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“Yes,” I said. “Over women.”
“So, why are we here tonight if this room reminds you of your father?” Leticia puzzled. “Why aren’t we in your study, or in some other room of the house?”
I slapped the tabletop. “Because of this,” I said. I rubbed my hand across the faded leather surface. “I wanted you to see it.”
“The desk?”
“Yes. It’s where the next part of my journey towards becoming a Master took place.”
Leticia arched an eyebrow. “Should I make notes?”
“That’s up to you,” I said. I pushed myself out of the chair and got to my feet. I took another sip from the tumbler then set the glass on the desk. I needed to pace.
Leticia buried her hand into her bag for her notebook, then turned in her chair so she could follow me with her eyes. I prowled across the floor restlessly.
“After that night in the study, Claire knew I was in control, and although she still fought and defied me from time to time, she gave in more readily, until she simply stopped resisting and became obedient to my commands. In fact, I think she developed a taste for submission. Maybe it was something completely new to her – maybe she was discovering something about herself. Maybe it was an unexplored kink that turned her on,” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I was nineteen years old. Some of the tasks I set Claire were things I am not proud of – but all I had to go on was the way she had treated me. At the time I didn’t know any better. I didn’t understand anything about BDSM. All I knew was that Claire had blackmailed me and used me for her own pleasure. I set about doing the exact same thing to her.
“Our encounters became a dangerous game. The thrill of having power over her body was intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough. I started taking risks.
“One afternoon, as we were finishing study for the day, I summoned her to my father’s office. I told her to meet me there at exactly 4:30 pm. I told her that if she was even a minute late, she would be punished.
“My father’s office was on the first floor, a few doors down from the study. Claire had never been in the room before and the door was always closed. I knew my father was away until that evening. When I heard Claire knock, I was sitting in this chair, behind this desk, waiting for her.
“She came into the room cautiously. ‘Over here,’ I told her gruffly. ‘Stand beside me and undress.’ She obeyed me. She unbuttoned her blouse and handed it to me. Then she slid out of her skirt. I took it from her. She stood in front of me in her underwear, and I could see the anxiety and rising alarm in her eyes. She was scared, but the fear aroused her. She was sweating and trembling. I could smell the scent of her panic, but also her excitement. I got up from the chair and ran my hands over her. I unfastened her bra and her breasts fell free. I left the bra on the floor beside the desk and grazed my fingernails down her spine. She arched her back and purred like a cat.
“I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. A rash of goose bumps spread down her arms, and she made a little choking sound in the back of her throat. I felt the nipple harden between my lips and I nibbled and sucked until she shuddered gently. Sucking Claire’s breasts always aroused her. I felt her tangle her fingers in my hair to clutch me to her, and I slid my hand down and rubbed her mound through her panties. She shifted her feet wider apart to give me better access. My fingers slipped possessively inside the elastic waistband and I could feel the damp heat of her excitement. She shuddered – it was like a delicious thrill of anticipation. So I stopped. I grazed my fingers lightly across the flared swollen lips of her pussy and then backed away; left her on edge. I smiled at her cruelly. Then I ordered her onto her hands and knees and told her to crawl under the desk.
“When she was settled, I sank into the chair and looked down between my knees at her upturned face. ‘Suck me,’ I growled.
“Claire unzipped my jeans and stroked my cock. I was hard. I felt the warmth of her fingers as she began to massage the length of me and I reached down for a handful of her hair. Her mouth fell open instinctively, as I guided her lips over my cock.
“I glanced quickly up at the clock on the wall then closed my eyes. Claire took me deep into her mouth and started to slowly suck me. She made wet little slurping sounds. She licked and nibbled the swollen head of me and then engulfed my full length so that I felt her lips tight at the base of my shaft. She was holding me against the back of her throat. I held her head in place until I felt her begin to struggle and then reluctantly removed my hands. She came up for air, gasping. Her eyes were watering. Her lips were puffy and swollen. She licked along the hard length of me and then wrapped her lips back around the engorged head. I felt her tongue flick and slide, and the sensations were exquisite.
“Then there was a knock at the door.”
Leticia looked up from her notebook in sudden alarm. “Are you serious?”
I smiled. “I am serious,” I said. “I arranged it.”
I stopped pacing and went back to the big desk. I leaned forward with my hands on the leather top.
“Claire gasped with panic. She started to squirm under the desk. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted it savagely. ‘Keep sucking my cock,’ I snapped. She tried to pull her head away. ‘Are you fucking crazy?’ she raged, and I had to force myself back between her lips and hold her there. ‘Suck my fucking cock!’ I snarled. ‘And don’t dare stop – no matter what happens.’
“The knock on the door sounded again, and then old Oliver the gardener slowly pushed the door open and stood in the doorway.
“‘Young Mr. Noble,’ he said. He was surprised to see me in my father’s office. He stood holding the door handle uncertainly.
“‘Hello Oliver,’ I said calmly. ‘Is something wrong?’ The old man shook his head, his expression puzzled. ‘Not that I know of,’ he said. ‘But I got a message from your father to meet him here in this very office at exactly 4:45 pm. I don’t know what it’s about.’
“I made a show of frowning thoughtfully. Under the desk I could feel Claire’s body trembling as she eased her mouth up and down my cock with agonizing slowness. ‘That’s strange, Oliver,’ I said. ‘I got a similar message. He asked me to meet him here at the exact same time’.
“Old Oliver shuffled his feet for a moment. He looked down at the carpet and then back at me. He shrugged. ‘Well, he must have got himself caught up in something. Can you tell him I was here and that I’ll come back later?’
“I smiled. ‘Of course,’ I said. He started to pull the door closed. I sensed Claire suddenly relax, the tension seep from her body. I heard her stifle a sigh of relief as her mouth slid from my cock and she took me lightly in the palm of her hand.
“‘Hey! Oliver,’ I said suddenly. ‘Why don’t you sit here with me and wait for him. I’m sure my father won’t be long. We could have a chat. I’d like to know how you’re going with the roses’.
“I heard Claire gasp and then suddenly freeze. She made a soft choking sound of sheer panic and I thrust my hips up at her. Her grip around my cock suddenly tightened in panic. Oliver came into the room, and sat in the chair you are sitting in right now. He’d never been inside my father’s office. His eyes swept around the room and stopped when he saw Claire’s bra on the floor.”
“Oh sweet god!” Leticia gulped. “You were insane to take that kind of risk.”
I shrugged casually. “It was thrilling,” I said. “That was what made it such a rush. The danger – the possibility that we might get caught.”
“Did you?”
I shook my head. “No. Oliver said nothing. His eyes flicked up to mine and I could see the question in his eyes. I braced myself. I felt Claire shuddering like a frightened kitten, almost too scared to breathe. Oliver and I sat in silence for a couple of minutes, and the only sound in the room was the old clock. Finally he slapped his hands onto his knees and pushed himself wearily to his feet. He made a mumbled excuse about the lawns and backed out of the room.
“As soon as the door closed,
I pushed Claire’s lips all the way down to the base of my shaft and pumped her mouth full of my come. It was one of the most spectacular orgasms I had ever experienced. It left me utterly exhausted. My heart was pounding, and I was dripping with sweat. Claire crawled out from under the desk and she was so weak and shaken, she couldn’t stand. Her lipstick was smudged across her face and her hair was a tangled mess. She stared down at me, her chest heaving like she had run a marathon. Her hands were shaking and her eyes were wide and reckless.
“For a moment Claire’s expression was ferocious, and her green eyes flashed. I held her gaze and deliberately challenged her – dared her. She was seething. Every muscle in her body was tensed. I cocked one eyebrow at her in a cynical mocking gesture. Her temper flared for another instant, and then her eyes slowly clouded over and her shoulders slumped. She dressed and left the office without a word.”
Leticia was watching me intently. Her expression was unfathomable. It could have been contempt. It might have been incredulity, or maybe something far more intriguing. Our eyes met, and then she glanced quickly away and took a deep breath. When she looked back at me again she met my gaze steadily, and I saw something move behind her eyes like a shadow.
“What happened next?” She asked in a whisper.
I stopped pacing. I took a deep breath then let out a heavy sigh of regret. “I never saw her again,” I said. “Claire packed her bags and moved out that same night. I didn’t realize what was happening until I saw the cab in the driveway and Claire standing there beside her suitcase. I watched her from the window. She saw me. Our eyes met for an instant – and then she turned her back, got in the cab, and it drove away into the night.”
“You didn’t try to stop her?”
“No.”
“Did you want to?”
“No.”
