Free Jonah Noble - Anticipation is everything by Jason Luke Page B

her head, and then let my seed seep slowly from the corner of her lips. It trickled into Cameron’s open mouth and she swallowed.
    I stood back and watched. Last night Leticia had been a passive voyeur. This morning she had, in a way, become a remote and disconnected participant.
    I began to wonder about her limits – how far she would be willing to go if the opportunity presented itself…
     
    * * *
     
    We arranged for Cameron’s luggage to be brought from the hotel in Grove’s Crossing and she spent the rest of the day settling into the bungalow while I retreated to my office.
    In reality, there was little work that needed my attention, but it was important that I keep distance between Cameron and myself. ‘Familiarity breeds contempt’ , is an age-old saying, and one I happen to know for sure to be true. In any relationship where there is a hierarchy, becoming close and too personally involved with those you must lead or command is fraught with perils.
    Cameron needed to obey me. She needed to respect my role as her training Master. Friendship and familiarity were never on the agenda. For personal reasons, too, this made good sense. Leticia’s level of comfort revolved around the understanding that I would never become emotionally attached to Cameron. The less time we now spent together between training sessions, the more assured Leticia would be made to feel.
    For Leticia though, it was a different matter. She chatted amiably with Cameron about fashion, her work, and all the other things that women talk about on a superficial level. It was as if Leticia felt she needed to bridge the gap between them – to become friendly for reasons I never quite understood.
    Perhaps she took comfort and security from knowing Cameron on some personal level. Perhaps it made her more assured about the woman’s intentions.
    We never talked about it.
     
    * * *
     
    “So what happens next?” Leticia pushed open the big dungeon door and leaned her hip against the wall of the office. I glanced up. She had her arms folded across her chest. She was wearing a dress I had never seen her in before – a short floral sundress. There was a tint of the sun’s warm color on her shoulders. Afternoon light spilled through the office window.
    I turned in my chair, away from the computer, and laced my fingers together.
    “Regarding…?”
    “Regarding Cam’s training,” Leticia explained. “After last night and what happened this morning in the kitchen – I was wondering what you had planned.”
    I inclined my head. I had already given this issue a great deal of consideration. I rubbed at my chin and felt the bristles of my short beard crackle like electricity.
    “I need to reinforce Cameron’s submission,” I said. “So far she has demonstrated submissiveness, but what has carried her along in this early stage is her willingness and enthusiasm. What I need her to do is understand the concept of obedience – I need her to submit, regardless of her emotions, and regardless of circumstance.”
    Leticia was nodding slowly, a small frown across her brow as though weighing up my words.
    “So how do you do that?” she asked at last.
    “I continue along the same lines as this morning in the kitchen,” I explained. “More sessions with her kneeling and me using her mouth for my pleasure. She has to accept and understand that she submits to be used. So I need to use her.”
    “Will you blindfold her again?”
    “No,” I shook my head. “That was for your benefit, to overcome your embarrassment of being watched. But tonight when I am training her I will probably introduce a pair of handcuffs.”
    “Handcuffs?” Leticia looked suddenly curious. “Where will you get them from? You don’t have handcuffs any more – do you?”
    I smiled slowly and reached for a desk drawer. I held up a set of steel handcuffs, dangling them from the tip of my finger.
    “I never leave home without them,” I said like a spokesman for American