Page 8 of Jonah Noble - Anticipation Is Everything (Interview With a Master 2.5)

I went to the front door and opened it.

Cameron Wylde was a stunning young woman. She had a slim, athletic figure and long hair that looked more blonde than brown under the porch lights. She had dazzling blue eyes and a pretty face that was distorted just a little by a nervous smile. She stood on the front step in a short black dress that clung to the contours and swells of her figure like a second skin. She was clutching a small black purse in one hand… and she was shaking.

“Cameron, I’m Jason Luke,” I said calmly. “So glad you could make it.”

The smile shifted on her face and her eyes became enormous. She looked on the brink of tears, standing in the doorway like a timid forest animal on the verge of flight. I took her hand and felt the tremble of her fingers.

“Hello,” her voice wavered and then gushed. “I can’t believe any of this is happening!”

I smiled urbanely and then led her inside. Cameron stood in the small foyer uncertainly. Leticia came towards us taking small jerking steps. The women were about the same height with similar figures. They began to chat in stilted superficial conversation, each of them acutely nervous – each of them trying hard to overcome their anxieties. I tuned the conversation out and went to the bar. I poured myself a drink and then turned back to face the room.

“Do you drink?” I asked Cameron. She nodded eagerly. “I do tonight!” she said.

“What would you like?” I reached a hand under the bar. “Scotch, vodka, bourbon, gin…”

“Yes,” she said with a nervous giggle. “All of them!”

I poured her a scotch and carried it to her. She took the glass and drank like a thirsty man in a desert. I waited until the glow of the alcohol reached her cheeks and set a glistening sparkle to her eyes.

“Are you wearing panties?” I asked casually.

Cameron frowned for an instant as though she didn’t understand the question. “Yes…” she said after a pause.

I nodded. “Take them off, please.”

“What?”

I kept my face impassive and my tone perfectly reasonable. “Take off your panties,” I repeated. “And hand them to me, please.”

There was a long instant of utter silence. From the corner of my eye I could see Leticia turn so pale I thought she might faint. She had a look of shocked horror on her face.

Cameron took a deep breath. She glanced at Leticia but then her eyes were drawn like magnets back to mine. I held out my hand.

Cameron lowered her eyes, set down her glass. “Where can I…?” she started, glancing around her for doors that might lead to other rooms.

“Right here,” I said simply. “And right now, please.”

She took another breath and held it. Then she reached slowly beneath the hem of her dress and pulled down her panties. They were black lace. She handed them to me, her eyes still averted. I felt the moist, damp heat of them and could smell the heady musky scent of her arousal.

“Thank you.” I tucked the panties into my pocket and then went back to the bar to refill Cameron’s glass. I heard Leticia make a gasp in the back of her throat that sounded like a stifled sigh of arousal.

I handed Cameron a fresh drink and slid my arm casually around Leticia’s waist. I could feel her nervousness. She was breathing in short ragged gulps.

Cameron’s eyes were locked boldly on mine and there was a look of wonder and fascination in her eyes. She sipped at her drink as though the alcohol would give her courage.

“You’re the real deal, aren’t you,” she said softly.

“Yes,” I replied. “Everything about me is real, except the name. Jason Luke is a pen name. Tonight you can call me Jonah. It will make things simpler, and tomorrow… if you decide to stay with us for a week… you will call me Sir.”

We went into the dining room and Leticia and Cameron sat side by side. I stood across from them until a young woman in a starched white uniform set down plates. When she disappeared back into the kitchen I pulled Cameron’s panties from my pocket and set them in the middle of the table like a centerpiece.

I sat down without a word. Both of the women were looking at the panties. Neither of them spoke. Cameron’s face was flushed crimson with a mixture of her embarrassment and arousal.

We ate in silence and when we had all finished eating I pushed my plate aside and looked up, my gaze level and steady. Cameron seemed more relaxed and I attributed that to the effects of the alcohol. Leticia sat like a nervous schoolgirl, fidgeting in her chair. Every few seconds her eyes would dart back to the sexy pair of panties.

“What would you like to ask?” I directed my attention to Cameron. “I’m sure you have lots of questions. I’m happy to answer them all.”

Cameron thought for a moment, perhaps being careful how to address me. Finally she asked, “How did you become so confident with women? I mean… what makes you so assured of yourself?”

I thought about that and tried to form an answer that I hoped would not sound arrogant.

“I spent a lot of time talking to women,” I said carefully. “I loved them, listened to them… and then tried to put myself into their frame of mind – tried to imagine how touches and kisses would feel.”

“And that’s it?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t think it was a complicated question requiring a complex answer. Sexually, I think most women are easy to understand. Once you peel away the layers of their inhibitions and self-consciousness, they’re sexual beings with instincts only slightly different to men.”

Cameron was nodding and frowning at the same time. “Have you ever failed with a woman? Failed to arouse her?”

“Yes,” I said. “But I learn from those moments.” I thrust my hands deep into my pockets and paced across the kitchen. Cameron’s eyes followed me. Suddenly a thought occurred to me that I could use as explanation.

“My father said I should learn to be a good loser,” I said around an ironic smile. “When I was younger I wanted to win – no matter what the cost. He tried to teach me the importance and value of losing… and how to accept such setbacks.”

Then I shook my head.

“I told him I didn’t want so much experience at losing that I became good at it. I didn’t want a life of constant failures just so I could become accustomed and accepting of losing. I wanted to be a good winner. That’s what I set out to be. In love, in life – in everything.”

Cameron nodded slowly. There were elements of intrigue and fascination and curiosity in her gaze. She reached down and fidgeted with the clasp of her purse.

“Anything else?”

“Can I get your autograph?”

Suddenly she had a paperback copy of ‘The Big Book of Rules about Sex and Women’ in her hand. She held it out to me.

“Please.”

I was bemused. I signed the inside cover of the book with a flourish and handed it back to her. Cameron’s smile was one of genuine appreciation. That smile gave me pause.

There was no doubt that Cameron was submissive – a woman naturally inclined to surrender herself to the control of a Master. But she was clearly also a fan of Jason Luke. I needed to make the point clear to her.

“We chose you because you expressed a genuine desire in your email to learn more about submission,” I said to Cameron. “Not because you are a fan of my writing. I need you to understand that. This isn’t like some private author event – it’s an opportunity to learn more about the BDSM lifestyle.”

Cameron nodded. She looked almost apologetic.

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