Vignettes of a Master (6 page)

We Love Kink

March,
28
th
.

Jonah & Leticia
sexting.

My cell phone made a sound.

I hate cell phones. I have one for work. It is a tool, not a toy, so when I heard the unfamiliar chime, it took me a moment to realize that I had received a message. I stabbed at the buttons until a block of words appeared on the screen.

I WANT U 2 TAKE ME. IM URS.

I read the message twice and frowned. I thumped the re-dial function and heard the dial tone loud in my ear. Leticia answered.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

There was a long embarrassed pause. “I… I was sexting you.”

I rubbed my chin. “Why would you do that?” I asked.

“It’s,,, um.. supposed to be sexy…” Leticia offered, suddenly her tone lame.

I sighed. “Leticia, sexy is the sound of someone’s voice. Sexy is the way a man uses words when he whispers in his lover’s ear. Sexy is the seduction of sensual language, blending tones, breaths, soft sighs and evocative images. I don’t turn women on in 140 characters or less. Arousal takes time, and practice… and experience.”

Two Girls with a Passion for Books

March,
31
st
.

Jonah Noble buying flowers for Leticia.

Leticia smiled as she came towards me, and I stood on the sidewalk and watched the way her body moved: the way the swing of her hips was accentuated.

She kissed me on the cheek, and smiled. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she said, and her words were a husky whisper.

“I have been thinking about you too,” I said.

I brought the flower from behind my back and held it out to her. Leticia’s expression became pure delight. She took the flower and held it up to her
face, inhaling the scent. “An Iris?”

I n
odded. The flower was a single Iris. I had selected it with care.

“An I
ris is a beautiful flower,” I explained, “and it has meaning. When a woman receives an Iris it is a symbol of faith and hope. That’s why I’m giving it to you, Leticia,” I explained, gazing into her eyes. “I want you to have faith in our future, and I want you to remember that hope can inspire people to achieve the most amazing things.”

Two Girls with a Passion for Books

March,
31
st
.

Jonah and Jason at a Restaurant~ meet a fan
.

The woman came to the restaurant table and stood nervously. She was smiling. She looked at me, and then across the table to Jason Luke.

“I know you!” the woman said to me. She was trembling, her body humming with a barely restrained excitement. “You’re Jonah Noble. You’re the man from ‘Interview with a Master’.”

I smiled into the woman’s eyes and nodded. “Yes, I am,” I said. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

The woman’s smiled broadened. She had a paper napkin in her hand. She thrust it out to me hopefully. “Would you mind…?” she implored me. “Could I have your autograph?”

I smiled again. I had a Mont Blanc pen in my pocket – I carried it with me always. I signed the napkin with a flourish.

As the woman waited, she flicked her attention across the table to where Jason Luke sat, watching the whole scene play out as though he might write about it. The author had a steady gaze – the eyes of a man who was accustomed to watching at far-off horizons. It was unnerving.

The woman turned to the author apologetically. “Sorry to interrupt your lunch. Are you a friend of Jonah’s?”

Jason Luke shook his head. “We are acquaintances,” he said vaguely.

I wouldn’t let the comment pass. I nudged the woman. “He is Jason Luke. He’s the author of the book.”

For long seconds nothing happened. The woman seemed to be processing the information. Then her expression changed in an instant, becoming like thunder. She wielded her handbag like a club and hit Jason Luke across the back of the head. “Bastard!” she hissed with venom. “You left this poor character facing a death sentence at the end of the first book! Fix it for the second one, you hear me? Fix it Jason Luke. Let him live, or I will hunt you down and make your life a misery!”

A note from Jason:

Wow! The response to this scene was perhaps the most overwhelming one from readers I could remember. I liked the opportunity to poke fun at myself.

Two Girls with a Passion for Books

March,
31
st
.

Leticia confides in Tiny in the car on the way back to her apartment.

Leticia stared out through the window as Tiny eased the big car out through the estate gates and onto the winding mountain road. The night was dark: there was no moon. The sky was filled with a million stars. Leticia found one that seemed brighter than all the others. She closed her eyes, and made a silent wish.

Then she opened her eyes.

If wishes are to come true, they often need a little help…

“I love him, Tiny,” Leticia said, as though she were speaking into the dark night sky. “I’m in love with Jonah.”

The big man behind the steering wheel glanced into the rear vision mirror. Leticia was sitting, huddled and forlorn in the corner of the leather seat. She must have sensed his eyes upon her. She flicked a glance, and their eyes locked.

“Can you stop yourself?” Tiny asked quietly. “Can you find a way to fall out of love with him – before it becomes serious?”

Leticia closed her eyes, and sadly shook her head. “I don’t think so…”

Tiny sighed, and turned his attention back to the road. “Then you’re lost. So you might as well fall hard. You can’t get a little bit pregnant, and you can’t be a little bit in love, if you want a relationship to work. So love him with all your heart, and hope he will love you back.”

Two Girls with a Passion for Books

March,
31
st
.

Jonah watching Leticia at her photo shoot
.

Leticia pouted at me – her lips were bright red, her face and hair made up in the style of a glamor model from the fifties. She was wearing a pink lace negligée, and red high-heels. I could see the firm proud shape of her breasts below the sheer fabric, and the dark shadow of her sex, just above the hem of the garment. Leticia spread her legs wide and bent forward at the waist, so that the soft swell of her breasts showed above the lace neckline.

The photographer snapped the photo, then turned to me and shrugged.

I nodded.

I crossed to Leticia. “The photographer is disappointed,” I said. “And so am I.”

Leticia didn’t look surprised. Her heart wasn’t in this photo session. She felt awkward and self-conscious. She seemed to cringe every time she was asked to pose.

“You forget the purpose of this exercise,” I said softly. “You forget why you are here.”

She started to protest but I pressed my finger to her lips. “You are doing this for me. These photos are for me alone to see. I don’t want you go through the motions - I want your soul, your spirit, your energy and your sensuality captured. Those things I love most about you are the things I want on film.”

True Story Book Blog

March,
31
st
.

Leticia asking Jonah for advice on how to give a good
blow job. His office.

“Open your mouth.”

Leticia opened her mouth wide, into the shape of an ‘O’.

I traced the tip of my finger around her lips, and then cupped her chin in my hand. She closed her mouth.

“Pleasing a man with your mouth is an essential trait that every submissive must learn, Leticia. It is a fundamental skill – but more than that – understanding how to give such pleasure is intrinsic to your success as a submissive.”

Leticia looked confused – bewildered. I took her hand in mine. “You will never please a man with your mouth by simply going through the motions,” I explained.
“That’s not giving pleasure. Merely bobbing your head back and forth is impersonal – mechanical. If that is how you try to please a man, then you cannot hope to succeed. Giving pleasure needs to be instinctive. You need to be aware and alert. You need to understand the messages of the man’s body, the subtle sounds he makes, and the way he responds. Oral sex should never be mechanical, and nor should love-making. Each time you decide to pleasure a man, you need to make that moment unique – because the man will respond differently each time. It is an art, and a skill, Leticia. Not a routine.”

Leticia nodded slow understanding. I kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “Good girl,” I said warmly. “Now, kneel down before me.”

True Story Book Blog

March,
31
st
.

Jonah finds Leticia pleasuring herself in the shower.

Soft billowing clouds of steam filled the bathroom. I pushed the door quietly closed behind me, and stared for long silent moments at the silhouette behind the smoky glass walls of the shower.

It was Leticia. I could see the fragmented shape of her body. She had her back pressed against the glass, so that I could see the brown skin of her back, and the way her hips flared beneath her narrow waist. I could see the shape of her firm rounded bottom pressed hard against the glass.

I stepped closer to the shower, hypnotized, entranced by the shape of her as the spraying water beat down on her body and silenced the sound of my steps.

I heard her moan.

It was a soft, sensual sound – a sound from somewhere deep in the back of her throat. I paused, stood frozen. The sound came again, this time huskier, more urgent.

Leticia turned her head to the side, threw her head back, and I saw the sudden frantic move of her shoulders.

She was pleasuring herself.

True Story Book Blog

March,
31
st
.

Jonah tells Leticia to watch them in a mirror
.

Leticia wiped her hand across the vanity mirror, sweeping away the mist of steam – and saw me standing behind her.

She flinched, and then gasped. She was naked, and there was still the flush of color across her chest from the orgasm she had given herself in the shower.

“I was watching you,” I said hungrily. “Now I’m going to take you.”

I came up behind Leticia and gripped her shoulders. Her skin was glistening wet. She folded forward across the vanity and I felt the hard urgent need of my own body press at the fabric of my pants.

“Spread your legs,” I said. My voice was raw and insistent.

Leticia obeyed. She shuffled her feet apart and my hand slid down across the cleft of her bottom and then went lower – until I cupped her warm sex within the palm of my hand. Leticia’s legs seemed to buckle at the knees. She gasped. I saw a glimpse of her face reflected in the mirror. Her eyes were closed.

With my free hand I entangled my fingers in the damp tresses of her hair and tugged gently. “No, don’t close your eyes,” I commanded. “Open them and watch. I want you to see your face at the moment I make you come – I want to see how beautiful you look at the instant of rapture.”

True Story Book Blog

March,
31
st
.

Leticia alone in her office
.

“Are you at your desk?”

“Yes,” Leticia said. She was suddenly breathless. I could hear the hectic sound of her ragged panting clearly in the receiver.

“Good,” I crooned soothingly. “Are there many people around?”

“Lots!” Leticia said. “Jonah, it’s a newspaper office. There are always lots of people around.”

“Even better,” I said. There was a smile in my voice that I hope she heard down the end of the line. I was smiling because I was pleased.

I held the phone close to my ear and thrust my other hand deep into the pocket of my pants. I began to pace the room as I instructed Leticia in simple, short sentences. “Sit back in your chair and spread your legs.”

“What?” Leticia’s horror made her voice unnaturally loud.

“Do it,” I said. “And when you have, I want you to take off your panties and then slide your hand down until you can feel the warmth of your sex. I want to know if you are wet.”

There was a sudden loud clatter, and I flinched my head. A moment later I heard Leticia’s apologetic voice. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I dropped the phone.”

I smiled. “That’s okay,” I said “…now drop your panties.”