My Wife & Master Jake

“My Wife & Master Jake”

By Pebbles Lacasse

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TEASER  #1 

 

     He sets his fork on the table and asks, “Do you like to give oral sex to men?”

     “As opposed to what? Women?” I giggle.

     “Since you asked, have you ever been with a woman?” he asks me, before picking up his sandwich and biting into it.

     I shake my head and furrow my brow. “This seems very clinical, like I’m having lunch with a therapist.”

     “I’m sorry. I’m trying to get to know you better.”

     “Oh, I thought maybe your previous career was psychology.” I try to sound as if I’m joking, but it doesn’t come across that way.

     “I will try not to seem so clinical, as you suggested. How should we get to know one another if nobody asks questions?”

     “We could just talk like friends do.”

     “Do friends not ask one another questions?”

     “Yes, but not one after the other.”

     “Am I doing that?”

     “Yes, you are.”

     “You could ask me a question.”

     I pause as my brain whips through the hundreds of questions I had lined up to ask him, but I get flustered. Not a particular one stands out. I shrug. “No, I have never … been with a woman.”

     He follows up with, “Would you like to be?”

     “Why are you asking me all these personal questions?”

     “Because you’re letting me,” he tells me. “Okay, let’s turn the spotlight on me, if you’d prefer. I’m sure you have plenty of questions for me.”

     I scoff, sarcastically. “No, not even one!” He smiles as if waiting for me to tell him what day of the week it is. “I have too many to get through during one luncheon.”

     “Then begin with some of the most burdening ones.”

     I set my fork down and swallow my mouthful of chewed lettuce. He’s forward, so I will be too. “My husband tells me you are a cruel man in the bedroom. Is that true?”

     His smile is tight as if forcing himself to hold back a belly-shaking laugh. “I am only as vicious as women want me to be. Cruel? Nobody I’ve been with has ever referred to me as cruel. I haven’t hurt anyone in a way they didn’t approve of. Often, when I assert pain, it awakens their senses. There’s a physical and mental reaction to different stimuli. It’s not always about pain. Sometimes a scent, sound, taste, or soft touch will have an equal effect. When I can get someone out of their own mind, they’ll get to a place where only the physical exists. Most people keep their walls up during intimate moments, even if they think they aren’t. A hit to the senses – pain, for example – helps to break them down. It’s then that I can take them to another level of pleasure, a place some had no idea even existed. They simply have to let it happen.”

     “And the women enjoy this?” I have my doubts.

     “Very much so.”

     “Have you ever hurt anyone?”

     “Of course. Are you asking if I’ve ever injured anyone? I have never severely injured anyone. There have been some bruises that lingered longer than I’d have preferred them to. Skin sometimes pinches from ropes. A person bled once, but no broken bones or any residual marks that weren’t coverable with clothing.” Jake stares at me while my teeth grind away at the mutilated bite of sandwich being shoved around in my mouth. I cover my mouth with my hand when his eyes leave my own, lowering to ogle my jaw while I gnash my way through my food like a ravenous dog with a raw steak.

     “Why did you cover your mouth?”

     I swallow before I’m ready. The food sticks in my throat. I swallow twice more to force it down. I gulp the rest of my coffee before meeting his eyes. “Because you were staring at me while I was chewing.”

     “Were you going to say something, but your mouth was too full?” I shake my head. “Did I make you feel self-conscious?”

     “Yes. You’re rather intimidating.” Dammit! I said it.

     “So, intimidate me. You have the power to do so if you choose to. You can stare into my eyes and force yourself not to look away. One of us will break. It doesn’t have to be you. You don’t realize the level of power you hold over men. You could rule any situation if you learned how to. I can teach you.”

     “You want to teach me how to intimidate people?” I laugh and shake my head. “I’m not one of those confident people who can take control of a room by walking into it the way you can.”

     “And that is where you would be wrong.” I shake my head. He continues, “Come home with me, and I’ll show you how to harness your power.”

     I take a deep breath and hold it, fearing what I’ll say when I let it out. Should I take a risk that could be an amazing, life-altering experience that will bring Henry and I closer together, or will it ruin us? Do I turn him down and walk out of this café, too afraid to try something new? I should, but I don’t really want to do the right thing right now. I want to be bad, to sin, to be the slutty wife who fucks her husband’s co-worker. This experience could help me write a great novel about my adventures with this young, confident stud.

     Sensing my inner dilemma, he presses his hand against his chest and vows, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. You can leave any time, no questions asked. Take a chance, Beth.”

     I hear myself say, “Yes.” What? Did I say that out loud? Okay, well, here goes nothing! Jake smiles, pleased by my simple response that could change both of our lives for the better, or the worst. The way he forces his lips tightly together makes him look like he’s trying to maintain his level of maturity. It’s obvious that all he wants to do is jump up and down with excitement because he has a new toy.

     He sips his coffee while looking at my eyes with intent. “Should we go now?”

     “If we don’t, I might change my mind,” I confess.

     He tilts his head and whispers, “You can change your mind at any point in time.”

     “You don’t have to be back at work?”

     He shakes his head. “No, I cleared my schedule and took the afternoon off.”

     I joke, “That was a little presumptuous, wasn’t it?”

     “Just hopeful.” Jake grins, then tosses a small wad of bills on the table before standing up. He puts his hand out in a gentlemanly fashion. I take it and slide out from the booth. When I stand, he pulls me in so close that his body is almost touching mine. We are face to face. I can feel his breath on my cheek.

      I stutter, “Are… are you going to… to kiss me right here in… in the café?”

     “Would you like me to?” The way he whispered, asking permission, in such a calm and seductive manner has me wanting to lean in and sample the delicious pair of lips I’ve been yearning to taste for almost an hour.

     I clear my throat and hope my voice doesn’t crack. “No, someone we know might see us.” I turn on shaking legs and begin making my way toward the door.

     “As you wish,” he places his hand on the small of my back, allowing me to lead the way out of the café.