TEACH ME MASTER
Teach Me Master - Chapter 28
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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“Master requested my presence.” I said to Marge.
I was reapplying my makeup. I wanted to look as hot and s+xy as possible.
I was so nervous.
I still didn’t understand why Master picked both Brooke and I? What was his plan?
“I don’t think you should go.” I heard Marge say.
What???
I stared at her, a look of confusion on my face. She had to be joking.
“What did you say, Marge. Master asked for me, and you want me to not go?” I asked her.
“Yes.” She said.
She pulled a chair and sat down beside me.
She looked at me and frowned.
"You're going to regret it, if you go. I know how you feel about him, and he's going to break your heart. He's a f+cking scumbag. And I don't want him to use you again. Don't do this. He's no good for you." She said to me.
I shook my head and continued my makeup.
“What makes you think he will break my heart?” I asked.
“Are you dumb, Zoey?” Marge exclaimed.
I frowned.
"He asked for you and Brooke. I don’t know what his plans are but I’m so sure it’s nothing good.” Marge explained.
I rolled my eyes.
Why does Marge always have to be like this?
She always had to overthink everything. Why was she always so logical?
"Marge. I’m sure he doesn’t mean any harm. Maybe he just wants two dancers." I said.
"Two dancers. Yeah, sure. Whatever, Zoe. You can't see what's right in front of you. Master is bad news and he will destroy you.” She cupped my cheek and turned my face so that I could face her.
"Zoe, don't do this. Don't let him take advantage of you. I don't want you to fall apart. I don't want him to use you and throw you away." Marge pleaded.
"Don't go. You're better than this. He's going to ruin you. Trust me. Do not go and see him." She continued.
Marge was being so dramatic.
"Master isn't like that." I replied.
“He’s getting married, Zoe. HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THAT HE’S GETTING MARRIED!!!!” She literally screamed at me.
I winced and moved back.
I didn't say anything.
“Zoey. Don’t you get it, Master is a f+cking douche bag and you are nothing but his toy. His plaything. He's not serious about you. He's using you." Marge snapped.
Her words hit me like a blow.
It felt like my heart was shattering into a million pieces.
I felt my body go cold.
I couldn’t deny what she was saying was true. But what could I do.
At the end of the day I still needed the money, right?
It was fifty thousand dollars. That was a lot of money and I wasn’t going to say no to it.
“I need to go Marge. I need the money. I need the $50,000 dollars to pay some of the hospital debt. So I have to go.” I shrugged.
Good. Using the money excuse was the perfect way to get Marge off my back.
She didn't say anything.
Her gaze shifted towards the makeup in front of me. I could see the look of disapproval on her face.
"Fine. If you think you can handle it, then fine. Go." She said.
Marge was silent. She was probably mad at me.
“Marge…” I called her name.
But she didn't respond. She just walked away.
"F+ck." I mumbled under my breath.
She was upset. I was sure.
I sighed.
"Zoey?" I heard a voice call out my name.
"Hmm?" I turned around and Brooke was standing behind me.
She looked hot and s(xy in her red laced br@ and thong. She was wearing a pair of red-bottom heels.
Her long slender legs looked amazing.
She was hot and stunning. Incredibly s+xy.
Any guy would want to sleep with her.
She had this sultry look about her, that could make anyone drool.
My jaw dropped.
F+ck.
Was this the outfit she was going to wear?
Master would go wild when he saw her in that. He would probably jump on her immediately he sets his eyes on her.
I didn't know why, but a feeling of jealousy began to consume me.
"H…Hi Brooke.” I stammered as I continued to stare at her.
Brook was beauty. Drop dead gorgeous. She had a model-like figure. 5’8, slim, with nice boobs and ass.
Her b👀bs were way more bigger than mine and her @ss was rounder.
F+ck. She was the stripper that every guy would dream of having.
My eyes drifted over her body.
Master would surely f+ck her instead of me.
Brooke was every man’s type.
She had a perfect hourglass body. Brooke had beautiful brown hair. Her eyes were bright and hazel.
Her lips were soft and pink. And her skin was smooth and clear.
She was the perfect woman.
What man wouldn't fall in love with her.
And on top of that, she was the best dancer in the club. Of course she was.
Master taught her too.
So she knew everything. Every art of seduction.
I swallowed and my heart began to pound.
She smiled.
"Ramona says it's time. Master is waiting." Brooke said.
My throat went dry. I was getting cold feet.
F+ck. What was wrong with me?
Why was I getting so nervous.
Brooke stretched out her hand towards me.
“Are you ready?” She winked at me.
I nodded and took her hand nervously.
"Yes, I am."
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Brooke and I walked down the hallway that led to the VIP suite.
I could feel my heart beating. My palms were sweaty.
My knees felt week and legs seemed to tremble with each step I took.
I could feel my heart beat increase.
Why was I feeling so nervous? Why was I feeling so scared. Was it because of Master?
I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to be reminded of what I could not have.
I was afraid.
Afraid that I would lose myself to him.
Maybe Marge was right. This was a bad idea.
No. This was a terrible idea.
This man was getting married and I was here acting like a lunatic for him.
I turned to look at Brooke.
She had the most confident look on her face.
The way she walked, like she was a model on a runway.
Brooke had the s+xiest smirk on her face. She was ready for this. I could feel it.
It was as if she had been waiting for this moment her whole life.
Waiting to f+ck Master.
I was jealous.
Jealous of how confident she was. I was jealous of her beauty. I was jealous of the way she would get to please him.
The way she would get to see his expression when he 0rgasms.
She would be able to touch his body.
Taste his skin.
Would I be to do that too? I wasn’t as confident as she was right now.
Was there something special between her and Master? Were they a thing?
F*ck. I didn’t even want to think about that.
Soon enough, we arrived at the VIP suite.
Brooke stood in front of the door and glanced at me.
She had the same smirk on her face. A s+xy smirk.
A kind of smirk that would make any man melt.
My heart was racing.
F+ck. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful?
And the worst part was the way she looked at me. It was like, she was looking through my soul.
As if she knew everything about me.
I shivered.
I hated her. I wanted her to disappear.
"Ready?" She asked.
I stared at her.
"Ready for what?" I asked.
"Ready to have a great time." She grinned.
Then she leaned in close and whispered to me.
“I can see how nervous you are. If you’re not ready for what is going to happen behind those doors. I would suggest you leave now. Because I won’t let you stop me from f+cking Master tonight." She whispered.
“If you can’t handle him, leave, because I can. And I’m ready to show him how much I want him." She told me.
Her words sent a shiver down my spine.
Damn! Brooke was hot and s+xy.
But her words also angered me.
She thought I was some sort of wimp.
Some sort of loser.
That I wouldn't be able to handle Master.
What was her deal? She didn't even know me.
Who was she to tell me what to do? Was she trying to challenge me?
I suddenly felt a fire ignite within me.
A surge of adrenaline was coursing through my veins. This b!+ch was challenging me.
And I was not one to back down from a challenge.
I was going to show her.
Show her that I was the one who was meant to be with Master.
Me, and no one else.
I was going to do things she wouldn't dare do. She didn't have the guts.
I would take Master's heart and soul.
Take him away from her.
Make him scream out my name. Make him want only me.
I wasn’t going to let Brooke have him.
"F+ck you." I said. “I’m going to show you what it means to really please Master."
"Ohh." Brooke smirked.
"Well, I guess, we are about to find out who is better." She laughed.
I didn’t respond. We were both ready.
Both willing.
And both determined.
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Brooke slowly opened the door and we walked inside.
My heart was pounding. This was it.
There was no turning back now.
I would do whatever it takes to win Master over.
Whatever it takes to prove to Brooke that I was the only one who could please him.
I would be the one to give him everything.
Everything he wanted.
I looked around.
The room was dimly lit.
A red glow was illuminating from the chandeliers above.
There was a metal pole in the center of the room. The smell of s+x hung in the air.
There was a faint aroma of champagne and cigars.
"Hello ladies." A familiar voice greeted us.
Master was sitting on an arm chair.
His body was covered by the shadows.
He was only illuminated by the red light coming from the chandeliers.
It was difficult to see his expression. It was difficult to know what he was thinking.
”Hello.” I said awkwardly but Brooke didn’t reply and she didn’t reply.
She just stood there.
I glanced at her.
She was staring at Master. She had this sexy expression on her face.
Her eyes were hooded with lust.Her lips parted slightly.
She was breathing hard. I guess, she was excited to see Master.
I didn’t know why but my heart skipped a beat.
Maybe because I was scared that he might choose her over me.
What if he didn't need me after all?
"You two are very quiet." Master said.
He got up and walked towards the mini bar in the room.
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured some in a glass.
I stared at him. He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket anymore.
He was only had the white shirt and black pants. He was still wearing his tie.
The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms.
His hair was ruffled.
Master took grabbed the whiskey glass in one hand and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt with the other.
Master moved closer to us. With each step he took, my heart raced.
"Brooke and Zoey." He chuckled.
He stood right in front of us.
His eyes drifted over our bodies.
I could see the desire in his gaze.
"Wow. You two are stunning." Master said.
He reached out and held Brooke’s chin.
"Brooke, my best student. You were the first dancer I trained in this club." He smiled.
Then his hand moved downwards and cupped her cheek.
Brooke smiled.
"I am honored." She said, as she looked up at him.
I stood there, not knowing what to do.
What the hell was going on? Why was he complimenting her?
Wasn't he supposed to do the same for me too?
Why wasn't he going to praise me as well.
Master proceeded to stroke her cheek.
He leaned forward and kissed her.
I watched as Master kissed her.
My heart sank.
"You taste good." Master said, after the kiss.
His thumb brushed against her plump. He offered her the drink and she accepted it.
Brooke was blushing.
Her cheek was as red as the wine she was drinking.
I watched her sip the drink.
"Good girl." Master stroked her hair gently.
He looked at her, his eyes full of lust.
Brooke handed Master the glass and he placed it on the table next to him.
He then turned to look at me.
"And you Zoey, you're new." Master said, as he looked at me.
Master moved towards me.
"Come closer, Zoey." He motioned for me to move closer.
I hesitated.
What was he planning to do?
My heart was pounding.
"Come closer, don't be shy. I don't bite. You know that.” Master smiled.
I slowly walked towards him.
My eyes were fixated on him.
When I was a few inches away from him, Master reached out and touched my face.
His touch was warm. His skin was rough.
It felt good.
I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Master stroked my cheeks.
"Zoey, I've been thinking about you since the party. Thinking about you, every single second, every single second. Thing about what you did to me." He whispered.
Master leaned in closer.
I could feel his breath on my skin.
"Do you remember what happened at the party? Huh?” He asked.
His hand trailed down my neck.
My heart was beating fast.
His fingers brushed against the swell of my breasts.
I inhaled sharply.
Master traced the outline of my breasts, his touch sending shivers through my body.
My nipples were hardening.
I could feel them pushing against the fabric of my bra.
I was ar0used.
He leaned in, held my neck and lifted my head up.
"Do you remember how you felt me for Liam? How you made a fool out of me? How you chose Liam over me?" He whispered.
He pulled me closer.
"Do you remember?" Master said again, this time his voice was higher.
He was angry. I could see it in his eye.
He was angry and hurt.
What I did at the party must have really affected him.
"Yes." I mumbled.
"Yes what?" Master tightened his grip on my neck a bit.
I could feel him digging his fingers into my flesh.
"Yes, Master." I breathed.
"Good. Good. I am glad you remember. I want you to remember how it feels."
Master whispered.
His gaze drifted down my body.
“How it feels to be betrayed. How it feels to be rejected." He whispered.
He leaned in and kissed my forehead.
"How it feels for the one you want to choose another."
His hand moved downwards, past my waist, till he reached the hem of my panties. He traced the outline of the lace with his finger.
I shivered. I was getting hot. I was sweating.
My body was heating up.
The way he touched me was driving me insane.
"How it feels for the one you want to pick another person, a f+cking douchebag, over you." Master spoke slowly.
Master tug on my p@nties.
"Do you know what you did to me that night, Zoey?” He asked as he slowly pulled down my panties.
The sound of his voice was sending chills through my body.
My lower body was exposed and his hands were rubbing my thighs.
He was staring at me, his eyes filled with desire.
"No." I whispered.
"Yes, you do." Master replied. He ran his fingers up and down my legs.
I was totally exposed to him.
His eyes drifted over my nakedness.
I was trembling.
“You hurt me, Zoey.” He said. “You hurt me deeply.” He told me.
He slid his fingers along the lips of my opening, teasing me.
My body was on fire. My legs were shaking.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." I whimpered. I was losing control.
F+ck. His touch….his touch was so damn good.
"Hmmm, you didn't mean to, huh? How can I believe that when you have chosen him over me?" Master said.
His finger slid in between my folds.
I gasped. My head jerked backwards.
My mouth fell open.
I was in a state of shock.
F+ck. He was touching me.
I turned to look at Brooke. I had forgotten she was standing beside us.
Brooke was watching us. Her eyes were filled with lust.
She was ar0used too.
Brooke had a hungry look on her face.
"Oh!" I m0aned.
Master's finger slipped into my wetness.
"Do you like that, Zoey? Hmmm?" He asked me.
"Y..Yes." I nodded.
"But I was willing to give you more at the party. And yet you didn't accept me. You didn't choose me. You left me.” His deep voice echoed in the room.
Master added another finger. He was playing with my body.
He was controlling me.
Controlling every part of me.
F*ck. This was so wrong. So very wrong.
Yet so good. This was pleasure.
"Do you know how I felt when I saw you with him? He is my biggest rival and you chose him over me. Do you know what that means, Zoey?" Master growled.
He was getting angry.
"What...it means?" I panted.
"It means you've chosen your fate. Your destiny. Do you understand that?" He asked.
Master removed his fingers from my opening.
"Look at me, Zoey. Look at me." He ordered.
I turned to look at him.
Master had a dark look on his face.
A dangerous look. He looked so angry.
So scary.
"Look into my eyes.” He said.
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine.
"You’re going to know how it feels, Zoe.” He said to me. “You’re going to feel the pain I felt when I saw you with him.” He said and pulled away from me.
“You're going to suffer, because of your choice. Because of your actions. You will feel what I felt. You will experience the betrayal. The heartbreak” He continued to speak.
Master left me and walked back to his arm chair.
“You will understand the consequences of what you did. You will feel the pain I felt, a thousand times worse.And when you've suffered, then you'll realize how sorry you are for choosing Liam over me.” He finally said.
Then he gestured for Brooke to come over.
I watched in shock and disbelief as she moved towards him.
She stood closer to him. Her eyes never left him.
What the hell? Why was Master doing?
Then Master turned to me.
“You’re going to stand there and watch me, while I f+ck her. Watch as I make her scream out my name. Watch as she orgasms. As she cums. Watch her lose control. And know, that you could have had all that too. If only, you chose me." He said. His hand was on her ass.
The room was silent.
My heart sank. Tears began to sting my eyes.
I couldn't believe this was happening.
He was going to make me watch him fuck another woman. He was going to make me stand here, watching him pleasure Brooke.
This was sick.
Master was a sadist.
This was the cruelest thing I had ever seen.
He wanted to punish me. Punish me for what I did. And I would be forced to endure the pain.
Because I couldn't move.
My feet were frozen to the ground.
I watched as Brooke slowly knelt down in front of him.
She slowly reached out and began to unzip his pants.
I could hear my heart beating.
The sound of my heart beating was deafening.
F+ck! What was happening?
This was not happening.
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