Teach Me Master - Chapter 10&11

 

 

TEACH ME MASTER

Teach Me Master - Chapter 10&11

THEME: 18+ ROMANCE 

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Z𝒐𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒐f 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔€𝒙𝒚, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝑴𝒓 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 f𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 - 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 f𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 Z𝒐𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎?𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 f𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔

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I was terrified.

I've pulled off my clothes for men while I work but never have I gone all the way.

I had never been seen fully n-ked by a man before, yet there I stood, completely exposed in broad daylight in front of a man I barely knew.

I expected to see lust dance in his eyes as he looked at me, but instead, all I saw was a detached look. He looked like he was thinking about what to have for breakfast than a n+ked woman.

He walked around, taking in the whole view and I blushed, badly wanting to cover up.

He could see everything, the cellulite, the fleshy thighs, the pouch on my stomach which was a result of late-night eating, my knobby knees, and the chipped paint on my toes…all my insecurities laid out for him to see.

"Good enough," he murmured as he walked past, but I heard it. "Now I want you to move."

 "Move?!" My voice came out in a high-pitched squeak.

 "Yes," he regarded me cooly. "Walk around as if this is your house and you could do anything you wanted- including walking around n+ked. I want you to feel comfortable enough in your skin."

I nodded and squared my shoulders, and did as he instructed. I walked around, sat, played with my hair, read a book, did whatever I pleased.

It wasn't until I bent over to pick up my clothes that I remembered that I was n+ked.

I was completely n+ked!

A flush crept onto my cheeks and I immediately covered myself up.

"Zoe, what did I say? Own your body. You shouldn't be ashamed of it. It's the most precious thing you have."

"I-I just got caught up in the moment," I explained, my face flaming.

Master walked over to me, and took my hands, and put them on the side.

He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "You have to understand Zoe, there is no way you can be comfortable in your own skin, and not feel s+xy if you are not confident."

"O-Okay," I said, looking down at the ground, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Look at me, Zoe," he ordered. His hand raised my chin, and he looked me in the eyes.

"Don’t look away, Zoe. Look at me, in the eye. It shows you have confidence and that is the first step to owning your body. Do you understand?" He asked.

"Y-yes." I gulped, nodding.

“Now I’m going to teach you a few rules of s+duction and after that, you will try and s+duce me. Is that clear?”

I nodded, unable to say anything.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

What the f+ck did I sign up for?

Taking a step back, Master began to explain the rules.

"Rule number 1, Eye contact.” He said as his eyes pierced into mine.

His eyes were so dark that I almost lost myself in them.

I had to use all of my strength to not look away.

He leaned closer to me, and whispered, “It’s all in the eyes, Zoe. Never look away. The eyes never lie. It shows everything… Fear, love, pleasure, pain. Your eyes tell a story. Use them. Make a connection. Look at them like you are the predator and they are your prey. It shows power and control."

His fingers caressed my cheek as he wrapped my slender fingers around his wrist.

He moved my hand towards his neck and placed it behind his nape.

I gasped as his lips brushed against mine.

"Rule number 2, Touch." He said as his hands traced the curve of my waist.

My breath hitched.

He was so close to my naked body.

The feel of his hands on my skin was electrifying.

I was trembling.

My knees felt weak and I felt lightheaded.

His hands were sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"The art of touch is very important. The right amount of pressure is key. Too soft and it is annoying. Too hard and it's painful. Make it sensual. Make it s+ductive. Let the man know you want him. That you crave him. Give him goosebumps." He explained.

My breathing became ragged as his hands moved lower.

He caressed my bare thigh, his fingertips tracing a line along the back of my leg.

My heart was pounding and I could barely think straight.

I was mesmerized by his touch.

“Rule number 3, Voice. Make it soft, smooth and low."

His hand cupped my face as he stared deep into my eyes.

He leaned closer, his mouth mere inches from mine.

I could feel his breath on my skin, warm and tantalizing.

“Zoe…” He purred, his lips brushing against mine.

I shuddered, my pulse racing.

My stomach tightened and my knees buckled.

His hands moved up and down my spine and I arched my back, moaning.

There was something different about the way he called my name.

Something I couldn’t put my finger on.

Like an animalistic growl.

It was so deep, so raspy and so fucking sexy.

He was a natural at this.

“Rule number 4, Move with grace. Let the music guide you. Be one with the beat. Be in the moment. Feel it." He stated. 

My eyes widened and I swallowed nervously.

My body felt hot, like I was burning up.

I wanted to look away, but he wouldn't let me.

His eyes locked onto mine, not letting me go.

I could feel my blood rush through my veins.

My breathing became labored and I could hear my heart beating.

“Now you're going to dance." He pulled away, making me gasp.

"What?" I asked.

"You are going to dance for me," he smirked, crossing his arms across his chest.

"But, but... I-I..” I stammered, trying to catch my breath. I was panting like a dog.

How was he able to snap back into his usual stoic self so easily?

He didn't even have a single drop of sweat.

He was totally unaffected.

I, on the other hand, was a f+cking mess.

"There's a dance pole in the corner. I want you to dance as if I'm a customer you want to impress." He grabbed a chair and positioned it in front of the pole.

Sitting down, Master spread his legs and leaned back, a challenging smirk on his face.

"So…” He gestured for me to dance. 

“What?!” I shrieked, my hands instinctively flying to cover my body. My white teeth chewed on my bottom lip, and my eyes shifted between his and the ground.

"I want you to seduce me," he said.

I was speechless.

"Do I have to repeat myself?"

"No, I-I just don't know what you want me to do..." I said.

“Use the four rules and seduce me. Let your body do the talking. And don’t hold back. Give it your all. I want to be left breathless and weak. Show me what you got. You have to believe you are the s+xiest woman alive and show it. You have to show that you have complete control over me. Can you do that?" He asked.

Master wanted a show….

Fine, I was going to give him a f+cking show.

I was going to give him a show he won’t forget.

I was going to seduce him, just like he asked.

And if he wants a show, I was going to make sure he gets one.

I walked to where he mentioned, putting an extra sway to my hips as I moved, knowing my @ss was presenting a sight to behold.

I pushed out a shuddering breath when my fingers came in contact with the metal.

"Let it flow naturally. Lose yourself into the music." Master instructed from his seat, and for a moment I was confused.

What music?

Seconds later, my question was answered when slow, sensual music floated from hidden speakers moving my body to the beat of its volition.

I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

Of course, it had to be this song.

It was the s+xiest and the most s+ductive song ever.

The perfect song for this moment.

I turned around and faced the man who was the object of my desire, the reason for my lust, the man that was making me act like a desperate, thirsty hoe.

The man who was making me feel things I had never felt before.

My eyes locked with his, as I remembered the first rule of seduction.

Rule number 1.

Eye contact.

My breathing became uneven and my heart was pounding in my chest.

I know I was supposed to be the one in control, but his presence was intimidating.

His gaze was so intense.

I couldn't look away.

His stare was hypnotic, making my body tremble with anticipation.

I held onto the pole and did a slow circle.

As the words to the song flowed from the speaker, I swayed my hips in a figure eight motion, and slowly spun around, facing him once more.

My fingers glided up the cold metal and I hooked one leg around the pole, using my hands to support me.

I arched my back and did a half spin, throwing my head back and letting out a low moan.

It was so sensual and er0tic.

The feel of the pole against my skin was so stimulating.

“Perfect.” I heard him whisper.

My body was tingling.

His eyes were glued to my movements, watching me with rapt attention.

His eyes never left my body, and it made me feel s+xy.

It made me feel beautiful.

“Good, now the second rule. Touch. Don't be afraid. Make me feel like you are the predator and I am your prey. Take control." He said.

I nodded, licking my lips and biting my lower lip.

I took a step forward, my gaze never leaving his.

I was determined to make him feel weak, make him feel like I was the predator.

My body was humming.

I was alive.

My fingers trailed up his muscular thighs and I gave him a sultry smile.

He responded with a simple nod, and that was enough encouragement for me.

I climbed into his lap and straddled him.

My knees were pressed against the back of the chair, and I was hovering over him.

His face was only inches away from mine.

He was so close.

So close that I could feel his hot breath on my skin.

"Very good, now the third rule. Voice. It’s not all about the words you say. It's the tone of your voice that counts. A little higher pitch, and a little lower. Let your voice become husky. Mo?0an and whisper in his ear. Drive him crazy. Make him feel like he's the only man that matters." He told me. 

"You make me feel so good," I said, my voice coming out very low. I tried to follow his instruction.

"That's good, but try to be more natural. More confident."

I bit my lower lip, and did as he said.

I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged at it gently.

He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, letting out a low groan.

“Master—Do you like it when I touch you like this?"

He opened his eyes and nodded, his gaze smoldering.

I could feel my pulse quickening.

His hand was on the small of my back, and his thumb was stroking the base of my spine.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked. 

"No. Keep going. Don't stop." He said. I could feel his breath hitch. 

I smiled and leaned in, my mouth brushing against his.

Rule number 4. Move.

I remembered it and immediately started moving.

My hips rocked back and forth, grinding against him.

He groaned, gripping my hips tightly, his nails digging into my skin.

I was losing control

… but I think he was too… He had to.

Because the next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine and he was kissing me hungrily.

His tongue was probing, invading, and demanding.

He was devouring me.

I was drowning.

My hand slid down his neck, and I let out a moan, deepening the kiss.

He tasted so good.

He tasted like mint, and I loved the taste.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, matching his passion.

His kisses were exquisite…intense, passionate, and filled with raw desire.

He was consuming me, taking over me, and making me surrender.

I was about to take off his shirt when he broke the kiss.

"F+ck, Zoe," he growled, breaking the kiss and pulling away.

He was panting, his chest heaving.

His eyes were dark and hooded.

They were full of hunger, need, lust… and anger.

Without saying another word, he pushed me off and got up, leaving me alone in the room.….

N+ked, confused and s+xually frustrated.

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