Page 25 of The Word Master
I nodded. “That’s right.”
There was a moment of silence. Finally the man brought his hands from his pockets. In one hand was Nancy’s bra, and in the other hand were her panties – the garments I had dropped over the balcony.
“These fell on the walkway steps, right outside the doors,” the man said curiously, with no change to his expression that would betray his thoughts. He held up the lingerie like they were prize exhibits from a crime scene. “And I heard a woman cry out…”
I said nothing. The old man’s gaze was enigmatic. “I figured you might like to return them to the lady, y’know.”
I nodded. The doorman looked hard at me and I looked back at him, an understanding exchanged between us without a word being necessary.
“You keep them,” I said at last around a knowing smile. “The lady won’t be wearing lingerie any more.”
Chapter 25.
When I went into the radio station on Monday evening, April was prowling the corridor, waiting for me. She had her arms wrapped around herself like she was restrained in an imaginary straight-jacket, and there were livid spots of color on her cheeks. She came down the passage towards me, holding up her cell phone like it was a weapon.
“Have you seen or heard from Nancy fucking Collett?” April fumed as she came closer.
I chose my words carefully. “Not today,” I shook my head.
“Well I fucking have!”
I’m an intuitive guy – I pay attention. My super sharp instincts told me that April was pissed, and that Nancy was the problem.
Clever guy, right?
April thrust her cell phone into my hand. “Read that!”
I looked down at the phone. There was a text message – just a few lines. I ran my eyes over the message that Nancy had sent, and then looked up at April. She was hopping from one foot to the other in agitation.
“So?” I asked.
“So? So?” April looked incredulous. “She’s up to something.”
I frowned and looked back at the message. I read it again. Maybe I wasn’t as clever as I thought because it seemed perfectly harmless.
“She congratulated you for the work you are doing and said she trusts your professionalism…” I looked bewildered. “I don’t get it…”
April snatched her phone back and buried it deep in her handbag. “I don’t get it either, but there’s something there,” she insisted. “Something unwritten between the lines that I –”
She stopped abruptly at the sound of a door slamming closed. It was Grover. He was coming out of one of the editorial offices, and there was a sheepish expression on his face. He had the binoculars in his hand. He smiled at April, nodded at me.
I nodded back at the creep.
Chapter 26.
It only takes one minor issue to cause a backlog of problems in the world of radio broadcasting. Usually what suffers is the schedule. At the start of the program we had difficulties with the phone lines. That meant April had to program more commercials and music. By the time we were due to begin the sub-club segment, the entire four-hour play-list had gone out the window.
“We’ve got maybe forty-five seconds!” April choked. She was flapping around the studio frantically, stabbing her fingers at the keyboard and talking to Grover in the booth through the intercom at the same time. The phones still weren’t online, and I could see Grover with his cell phone pressed to his ear through the glass, talking to technicians.
I went hurriedly across the studio and tugged down the vertical blinds to isolate the studio, then plugged in the jack for the hand-held mic. April hurled her pillow onto the floor and undressed faster than Superman in a phone booth. She was panting as she scraped hair from her face and tried to settle herself.
She was wearing black panties and matching bra. I noticed a couple of small bruises on the back of her thigh. They weren’t the marks of physical abuse… they were more like the telltale signs of some light BDSM experimenting. I figured April and Renata had spent the weekend exploring the kink of submission – but I said nothing.
“Can I still touch you – without it being intimate?” I asked quickly.
April nodded her head, “Of course.”
I stole a glance at the clock. Ten seconds remained before we were live. I snatched up the mic and stood in the middle of the studio floor, close behind where April knelt.
Familiar jazz music drifted out through the speakers.
“Hello my sexy sub-club members and welcome to a new week of submitting to your on-air Master,” my voice slipped instinctively down an octave and my speech slowed so that it sounded as if I was talking to each listener personally. “I hope you are going to be good girls for me tonight.”
I waited a couple of beats and glanced down at April. Her back was straight, her hands clasped behind her.
“I trust you are kneeling comfortably and prepared. Tonight you will need two tapered candles… You have one minute to be ready for me.”
I leaned across the desk and thumbed a key. Commercials were cued to play. April looked up at me, puzzled.
“Do I need a candle?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No,” I said. “Not for what I have in mind.”
I said nothing more. The jingle at the tail end of the last commercial went to air, and then the loop of jazz music picked up from where it had left off.
“I need you undressed tonight,” I announced in a lust-filled whisper. “I want you to take off your bra and your panties – I want to see how sexy you are.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, counting in my head, and figuring how long I should allow for listeners to get undressed. When I looked again, I saw April. She had her bra off, her milky, perfect breasts free, and she was reaching for her panties. I shook my head and trapped her wrist. She read the message in my eyes but shrugged her shoulders off-handedly.
“You can see as much on any beach,” she mimed.
She left her panties on and sank back down to her knees.
“Tonight, I’m going to fuck you,” I declared over the airwaves. “Tonight will be the first night – the first of many to come. I want you on your hands and knees, your legs spread wide. Reach back with your fingers and play with your pussy – you know how much I love it when you’re wet for me.”
In the fraught, sexually charged silence that ensued, April settled herself on her hands and knees and reached back to rub herself through her panties. She circled her clit with her fingertips, and the wispy fabric clefted between the lips of her pussy as she steadily increased the pressure of her touch.
I watched mesmerized. April began to rock slowly. Her breasts swayed. She arched her back and for an instant her nipples grazed across the carpet. She let out a whispered gasp of arousal.
I dropped onto my knees behind her.
“When you’re wet and ready for
me, I want you to use the second candle and imagine it’s your Master’s cock,” I said into the mic, striking a balance between issuing the instructions and filling my voice with the raw kind of desire a woman would expect from their real-life Master. “Tease yourself. Rub the candle over the lips of your sex and clit until you’re aching. That’s what I want – I want you to ache for me to fuck you. I want you to sob with a desperate desire.”
I paused for another long beat of silence while I visualized women across Boston strumming the sensitive nub of their clits until they were beginning to tremble.
“Now,” I said. “I want you to feel me enter you. I want you to slide your Master’s cock deep inside your pussy and then begin to push back against me. I want you to give me the fuck of my life as you feel my shaft slide in and out of your pussies. Moan if you must. Thrash your head from side to side… call out my name as you take yourself to the edge of climax.”
With my free hand I reached for April’s hip and pulled her back against the bulge within my jeans. She croaked in surprise and then lowered her head. I pushed against her and she pushed back until we were simulating sex, and she began to grind harder and harder, thrusting with the strength of her arms. Her breasts swayed as if to the beat of a mesmerizing dance. She growled. The soft sound of her bottom slapping against my hips was muffled by the rising thrill in the back of her throat.
“Imagine us locked together,” I said. “Think about me driving my cock between your thighs, filling your tight sweet pussy with every lunge. Imagine my hungry eyes on you – watching the arch of your back and the tremble of your shoulders – the hypnotic sway of your beautiful breasts as you impale yourself again and again and again…”
April’s braced elbow began to buckle. She whimpered. She was close to the edge of her orgasm. Her body became incredibly still, just the rhythmic movement of her arm as her fingers played across her pussy.
“I want you to come for me!” I hissed the order. I dug my grip into the flesh at April’s waist and held her against me. She gasped out a long choke of breath and then threw her head back so her face was lifted to the studio ceiling.