mind?”
“I… I’m not sure…”
I frowned. “I don’t believe you,” I said flatly. “I don’t believe you have been considering an idea such as this for some time, and still not thought about guidelines.”
Leticia shrugged and a wan smile slipped off the corner of her mouth. “Maybe I have one or two ideas…”
I waited. Said nothing. Leticia suddenly seemed to become aware of the bed she was sitting on, as though the realization that one day soon I might be on this bed with another woman. She stood up and brushed dust from her hands.
“You have to promise you won’t fall in love,” Leticia waggled a finger at me like a menacing threat.
“I promise,” I clamped my hand over my heart. “And I think you should find the woman. I think it should be someone you select, not me.”
“Find a woman?” Leticia arched an eyebrow and propped her hands on her hips. “Jonah I don’t need to find a woman, I simply need to choose one.”
I frowned again. “Meaning?”
“Meaning Jason Luke gets a hundred emails a week from women wanting to learn submission from you – pleading for you to train them. They’ve all read the book – and they all want you to train them.”
I blinked. “I get emails?”
Leticia shook her head in a kind of wonder. “Yes,” she said. “I have a folder of women who have contacted you.”
I narrowed my eyes a little. It was another measure of how long Leticia had been contemplating this idea.
I shrugged. “Okay, so select a woman,” I said. “It doesn’t matter to me who you choose physically, but I will need to interview them and make sure they are emotionally and mentally suitable. I need to know they are truly submissive in nature, and not just caught up in the BDSM phenomenon because it’s popular.”
Leticia nodded. “What else?”
“You tell me.”
“A time limit,” Leticia offered. “A kind of safeguard. Long enough for you to begin working with the woman, but with a definite finish time so that we can re-group and decide whether the whole thing is working… or whether it is tearing us apart,” Leticia pursed her lips and frowned. “A week maybe.”
I nodded again. “Would she live here for that time, in the bungalow?”
Leticia shrugged. “I guess it depends on where she is traveling from. I think I would rather we book a hotel room for her – at least to begin with.”
“Where? The nearest city is three hours away?”
“Groves Crossing,” Leticia said. The Crossing was a little tourist town about thirty minutes away. I nodded.
“You’re hedging your bets,” I observed without rancor.
“Yes,” Leticia admitted. “Of course I am, Jonah. I want to try this, but I also want to be able to restrict the impact if it’s simply too much for me to deal with. I still can’t quite get a grasp on how I am going to feel watching you having sex with another woman and training her.”
I was nodding my head again. My previous experiences had always been devoid of the weight of emotions such as love. They had been encounters for physical pleasure.
“There’s one more thing…” Leticia said slowly, and I could tell by the tone of her voice that what she was about to say would be significant. “I don’t want you to orgasm with these women. I want you to train them, teach them, make them submit and engage in the sex you need to do that… but I don’t want you to orgasm.”
I flinched, replayed Leticia’s words and understanding the point she was making. “You want each training session to be like an extended foreplay – for us?”
“Yes!” Leticia said. “I want you to keep that one special thing for me, Jonah.”
I nodded slowly. “Do you want the woman to know that you will be watching – peeping?”
Leticia shook her head. “I don’t want any secrets,” Leticia said gravely. “The woman needs to know that I will be in the room while she is being trained. I don’t want to spy… I want to spectate.”
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