Jonah Noble - Anticipation is everything by Jason Luke Page A

opened her eyes and slowly lifted her face to mine, there was still a hint of hectic excitement in the flicker of her gaze.
    “Take off your panties, and then bend over the chair,” I said. I gestured with my hand to the chair where Leticia had sat each evening.
    Cameron dutifully tugged her damp panties down her thighs and then stepped around the foot of the bed. She went to the straight-backed chair and glanced one last time at me from over the smooth brown skin of her shoulder.
    “Like this?” she asked softly. She bent at the waist, almost as if she were folding her body in two. She had her arms braced on the seat of the chair to support her. Her hair fell down across her face.
    I went behind her and took an appreciative look at the feminine shape of her figure. Her legs were long and toned, her bottom perfect in its symmetry. I kicked her legs apart with a sudden sexy growl and heard Cameron’s breath jam unexpectedly in her throat.
    I reached between her parted legs, traced the tip of my fingers across the swollen moist lips of her pussy. The sound in Cameron’s throat became something like a hum. I unzipped my pants slowly and then stepped out of my clothes. I was deliberately taking my time. I wanted Cameron to be writhing with a sense of anticipation… and I was expecting Leticia to arrive at any moment.
    I pushed the swollen heat of my cock between Cameron’s legs and felt the hungry wet invitation of her sex. She gave a little gasp and wriggled her hips.
    I looked back one last time to the bedroom door. There was no sign of Leticia – no sound of her in the hallway. I considered the implications of that for an instant and then turned my attention back to Cameron. She had come from Chicago for a glimpse into the lifestyle of a submissive. I clamped my hands tightly on her hips as though to trap her body in a vice – and then I thrust my cock deep inside her with a single lunge that overwhelmed my senses and left her panting ragged breaths.
    Cameron shuddered – a tremor of her body that started in the back of her thighs and then carried all the way through to her arms. She tried to push back to meet the demanding thrust of my cock but she had no leverage. I dug my fingers into the firm flesh of her hips as a warning to remain perfectly still.
    I withdrew my cock, left just the first inch of myself inside her and cupped the palm of my hand. I spanked the fleshy cheek of her bottom several times until the flesh there began to burn crimson. Cameron began to whimper, a blend of pleasurable pain and frustration. I leaned forward with my hips and another inch of my shaft buried itself inside her pussy. Cameron stopped whimpering and seemed to hold her breath, as though bracing herself for what might come.
    I smiled knowingly to myself. How many men in such a situation could possibly resist the wet gripping sensation of a woman’s pussy? How many men would forego discipline at this point and merely surrender to the primal urge to fuck?
    Most men.
    Not all men.
    Not me.
    I withdrew myself completely from her and she seemed to collapse and go soft. I dropped onto one knee and pulled apart the cheeks of her bottom. Her sex was wet and swollen with her excitement. I inhaled the aromatic scent of her pussy and then slowly drew the flat of my tongue along the folds of her like an artist making broad bold strokes of his brush. Cameron seized tight in an instant – every muscle in her body tensing. I hunted her clit with the tip of my tongue and strummed the sensitive jutting nub like a musician. Cameron was rocking slowly over the chair. When the taste of her was like wine on my tongue, I stood slowly and spanked her again.
    “Do not expect anything from me,” I said in a sharp tone of command. “Anticipation will leave you aroused and frustrated, because what you anticipate will never eventuate.” I gave her another cupped-handed spank – designed to create more noise than inflict pain. “You must leave your