’s thigh, her mouth open, her lips inflamed and slick with the juices of Leticia’s sex. I rocked my hips and began to thrust in a rhythm. I saw Leticia’s fingers twirling within the tangles of Cameron’s hair and then she gently, but insistently, guided Cameron’s mouth back to her pussy.

Propped up on her elbows, Leticia and I gazed at each other between the woman we shared. Leticia’s expression was unfathomable. Her eyes were like deep dark pools of wonder and fascination. I saw her gaze drift from my face, down across my chest and then linger at the point where my cock disappeared between the lips of Cameron’s pussy as though she wished she could see more. I narrowed my eyes, and dug my fingers into the flesh of Cameron’s hips. Her back was arched, her breasts swaying gently with each plunging stroke. She rocked back against me to meet each thrust until the rhythm between our three connected bodies was in perfect sexual sync. I heard Leticia sigh and then mutter something incoherent. Cameron seemed to understand. She lifted her face, and Leticia tore the blindfold from the woman’s eyes.

Suddenly Leticia was sliding off the bed. I watched her as Cameron swayed in time with my body. Leticia unfastened her bra and peeled her panties down her thighs. She knelt beside me, wrapped her arm around my waist, and I felt her pushing with me as if to make each stroke reach even deeper inside the gripping depths of Cameron’s pussy. I turned my head and Leticia and I kissed. It was a moment of sizzling passion. Her mouth was fierce and desperate. She sucked my tongue between her lips as if trying to devour me.

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