Interview with a Master (11 page)

“I felt like I was on fire. I felt like we could consume each other at that moment, and the heat would melt us both. My cock was straining in my
pants. I stood back and looked at her, feasting on the slender shape of her body and the jutting swell of her breast. She made a move to cover herself – to pull her blouse back off her shoulder – but my hand snapped out and locked around her wrist. ‘No,’ I said. ‘Not until I tell you to.’

“Something flashed in
Sherry’s eyes; it was like a flare of electricity. Her hand fell dutifully back to her side and she left herself displayed to me. She lifted her chin, and her gaze was suddenly steady and understanding. ‘Yes, sir,’ she said so softly the words barely left her mouth, and yet they rang in my ears like some great tolling bell. I knew in that instant I had found the woman I was looking for.

“I told Sherry to cancel any plans she had for the evening and to meet me back at the office an hour after work. I told her to wear lingerie. She nodded mutely, and then I gave her my permission to cover
herself. She buttoned her blouse and prodded at her hair. She was still shaking. I watched her dress, delighting in the way her delicate little fingers moved, and imagining them wrapped around the hard length of my shaft. I looked down at the smooth slim lines of her legs and followed them up to the hem of her skirt, fantasizing about how soft the flesh of her inner thigh would be to my touch, how tight her pussy would feel: how wet it would be, and how sweetly she would taste. Sherry stood obediently while I undressed her hungrily with my eyes. She was like a living, breathing sex doll – a perfect instrument for the giving of pleasure. The rest of that afternoon drifted by in a blurred haze.”

“Did she come back?”
Leticia asked.

I nodded. “I went for dinner at a local restaurant straight after work to fill in the time. When I got back to the office, Sherry was standing in the shadows under an awning by the front door, waiting for me. She was wearing a black coat and black shoes.”

“What happened?”

I smiled. “It was the start of an amazing affair,” I teased. “One of the most memorable times of my life – and I’ll tell you all about the wicked ways of Sherry
and the erotic BDSM games we played, just as soon as you answer one of
my
questions.”

Leticia
groaned. She slumped back in the deep embrace of the leather chair, like the air had been let out of her. She looked up at me with a silent plea in her eyes – which I ignored.

“When was the last time you had sex,” I asked.

“Do I really have to answer that?”

“
Do ut des.”

Leticia
sighed, and then her expression became a little guilty. “About five months ago,” she said quietly.

I thought about that for just a second. “So this was after Dwayne, right? This would have been after you had moved to the city to begin your
internship.”

Leticia
nodded. “I was lonely,” she shrugged. “I guess I missed home, maybe or missed the physical contact with a man.”

“Was it a one time thing, or was it an affair?”

“Just one time.”

“Tell me about it.”

Leticia started to protest. I stared at her and my expression was like stone. She lapsed into a brief embarrassed silence. She lowered her eyes and fixed her gaze firmly on the notepad in her lap.

“I don’t even remember his name,” she shook her head shame-facedly. “I met him at a
co-worker’s birthday party. It was a big group at a local nightclub – maybe thirty or forty people from the office and all their friends. I didn’t really know anyone apart from a few of the journalists. Everyone was drinking and dancing. I sat in the corner.”

“Were you bored?”

She shook her head, and the blonde mane of her hair swished and glinted in the soft light of the room. “I was sad,” Leticia admitted. “I was sad and lonely. I realized I was thousands of miles from home, and I was living alone. I had no real friends, no company. I had nothing but my work.” She looked up into my eyes at last. “I made a poor choice,” she said. “Not because I’m easy, Mr. Noble. I’m not that kind of girl. I made a decision because I was emotional.”

I held her gaze. “
Leticia, I’m not judging you.”

She stared at me, said nothing. Her eyes went back down to her notes. “
He was about my age. He was a friend of the birthday girl. He seemed like a decent enough boy. He wasn’t drunk, and neither was I. After we left the nightclub, he offered to drive me home. I accepted.”

“And when you got to your apartment?”

“I invited him in, and he ended up staying the night.”

Leticia
sighed. She wrung her hands like she was washing them with soap. “He was a terrible lover,” she laughed suddenly, but the sound was bitter and hollow. “Can you believe it? After making one poor decision, I ended up choosing a guy who knew less about sex than I did. The night was a disaster. I ended up sleeping on the sofa and left the bed to him. I couldn’t stand to lay near him – but it was me I was angry with. He was just a guy. I was the fool.”

I stayed silent for a moment to see if
Leticia would say more. She didn’t. “What happened in the morning?”

She shook her head incredulously. “He told me he wanted to see me again. He told me I was a far better fuck than his girlfriend, and asked if maybe we could start something discreet.”

Leticia looked up at me again and there was a dead, hollow shadow across her eyes. She leaned forward and suddenly snatched up the half-full tumbler of whisky I had poured for her. She swallowed a mouthful, and then her eyes went wide as if she had drunk poison. She tried not to choke as the alcohol fumes burned down the back of her throat and her eyes began to water.

She gasped and set the
drink carefully back down on the edge of the table. I didn’t bother to refill the glass.

“When was the last time you had an orgasm?”

Leticia flinched and her expression turned suddenly stony and cold. “I’m not going to answer that. It’s
too
personal.”

I sat back and slowly rubbed my chin. The silence
crackled with sudden tension. She stared at me and her face was filled with defiance. I narrowed my eyes and came up out of the chair with slow menace. I prowled across the room, drawing out the silence, moving in the dull gloom like I was hunting prey.

“
Leticia,” my voice had turned to ice, “if you were one of my submissives, the first thing you would learn to do is pleasure yourself in front of me. It is a condition I insist every girl I train fulfills. Each time they come to me, they must undress and stand with their legs spread and their eyes fixed on mine. I make them reach their hands down inside their panties. I make them tease their clits and slide their fingers deep inside their pussies. I make them tell me how it feels to finger-fuck themselves before their Master – and they do it, Leticia.

“
I let them get right to the edge of exploding and I tell them to wait.” I said it all in a deep, low voice, my words rumbling. “And then I tell them to come. I order them to orgasm over their fingers and soak their panties with the hot melting juice of it.
So don’t fucking tell me that asking when you had an orgasm last is too personal
.” The words flashed and sparked in the still air.

Leticia
held my gaze for one more split second of defiance, and then she lowered her eyes. She cleared her throat and nodded.

“
The last time I had an orgasm was just then,” she said bashfully. “Listening to the way you spoke…. what you said… I… um…couldn’t help myself.”

* * *

I went to a bookcase set into the wall behind me and pulled out two books from one of the lower shelves. Concealed in the darkness was a
Romeo Y Julieta
handmade cigar, a cutter, and a lighter. I slid the books back into place and inhaled the earthy, aromatic scent that typified a classic Cuban.

I clipped the end off the cigar and inhaled until the tip was
glowing and burning evenly.

“I led Sherry into my office. Now that the rest of the staff had gone home for the day and the building was empty, we didn’t need to use the production room downstairs for privacy. The office was dark. I flicked on a desk lamp, but left every other light off.

“My desk was in the middle of the office floor because I had whiteboards along the back wall. When I had production meetings with the staff, I needed to draw up layout designs, so the desk wasn’t at the end of the room or in a corner like most others. Sherry stood in front of me with her hands behind her back and I perched myself on the edge of the desk, swinging my leg lazily, the way a big African cat flicks its tail just moments before it is about to lunge.

“In the time since we had left the office, Sherry had been home to change and re-touch her make-up. I could smell her perfume. ‘Take off the coat,’ I said. Sherry slipped the belt from around her waist and let it drop to the floor. The coat fell open. I saw soft pale flesh and
a pattern of intricate black lace. She shrugged the coat from her shoulders, making every movement slow and deliberate and tantalizing. Her eyes were fixed on mine, the heat and arousal in her gaze almost a physical thing. Her lips were slightly parted. She licked them and they glistened.

“The coat slid from her shoulders and fell softly around her ankles. She stood before me in just a black lace negligee.
The dark shadow of her hardened nipples and the smooth cleft between her thighs was like some wondrous tantalizing promise. I came from the edge of the desk and stepped around her, inspecting and admiring her from every angle while she stood in silent obedience. Even in her high heels she barely reached my shoulders. Her head was bowed, and she was taking short sharp little breaths. In the silence, the sound of her ragged breathing seemed somehow magnified. I grazed the tip of one finger down the milky smooth skin of her neck and her flesh seemed to burn.

“I ordered Sherry to bend over the edge of my desk. She folded forward at the waist and instinctively separated her feet so that her legs were parted. I stood behind her and ran my hands from her knees up to the soft skin of her inner thighs. She shuddered. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. I lifted the negligee, like I was raising a curtain, and cupped one hand over her
sex.

“Sherry sucked
in a short ragged breath and flinched. I felt the flared, puffy lips of her, and the melting wetness of her arousal. My fingertips brushed the hard little nub of her clit and Sherry’s hips bucked in reflex. I felt her sway, as though the strength had gone from one leg, and saw her hands reach out across the polished timber surface of the desk, her fingers clawing at the edge to hold herself steady.

“I asked Sherry if she knew what a safe word was. She shook her head. I explained the concept to her while the tip of my finger dipped in and out of her pussy. I told her the safe word would be ‘falcon’. She had her head turned to the side, her face pressed against the tabletop, her mouth open and her eyes closed. Then she
looked up at me slowly, like she was waking from an erotic dream, and she asked what she should do if she wanted
more
of what I was giving her, and never wanted me to stop.

“I told her she should beg.”

Leticia stared away into the distance. “Sherry sounds like she was quite a woman. Did she have any experience at BDSM type sex before you two got together?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know,” I said. “I never asked her. In fact we never labeled the things we did as being BDSM. We
simply fell into the sexual roles we were most comfortable with. I dominated her and she submitted to me. She gave me her trust and her body and her mind. Over the months that followed we learned about the lifestyle together. I guess you would call it ‘on-the-job’ training.”

I smiled to myself. I liked that line.

I’d have to remember it.

“So what happened?”
Leticia asked, dragging me back to that first night with Sherry in my office.

“I warmed my hand over the firm pale globe of Sherry’s butt, and then swatted her. The sound of it in the big empty office was like the crack of a whip. It wasn’t hard – I wasn’t trying to cause any pain. Sherry flinched and let out a ragged breath, as the flesh of her bottom turned red. Quickly I smacked her on the other cheek, and she gasped again.  I told her she sounded like she was enjoying it too much. I told her that from now on, her only focus was to be my pleasure. Then I ordered her onto her knees. She slid off the desk,
and turned. Her hands went instinctively for the buckle of my belt. I smiled down at her, taking a savage pleasure in the way she looked up at me. She was eager to please. Her eyes were enormous. I let her unfasten my pants.

“I told her to open her mouth. She did. I told her to put her hands behind her back and to leave them there. Then I reached out and cupped one hand under her chin and the other at the back of her head. My cock was hard. I lined it up with the wet wide opening of Sherry’s mouth and held her head still,
as I guided myself between her lips in one long thrust.