Jonah Noble - Anticipation is everything (8 page)

“Go back to the house,” I told Leticia. “I’ll shower here and then join you in ten minutes.”

She stood slowly, her legs unsteady as though she was overcome by a wave of giddiness. She clutched at the wall and dazedly left the room.

* * *

I came quietly back into the house, bare-chested after the shower, with my shirt and jacket draped over my arm. I climbed the staircase slowly towards the bedroom, following a trail of soft breathless sounds that became louder as I drew near.

Leticia lay on her back amidst the tangle of the bed sheets with her panties stretched wide across her spread thighs and her fingers swirling frantically between the slick wet folds of her pussy. She was undulating – her body seeming to writhe and contort to each new sensation. She arched her back until she was drawn tense like a bow, and then she gasped aloud with a groan of erotic pleasure.

Her eyes were screwed tightly shut. I could see the heaving swell of her breasts as they pressed against the confines of her bra. She was oblivious to me and to the world – lost in an erotic fantasy as she teased and touched herself to the very brink of an orgasm.

I stood quietly on the threshold of the bedroom, watching her with rapt fascination. She slid two of her fingers deep within herself and her mouth fell wide open. Her breathing became a series of ragged pants, and then her body began to turn rigid – as if she was gradually freezing. It started with the clenched muscles of her neck and crept down her abdomen until her legs were splayed stiffly before her and the only movement was the thrust of her wrist. She was going to come… and I crept a little closer to watch the expression on her face at the precious moment of her release.

Leticia came in a long low throaty moan of pent-up desire, twisting herself and kicking out with her legs as the tension burst from her body in a white-hot instant of erotic release. I stood over her, still wet from the shower, still hard and aroused. Her eyes fluttered open and it seemed that she was returning from a place far, far away. She saw me by the bed and her gaze came into focus.

“Fuck me!” she said. “Don’t talk – don’t ask anything, Jonah. Just fuck me please!”

* * *

I had expected the following morning to be fraught with brittle tension, but I was wrong. Leticia was bright and chirping as a bird. She cooked breakfast and chatted openly about the night before and the powerful arousing impact of watching Cameron and me in bed together.

“It was just incredible,” she shook her head slowly and gave me a coy little smile. “Awesome, in fact.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Awesome? You’re a highly trained journalist, gifted with words and expressions. You’re intelligent and articulate… and the best description you can come up with is one word that has been denigrated to something similar to slang?”

Leticia waved aside my protest. She was bubbling with a joy I had not seen for many months.

“It was truly erotic,” she clarified for my sake. “I worried that the whole scene might be crude, or somehow fill me with jealous rage… but it wasn’t anything like that! It was sensual, sexy as hell, and… and I want Cameron to stay with us.”

I kept my expression neutral. “You don’t want her to stay at a hotel and just visit for each training session?”

“No,” Leticia shook her head decisively. “I want the relationship to be more intimate than that. I think that’s part of the appeal for me. I didn’t look upon last night as you cheating on me with another woman – nothing like that. Somehow the personal nature of what we were sharing made everything okay.”

I shrugged. Leticia went to the refrigerator and brought a glass of orange juice to the kitchen table. She set it down in front of me, leaning provocatively close as she did so. Her hand slid across the edge of the table and fell deliberately into my lap.

“I’m still very, very aroused,” she whispered hoarsely. “I keep playing every detail of last night over and over in my mind.”

As if it had a will of its own, her hand became more insistent. I felt the pressure of her palm and then the demand of her fingers as she tugged at the zip of my pants. She reached down and let out a soft little sigh of delight when she wrapped her hand around my growing erection.

“Don’t start something you aren’t willing to finish,” I warned Leticia. I sat back in the chair as her hand lightly began to stroke me.

“I just want you in my mouth,” Leticia whispered. “I keep thinking about what Cam did after you had finished last night, and I’ve been fantasizing about how you would have tasted after…”

I stood up from the table. Leticia was behind me, her body pressed against my back, her hand reaching around so that she could grip me. She had her free arm wrapped across my chest like a brace. I closed my eyes, felt the press of her breasts. Leticia’s mouth was against my ear so that I could feel the warm tingle of her every breath.

I felt myself harden quickly. I inhaled a deep breath. Leticia’s mouth nuzzled at my neck.

Her touch was skilled and trained. I let the images of sex with Cameron burst back across my mind. Flashes of erotica played like a film until at last I felt Leticia move. When I opened my eyes again she was on her knees before me. She looked up into my face, still stroking me lightly. Then she opened her mouth wide with slow deliberation. She licked her lips in a tease and then leaned forward to wrap the softness of her lips around the swell of my erection. Her eyes closed and I felt the swab of her tongue as though she were fantasizing about exploring the taste of Cameron. She suddenly became ravenous, and I heard the soft grunts of sound that attested to her willing efforts.

My hands went instinctively to her head, tangling my fingers in her hair. I slitted my eyes – and saw Cameron standing suddenly outside the double glass sliding doors. I looked down into Leticia’s face. Her eyes came open and drifted up to mine, her mouth still working contentedly along my shaft.

“Cam is right outside,” I said softly.

Leticia balked, aghast with sudden panic. She tried to stand up but I held her down on her knees. Her mouth slid off my cock and became a wrenched expression of horror.

“Jonah!”

“No!” I said firmly. “I warned you not to start something you couldn’t finish.” There was a dominant snap in my eyes and Leticia seemed to wilt before the force of it. “Besides, she needs to learn how to please me with her mouth and hands. This might be instructive.”

I waved Cameron inside and then drew Leticia’s mouth back onto my cock. For a moment she was stiff and resisting, made awkward by knowing Cam was watching. I pushed forward with my hips and my cock nudged against the back of Leticia’s throat. Her eyes flew wide… and then became soft and submissive. She tentatively fluttered her tongue along my length and then began to massage me again with the pressure of her lips.

Cameron stood in the threshold of the kitchen doors for long moments, her eyes drifting to where Leticia knelt, and then coming back to read the expression on my face. I gestured to the chair where I had been sitting just a few minutes earlier.

“Watch and learn,” I said. Cameron sat obediently. Leticia had her eyes screwed tightly shut and there was a flush of deep red embarrassment on her cheeks. Cameron dropped into the chair and her eyes became huge and solemn.

Cameron watched for several minutes like an attentive student. Slowly Leticia relaxed. Finally I withdrew myself from Leticia’s mouth and turned my gaze back to Cameron. I pointed to the floor and she dropped immediately to her knees.

“Now it’s your turn,” I said.

Cameron opened her mouth.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I commanded, and then thrust myself forcefully into her mouth. Her eyes were wide and began to water. I laced my fingers at the back of her head and held her still. I thrust with my hips, using her mouth and watching the reactions on her face closely.

I had expected Leticia to stay where she was kneeling but she did not. Instead she retreated to the far side of the kitchen, and I realized that it was not the close-up images of sex that were the trigger of her arousal. It was the wide-shot – the scene in its entirety that offered disconnected voyeuristic excitement, laced with a tinge of intimacy that came from knowing the people she was watching.

Leticia’s lips were still puffy from pleasuring me. She leaned her back against the countertop. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Her demure nature prohibited her from reaching inside her panties and pleasuring her pussy – but I knew instinctively that was the thing she wanted to do more than anything else.

I turned my attention back to Cam.

She was taking the length of my cock without resistance. Her eyes were closed, her jaw slack. There was no tension in her neck, and I let my hands fall to my side as I continued to buck and lunge my hips across her lips and the flat of her tongue. She was completely pliant and willing. I grunted my satisfaction.

“Good girl,” I praised her. “You please me greatly.” I cupped one hand under her chin and slowed the tempo of each push so that I could feel the exquisite sensations of her mouth and the wet clamp of her lips as I slid back and forth. I clenched my muscles and the length of my shaft swelled and then leaped against the roof of her mouth. Cameron did not flinch.

When I withdrew my cock at last I was convinced that Cameron was indeed submissive. She had surrendered her mouth to me without question, without hesitation. She had made herself available for my use, my pleasure, and seemed to take satisfaction in serving me.

“Remain kneeling,” I said gruffly. There was a linen napkin on the kitchen table. I folded it into a broad triangle and then wrapped it across her eyes. I knotted the blindfold at the back of her head. “And keep your mouth open,” I said.

I backed away and went across the kitchen to Leticia. My cock was hard and still wet from Cameron’s mouth. I gently put my hands on Leticia’s shoulder and she buckled at the knees, unresisting… perhaps even willing.

I was close to coming. Leticia worked her tongue and mouth with hungry gulps, concentrating on just the last two inches of my shaft. When I was on the brink of exploding, my body coiled tense and compressed as a giant spring, she took me deep down her throat and I felt myself erupt in release.

“I want you to share with Cameron,” I hissed through gritted teeth as the first rush of my orgasm exploded white-hot in Leticia’s mouth. I saw the uncertainty in Leticia’s eyes. I held myself between her lips until the sensation of coming had passed. Then I lifted her to her feet.

“She’s kneeling, waiting with her mouth open,” I guided Leticia across the kitchen. “Trickle my come into her mouth.”

Leticia looked wide-eyed for an instant, the understanding registering on her face. Her mouth was closed, her cheeks puffed. Her lips were slick with the residue of my release. She stood facing Cameron and leaned over, setting her hands on Cameron’s shoulders for balance.

“Lift your face up,” I said gruffly to Cameron and she obeyed instantly. Leticia swept the tendrils of her hair aside with a practiced toss of her head, and then let my seed seep slowly from the corner of her lips. It trickled into Cameron’s open mouth and she swallowed.

I stood back and watched. Last night Leticia had been a passive voyeur. This morning she had, in a way, become a remote and disconnected participant.

I began to wonder about her limits – how far she would be willing to go if the opportunity presented itself…

* * *

We arranged for Cameron’s luggage to be brought from the hotel in Grove’s Crossing and she spent the rest of the day settling into the bungalow while I retreated to my office.

In reality, there was little work that needed my attention, but it was important that I keep distance between Cameron and myself.
‘Familiarity breeds contempt’
, is an age-old saying, and one I happen to know for sure to be true. In any relationship where there is a hierarchy, becoming close and too personally involved with those you must lead or command is fraught with perils.

Cameron needed to obey me. She needed to respect my role as her training Master. Friendship and familiarity were never on the agenda. For personal reasons, too, this made good sense. Leticia’s level of comfort revolved around the understanding that I would never become emotionally attached to Cameron. The less time we now spent together between training sessions, the more assured Leticia would be made to feel.

For Leticia though, it was a different matter. She chatted amiably with Cameron about fashion, her work, and all the other things that women talk about on a superficial level. It was as if Leticia felt she needed to bridge the gap between them – to become friendly for reasons I never quite understood.

Perhaps she took comfort and security from knowing Cameron on some personal level. Perhaps it made her more assured about the woman’s intentions.

We never talked about it.

* * *

“So what happens next?” Leticia pushed open the big dungeon door and leaned her hip against the wall of the office. I glanced up. She had her arms folded across her chest. She was wearing a dress I had never seen her in before – a short floral sundress. There was a tint of the sun’s warm color on her shoulders. Afternoon light spilled through the office window.