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She was teasing her clit with soft skillful touches; her fingers not yet brushing against her pussy. The movements of her hand were slow and measured, almost matching the lazy undulations of her body. Joshua zoomed the camera in to focus on Gabriele’s stunning face. In the grips of erotic arousal, she was even more beautiful.
“Tell me everything,” Joshua urged her. “Tell me what is happening in your fantasy.”
“Your cock,” Gabriele gasped. One of her fingers finally dipped into the molten heat of her pussy, and the shock of it made her clench her teeth and moan. “It’s hard. I have it in my hand.”
“And what are you doing?”
“You’re standing over me with your hands on your hips, looking down at me. I’m staring up into your eyes and slowly stroking you. You feel so hard. I can feel the ridges of you, and the heat…”
She drew a short stab of breath and moaned again. The sway of her body turned to spasmodic jerks. Joshua panned the camera down and captured the concealed movement of her hand; the swell of the fabric as her knuckles pushed out against the lace, and now the soft wet sounds of her wetness.
“Do you want to suck your Master’s cock?” Joshua asked, feeling himself no longer just a spectator, but now a participant. It was as if he had become an active player in Gabriele’s fantasy.
“Yes!” Gabriele gasped.
“Then do it!” Joshua whispered.
The room fell silent, but the quiet hummed with erotic energy. Gabriele threw her head back and hunched her shoulders. Her hand within the confines of her panties suddenly became frantic. Gabriele’s mouth was wide open, her breath sawing across her throat.
Joshua sensed she was on the edge of her orgasm, and he was hushed to mesmeric silence. He watched on in fascination until suddenly Gabriele cried out in a voice that was breaking apart.
“Yes, Master! Oh, fuck yes! Cum in my mouth!”
The words strangled into a tight shriek of swelling tension and then a staggering wave of relief. Gabriele shuddered, froze for a paralyzing moment… and then convulsed in thrashing spasms that threw her forward like a tree buffeted by storm winds. Joshua filmed it all, from the moments leading up to her orgasm right until the instant that her eyes cleared and she clutched at the edge of the table to support her legs, panting and drained.
For a long time Joshua said nothing. He had turned the camera off. He set it on the armrest of the chair and got slowly to his feet. Gabriele was drawing deep breaths of air to fill her lungs. Her arms were shaking. One hand was still deep inside her panties, touching herself through the last shreds of afterglow.
Joshua came to her slowly and took her in his powerful arms. Gabriele had the glorious look of a freshly-fucked woman. She went soft at his touch and her eyes closed.
“You are very, very beautiful,” Joshua breathed.
And then he kissed her.
At first Gabriele thought it was a gorgeous dream; an extension of her fantasy brought about by the delicious glow of her orgasm. Joshua’s mouth was hot and demanding, and she instinctively parted her lips and fluttered her eyes open. The realization that this was real made her heart stop beating. Joshua’s arms were wrapped around her shoulders, sliding down her back as he crushed his hard body against hers. She felt herself molding to him, pushing her hips forward to meet the thrust of Joshua’s groin, and at the same time drawing her own arms about his waist.
The kiss was like an impossible scorching fire that sucked the breath from her and burned on her lips. Yet she felt compelled to leap into the flames. She kissed him back with the same reckless ferocity, feasting on the taste of him; reveling in the unfettered access to his body with her exploring fingers.
Joshua dominated her. Joshua plundered her. His tongue thrust to explore the inside of her mouth and the thrill of the sensation was a delicious taboo that Gabriele had never before experienced. It was so intimate, so demanding that she felt, incredibly, renewed desire begin to stir inside her panties. Joshua bent her backwards with his savage need for her and she clung to him fiercely until her lips felt wonderfully bruised and the sparks between their entangled bodies threatened to consume them both in flames.
At last Joshua broke the kiss, cupping Gabriele’s face in the palms of his hand, their mouths still so close that they shared the same breath. Joshua’s gaze was misted with lust. Gabriele’s eyes were deep dark pools of willing desire.
Gabriele gasped and tried to grasp the enormity of what that kiss meant; tried to put into words how intense it had been.
“I felt it,” she said with slow awe and wonder. Her eyes were hectic, searching Joshua’s for some sign of understanding. “When you kissed me… you left your mark on my soul.”
Joshua blinked in dawning shock, and then his hands came from Gabriele’s face as though her flesh had scalded him. Pressure punched him in the chest. It was as if he had lived this moment once before and he struggled against instinct and desire, forcing himself to claw through the mist of emotion. He reeled away, stricken and mortified. “You need to leave,” Joshua’s voice rasped, tight with pain. Suddenly he was stiff with restraint, as though on the verge of transforming from man to beast. “The session is over. Take the camera and go, Gabriele. Go now!”
Chapter 7:
“Check your email,” a voice advised when Joshua picked up the phone in his office the next morning.
“Thanks, Buddy.” He said and then hung up.
It was as simple as that.
When Gabriele arrived a few minutes before 8 pm she sensed, with feminine intuition, that something was not right. Joshua was standing in the doorway waiting for her. He was soberly dressed in dark pants and a grey shirt. He was wearing a tie, but the top button of his shirt was undone, and the knot of the tie was hanging loose.
Gabriele came inside like a wary cat entering an unfamiliar room. She had rushed here from work again. She let the carry bag strap slide off her shoulder and set it down by the door. She was wearing a pale pink dress. Beneath the garment, Joshua could see the shadow of a darker shade of lingerie – maybe it was red.
Tonight it wouldn’t matter.
Without a word, Gabriele reached for the buttons of her dress and began to disrobe. Joshua stayed her hand. His face was deeply etched with apprehension and a look of dreadful foreboding. “Don’t undress,” he said gravely. “There will be no training tonight. There are things I want to talk to you about instead.”
Gabriele faltered, searching Joshua’s eyes for some sign, some sense of understanding. Her fingers were shaking as she re-fastened the buttons. “Have I done something wrong, Master?” she asked in a small fearful voice. “Are you displeased with me for some reason?”
Joshua shook his head. “You have done nothing wrong.”
Gabriele pursed her lips. “I… I don’t understand…”
Joshua nodded. “You will.”
He led her down the long corridor and held his office door open for her. Gabriele entered the room and instinctively dropped to the floor. The fit of the dress made it impossible to spread her knees, so she hitched the hem up around her waist and then lowered herself to the carpet, clasping her hands behind her back and averting her eyes. Joshua watched her distractedly for a moment. He saw a flash of purple lace panties between her spread thighs.
“No,” he said. He lifted her to her feet and indicated the chair facing the desk. “We’re not doing any training tonight. This is not a situation for Master and submissive roles. This is me talking to you, Gabriele.”
She perched herself on the edge of the seat like a patient waiting for bad news from a physician. Her eyes were enormous and deeply troubled. Instinctively she began to shake. Joshua’s dark serious expression worried her.
Joshua dropped wearily into the big leather chair behind the desk, and the old worn leather creaked as it settled about his body. He spun round to the cabinet under the window and poured two tumblers full of scotch. He slid one glass across the table to Gabriele and held his own in his hand f
or long contemplative seconds without drinking. His gaze was unfocussed, his stare directed at a blank space on the wall as though he were seeing some other time, some other place in his mind.
Gabriele watched him anxiously, waiting as the silence drew out until she thought she might cry out.
Joshua seemed to be at war with himself. Finally he spun his chair around and fixed his eyes on Gabriele.
“Tell me again how old you are?” he asked softly.
“Twenty-two.”
“And your ex-boyfriend, Randall? He was your first ever sexual partner, right?”
“Yes,” Gabriele began to feel uncomfortable by the apparent line of Joshua’s questions, but she answered Joshua honestly. “We met about three years ago. After two years together, we moved to the city and rented an apartment.”
“The apartment you are currently in?”
“Yes.”
Joshua nodded. For the first time Gabriele noticed a slim manila folder on Joshua’s desk. He was absently thumbing the cover as he asked his questions.
