by Jason Luke
“And the first rule is this,” the tenor of his voice became a warning. “When my cock is deep inside a submissive’s pussy, it is purely for my pleasure. I never ever fuck a submissive to stimulate her. In such situations, it is the woman’s role to focus her attention on making her pussy as tight and pleasurable for me as possible. That’s what I expect. That’s why I fuck her – for my own needs and nothing more.”
Gabriele grunted. Joshua’s fingers were pressing at the fabric of her panties, taunting her mercilessly. She moved her hips a little in the hope to meet his touch with those aching parts of her sex, but Joshua pulled his hand away as punishment, and then swatted her lightly across the ass.
“Stay still!” he commanded.
She went limp with a shuddering sigh. Joshua pushed her legs a little wider apart. The material between her thighs was rucked up into twisted creases. When he ran his fingers back between her legs, they became quickly coated in the damp slick rush of her juices.
“If I want to arouse a submissive, I do it with toys, my fingers or my tongue because those methods give me absolute control. They allow me to increase pleasure… and to take it away. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” There was an ache and a need in the strain of her words. Joshua smiled knowingly to himself.
“So a submissive must learn the pose I have placed you in, and learn to focus her attention on only her pussy. Because this is the way you would be fucked – bent over the table, or on your hands and knees. And with every thrust of my cock I would expect you to direct your will and your body to giving me pleasure. Nothing else… certainly not your own need to orgasm.”
“Yes, Master!” Gabriele’s response was almost an agonized cry for relief. Joshua left her stretched out on the rack of her desire while his fingers brushed away the strap of her panties and slid directly over the sensitive wet folds of her pussy. His touch was a tantalizing graze; like a fleeting kiss that gave her no chance for relief.
“Do you want to cum?” he whispered the dark temptation.
“Yes… Yes, please, Master!”
Joshua stepped to the far side of the room He could see the enticing wet gap of Gabriele’s pussy, her body seeming to tingle with the electric urge for release. The room filled with the heady aroma of her sex and the soft rhythmic groans of her breath.
“Then make yourself cum,” he said casually. “While I watch you.”
Gabriele was literally shaking with the desperate need to orgasm.
She had never felt so turned on in her life, bent over with her legs parted shamelessly and her pussy leaking juices down the inside of her thighs.
Joshua had made her feel felt like a brazen sexy whore, and the sensation filled her with delight; her body spread and displayed, her primal hunger for release made impossible to ignore. And knowing that Joshua was watching her with the cunning eyes of a predator intensified the acute perversion of it all. She felt exposed and vulnerable. She felt like a wanton wicked woman.
She was helpless to resist him, or her own need.
Gabriele reached down tentatively between her legs and was shocked at how wet her pussy was. Her fingers slipped within the slick coating of her arousal and jammed against her clit. She groaned aloud with relief. The touch of her hand was like a soothing salve; the pressure eased momentarily, and she teased herself until her ache became so urgent that she started to sob through every breath. Her whole body felt on fire, and she could hear the pound of her pulse in her ears, hammering like the ragged beat of a drum.
Joshua watched with narrowed assessing eyes. Nothing escaped him. He studied the way Gabriele’s fingers slid slowly along the length of her sex, and the teasing way she pushed her fingers inside herself. Everything she did, Joshua committed to memory.
Gabriele had clenched her teeth as the strain began in her arms, spreading through the rest of her body. Her fingers felt like they were blurring as they brushed across her clit. She gulped a last lungful of air and then her pussy tingled with the numbness that preceded orgasm.
Joshua’s timing was cruel and perfect.
“Stop!” he ordered Gabriele when she was right on the edge of coming. His command cut through the fog of her wicked fantasies, and she faltered in confusion, torn between the primal need to finish what she had started, and the persistent interruption of his voice.
“Stop!”
Behind the dark veil of the blindfold she was in complete turmoil, instinct railing against intuitive obedience.
At last Gabriele’s hand slowed then stilled, one finger still pressed firm against her clit, feeling its throbbing pulse. The breath she had been holding escaped her lips in a sigh that sounded like the petulant whine of a child denied a treat. Slowly, the tension went from Gabriele’s body and she slumped there, still twitching. Her pussy was wide open.
Gabriele heard Joshua’s footsteps and imagined him close behind her.
“Stand,” he gave a one-word command and she obeyed, straightening and stretching and still shaking. Joshua came close behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands became busy then, sliding up to knead her breasts and then possessively reaching down between her legs. She shuffled her feet apart wantonly and gave him free access to her pussy. He ran his fingers along the slit of her sex. He teased her clit until she started to tremble again.
“You must obey every instruction instantly,” his voice explained stern and gruff in her ear. “I will not repeat myself ever again.”
“Yes, Master,” she choked out the words because as he spoke, one of his fingers spread the lips of Gabriel’s pussy apart and then dipped tentatively inside her. Gabriele shuddered and a flush of prickling heat washed over her. She had her head thrown back; Joshua’s hands roaming over her like Gabriele was his property.
“Your pussy is mine, Gabriele. That means it is to be used for my pleasure, and only for my satisfaction or gratification. In future, whenever you step into this room, you will present yourself to me for inspection… and you will no longer orgasm without my express permission. Do you understand?”
Joshua spun Gabriele around in his arms and snatched the blindfold from her eyes. They were face-to-face, his eyes dark and demanding, her chin lifted as if she were trying to remember this moment forever.
Then he froze suddenly and his face was expressionless, the lusting fire extinguished in an instant. His breathing was regulated, his hands steady. He stared at Gabriele dispassionately, and she was appalled by his composure… and how raggedly aroused she was in comparison.
Gabriele was naked, and wet and aching. Her entire body craved the sweet release of orgasm so that she felt the need like a keen ache deep in the pit of her stomach.
“That will do for tonight,” Joshua’s voice was a monotone.
Gabriele flinched. The sting of his rebuttal hurt more than any slap from Randall ever had.
“You mean… you mean you don’t want to…?”
“What?”
“You don’t want to fuck me?” Gabriele whispered.
“No,” Joshua’s voice was emphatic. He stared at her.
She lowered her head under the withering force of his glare. “Did I do something wrong?”
Joshua’s expression was blank. “That depends,” he said. “Did you learn anything from tonight?”
She let out a long breath and with it went the tension and the lingering flicker of her ache to orgasm. Suddenly she felt cold, as though she was standing in the shadow of Joshua’s disfavor.
“That I can’t cum without your permission,” Gabriele said.
Joshua arched his eyebrows. “Anything else?”
She thought back and analyzed how she had felt… and how he had made her to feel. “That I have to be obedient.”
Joshua stepped so close to Gabriele that he needed only to lean forward to capture her mouth with a kiss. The realization made Gabriele’s heart trip and skip.
“You are a body for my pleasure,” Joshua said softly. “Repeat it.”
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“I am a body for your pleasure, Master,” Gabriele said dutifully.
“Remember that,” Joshua insisted. “Because that is the real lesson from tonight’s session. Your body is no longer your own. It belongs to me until this course is completed. That means I will use you for my pleasure and my entertainment. It also means that you must never, ever orgasm without my express permission. And it means you must shift your thinking beyond your own needs for release.”
“I understand.”
Joshua looked unconvinced. Boldly, he reached between Gabriele’s legs and slid a finger deep inside her pussy. She felt her body spasm and clench to hold him within her as her legs buckled and she felt her eyes begin to roll up into her head. She was so close to cumming.
“Repeat it,” Joshua insisted.
“I’m a body for your pleasure,” she croaked.
“Again.”
“I’m a body for your pleasure,” the touch of him was torture, and it took every ounce of her dwindling will and strength to resist the cunning press of his finger against the inner wall of her throbbing pussy.
“And what are you here for?” Joshua grilled her.
“To learn to submit!” the words were wrenched from Gabriele’s throat with a hiss. “To learn to please you and to obey!”
Her eyes were screwed shut, her teeth biting into her lip to stifle the wanton groan of maddening desire. Her hands were clenched into fists, bumping against the edge of the table.
“Will you cum without my permission?” Joshua was relentless.
“No. I promise.”
“And will you please me?”
“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
Joshua slid his finger from her pussy, and it came away wet and glistening with the sweetness of her juices. Gabriele slumped, gasping. Joshua held his hand to her lips and without instruction, she sucked her scent from his finger.
“Good girl,” Joshua said with grudging satisfaction. “Now you can go home.”
He left her alone to dress and then led her downstairs to the front door. He stood back to allow her to leave but as she passed across the threshold into the dark night, he seized her wrist suddenly and guided her hand across the huge bulge in his pants.
“Despite what you might think, I’m not made of ice,” he said. “Can you feel your Master’s cock?” Gabriele’s fingers moved by themselves, gently squeezing Joshua’s erection through the fabric.
“Yes, Master,” she said so softly that Joshua barely caught her words above the gasp of her breath.
He took her hand away. “That’s how much you turn me on. I want you to think about that until we meet again tomorrow night.”
Chapter 5:
Joshua worked at his office desk throughout the morning, monitoring the stock prices on the New York exchange, while he researched the merits of a pharmaceutical company he was interested in investing in. At lunchtime he shut the laptop down and reached for his cellphone. He dialed a number he hadn’t called since his years in Naval Intelligence.
“Buddy?”
There was a moment of silent disbelief and then a man with a booming New Jersey accent laughed down the line. “Joshua? Damn! How are you man?”
“I’m good,” Joshua said dismissively. “How are Ruth and the kids?”
“Great, man,” the voice was loud over a background of other voices. “But this isn’t a pleasure call, right?”
“Right,” Joshua said. “Are you still P.D.?”
“Sure. Still part of the thin blue line. I mean someone’s gotta keep the peace, right?”
Joshua smiled. “Then I need a favor, Bud. I want you to run someone down for me. I need everything you can get, photos too if possible.”
The man on the end of the line fell silent for just long enough to snatch up a pen. In the background Joshua heard the faint wail of a distant siren starting up. “Fire away, man. What’s the name?”
Joshua told him, and then hung up.
When Gabriele arrived for her second night of training, Joshua was waiting for her in the doorway. She was wearing a black figure-hugging dress, hemmed high up her thigh. She came into the foyer without hesitation, the smile more confident than the one she had worn the night before. She waited obediently until he closed the door and then turned to find him with her eyes when he made no move to lead her upstairs.
Joshua was watching her, leaning nonchalantly against the entry wall with his arms folded, his ankles crossed. There was a handsome piratical gleam in his eyes that made her tremble with the first premonition of sexual excitement.
Gabriele hadn’t cum since the previous morning even though Joshua had sent her back to her apartment the evening before with her pussy tingling and in aching need for release. She hadn’t even teased herself to orgasm when she had awoken in the early hours, her dreams haunted by the demanding touch of his fingers along the soft wet lips of her sex.
Now she was twitchy and on edge, like an addict who was strung out and in need of another hit. That was how she felt.
“Have I done something wrong, Master?” Gabriele asked shyly, her voice subdued. She was keenly aware of the way he was looking at her and the sheer intensity of his gaze made her feel like her skin was melting. She stood still and at attention. With her bag of work clothes left inside the door, she had nothing to occupy her hands. She felt exposed. She stole a furtive glance in his direction. He was wearing denim jeans again tonight and a black open-necked shirt. She could see dark crisp whorls of chest hair poking out from the deep V of his collar.
The way he stood with his arms folded bulged the sinews of his forearms and bunched the muscles across his chest.
“No, you have not displeased me,” Joshua answered at last.
With no more information, Gabriele stood in the awkward silence and slowly began to mentally melt down. She felt herself becoming more nervous with every second of quiet. It drew out interminably until the few shreds of confidence she had carried to the door had been silently stripped away. Again, she felt a fresh attack of unworthy uncomfortable insecurity.
And he had done it simply by staring at her.
When Gabriele felt herself at the very edge of screaming, Joshua suddenly pushed himself away from the wall and walked a tightening circle around her like a shark with the frenzied scent of blood in the water.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he passed her. She did as she was told without hesitation. On the next pass, Joshua ordered her to hitch her skirt up around her waist.
The fabric was stretch and clinging tight to her hips. She shimmied her hips until the black dress was bunched at the level of her navel.
Joshua’s next pass brought him closer. His eyes were on her panties. They were red tonight, he noticed; very sheer, very sexy. He wondered if they were damp.
“Put your hand down inside your panties,” he swept past again then circled behind her. Now Joshua was so close that Gabriele could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck as he drifted behind her. She shivered, and then slid one hand beneath the elastic of her panties. She cupped her fingers over the smooth mound of her pussy. She was trembling. The brief touch of her fingers was enough to reignite the dormant force of her lingering ache to cum.
“Finger-fuck yourself,” Joshua flashed past again, predatory. The sharp profanity of his order seemed to imbue every word with extra sexual tension. Gabriele dipped one finger inside her pussy. She was incredibly wet. She shuddered.
Joshua finally stopped the maddening circles when he was standing behind her. He pressed himself against her back and Gabriele felt herself yearn to melt against him. His mouth was at her ear, his breath rasping like a dangerous animal about to charge. She felt herself quail with the delicious thrill of her surrender.
“I’m taking you somewhere tonight,” Joshua’s voice was deceptively soft and measured as though he was watching her reaction to everything he said. “But before we leave, I need you damp and desperate to cum. That’s why you’re fingering yourself, Gabriele. I wa
nt you to play with your pussy until you’re on the verge of orgasm.”
She nodded her head. Her hand inside her panties seemed to move as if it had a life of its own, touching those secret places in a way that only she knew could arouse her.
Joshua heard the pant of her breath as she neared release. Soft wet sounds and the scent of her sex filled the room, seemingly amplified by the brittle silence. Gabriele cringed her shoulders, embarrassed by her wetness, but to Joshua it was a sound as sweet as music.
“Faster,” he insisted.
Gabriele closed her eyes, and her whole body began to hunch and tense. She bit her lip when the orgasm began to build and then her hips began to slowly undulate of their own accord. Joshua stopped her by seizing her wrist. He drew her hand from within her panties and, as he had the night before, insisted that she suck the juices from her fingers. Gabriele did so without thought.
“Very good,” Joshua said gruffly. “Now, take the dress off. You will be permitted to wear only your lingerie.”
A cold, sinking chill crept through Gabriele’s bones as the words echoed around in her head. She undressed slowly, but her mind was racing. She left the dress on the ground at her feet and stood in only red heels, lace panties and matching bra. She turned her head to catch Joshua from the corner of her eye and as she did her dark mane of long glossy hair shimmered across her shoulders.
“Follow,” Joshua said.
He went part way down the long corridor towards his office and then turned through a doorway into an open planned living and kitchen space. On the far side of the area, beyond a huge stainless steel refrigerator, was another internal door. Gabriele followed, her head swiveling from side to side. Joshua’s house was luxurious and magnificent, but with the sterility of a building that had never become a home. She sensed the rooms had never been filled with the sounds of laughter or living. It was a perfect shell, waiting…
The internal door led to a three car garage bathed in banks of overhead floodlights. Parked side by side were two luxury cars. Joshua snatched a set of keys from a painted wooden board of hooks and escorted her to a dark, gleaming sedan. Joshua opened the passenger door chivalrously, and Gabriele inhaled the unmistakable aromas of new-car smell and leather.
