Her Master's House

Her Master’s House

Chapter One: Phone Tag

On surveillance, Jackson sat in a company car sipping stale, cold coffee. The fat woman was in that house and her husband wasn’t due home for another hour. Jackson rolled his eyes – he had always hated Tuesday nights and this job had simply magnified that loathing by at least a power of 10. This husband-wife team were the fattest most boring couple to ever work for the CIA. Jackson was tempted to dictate this into his report under his “subjective” findings – fat, boring assholes slept their lives away yet again. A humorless smirk criss-crossed his face - he knew his secretary for this job would appreciate it, at least.

His blue eyes cut to his watch…there was one thing he could do to enliven the evening. Something that Lisa wanted, that they both needed, and that he felt ready to take care of. They had been moving towards it since…probably since they first met. Too, she had been pushing him in this direction, asking in all the right ways. But, all the same, he wasn’t entirely sure she was ready for it. He grinned nastily, his tongue flicking across his bottom lip as he reached for his phone. That, of course, was part of the point.

He spoke into the phone, “Home” and waited for the call to complete to Lisa’s cell, his eyes raking across the front of the house and up and down the late-night street. Different company, same boring shit…why were the people he was after always so fucking quiet? Things wouldn’t really start to develop until - he shook his head and rubbed his palm across his face. Stubble. Of course. He smiled softly, thinking of Lisa lightly squeezing her thighs along his jaw and teasing him, “Come on, Jack…do that jaw thing with your muscle…” and he would pulse it against her and she would laugh and groan and push her sweet candy pussy appreciatively against his mouth.

The line clicked and her soft, clear voice beamed over the satellite straight to his balls, “Hello?”

His smile for her vanished and he spoke professionally, “Lisa. Do you know why I’m calling?”

He could hear the grin in her voice, her warmth projecting to him, he willed it away and waited. She answered sweetly with a meaningful laugh, “I know why I hope you’re calling.”

He waited. He could hear her shuffling paper in the background and did not speak. She prompted him, “Jackson? Are you there, honey?”

He paused another drumbeat before cutting her off in the middle of speaking his name again. “Of course, I’m here. I don’t have all fucking night, either. Are you able to hazard a goddamned guess for my call or not? Because if not, I’m hanging up. Some of us do work for a living…honey.” He taunted her – she wanted to work, was in fact desperate to, but…He heard her splutter on her end of the phone and then breathe deeply; he refused her the chance to retort. “Leese? Suck it up and answer my fucking question in three seconds. One…Tw-“

“I think you’re calling to fuck with me.” Lisa sounded playful and…wary.

“Very very good.” Jackson let his chuckle vibrate through the receiver. “Good girl. I knew you could do it. Always at your best when you’re under pressure, Leese…do you know that? Skip that; it’s rhetorical. Are you still listening?”

“Yeah,” her answer was instantaneous - nearly cutting off his question – but, petulant.

Nothing he couldn’t handle with a tug on the reins, “I want to hear you drink a big glass of water. Use one of those big blue cups you bought at Publix last week.”

“Those are huge, Jackson. I worked out but I’ve been drinking and eating; I’m not dehydrated-“ Lisa was a sports fanatic but battled with hypoglycemia and dehydration.

Jackson didn’t give a damn or require reassurance regarding her physical condition,
“I’m waiting. My valuable time. Pissed away by a pointless medical report-“

She laughed and tossed the phone down; he smiled as he heard her getting water out of the fridge and pouring it into one of those huge 32 ouncers. She walked back to the phone and said, “You there?”

“No. I’m over here, across town, remember? Drink your fucking water. And make it snappy. I have to move soon.”

Lisa’s laugh was nervous and then he heard her drinking for what seemed like an eternity. And, then she was gasping, “There. All down. Water turning you on or something?”

He grunted, “Or something. Now, Lisa, you pay attention because I will not repeat my directions.”

“OK.”

“Barring death or dismemberment – mine or someone else’s - I will be home in 3 hours. 3 hours from this exact moment. To the second. And, in that time, you will not go into the bathroom. You will not go near a sink or stray outside. You will not sleep. You will put that cup into the dishwasher and you will go sit down and watch tv. And, wait for me. To arrive home to you. In 3 hours time. Do you understand?”

She was hesitant, “Ummm…OK…” he could visualize her awkward shrug and lean away from the phone, but he let her fumble for it, “I’m gonna have to pee; like I said, I worked out today and I’ve been drinking water all evening and…”

“I thought you were listening.”

“I was…I am, but…”

“Lisa, you will not urinate until I give you permission to do so. And, that won’t be until welllllll after I arrive home. Is this not….acceptable to you?”

“No…I mean, yes-“

“Which is it, Leese?” He deliberately kept his tone bored but inside he was trembling – his hard-on uncomfortably tight against his thigh. His brain pressed backward for a moment, to the first time he had thought of her outside of his surveillance routine, to the first time he had watched her over the lap-top, to the first time he had touched her hair on the airplane, to the in-flight bathroom and…Yep. Destiny. But, there was only one opportunity for them to get this right together.

He felt that old anger twist in his gut and tamped it down. He had to remember that this was not the time for that. Tonight he needed to be at his most controlled. He did have a point to get across, a correction to demonstrate, an opportunity to offer. Jackson lifted the receiver away from his mouth and swallowed tightly, stealthily so she could not guess his excitement.

“I mean…it is…acceptable. I won’t pee. Until you…say.” She wasn’t sounding the least bit put out now. No. She sounded…anxious, excited.

Jackson could envision her next to the computer in the kitchen, standing stock still, realizing he was granting her wish. He allowed himself another clandestine swallow and spoke another demand, “You. Promise.”

“Yes. Yes. I promise. OK?”

“Maybe, we’ll see…you know, you’ve been bringing me off awfully quick lately-”

“Oh…I didn’t realize.”

“Don’t lie, Lisa. It doesn’t become you. As I was saying before I was interrupted –“ He paused for a moment, as if something crucial had just occurred to him – his tone changed to utter disbelief, “-certainly you didn’t mean to interrupt me. Did you, Leese?”

“No, Jack, I did not mean to interrupt you.”

He did not care for her tone and moved his voice lower, menacing, as if each word was meant to question her sanity, “Then what were you doing interrupting me?”

Lisa did not attempt to hide the quaver in her voice. She was trembling with anticipation. She wanted so much from him, so so much. “I wasn’t. I didn’t. I mean, that was not my intent. I was thrown off by what you were saying. I mean, I’ve been coming fast too. I didn’t know you minded and it would get you all…”

“All what, Lisa? Get me all what?” He could hear her sharp intake of breath as his words hissed over the phone.

She took a more deliberate shaking inhalation and answered on the exhale, “Hostile, intense.”

Jackson sneered venomously, “You think this is hostile and intense? After all we’ve been through together and this is what you single out as Not Nice Jack? Lisa, this is me at my most…charming.”

“Uhhh…”

“Fucking duh is right, Leese. You know what I think? I think you’re fooling yourself and worse, you’re trying to fool me. This is bullshit, Lisa. I’m disappointed. I thought we were past this. I thought you got it. But, since you’re having some kind of female moment I’ll spell it out for you.

If I were dissatisfied with you in the sack I would tell you in the sack. Right now, I’m telling you about your behavior, about your newfound fucking domesticated attitude, about your bogus assumptions – about your brand spanking new comfort zone, Lisa. I question it all, Lisa – yes, I do. As you stand there in my kitchen, drinking my water, and buying shit with my money – I question your will to see this thing through. I suspect you’ve gone soft. Do you have anything you would like say? Because if you do, now’s the time.”

Lisa considered but decided this would not be to her advantage. He was obviously on a roll. And, she liked it. She steadied her voice, “No.”

“Very good. Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, you have been bringing me off awfully quick. When I get home I won’t be returning the favor. You’re gonna wait, Leese. You’re gonna wait as long as I want you to wait. You may wait until well after lunch tomorrow or…longer. What do you think about that?”

“No…I mean, yes-goddamnit…”

“Watch your mouth. Which is it this time, Leese? Review it for me so I understand there is a point in me arriving home at the agreed upon time.”

“I mean…I’ll cum when you say, Jack. I’ll wait, and I’ll watch tv and I won’t pee and I’ll cum when you say. Yes.”

“Good girl. And, Leese, don’t think you can cheat…I’ll know if you do and I would hate to find out you had wasted more of my valuable time.”

“No, I won’t cheat.”

“At least you sound sure this time.”

“I’m sure.”

“But, the question remains - are you wet, Leese?”

“Yes.”

“How long did it take?”

“From when you first said my name,” Her voice was thick with lust and emotion - exactly what he had been waiting to hear.

He softened his voice and murmured appreciatively, “What’s the word, Leese?”

She hesitated only a moment, “…wire.”

“Peachy.” And, he hung up the phone and checked his watch: 2 hours, 56 minutes to go.