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“Do you wish me to do something, Master?” Gabriele asked.
“No,” Joshua shook his head. “I’m going up to take a shower. While I’m cleaning up, I want you to spend the time practicing your positions in the training room.”
Gabriele nodded her obedience. “Yes, Master.”
From the training room, Gabriele could hear the soft sound of running water through the walls. The bathroom was on the other side of Joshua’s grand bedroom. She lowered herself to her knees and clasped her hands behind her back.
She knew it was the time when she should be training her mind to stillness, directing all her attention on to the pleasure of her Master. But the sound of the shower was a maddening torment. Gabriele knew what it meant, and the harder she tried to block out the distraction the more dominant it became in her mind.
She was tormented by the fact that just a few yards away from her, Joshua was now stripped naked, standing under the scalding spray of hot water. Gabriele saw the bathroom in her mind’s eye; imagined the pile of Joshua’s sweaty clothes discarded on the floor while he lathered his naked body under suds and spray behind the frosted screen of the shower door. She tried to visualize what he would look like; she knew he was toned and broad chested. And she knew that his arms were muscled. She had seen and brushed her fingers across the flat of his abdomen…
Her good intentions of obedience dissolved into a hot flustered mess of wicked fantasies.
She began to fidget in her position, moving her knees wider apart and then restlessly gripping and releasing the grasp of her hands. She could hear the drumming of her heart in her chest and the soft rasp of her breath. She recognized the sound; it was a dull panting of her own desire.
The sound of running water intensified. Gabriele clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, lifting her face to the ceiling as though beseeching some unknown force for strength. Her prayers went unanswered. The urge to steal a glimpse of Joshua naked was so irresistible that she recklessly surrendered herself to it.
Quiet as a thief, she crept out of the training room and crossed the bedroom to the bathroom door. It was ajar. She pressed her eye to the crack in the door. She could see soft tendrils of steam and hear the hissing water from the shower. She imagined she could see the faintest outline of a dark figure behind the frosted glass, but knew it was merely a fantasy of her wild imagination.
She had to get closer.
She edged open the door, her teeth gritted against every slight sound. When it was barely wide enough for her to slip through, Gabriele crept into the bathroom, crouched and poised with the stealth of a cat.
The bathroom mirrors were a fogged blur. Steam boiled from over the top of the shower recess. Gabriele felt a lump of anxiety and keen desire in her throat. She felt herself beginning to perspire. The bathroom was humid with the heat.
On the floor, emerging from the swirling mist, she saw Joshua’s crumpled shirt. She licked her lips. She took another stalking step towards the shower. Her heart was pounding in her chest, loud as a beating drum.
“Find what you were looking for?” Joshua asked calmly. He was standing behind her – concealed behind the ajar bathroom door, with his arms folded across his naked chest, arms bulging, and his face hard as stone.
Gabriele shrieked with fright and spun on her heel. She felt the blood drain in horror and panic from her face and her mouth fell open on the hinge of her jaw in shock.
She stood, frozen and gasping, caught red-handed.
“Master,” she flustered in wild panic. “I… I thought I heard you call my name. I came in response.”
Joshua arched a mocking eyebrow in disbelief. His eyes were hard, and his mouth was wrenched into an attitude of strict disapproval.
“You’re lying.”
Gabriele lowered her head in shame. The lie had been an impulsive mistake. Now she regretted it and feared the terrible consequences.
“Yes, Master.”
Joshua was leaning back against the wall, but the nonchalant pose betrayed his stern attitude. He drew his eyes over Gabriele’s body again, this time with such blatant sexual lust that Gabriele felt herself shiver. Then, quick as a striking cobra, Joshua’s hand lashed out and caught Gabriele around the throat. His touch was incredibly light, deliberately gentle – but the power behind the gesture made her eyes flash wide.
Joshua pinned Gabriele against the wall, and the set of his face changed from disapproval to leering lust.
“What did you hope to see?” Joshua growled.
Gabriele swallowed hard. Joshua’s fingers around her throat were like nothing more than a loose collar. She felt no pressure; no restriction. He was not choking her. She was choking herself on her own panic.
“Your body, Master,” she confessed. “I wanted to see you naked. You’ve never let me see you before.”
Despite the flutters of her fear, Gabriele was writhing in acute arousal. She could feel her pussy clenching fiercely between her legs and the rush of blood from her head to her loins had left her giddy. The wetness between her clenched thighs felt like a molted flood that soaked through the sheer lace of her panties.
Joshua dominated her by his presence. He was like an avalanche of raw power and muscle, poised over her. Gabriele stood like a beautiful butterfly pinned to a taxidermy board.
“You wanted to see me naked?”
“Yes!” Gabriele blushed. Absently, she noticed a faded tattoo on Joshua’s right bicep. It was the image of an American flag, and below it were printed letters and numbers.
“You wanted to see my cock?”
Gabriele’s eyes dissolved into dark pools of writhing desire. “Yes, Master!” she gushed.
Joshua stood back and reached for the buckle of his belt. Gabriele’s eyes swam with her need. Joshua’s torso undulated with the ripples of his abdomen muscles. He unbuttoned his jeans and hooked his hands into the belt loops. Then he stared fixedly at Gabriele.
“So that itch between your legs is driving you crazy, is it, Gabriele? You’re so fixated with the need to have your mouth and pussy filled with my cock that it’s driving you to distraction?”
“Yes,” Gabriele felt suddenly ashamed.
“After just a few days without an orgasm, you’re twitching between the legs and desperate for sex?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. Somehow she felt like a failure. Her desperate sexual need had driven her to this place, like a drug addict denied the lure of a fix for far too long, she was frenzied by the temptation that had stubbornly remained out of her reach; out of her control to seize.
“You’re weak.”
“Yes,” she hung her head.
Joshua still had his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his jeans. The zipper had been drawn down, and Gabriele realized with a throbbing shock that beneath the denim, Joshua wore no underwear. She could see the pale flesh of his groin and the dark whorls of hair that nested between his legs.
Gabriele was holding her breath with lewd fascination.
Joshua drew down his jeans, and his hard cock sprang from between the denim.
Gabriele widened her eyes and gasped, “Oh, dear God!”
Joshua’s cock was as hard as an iron bar; thicker and longer than she had ever seen on a man before. The shaft was like a brutal weapon, though amazingly beautiful to her – like a great prize to be won. The length of him was ridged and veined, the crown swollen. Possessed by a fascinated spell, Gabriele reached tentatively out for him. Her fingers could not entirely wrap around his thickness.
