Jonah Noble - Anticipation is everything by Jason Luke Page B

mind empty, make your body a blank canvas. It is for me to use, to color and create emotion, arousal and desire. Anything you expect or want will only lead to despair. Surrender yourself to me completely – and the rewards will be orgasms more intense than you could ever imagine.”
    Cameron sucked in a long tremulous breath. “Yes, Master!” she said in the voice of one who wanted to be made a true believer. “I will!”
    I thrust myself back inside her, sinking the full length of my cock deep within the moist embrace of her pussy. Cameron made a stifled sound of satisfaction. I felt the instantaneous grip of her muscles as they closed around me. I inhaled a sharp breath and then began to fuck her in long slow lunges, each movement designed to be an exquisite blend of satisfaction and torment. Cameron was on her tiptoes, grunting now with each new thrust of my hips. I felt her try to push back against me once more and I stopped as if it was a form of punishment.
    “Be still!” I snapped. “This is not for your pleasure, it’s for mine. You are to remain still and pliant. You are to surrender your pussy without thought of your own needs.”
    I spanked her bottom again, and then leaned over her body and took a fistful of her hair. Cameron gasped at the sudden shock, and then her breathing became ragged.
    I plunged myself deep inside her again. Cameron began to shudder. I found a slow, steady rhythm, fascinated by the delicate arch of her back, the movement of her shoulders and the quiver of her bottom as I deepened each stroke. Cameron was grunting, her face lifted so that she was staring at a blank wall. The chair began to teeter and then rock with the impact of each lunge, Cameron’s body washing helpless in the spindrift of my growing lust, like a piece of driftwood on a storm-tossed ocean. She had no control of herself – poised and off balance so that all she could do was respond and react to my will. I increased the rhythm of our bodies colliding together until the sound of flesh slapping hard against flesh filled the room.
    I sensed her rather than saw her.
    I knew she was there before she made a sound.
    I turned my head slowly and there she was.
    Leticia was standing in the doorway, her body half-hidden by the ajar door. She was watching Cameron – the sway of her breasts, the tensed arch of her back and the tented stretch of her fingers on the chair cushion. Then her gaze found mine. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a familiar flush of color high on Leticia’s cheeks. She came into the room, her movements almost feline. She was wearing just a pair of panties and a bra. She stood at the foot of the bed for a long moment with her hands clasped in front of her, almost self-consciously.
    “You can stand and watch, or you can make yourself comfortable,” I narrowed my eyes. I turned my attention back to Cameron. She had realized from my words that Leticia had come into the room. I heard her moan and I understood that the sound was somehow meaningful.
    Leticia crawled onto the bed and then lay on her side, moving in such a way as to avoid attention – as though I might look up and not have noticed her at all. But I had noticed her – I was aware of everything. I ran my eyes up the length of Leticia’s long legs to the nest of her pussy. Her legs were slightly parted. She was propped up on one elbow so that the weight of her breasts within the cups of her bra made the flesh there bulge like a provocation. I let my eyes drift back down to her panties. They were damp.
    When I felt the first familiar tingle of my own building release, I withdrew my cock from Cameron, still keeping her under control by holding a fistful of her hair. She turned around obediently and then dropped to her knees. Her mouth fell wide open and I slid my cock between her hungry lips.
    We were just a foot or two away from the side of the bed. Leticia’s eyes became misted with a glaze of lust. She watched the flex and leap of