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Gabriele didn’t need to think about the answer. It sprung from her lips instinctively. “Because those things don’t arouse me,” she admitted. “If I fantasized about those things happening, I would never be… never be able to…”
“Cum?”
She dropped her eyes and color stained her cheeks bright red. “Yes, Sir.”
Joshua grunted and then conducted a deliberate test. He stared at Gabriele for a long time, blatantly undressing her with his eyes, his gaze slowly caressing every inch of her from the soft flesh of her neck, then down over the press of her breasts beneath her blouse where they lingered intimately until at last they drifted lower until he was imagining the lines of her inner thigh, the mound of her sex. Gabriele flushed, squirming under the intensity of his overt scrutiny. His stare was possessive as though she were some exquisite masterpiece of art.
“You’re very beautiful, and very sexy,” Joshua said at last. “Just now is the first time I truly looked at you like an object of desire.”
Gabriele didn’t know what to say. She felt no offense. In fact, she felt the opposite. She felt giddily flattered.
“Tell me how you felt when I was undressing you with my eyes?”
“Aroused,” the word choked in her throat, and her mind reeled in horror that she had just made the admission.
Joshua’s expression remained resolute. “So you liked it? You liked me looking at you with sexual desire, picturing your body naked?”
“Yes.”
Joshua slid off the edge of the desk and put space between them, the intensity dissolving from his eyes, the answers he had been searching for now obvious. He was suddenly smiling with absolute understanding. Usually the women who came to him seeking training were more confused about their desires and sources of sexual stimulation. But in just a few sentences, this girl had told and revealed enough about herself that he was sure he knew the best way to train her.
“Your sexual buttons don’t need to be beaten, Gabby. You’re not that kind of woman. For you, arousal is sensory. Just one look will achieve much more than a hundred lashes from a whip.”
Gabriele was still blushing, but her expression clouded into confusion. She didn’t fully understand what Joshua was saying.
“What does that mean?” she croaked, for some reason fearful. “Does that mean you can’t train me?”
Joshua gave a little laugh of reassurance. “It means that I will never raise a hand to you, never use a whip to punish you. It means I will never use cruel words to berate you. Instead, I’ll use a blindfold.”
She blinked. “A blindfold?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to blindfold me as punishment?” In her shock, she had completely forgotten to address Joshua as, ‘Sir’. He noticed, but said nothing.
“I’m going to blindfold you to arouse you, to stimulate you, and to take you to the edge of orgasm.”
She was still shaking her head. Everything Joshua was saying seemed very far removed from the brief painful glimpses of her own real experiences under Randall’s cruel hands and lashing tongue. She licked her lips, wondering if she should ask more. Was there something she didn’t understand clearly?
“Um…”
Joshua’s secret knowledge showed on his face as confidence. He came to her suddenly and gently caressed the perfect silken skin of her cheek. His voice was soft as a breeze.
“Submission doesn’t mean that you’re used merely as an object for a Master’s desire,” he showed her kindness. “It’s a sexual lifestyle that must be just as gratifying for the one who serves as it is for the one who dominates. The BDSM lifestyle isn’t a one-way street. It’s about giving and receiving. It seems to me that you’ve been used and abused. That won’t happen here with me. I’m going to show you the sweet sexual torture of your own desires.”
Gabriele couldn’t breathe. She’d barely heard a word Joshua had said. His touch had simply sent her spiraling into a fever of trembling lust that appalled her by its intensity. She felt hot and molten desire melt through her body until her pussy ached to be touched.
“All you have to do is obey my every instruction, and answer my every question with honesty.”
“I will, Sir. I promise.” Gabriele’s mouth felt dry as a desert. In her lap her hands were shaking. “I’ll do anything you say.”
Suddenly Joshua broke the hypnotic spell. In an instant his face turned dour and cynical. He arched a mocking eyebrow.
“Ah, yes. But will you do those things in order to please me or to win back your boyfriend?”
“To please you.” Her voice was small and almost shamed.
Joshua jabbed a finger at her in caution. “You can’t expect the training I give you to be the solution to your relationship problems,” his voice rose to emphasize his point. “What we do here, and everything you learn will give you a good foundation and a clear understanding of the submissive lifestyle. It will prepare you for a sane and sensible Master if that’s the course you choose. But it won’t alter things between your boyfriend, and nor will it correct his own failings as a man. He’s still going to be an asshole. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” Gabriele swallowed. Joshua was an overwhelming conflict of fire and ice; of intensity and cool disinterest. He was an enigmatic fascination like she had never encountered before in her life. She felt completely off balance and sensed that was the whole point. He was testing her.
From out of nowhere he snapped suddenly, “What’s your boyfriend’s name?”
“Huh?” The question caught Gabriele off guard. She was still reeling and groping to understand the clever ways of Joshua’s intense psychological thrusts and cool disarming parries. She hesitated.
Joshua’s eyes flashed. “His name?” he asked the question again in a tone that made it clear he didn’t like to repeat himself.
“Randall.”
“Full name?”
“Randall Waddingham.”
“And what does he do for work?”
“He’s trying to build a web-design company.”
Joshua narrowed his eyes, filing the information aw
ay. He drew a deep breath and squared his shoulders. The interview was suddenly over. He had learned everything he needed to know about Gabriele.
“Be back here tomorrow night at exactly 8 pm,” he said. “I want you wearing the sexiest lingerie you own… and don’t ever come to my door again in a pants suit,” he frowned. “I want you in short dresses when you arrive.”
She nodded her head, overwhelmed with relief as if she had just been offered a new work position. The smile on her face beamed. Joshua gave her a final word of caution.
“This course is intense, Gabby. It reveals aspects of your deepest desires and personality. It peels away the superficial and exposes what matters most. You may find, by the time we finish our sessions together, that what you hold as important in your life no longer matters, and is no longer necessary for true happiness. That might even include your old boyfriend. Right now you want him back, but in two weeks from now, you may just never want to see him ever again.”
Chapter 4:
Gabriele went to work in a kind of conflicted daze. The long night had passed in a restless blur as she fought her own emotions that veered wildly between lingering loyalty to her broken relationship with Randall, and a keen desire to spend more time with Joshua.
She didn’t know whether to feel excited or anxious.
Should she feel like she was betraying Randall?
Objectively she didn’t think so… but on an emotional level she was brooding and torn.
The workday went by with agonizing slowness and when Gabriele finally clocked off, she disappeared into the women’s bathroom to change from her drab grey pants suit into a short blue dress. There would be no time to return to the apartment and change.
She emerged out of the bathrooms to admiring glances from workers in the same building but ignored them all. She had one thing on her mind; she had to be early arriving at Joshua’s.
