Page 5 of Jonah Noble - Anticipation Is Everything (Interview With a Master 2.5)

“A time limit,” Leticia offered. “A kind of safeguard. Long enough for you to begin working with the woman, but with a definite finish time so that we can re-group and decide whether the whole thing is working… or whether it is tearing us apart,” Leticia pursed her lips and frowned. “A week maybe.”

I nodded again. “Would she live here for that time, in the bungalow?”

Leticia shrugged. “I guess it depends on where she is traveling from. I think I would rather we book a hotel room for her – at least to begin with.”

“Where? The nearest city is three hours away?”

“Groves Crossing,” Leticia said. The Crossing was a little tourist town about thirty minutes away. I nodded.

“You’re hedging your bets,” I observed without rancor.

“Yes,” Leticia admitted. “Of course I am, Jonah. I want to try this, but I also want to be able to restrict the impact if it’s simply too much for me to deal with. I still can’t quite get a grasp on how I am going to feel watching you having sex with another woman and training her.”

I was nodding my head again. My previous experiences had always been devoid of the weight of emotions such as love. They had been encounters for physical pleasure.

“There’s one more thing…” Leticia said slowly, and I could tell by the tone of her voice that what she was about to say would be significant. “I don’t want you to orgasm with these women. I want you to train them, teach them, make them submit and engage in the sex you need to do that… but I don’t want you to orgasm.”

I flinched, replayed Leticia’s words and understanding the point she was making. “You want each training session to be like an extended foreplay – for us?”

“Yes!” Leticia said. “I want you to keep that one special thing for me, Jonah.”

I nodded slowly. “Do you want the woman to know that you will be watching – peeping?”

Leticia shook her head. “I don’t want any secrets,” Leticia said gravely. “The woman needs to know that I will be in the room while she is being trained. I don’t want to spy… I want to spectate.”

* * *

Two days later Leticia came to my office and knocked discreetly on the door. It wasn’t an ordinary door, because this wasn’t my old office. Gone were all the familiar furnishings and the dark sense of despair that had seemed to seep from the walls that surrounded me, and in its place was a long, almost unfurnished room that held merely my desk and a chair.

The door had been built by a local carpenter to resemble something that might have barricaded a dungeon. Made of heavy timber and aged to look ancient, it had an authentic sense of menace and formidability.

I liked it.

“Come in,” I said. I shut down the computer and turned in the chair. Leticia was standing on the threshold wearing tight blue jeans and a light sweater. She looked very beautiful – all the more so because she wasn’t trying to. She had a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of her nose so that she looked like every schoolboy’s dream of a naughty librarian. She snatched them off and flashed me an unfathomable smile that could have meant anything.

“I’ve narrowed the search down to three,” she said. There was a sheath of papers in her hand, and she waved them like a fan.

“Three what?” I steepled my fingers together and took note of the lovely shape of her figure – the hourglass swell of her hips and the narrowness of her waist. In the two years we had been together she had become even more beautiful in my eyes – a smart and sexy young woman with the probing curiosity of a potentially great journalist.

“Three women,” Leticia explained. She came towards me and laid the pages she carried out on the desk like a winning poker hand. She pointed at the top page. It was a lengthy email and beneath it was a series of reasonable quality photos.

I scanned the papers quickly then directed all my attention to Leticia. “Women you feel would be suitable as submissives?” I asked.

“Yes,” Leticia said. “The woman on top is the one I like most.”

I looked back down at the pages with new interest. “Why?”

Leticia shrugged. “I read the letter she sent you and between the fangirl lines, she seems to have a genuine interest in learning the art of submission. It’s there, but it’s not there, Jonah,” Leticia said as though compelling me to understand her feminine intuition. “It’s a sense I get from what she wrote – and it’s backed up by the comments she makes on social media.”

I looked up into Leticia’s face. “You’ve been investigating these women?”

She shrugged dismissively as though the answer was obvious… or the question was ridiculous.

“Of course,” she said. “I’ve even spoken to them.”

That surprised me. “On what pretense?”

“I thanked them for their messages of support on behalf of Jason Luke, and then edged into a conversation. This lady…” Leticia took the handful of pages from me and rifled through them. She held up a photo of a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She had a slim figure and long chestnut colored hair that hung down across her shoulders. “This lady and I talked for over an hour. That’s how I know she is the most suitable. It was in her voice, in her words…”

“Is she single?”

“Yes, of course,” Leticia frowned. “Otherwise I would not have chosen her.”

“Has she been single for long?”

“Seven months. She separated from her boyfriend when she suddenly realized she wanted more from the relationship.”

“More?”

“Self discovery,” Leticia said patiently. “She’s on a journey, Jonah. She’s a fan for sure – she loves your writing – but more than that, she identifies with the submissive lifestyle. It’s something that resonates in the depths of her soul.”

I arched a quizzical eyebrow. “You got all that from an hour long conversation?”

Leticia took up the challenge. She propped her hands on her hips and fixed me with a glare of defiance. “Couldn’t you tell the same thing from spending ten minutes with a woman?”

Yes, actually. I could.

I nodded my

head to concede the point. Leticia was a good journalist. She had clearly done a lot of research. I trusted her instincts because I had to. More than anything else it was important that she select and approve of the woman I would train. Her peace of mind required it.

I read through the woman’s email message carefully, grunting occasionally as words or phrases seemed to leap off the page. This was much more than a message from a fan. I read down to the bottom of the message.

“Cameron Wylde?”

Leticia nodded.

I frowned. “That’s her real name?”

“Yes,” Leticia confirmed. “But her friends call her Cam, or Cammy.”

I looked again at the photo Leticia had found, trying to match the name with the photo. “Where does she live?”

“Chicago.”

I nodded slowly then got out of the chair. There was a window on the far side of the room with a view across the property’s back lawns. I stared out at the morning, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face.

“Did you… say anything to her about what you had in mind?” I asked the question delicately, like I was probing a tender wound.

“No,” Leticia shook her head. “I thought that might be best left to you. I think you should phone her.”

* * *

Tact and patience are not words I am terribly familiar with. I understand the concepts, but lack the delicacy needed for drawn-out negotiation. This doesn’t bother me. It’s in my nature to get straight to the point when I talk to people.

I picked up the phone and Leticia began to recite the numbers. Suddenly she seemed to realize that it would be me making the phone call. She clutched at my arm urgently so that I stopped dialing.

“What are you going to say?” she was suddenly red-faced and flustered with panic.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’ll work that out when I start talking to her.” I dialed the next number and then flashed Leticia a bemused smile. “I think I’ll just be my normal self.”

“Oh, God no, Jonah!” she seemed to recoil in abject horror. “This isn’t just any old phone call. You’ve never spoken to this woman before. She’s not even expecting you to call her,” Leticia’s voice of protest rose and began to tremble. “Can’t you be… different… more, um, delicate?”

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