TEACH ME MASTER
Teach Me Master - Chapter 29
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 had a dark look on his face.
Brooke began to unzip his p@nts. He was going to f+ck her. She would enjoy him.
Enjoy him the way I wanted to.
And the worst part was that, I was going to watch it. Watching as she gave herself to him.
My heart was breaking.
It was like watching your favorite toy being taken away from you.
This was my punishment. But it was cruel.
The cruelest thing in the world. To watch the man you love f+ck another person, right in front of you.
"You have made me very, very angry, Zoe." Master growled at me.
Brooke didn’t seem to care about anything. Her entire focus was on Master.
She was staring at him hungrily. Greedily.
Like she had been waiting for this moment all her life.
I’m sure all she wanted was to have his d+ck in her mouth and give him all the pleasure he wanted.
She didn’t care if there were feelings involved or not. She just wanted him. She wanted his d+ck.
But I cared.
I was the one who had feelings for Master. He was the one who owned my heart.
No. He had torn it to shreds and left it in the dust.
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.
"I'm going to punish you, and you're going to like it." Master said, staring at me.
He didn’t stop looking at me. His eyes never left mine.
He slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Each button he undid revealed a bit of his hard, muscular chest.
Brooke reached over and grabbed his pants. She started pulling them off.
She was really doing this. She was actually doing this.
I was watching my worst nightmare unfold in front of me.
No. I couldn’t.
I couldn't bear the thought. I couldn't handle it. There was no way I was going to stand here and watch them f+ck.
I turned away from them and headed for the door. I had to get out of here. I didn't care what happened.
I had to leave. I did not give a f+ck about the money anymore.
I couldn’t stand there and watch.
I ran out of the room and down the hallway.
I heard Master call out my name but I ignored him.
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I ran into the dressing room. There was no one there.
Everybody was working, so it was empty.
I shut the door behind me and began to cry. Tears flowed down my cheeks.
My chest ached. I fell to the floor. This was too much for me to bear.
The image of Brooke kneeling before Master was burned into my mind.
I’m sure he was f+cking her at the moment. Pleasuring her. I imagined them kissing and having s+x.
She was probably m0aning and begging for more.
I imagined her screaming his name, calling out to him. Begging him. Pleading with him. And he was enjoying every minute of it.
Enjoying giving her pleasure. Giving her everything I wanted to experience.
Everything I craved and desired.
I wanted to be the one in that room, receiving his pleasure. I wanted to be the one he kissed and touched. I wanted him to be inside me.
I wanted him to make love to me. To have s+x with me. To do whatever he wanted to me.
I wanted to feel his hot skin against mine. I wanted him to taste my lips.
I wanted him to devour my body. To have him all to myself. To make him mine.
But instead I was in here, crying my heart out. This was stupid.
“Arrrggghh” I cried, kicking the table next to me.
This was so fucking unfair. Why was life so unfair. Why was he being such an asshole?
F+ck. F+ck. F+ck.
I punched the wall repeatedly as I yelled in anger. I was angry at Master. Angry at the situation. Angry at the world.
But most of all I was angry at myself.
Why did I have to fall in love with him? Why didn’t I just listen to Marge? Why couldn’t I just follow orders and do what was asked of me?
Why was I always the one that got punished? Why was it always me?
"Damn." My hand was stinging. It was hurting like hell.
I held it close to my chest. My knuckles were red and there was blood on my wounds.
I stared at my hand. My whole body was shaking.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I’m so stupid." I muttered under my breath.
This was a mistake.
"Argh." I growled.
How could he do this to me?
He was a jerk. A horrible man.
What kind of sick f+ck would force someone to watch him f+ck someone else? Who the hell was he to play with my emotions like that?
I was still cussing Master out when I heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I shouted.
"Zoey.” I heard Master’s voice.
F+ck!
"Leave me alone." I cried.
"Open the door." Master ordered.
"I said leave me alone." I replied.
"I am not going anywhere until you open this damn door." He threatened.
"Fine. Stay there then.” I said.
I did not care about him anymore. He could go to hell for all I care.
“Zoey. Open the door.” Master’s voice was firm.
"No." I yelled.
"Open the damn door now or else, I will break it." He warned.
"Go ahead and break it. I don't care. Break it if you want. It's not like you have any respect for me." I replied.
"Don't push me, Zoey." He shouted.
"Or what? Tell me.” I stood up angrily and turned to the door.
I opened it and stared at him. I was angry. So fucking angry.
And I didn’t care if he was the most sexy man in the fucking planet, I was going to give him a piece of my mind.
"Are you done f+cking Brooke? Huh? Did you come here to rub it in my face? To taunt me? Are you done being an asshole, Master?" I screamed.
“Are you done with your ‘revenge’? Hope she made you happy?” I yelled and tried to slam the door shut.
But Master was quick and strong. He put his hand in the gap between the door and the frame and stopped me.
"You are not going to shut this door in my face." Master said, as he pushed the door open.
He entered the dressing room and slammed the door behind him.
"What kind of man do you think I am Zoe? 1 minute…2 minute. Do you think I'm that quick? Do you think I cum so easy?" Master was looking at me, his eyes burning with anger.
"Huh? Do you think I would be done having sex after 1 minute? Huh?" He growled.
I swallowed hard as I heard his words. Hearing him say cum and talk about s+x was turning me on.
I blinked and shook my head, trying to rid myself of these thoughts.
"No. Of course not. I don't think that at all. It's just that…you were...she was..." I mumbled, unsure of what to say.
"Answer me. Answer me right now, Zoe. Answer me. What do you think of me?" Master moved closer to me.
His face was just inches away from mine. His hot breath was hitting my cheeks.
My body was heating up. I felt a tingle between my legs.
Damn. This was so wrong. I needed to stop thinking about him s+xually.
No! I had to get him out of my damn mind. I wasn’t going to let me seduce me with his words or let him make me wet. Or drive me crazy with lust.
No, I was stronger than that.
"I...I..." I stammered.
"Answer me, Zoe." Master's eyes were fixed on mine.
"I...I think you're a jerk." I spat out.
"You're a bastard. You're an asshole. And...and..." I shouted, unable to stop myself.
"And what? Go ahead, tell me what else you think about me." He said.
"You're a f+cking sadist. You're a sick son of a bitch. You're a selfish bastard. And you're an evil man." I blurted out.
"Is that all?" Master asked, raising his eyebrows.
"No." I shook my head.
"What else? Tell me. Don't be afraid. Be brave, Zoe. Tell me what else you think." He urged.
"I think you're an idiot." I said.
"Oh really? That's interesting. Because I think you're an idiot too. Do you know why, Zoe?"
Master asked.
"No." I replied, confused.
"Because you're an idiot, Zoe. You’re an idiot for not realizing that I have feelings for you.” He said breathlessly.
My eyes widened.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING??!!!
Did I hear him correctly? Did Master just say he had feelings for me?
Me? Zoey?
No. I heard wrong. He must have said something else. There’s no way in hell that he had feelings for me.
There was no way, in a million years.
Master took a step closer and held the back of my head.
He tilted my head up.
“I didn’t f+ck her Zoe. I didn't even try. Because I wanted you. Not her. She meant nothing to me. Only you. Always you." He told me. His deep voice was low, more like a whisper.
"I didn't f+ck her. No. Instead, I spent the whole time thinking about you. Wondering if I had made the right choice. If I was going too far. But when I saw you walk out, I knew I was wrong.” He continued speaking.
My heart melted at his words. This felt like a dream. It had to be a f+cking dream.
A dream that was too good to be true.
“When you left the room, I knew it was the wrong thing to do. That I should have never done it. I should have never forced you to watch. Forced you to suffer. Forced you to feel pain.” Master said as he gently stroked my hair.
His touch felt amazing.
"But you have to understand Zoe, I was hurt. I was hurt seeing you with Liam. When you told me to go. It drove me mad. Mad with anger. And you need to get punished for making me feel this way." He whispered.
His hands moved down to my neck. He was touching me softly, his fingers were caressing my skin.
Then he suddenly turned me around and pushed me against the wall.
My breath hitched. His body was pressing against mine.
He was so close. So damn close.
"Do you understand that, Zoe? Do you?" Master breathed.
I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what to say. This was all too much. The words…the feelings…his touch…his skin against mine.
I could feel myself melting.
His lips were inches away from my ear.
He kissed the back of my neck while his hand slowly went up from my thigh and rested on my ass.
He squeezed it a little and gave me a light slap.
I moaned. I felt a sharp pain.
But it didn't hurt. It felt good.
I moaned again.
His fingers dug deeper into my flesh.
“I’m sorry Zoe. I’m sorry for the way I acted.” He said and gave me another spank on my ass.
“But let’s be honest. You’ve been naughty too. You hurt me too. I want you to feel how I felt when I saw you with him. That was the reason why I did this. To make you understand. To make you see how it feels when someone chooses another over you." Master said, his voice filled with emotion.
I understood what he was saying. He was telling me, how much he was hurt when I rejected him. When I chose Liam over him.
And I also understood why he wanted to make me feel the same way.
Because he was hurt.
“I’m sorry.” I moaned. I closed my eyes tighter. My knees were getting weak.
Master was nibbling on my neck. His teeth grazed against my skin.
"But Zoe, I can't hold back anymore. I want you. I want you. I want you so bad. " Master growled.
He said. His other hand moved down to my panties.
I was wet. So very wet. My p@nties were drenched.
I gasped when he touched the lace fabric.
"So, w+t. So f+cking w+t." He groaned.
He slowly removed the lace material and shoved his finger inside of me.
I bit down on my lip.
"You’re so wet.” He said and gave me another slap on the ass.
It stung a little and the place was getting red but it didn't bother me.
I liked it. F+ck, it turned me on.
I arched my back, pushing myself closer to him.
"So tight." He said and pulled his fingers out.
"Please. Don't stop." I pleaded.
"Please. Don't." I m0aned.
"Please. Please. Master." I begged.
Master moved his right hand from my @ss and held my hair. He took a fistful and tugged on it.
"I don't know. Have you learnt your lesson yet?" He asked, as he continued to pull on my hair.
It was painful but felt amazing at the same time.
"Yes. Yes, Master." I nodded.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I added.
"You’re sorry for what?” He asked.
“For hurting you.” I m0aned. All I could do was m0an.
That was the only thing my mouth could manage to do.
This was ECTASY!!!
Master began to trail kisses along my shoulders and neck.
His hand was still inside of me. Slowly moving in and out.
I parted my legs wider, giving him better access.
"Say my name. Say it, Zoe. Say it." He whispered. His voice was hoarse.
"M…M…" I whimpered.
"Call my name, Zoe. Beg for me. Beg for my c0ck. Beg for my d+ck." Master demanded.
"M..Master." I called out.
"Not that name, Zoe. The real one. My real name." He said.
“Adrian.” I m0aned.
This was the first time I was calling him by his real name. And Oh my did it feel good on my lips.
It sounded so damn s+xy.
"Good girl. I’m not Master to you anymore. I’m Adrian. Adrian Blackwood.” He let go of my hair and reached for the strap of my bra.
With one swift movement, he ripped the fabric apart and tossed it aside.
Damn. He was so strong.
The br@ laid on the floor, torn to pieces.
He cupped my br+asts. His thumb gently brushed over my n+pple.
"Ahh." I gasped.
"You are going to give yourself to me, Zoe. You are going to be mine. Mine and only mine." He told me, as he squeezed my n+pples.
"You’re mine.” He said and pinched the tender flesh.
"You're going to be mine, Zoe. Mine and no one else's. Do you understand that?" He asked.
"Yes." I breathed.
I turned around and looked at him. I needed to look at him. To look into those eyes of his.
Adrian was looking down at me, his dark eyes were filled with desire.
My breathing was shallow and rapid.
I was panting. I could hear the sound of my heartbeat in my ears.
"Now repeat after me. I am yours, Adrian. I belong only to you." He ordered.
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