TEACH ME MASTER
Teach Me Master – Chapter 3
THEME: 18+ ROMANCE
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DO NOT PLAGIARIZE
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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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“Mr Blackwood,” Benjamin said, bowing deeply.
Blackwood, I thought. His name sounded so exquisite, so s+xy, so …….
“And you are?” Mr Blackwood asked. His blue eyes stared at me intently. He appeared amused.
“Ummm…. I’m Zoe. Zoe Carter. I came here because I was told you could help me become a better dancer.”
He nodded slowly and spoke.
“Turn around.”
“What?” I asked.
“I said, turn around. I want to get a better view of what I’m dealing with.” Mr Blackwood said.
I glanced at Benjamin, who just shrugged and disappeared behind the door.
I turned around, feeling completely exposed.
I stood with my hands clasped together, twisting my body slightly so that all the right curves of my butt were showing.
“Not bad. I think. You’re a little bit stiff. But with proper work I think we can make you loosen up. You need to work on your hips movements though. They look like they’re stuck in cement.” Mr Blackwood explained.
I frowned. I don’t think it was that bad.
“Follow me.” He said and started walking towards the living room.
I followed him, still embarrassed.
I was practically shaking as I walked into the house, too afraid to come in contact with anything. They probably cost a fortune and I didn’t want to ruin any of them.
“Sit down.” He pointed to a white leather couch. I sat down on it, my heart skipping a beat. This place was huge and well decorated.
Golden chandelier lights hung from the ceiling. Expensive marble floors gleamed underfoot, and a grand piano stood in the corner, perfectly tuned. The walls were adorned with priceless paintings, each one more beautiful than the other, and the plush carpet felt like heaven under my feet.
The living room was tastefully furnished with plush velvet sofas, antique coffee tables, and towering bookshelves filled with leather-bound books. The curtains were made of the finest silk, and the room was bathed in a warm, golden light.
As I looked around, I felt like I was in a palace fit for royalty. Everything was immaculate, as if untouched by human hands. It was clear that no expense had been spared in decorating this lavish mansion.
“Now, before I can help you maximize your full potential, I have some rules for you.” He said, handing me a piece of paper.
I could swear that his hand gently grazed my boobs as he passed it to me. I froze, staring at the piece of paper. It had only four rules.
‘Rule number one: Immediately you agree to this session. There is no going back. If you’re not prepared for this, walk away now.’
‘Rule number two: Always call me master during our session. Never call me by my name whenever I’m teaching you. Only Master.’
‘Rule number three: I own your body. During ever session, you must consent to whatever I ask you to do. As long as the session is on, your body belongs to me.’
‘Rule number four: Falling in love with me is forbidden.’
I stared at the paper for a while longer after reading.
Was this some kind of joke?
I should call him master during our session?
He owned me and could do whatever he wanted during our session?
And I shouldn’t fall in love with him?…. Okay that I could agree to…
I had a lot of things to think about…. A lot of problems to solve.
Falling in love was the last thing on my f+cking mind.
There was no way I was agreeing to this nonsense.
I was about to do what was written in rule number one. ‘Walk away.’
I stood to my feet and handed him the piece of paper.
“I’m sorry Mr. Blackwood but I can’t agree to these terms.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
He chuckled. “Really? Well, then I guess we won’t be working together. It was nice meeting you Zoe. Have a good day.”
I took a deep breath and turned to leave but was suddenly stopped by my thoughts.
How was I going to go back to the club if I left now? I was still a bad dancer and if I go back there and give the same performance as before, Ramona was going to kick me out of the club.
And then what? I had to go back to scrubbing the floors of the dinner downtown. And my sisters? How was I going to support them and pay their bills? And mum hospital bills?
F+ck!!!!
The thought made me freeze in my tracks. I needed money. Money from the club. And for me to do that I had to become a better dancer, which meant I had to agree to Mr Blackwood offer.
I looked over my shoulder. Mr Blackwood was still standing there, watching me. His hands were crossed in front of his chest.
I sighed. The decision was already taken. Even if I didn’t like the rules, I had no choice.
“I’m sorry sir.” I said, turning back to face him. “I retract what I said earlier. I accept your terms. Can we start now?”
“Are you sure?” He asked, moving closer to me. His eyes roamed all over my body.
“When we begin this session, there is no turning back. Do you understand that?”
I nodded.
“I want words from you. Yes, Master. Or No, Master.”
I swallowed hard.
This was it. There was no going back. I was finally doing it.
“Yes Master.” I replied, trying to play it cool.
“Good.” He said and closed the gap between us. He was now inches away from my face and I could smell his cologne. It had a rich, masculine scent that was both subtle and powerful. The fragrance was a heady mix of cedarwood, sandalwood, and a hint of citrus that left a lasting impression on my senses.
F+ck it smelt so good!
As he leaned in closer, his warm breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My heart was racing as he whispered, “Do you give full consent to this session?”
“Yes Master.” I answered. Goosebumps formed over my skin as Mr. Blackwood continued to run his hands over my body. It was as if my insides were melting with pleasure.
Suddenly, my nipple stiffened. And it wasn’t just from the cold air.
I turned my head slightly to look at him, confused.
Mr. Blackwood smiled.
“Good girl. Now strip for me.” He ordered.
“I want to see every inch of you.“
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