Whisper of Desire

An interview involving a 'turning of the tables' and 'shock and awe' tactics.

A Whisper of Desire ~ Part 1

A sense of unease made me anticipate unforeseen developments. As a young American woman beginning my career in the UK, I felt apprehensive yet determined as I approached what would become the most important interview of my professional life. Despite countless revisions to my script and extensive research on the woman I would face, I remained anxious. I felt exposed and uncertain, almost as though I had been set up to fail.
"Don't you be letting me down now!" my boss's words echoed in my ears.
The subject was Seraphina, an English new wave punk artist. Her stage name, which meant "woman of fire," was a perfect fit for a woman who seemed to conceal herself behind a mask of dark makeup, aloof and curt in her usual responses. She possessed a striking presence, often clad in leather, with a composed and resolute demeanour that commanded attention. She oozed sexuality and confidence, practically purring like a tiger in previous chat show encounters.
The studio was set, and I could feel myself trembling. What made matters worse was my long-standing crush on her. I'd only ever had relationships with men, yet I felt an intense pull, fantasizing at night about what it might be like to kiss and sink into the soft face of another female, particularly one as striking as Seraphina. I was so out of my depth, and I knew it.
The interview began. The confident artist sat before me, legs parted, taking up more space. She wore a black leather jacket, tight dark jeans, and black stiletto boots. Her hair was tied back, and dark red lipstick and sunglasses made her an intimidating figure. I couldn't read her, and the thought of what her expressions might be behind those sunglasses made me squirm. I wasn't sure if it was because of my own arousal or simply because I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I stammered and stuttered, getting dates and names mixed up. She sat there, and I could feel her irritation as she corrected me.
From the corner of my eye, I saw my male manager in the background, looking at the floor and rubbing his forehead. I could only imagine his fury.
We moved on to a music video where a kiss between the artist and another woman was a key scene. Seraphina expressed pure disdain for the hypocrisy of MTV censoring it.
"Well I think the music industry should start from scratch!" she coldly replied.
I couldn't help but agree, but I had nothing of any substance to offer.
"Really?" I nervously asked. "YES... really," she replied in a frustrated and huffy tone.
She was becoming irritated at my naivety, and there was nowhere else to go.
After fifteen minutes, I became so nervous I just blurted out a common, predictable question.
"So ummm... this can be a good one! If you can pick three music artists... wait... maybe just three people to have a dinner party with, who would they be?" I offered a nervous smile, feeling like I had just provided an inadequate offering to a goddess.
She leaned back in her chair and huffed, a slow smirk spreading across her lips.
"Oh... that question?" Her voice was less than amused. She tilted her head slightly, and through the dark lenses of her sunglasses, I could feel her eyes glinting with amusement.
"Three artists for dinner... Hmm... do they HAVE to be alive? Or what if they are dead?" she asked.
"Ohh," I replied nervously. "I guess it's your party! You get to decide, who you want at your table, dead or alive and whatever age they would be too!"
She paused, letting the silence hang just long enough to make me squirm. My fingers twitched, and I nervously tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear, my cheeks tinged pink as I awaited my fate.
"Well!" she began with quiet confidence. "The first would be David Bowie. Of course! He knew how to wear many masks... and tore them off when it pleased him." Her voice dropped on the word "tear," drawing it out like silk as she held her unwavering gaze on me, almost sizing me up.
"Second? Nancy Sinatra. Raw poetry in leather boots."
She shifted slightly forward, closer, but she retained her hands folded in her lap like a predator playing polite.
"And third..." She let the silence hang, two breaths too long.
My eyes darted down and back up.
"You!"
My breath hitched. I stared in shock, even mouthing "me" as I pointed to my own chest.
"Yes... you, darling interviewer who can't even ask proper questions without turning pink at the edges!"
As she said this unashamedly, she smiled slowly, the kind that didn't reach past her lips, leaving only hunger behind.
"Because someone who trembles this easily under just words... I'd want them at my table until they couldn't speak at all... Until all they could do was whisper 'yes'... So, do you still want an answer...or are you already too far gone for one?"
I looked around, shell-shocked. The bright studio lights shone heatedly on me as I visibly sweated. I was a goner, and I had no idea how to salvage this. All the while, she sat there, smirking, her gaze never wavering, knowing she had me caught and was enjoying every moment of it.
Lost for words, I still attempted to rescue the situation.
"Well! I umm shucks! wow! I think I'd be so flattered to be amongst you, David Bowie, and Nancy Sinatra as well as you having us over for dinner! I wouldn't be worthy of such company surely!"
I was experiencing internal chaos and couldn't make out if she was flirting, dangling, or playing with me. The next line was my undoing.
"I mean that would be a night to remember for sure! Giggles"
With that, my superior stepped in and yelled, "CUT!" He looked enraged and walked off into another room. "Damn," I thought to myself. "There goes my moment to shine!"
As the break commenced, I stared at the ground and then back towards the woman who had just undone me. My thoughts swirled in my mind: Now I think I know another meaning behind never meeting your heroes!
I nervously looked down at the floor and felt a complete and utter mess. I struggled to make conversation to prevent an awkward silence.
"Well... that dinner party sounds fun! I guess I'd have to have a think about what to talk about! What do you like to talk about at the dinner table and I wonder how our conversation would go!"
I was almost shaking and biting my lip, and it was almost too much for the artist, who looked at me with what I could only describe as pity. She smiled at how adorably awkward I had become, finding it almost endearing. She leaned forward now, just close enough to touch me, close enough to feel the heat radiating off my trembling body.
"What if I asked you a few questions instead, darling?"
I fumbled again, recoiling in embarrassment. "Well... I guess if you want to interview me?... Well, I guess you are welcome to but there really isn't much to tell!"
She began to push a little harder.
"Mhmm, I'd love to ask you a few questions, darling... and don't be so modest. I think there's a lot to tell. You have a very expressive face, you know. You give so much away."
Her eyes roamed over my flushed pink cheeks, lingering on the way I kept biting my lip. She reached forward, and her fingertips softly stroked against my wrist, moving over the pulse point. It was racing.
Suddenly... there was a power cut. The lights and screens shut down just before the second part of the show was about to resume. I heard an announcement that the interview would be rescheduled. Seraphina took my hand and led me backstage, ready to deliver her knockout blow.

A Whisper of Desire ~ Part 2

We moved to a darker, more secluded area away from the studio and into a private room away from prying eyes and cameras. We stood close together, and my breath hitched as I felt her fingers stroke slow circles over the thudding pulse in my wrist, creating a quiet anchor. In the dimly lit room, my eyes went glassy, focused so intently on her touch. I took in my own flustered expression and trembling form.
She leaned in closer. "Can I try something, darling?"
I gulped and nodded softly. "I guess... what would you like to... try?"
With a coy smile, she relished in how I was trembling and gulping, and her voice dropped to a soft whisper.
"Just listen to me... do as I say, there is nothing to fear."
She gently took my hand within her own and pressed down upon my pulse point with two fingers, holding it just long enough for my breath to catch. I felt my focus narrowing, my breathing growing heavier, my body leaning inwards as she whispered seductively. I felt myself being ensnared, reeled in until sweet surrender became the only option.
She continued in her soft tone.
"You're so vulnerable now... That's it, sweetheart... just follow my lead... So good for me."
Her fingernails, painted black, continued their slow circles upon my wrist as she leaned her face closer to my ear, close enough that her words brushed against it like smoke. She kept her touch steady and constant.
At this point, I felt completely lost, overcome by flooding sensations of bliss. I was like a puppet, and Seraphina was pulling all the strings. She continued to press gentle kisses against my pulse point, and I felt the quick and steady thrum beneath her lips, feeling how soft and malleable I was, completely vulnerable to her every touch.
"Such a sweet little thing, aren't you?... Now... just stay there. Quiet. Still. Mine."
I tried to regain a sense of composure, mumbling something about not being able to gather any coherent thoughts, but I was immediately shut down and overpowered.
"Then don't think, darling. Just take what I give you... And let me fill that sweet emptiness with my touch...and my will. You don't need thoughts. You only need me."
She began to tilt my head to the side and nipped at my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt the delicate graze of teeth. A shudder and a whimper followed as the sucking became firmer, more passionate. Heavy breathing escaped my lips. I trembled, letting myself become taken over, feeling the pressure of her lips upon my neck become firmer and more passionate. I was beginning to become marked, and it felt so natural. I felt I was now a willing captive, muttering something about wanting to be Hers forever.
And then I felt the soft touch of rope, smoothly and securely entwining around my hands and feet until I was completely captive. She proceeded to tease me until I squirmed in ecstasy under her soft, yet tender touch.
She continued to nuzzle my neck gently, my skin warm under her lips as her fingers moved in slow, gentle circles. Her touches became frantic strokes as she began to pull me into helpless oblivion. Before I knew it, we were laid upon the floor in nothing but our underwear, shortly to be then removed. Seraphina was ravishing every part of me, leaving trails of little love bites all over my body. For hours, she made love to me, and I was brought to heavenly bliss by the pleasurable sensations that were delivered. Never had I been taken like this before, and my mind became a blur as I fully sank into the sweet sensations of surrender. I was swept up by the waves and brought ashore, where we embraced passionately on the floor. Seraphina kissed my cheek and held me, asserting her possessiveness.
"You belong to me, darling... you know that don't you? Every inch... every part... mine. I want to show you how good it can be. So precious, so eager... so perfect."
It was a beautiful journey that began with my own submission, a whisper of my own desire, previously hidden deep within.