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Joshua went upstairs to the big bedroom, the weight of his worry and anxiety hanging like a heavy burden around his neck. He stared at the huge empty bed with a twinge of regret.
It was after midnight, and beyond the twin windows that stood either side of the bed, a storm was gathering in the night sky. Joshua could see far off jags of lightning flicker like sparks of light on the far horizon. He undressed and climbed naked into the bed. His thoughts were jangled and inconsequential; he was restless and unable to find peace. He stared up at the ceiling and, unbidden, his mind filled with images of Gabriele. To distract himself he went naked downstairs to the kitchen and poured himself a large drink. The scotch seemed to seep through his body like a relaxing drug, smoothing away the tension so that he felt lethargic. He tumbled back into bed and dreamed the dreams of a man possessed.
Gabriele edged away from the desk and turned to face him. She smiled demurely. She was wearing tight denim jeans and a white t-shirt. Joshua took a long moment to admire her slim figure and appreciate the perfect form of her breasts beneath the stretched cotton of her top. Her nipples were hard. Even through the lace of her bra, he could see the press of them.
“What is your name?”
“Gabriele,” the young woman breathed. “And I am your destiny.”
“And you have come here to learn the art of sexual submission?”
“Yes.” She said the word like it was an ache in her heart.
Joshua walked a slow circle around Gabriele, inspecting her like she was a warrior’s prize won in the triumph of battle. She stood very still, feeling the heat of his gaze. Joshua saw the flesh along her forearms prickle with anxiety and the first tenuous signs of her arousal.
She stood with her legs together; her back straight. Joshua stepped close behind her and lightly ran his hands over her shoulders, his touch like an appreciative caress. Gabriele shuddered. Joshua heard a choked sob of breath, and her body swayed like a tree in a breeze. His touch glided down her back, feeling the ridges of her spine, playing her body like it was a beautiful musical instrument. Each fresh touch elicited a murmur, a groan, a sigh.
Joshua could feel his own arousal, tightening and clenching in his groin, and he explored her body through her clothes until his hands were sliding across her ass. Gabriele’s aloof composure began to waver. When Joshua wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his hard cock, she shivered deliciously.
He drew a soft kiss across her neck and inhaled the scent of her perfume. Then Joshua’s hand slid beneath the layer of her shirt and reached up possessively to cup one of her breasts. He could feel the hectic beat of her heart through the whorls of delicate lace that held her breasts.
“You are my property,” Joshua whispered tingling warm breath across her throat. “And you will obey me in every way.”
“Yes…” Gabriele whimpered. “…Master.”
Joshua turned her within his arms until they were facing each other. Her eyes were enormous, filled with a tumult of emotions. Joshua saw awe and wonder, desire and nervousness.
But he saw no fear.
She had her face lifted to his, her lips parted and glossy as ripe fruit. Joshua stared fixedly at her, asserting his authority and command through just the intensity of his gaze while beneath her shirt, his hand was busy on her breast, kneading the soft warm flesh of her through the cup of her bra. Her body felt like it was on fire.
“Undress,” Joshua commanded. He stepped back and Gabriele peeled off her t-shirt and dropped it at her feet. Her hectic irregular breathing made her breasts swell with every gasp. She had a peppering of soft freckles across her chest, flushed by the blush of her arousal, but between the cleavage of her bra the flesh was milky white and perfect.
Joshua’s eyes roamed like hungry hands across her body, devouring the exquisite delight of her. She had the flawless firm perfection of youth; her skin glowing and healthy and vital. When she reached for the button of her jeans and then slowly tugged down the zipper, he saw the flat of her abdomen and the top of her panties.
Gabriele hesitated with her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her jeans.
“I am your destiny,” she demurred softly.
“And I am your Master.”
Gabriele closed her eyes and her mouth moved silently as if she were surrendering herself over to some divine force of primal desire that was infinitely greater than her will to resist. She drew down her jeans and Joshua watched in silent appreciation until she stood in just her heels, panties and bra. Her eyes were still closed, her lips trembling. She seemed to cringe with fear of rejection.
She was wearing white lace panties that matched the pattern of her bra. Joshua could see the cleft of her pussy through the folds of gossamer fabric and realized her sex was shaved smooth. The air in the room filled with the raw and intoxicating scent of her musky desire, stronger than any perfume and intensely arousing.
“Take off the bra,” Joshua insisted. There was a husk of lust in the back of his throat. The room became tense and silent.
Gabriele reached behind herself and drew away her bra. Her breasts were firm, seeming too large for the narrowness of her shoulders and the petite lines of her frame. Her nipples were jutting rosy red beads.
The vision of her stole Joshua’s breath away. She was young and perfect.
“This dream could become our reality,” Gabriele’s voice was a call from the deep sea, like the siren song of a beautiful mermaid. “You need only claim me as your own and declare it to the world for all your desires to be made real…”
Joshua woke with a start and a choked cry in his throat. He sat upright in the bed, his face slick with sweat, his hair damp. His eyes were wide and haunted by the intensity of the dream. He searched the room, gasping for breath, his hands trembling.
Beyond the windows the storm had broken; rain spattered against the glass with a sound like thrown gravel, and the sky boiled with wind-driven clouds and flashes of lightning. Thunder rumbled above the vast house.
Joshua drew a deep breath and closed his eyes – but the moment he did, the vision of Gabriele from the dream came flashing back into his mind. He saw her again, topless and standing before him with her bra in her hand, beckoning him to take her. He flung back the bed sheets and clutched for a dressing robe that hung draped over a chair.
Joshua went down the stairs in a hurry, flicking on lights through the house as he made his way to the office.
Chapter 8:
Joshua dialed Gabriele’s number from his office and felt a guilt-ridden moment of cowardly relief when the dial tone re-directed to her voicemail. He glanced at the time. It was after 2 am.
“Gabriele, I’m calling to let you know that there will be no more training. I’m very sorry.” Joshua sai
d the words as stiffly as if he were reading them from a written script. “But I feel I am unable to help you in your goal to understand submission. I apologize for the inconvenience, and I hope you will be able to resume your studies under another Master. I have refunded the full payment of your tuition back into your account.” He paused, aware that the message was still recording awkward silence. “I wish you all the best,” he muttered at last, then hung up.
It was over.
He felt no elation. In fact, he felt an empty melancholy like despair. He had denied himself the pleasure of her body, the stimulation of her company, and the earnest eagerness of her desire to learn – all to protect his heart. It hurt. It ached. It felt wrong…
In the morning, when Joshua awoke, he lay in bed for a long moment with the same remorse that follows a hangover. He felt ashamed; Gabriele had deserved far better than a recorded phone message, but he doubted that he could have clung to his resolve if she had answered in the middle of the night.
How could he ever have explained his reasons and given them legitimacy when they were the dark shadows of his memory?
How could he ever have given his concerns substance when everything that balked him was his own fear of repeated tragedy and pain?
Gabriele would never have understood.
Joshua worked with rare dedication throughout the day, concentrating furiously on every chart and every graph that flashed upon the screen of his laptop. He read every stock report with minute attention and applied himself to the calculations with fanatical scrupulous attention. It was the only way he could block out thoughts of Gabriele; he could give her no space in his mind, for fear that to do so would dull him to debilitation.
