Page 36 of The Word Master
I went to the bed and sat beside her. I untied the blindfold and looked into her face.
Nancy looked like a tragic clown. Her mascara had run down her cheeks. Her eyes were wide and blinking, and there was a lopsided grin of blissful contentment on her lips. She combed her fingers through the tousled tresses of her hair. She was soft and drowsy, as though freshly woken. She took my hand and pressed it between her legs. Her pussy felt hot and moist.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “That was… was without doubt, one of the most memorable experiences of my life.”
“Were they all gentlemen?” I played the game with a concerned expression on my face.
“Yes.”
“And they didn’t hurt you?”
She shook her head and became coy for a moment. “Not as much as I wanted them to,” she said softly.
I let the comment go – for now.
“And they satisfied you?”
“Oh, god yes!”
I pretended to be curious. “More than I have?”
Nancy’s expression became serious. “It was a different kind of satisfaction,” she tried to find the words. She glanced away for an instant and then looked back at me, her eyes suddenly sparkling and bright. “It was the anonymity of it that turned me on, not the men themselves. It was just the sheer thrill of being wanton and wanted – of being used by strangers who could take whatever they desired. It’s something that has always aroused me…”
I nodded. “And did you behave as a submissive? Did you please them and obey all their instructions?”
“I think so,” Nancy seemed to be replaying the events of the past couple of hours in her mind. She nodded. “Yes, I think they would have been happy with the submissive whore they found waiting for them when they stepped into the room.” She fell silent for a moment. “But maybe you should ask them that question.”
I moved my hand from between Nancy’s legs and placed it gently on her thigh. I took her chin in the cup of my hand and looked into her eyes.
“There was no ‘them’, Nancy. It was me,” I said gently. “Every one of the three men who came into this room tonight was me, in disguise.”
She stared at me for long bewildered seconds, a look of sheer confusion crinkling her features. She searched my eyes for some sign of a lie or a jest but saw nothing.
“What do you mean?” she asked softly.
“I mean I blindfolded you and then I came into the bedroom as a guy smelling of cigars with a moustache. That guy was me. So was the next guy – the man who smelled of bourbon wearing the leather gloves…”
Comprehension began to light behind Nancy’s eyes. She became incredulous, shaking her head slowly, no longer in disbelief but in wonder.
“And the last man?” she asked softly.
“That was me too,” I confessed. “Cologne, right?”
She nodded numbly. “I… I thought they… I thought…” she became small and silent. She stared at the bedroom wall blankly, maybe trying to search through the sensory experiences for some clue she had missed.
“That’s why I kept your hands tied at all times, and that’s why I used you in the positions I did. I couldn’t risk you reaching up and feeling the features of my face because I knew you’d realize it was a charade.”
“Why?” she asked at last. “Why did you do this?”
I smiled. “Because I wanted to give you an experience you would never forget, and at the same time I wanted to learn more about you – about the kind of woman, and the kind of submissive you are.”
And to make a decision about our future.
Nancy nodded, like the pieces of the puzzle were very slowly assembling in her mind. “It seemed so real…” her voice trailed away.
“It was supposed to,” I said. I lifted her to her feet and led her, still naked, out into the living room area. The props remained strewn across the sofa. Nancy held the bottle of cologne to her nose and inhaled. Then I led her out onto the balcony. I pointed at the crushed remains of the cigar in a glass hotel ashtray. “Everything was carefully planned,” I explained, “because I wanted the illusion to be as realistic as possible. I wanted to give you the illicit thrill of having sex with three strangers, while at the same time ensuring you would always be perfectly safe. I wanted to create a fantasy for you, but without the dangers and consequences of reality.”
Nancy seemed detached. Maybe she was remembering all the things she had said and done when she thought she was alone with strangers. Now, perhaps, she felt self-conscious.
“Jericho, I…” she faltered for a moment. “Thank you…”
We drifted back inside. The night was becoming cool. Fog was rolling across the city like a damp grey blanket. Nancy bent and picked up her dress. I went into the bedroom and retrieved her heels.
“I have a table booked for 9pm in the hotel’s restaurant,” I said in a change of voice. “Why don’t you take a shower and freshen up. Then you can tell me all about that exciting work news you mentioned when you arrived.”
Nancy disappeared behind the bathroom door and a moment later I heard a burst of shower water. I sat down on the sofa, amidst the wreckage of the props, and I started thinking.
They weren’t happy thoughts.
Chapter 38.
The hotel restaurant was located through a set of internal glass doors beyond the ground floor lobby. Nancy hung on my arm as we were led to our table. The restaurant surprised me. I had expected an elegant, sophisticated atmosphere, bordering on pompous, but instead the lighting was bright, and the ambiance infected with a soft buzz of conversation from around the many tables.
The walls were decorated with massive cityscape paintings in thick textured oils, and full-length windows allowed night-light to spill in from the city. We were seated at a corner table and I looked out through the thick glass at a stream of pedestrians bustling past the front of the hotel.
A waiter brought a carafe of chilled water to the table and then drifted away again with a silent smile.
I stared across the table. Nancy’s eyes were bright and glittering with a sparkle of barely restrained excitement. She was floating on the afterglow of her orgasms and buoyed by the exciting news she wanted to tell me. I sat back in my chair and regarded her carefully.
“Okay, so we have a lot to talk about,” I said. “Why don’t you start? I’d very much like to hear your work news.”
Another waiter glided past and set a woven cane basket of herb bread on the edge of the table. “It’s complimentary,” he said. He handed us menus. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your orders.”
Nancy took her menu with a dismissive smile and set it down on the starched white tablecloth without even opening it. She leaned across the table with her hands clasped together like she was physically trying to restrain herself.
“I’m leaving Boston,” she said around an enormous smile of accomplishment and pride. “I’ve been offered a job in New York – the big smoke… and I start work on Monday.”
It was impossible not to show my surprise. I arched my eyebrows and then started to smile with genuine happiness.
“Monday?”
Nancy nodded. “I fly out tomorrow afternoon. The station has accommodations already booked until I find something permanent, and I’ll need to get everything moved…”
“Congratulations,” I said. I found myself leaning forward, mirroring Nancy’s body language. “Tell me all about it.”
Nancy was brimming, fit to burst. She pouted her lips, like she was trying to decide where to start. There was so much she had to tell me that everything poured out in a torrent of chattering words.
“It’s the career move I have always worked for,” she gushed. “I’ll be heading up a special project through our headquarter station, and rolling out a program to every one of the twenty-seven affiliates around the country.”
“A program?”
Nancy nodded. “Your program, Jericho! The chairman phoned me personally. The figures for your
show are so astonishing that the Board has decided to take the idea nationwide. They want twenty-six other BDSM Masters just like you – one in every affiliate across America. It’s the biggest, and most innovative development to happen in radio broadcasting since…” she shrugged her shoulders, still giddy with her enthusiasm, “well since ever!”
I frowned. “They decided all this based on just a couple of weeks worth of ratings?”
Nancy nodded. “Yes,” she said, fixing me with her stare. “Because the results have been too good to ignore. They want to move fast – before other stations try to imitate the concept.”
I was smiling - Nancy’s joy and enthusiasm was infectious. I filled our glasses with water because we still hadn’t ordered food or wine, and we toasted each other. “Well here’s to you,” I grinned with unaffected pleasure. “May your career in the Big Apple be a continuous success.”