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“I’m a body for your pleasure,” the touch of him was torture, and it took every ounce of her dwindling will and strength to resist the cunning press of his finger against the inner wall of her throbbing pussy.
“And what are you here for?” Joshua grilled her.
“To learn to submit!” the words were wrenched from Gabriele’s throat with a hiss. “To learn to please you and to obey!”
Her eyes were screwed shut, her teeth biting into her lip to stifle the wanton groan of maddening desire. Her hands were clenched into fists, bumping against the edge of the table.
“Will you cum without my permission?” Joshua was relentless.
“No. I promise.”
“And will you please me?”
“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
Joshua slid his finger from her pussy, and it came away wet and glistening with the sweetness of her juices. Gabriele slumped, gasping. Joshua held his hand to her lips and without instruction, she sucked her scent from his finger.
“Good girl,” Joshua said with grudging satisfaction. “Now you can go home.”
He left her alone to dress and then led her downstairs to the front door. He stood back to allow her to leave but as she passed across the threshold into the dark night, he seized her wrist suddenly and guided her hand across the huge bulge in his pants.
“Despite what you might think, I’m not made of ice,” he said. “Can you feel your Master’s cock?” Gabriele’s fingers moved by themselves, gently squeezing Joshua’s erection through the fabric.
“Yes, Master,” she said so softly that Joshua barely caught her words above the gasp of her breath.
He took her hand away. “That’s how much you turn me on. I want you to think about that until we meet again tomorrow night.”
Chapter 5:
Joshua worked at his office desk throughout the morning, monitoring the stock prices on the New York exchange, while he researched the merits of a pharmaceutical company he was interested in investing in. At lunchtime he shut the laptop down and reached for his cellphone. He dialed a number he hadn’t called since his years in Naval Intelligence.
“Buddy?”
There was a moment of silent disbelief and then a man with a booming New Jersey accent laughed down the line. “Joshua? Damn! How are you man?”
“I’m good,” Joshua said dismissively. “How are Ruth and the kids?”
“Great, man,” the voice was loud over a background of other voices. “But this isn’t a pleasure call, right?”
“Right,” Joshua said. “Are you still P.D.?”
“Sure. Still part of the thin blue line. I mean someone’s gotta keep the peace, right?”
Joshua smiled. “Then I need a favor, Bud. I want you to run someone down for me. I need everything you can get, photos too if possible.”
The man on the end of the line fell silent for just long enough to snatch up a pen. In the background Joshua heard the faint wail of a distant siren starting up. “Fire away, man. What’s the name?”
Joshua told him, and then hung up.
When Gabriele arrived for her second night of training, Joshua was waiting for her in the doorway. She was wearing a black figure-hugging dress, hemmed high up her thigh. She came into the foyer without hesitation, the smile more confident than the one she had worn the night before. She waited obediently until he closed the door and then turned to find him with her eyes when he made no move to lead her upstairs.
Joshua was watching her, leaning nonchalantly against the entry wall with his arms folded, his ankles crossed. There was a handsome piratical gleam in his eyes that made her tremble with the first premonition of sexual excitement.
Gabriele hadn’t cum since the previous morning even though Joshua had sent her back to her apartment the evening before with her pussy tingling and in aching need for release. She hadn’t even teased herself to orgasm when she had awoken in the early hours, her dreams haunted by the demanding touch of his fingers along the soft wet lips of her sex.
Now she was twitchy and on edge, like an addict who was strung out and in need of another hit. That was how she felt.
“Have I done something wrong, Master?” Gabriele asked shyly, her voice subdued. She was keenly aware of the way he was looking at her and the sheer intensity of his gaze made her feel like her skin was melting. She stood still and at attention. With her bag of work clothes left inside the door, she had nothing to occupy her hands. She felt exposed. She stole a furtive glance in his direction. He was wearing denim jeans again tonight and a black open-necked shirt. She could see dark crisp whorls of chest hair poking out from the deep V of his collar.
The way he stood with his arms folded bulged the sinews of his forearms and bunched the muscles across his chest.
“No, you have not displeased me,” Joshua answered at last.
With no more information, Gabriele stood in the awkward silence and slowly began to mentally melt down. She felt herself becoming more nervous with every second of quiet. It drew out interminably until the few shreds of confidence she had carried to the door had been silently stripped away. Again, she felt a fresh attack of unworthy uncomfortable insecurity.
And he had done it simply by staring at her.
When Gabriele felt herself at the very edge of screaming, Joshua suddenly pushed himself away from the wall and walked a tightening circle around her like a shark with the frenzied scent of blood in the water.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he passed her. She did as she was told without hesitation. On the next pass, Joshua ordered her to hitch her skirt up around her waist.
The fabric was stretch and clinging tight to her hips. She shimmied her hips until the black dress was bunched at the level of her navel.
Joshua’s next pass brought him closer. His eyes were on her panties. They were red tonight, he noticed; very sheer, very sexy. He wondered if they were damp.
“Put your hand down inside your panties,” he swept past again then circled behind her. Now Joshua was so close that Gabriele could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck as he drifted behind her. She shivered, and then slid one hand beneath the elastic of her panties. She cupped her fingers over the smooth mound of her pussy. She was trembling. The brief touch of her fingers was enough to reignite the dormant force of her lingering ache to cum.
“Finger-fuck yourself,” Joshua flashed past again, predatory. The sharp profanity of his order seemed to imbue every word with extra sexual tension. Gabriele dipped one finger inside her pussy. She was incredibly wet. She shuddered.
Joshua finally stopped the maddening circles when he was standing behind her. He pressed himself against her back and Gabriele felt herself yearn to melt against him. His mouth was at her ear, his breath rasping like a dangerous animal about to charge. She felt herself quail with the delicious thrill of her surrender.
“I’m taking you somewhere tonight,” Joshua’s voice was deceptively soft and measured as though he was watching her reaction to everything he said. “But before we leave, I need you damp and desperate to cum. That’s why you’re fingering yourself, Gabriele. I wa
nt you to play with your pussy until you’re on the verge of orgasm.”
She nodded her head. Her hand inside her panties seemed to move as if it had a life of its own, touching those secret places in a way that only she knew could arouse her.
Joshua heard the pant of her breath as she neared release. Soft wet sounds and the scent of her sex filled the room, seemingly amplified by the brittle silence. Gabriele cringed her shoulders, embarrassed by her wetness, but to Joshua it was a sound as sweet as music.
“Faster,” he insisted.
Gabriele closed her eyes, and her whole body began to hunch and tense. She bit her lip when the orgasm began to build and then her hips began to slowly undulate of their own accord. Joshua stopped her by seizing her wrist. He drew her hand from within her panties and, as he had the night before, insisted that she suck the juices from her fingers. Gabriele did so without thought.
“Very good,” Joshua said gruffly. “Now, take the dress off. You will be permitted to wear only your lingerie.”
A cold, sinking chill crept through Gabriele’s bones as the words echoed around in her head. She undressed slowly, but her mind was racing. She left the dress on the ground at her feet and stood in only red heels, lace panties and matching bra. She turned her head to catch Joshua from the corner of her eye and as she did her dark mane of long glossy hair shimmered across her shoulders.
“Follow,” Joshua said.
He went part way down the long corridor towards his office and then turned through a doorway into an open planned living and kitchen space. On the far side of the area, beyond a huge stainless steel refrigerator, was another internal door. Gabriele followed, her head swiveling from side to side. Joshua’s house was luxurious and magnificent, but with the sterility of a building that had never become a home. She sensed the rooms had never been filled with the sounds of laughter or living. It was a perfect shell, waiting…
The internal door led to a three car garage bathed in banks of overhead floodlights. Parked side by side were two luxury cars. Joshua snatched a set of keys from a painted wooden board of hooks and escorted her to a dark, gleaming sedan. Joshua opened the passenger door chivalrously, and Gabriele inhaled the unmistakable aromas of new-car smell and leather.
