TEACH ME MASTER
Teach Me Master - Chapter 12&13
THEME: 18+ ROMANCE
© Spicy Novels
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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What did I do wrong? Why did he just leave me like that? I thought I did well.
I thought I had him.
Was I not seductive enough? Or maybe he found something that was not to his liking.
I tried so hard to think of something I might have done wrong, but nothing came to mind. It was only until now that I realized how much I was panting. I was out of breath.
My body was still tingling, and my mind was racing. I picked up my clothes and quickly put them on, my body aching for the feel of his skin. He was so close and yet so far.
I was frustrated and I was confused. I needed to talk to him. I needed to find him.
I had to know what I did wrong.
"Master?" I called out, hoping he would respond.
“Mast…” I was about to call again when Benjamin appeared out of nowhere and cut me off.
"Master wants me to tell you to leave. Your session is over and his next client will be here soon." Benjamin said.
"Oh." I was speechless.
How could he send me away after what happened? Didn't he like the way I danced? Did he find my dancing not to his liking?
Before I could say anything else, Benjamin was already leading me to the front door.
He opened the door and ushered me outside, leaving me standing there with a million questions running through my head.
The car ride home was a blur. I was numb.
Everything was a daze. All I could think of was ….. Master
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“Zoe” I heard Ramona call my name as I sat in the club’s dressing room.
The music from the club was loud, and I had to strain my ears to hear what she was saying.
"Yes, ma.” I replied, turning towards her direction.
“We have a special request for you." She said.
"A special request? From whom?" I asked.
"Someone who wants to pay top dollar for a private dance." Ramona replied, and murmurs filled the dressing room.
Everyone was surprised. I have never done a private dance before. There have never been any requests, until today.
"Are you sure, Ramona?” One of the girls, Diana asked. She walked over and stood beside Ramona.
"You know, Zoe, doesn't do private dances. Don’t get fooled by her performance yesterday. She’s a bad dancer and the last thing we need is for our important clients to be disappointed. We can’t take any risks." Diana said.
Diana looked at me and shook her head, "She'll embarrass the club. Let me do it.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. Her words hurt me.
I knew she was jealous. I knew she was only saying these things because she was envious of me, but it still hurt.
She was right though. I was not a good dancer. I couldn't dance.
Not until two days ago. Two days ago, I was able to dance. And it was all thanks to Master…. who was also angry with me.
I hung my head. Maybe Ramona should give the request to Diana.
I was about to tell her, when she spoke again.
"No. This request is for Zoe. Only Zoe." Ramona said, and everyone was stunned.
"He paid the money, and he insisted on Zoe. He wants to be with her, and only her. No one else."
“But…” Diana tried to argue, when Marge interrupted her.
“Why don’t you sit your @ss down and shut the hell up, Brooke! Didn’t you hear, the client asked for Zoe. Not you. So why don't you go and mind your own business!" Marge defended me.
I turned to see Marge, leaning against the dressing room wall, looking pissed.
Her arms were crossed across her chest, and her face was twisted into a scowl.
I mouthed a thank you.
Marge loved stepping up for me to the other girls. Her and Lily were literally my only friends here.
The other girls were manipulative and mean. I hated them all. Except for Lily and Marge.
Lily was a sweet girl. And Marge was a real badass. She didn't care what anyone thought.
"Fine, whatever." Diana threw her hands up in frustration and stormed out.
I turned to Marge, and she winked at me, making me smile.
She walked over and placed her arm on my shoulder.
“She will do it Ramona. Just give us a few minutes." Marge said.
Ramona nodded, "Don't take too long. The man is waiting."
"We won't." Marge said and waited until Ramona left the room before she started talking.
"Congratulations Zoe. Your first client." She teased, giving me a light punch on the shoulder.
"But… I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had a client before and I’ve never done a private dance. How can I do this? I can't dance. You know that." I said, nervously.
"You did fine yesterday. You can do it." Marge said.
"Yeah, but it was only because of…..” I paused, remembering what happened yesterday.
“See… I don’t know what Master is teaching you. But I know last night, you were spectacular. You can do this Zoe.” Marge reassured me.
I bit my lower lip.
“Didn’t you have any class with Master today. I’m sure you must have learnt something new. Right? Marge asked.
I sighed.
The image of Master pushing me off him and leaving the room without saying a word flashed in my mind.
“I guess.” I shrugged.
“Well. I know you will do great, Zoe.” Marge pulled me up and hugged me.
"Come on, let's go." She said.
"Alright."
Marge led me towards the door.
I took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway, and made my way through the dim-lit and narrow corridor that led to the VIP area.
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Marge stopped in front of a room and gave me a pat on the back.
"Good luck." Marge told me.
I nodded, and with shaking hands, opened the door.
It was a private lounge.
It had a mini bar, a sofa, and a few chairs.
A huge glass window occupied the entire wall.
The glass window looked into the main club, and I could see all the men and women dancing and enjoying themselves.
I was so nervous.
"Ahh...Raven, is it?" A man spoke.
"Yes, Sir." I replied. I was nervous as hell.
The man was seated on a sofa.
He was tall and had broad shoulders.
His brown hair was slicked back, and his green eyes were bright. He had a chiseled jaw, a wide smile, and a strong physique.
He was handsome, I wouldn’t lie. He had the most charming smile.
But he wasn’t Master.
He wasn't the man who I wanted.
He was not the man I desired.
"Please. Come closer." He gestured for me to move forward.
I did as he said. My steps were slow, and the closer I got, the more I noticed that he was wearing a very expensive suit.
“How much do you charge for a dance?"
I blinked.
What was I supposed to say?
"$5,000 per dance. Thirty minutes." I said, remembering the prices on the brochure.
"Double the price. Give me your best. You are worth every penny." The man said to me.
"Thank you." I replied nervously. 10 000$ was a huge amount. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
"Don't worry, little flower.” I heard the man say. Maybe he sensed my nervousness.
"Just do your thing, and everything will be alright.”
I nodded and proceeded to do the same thing I did yesterday.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the music fill my mind.
Letting the music move my body.
The beat of the song flowed through me, and I began to dance.
Everything Master taught me…
The four rules of seduction, his words of encouragement, and the feel of his touch were in my mind, and I was dancing.
The dance was slow and sensual.
It was a perfect blend of seduction and grace.
I moved closer to him, my hips swaying and gyrating to the beat of the music.
My arms were moving around him, and I was grinding against him.
I could feel him stiffen, and his breath was coming out in short gasps.
His eyes were glued to my body, and his gaze was intense.
My moves were fluid, and they were mesmerizing.
I was seducing him. I was controlling him.
But all I could about was Master.
All I could think of was his touch, his kisses, his words, his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his hair, his hands, his lips, his voice, his everything.
I turned and pressed my back against his chest, my hands running down his arms.
I bent forward and touched his legs, slowly spreading them apart, and I moved my hips.
The feeling of him against me was making me hot and wet.
“Raven.” The man held unto my hips and pulled me against him.
His hands were on my stomach, and they were trailing up and down, and his breath was tickling my ear. He was moaning.
My pulse was racing.
I closed my eyes, loosing my self in the moment, imagining him touching me.
Imagining that he was the one who was touching me…..
My Master.
His hand slipped under my shirt, and he began to massage my br+asts, squeezing and fondling it.
My breath was quickening, and I could feel his desire.
I could feel his hardness. It was poking me, pressing against my bu+t. I was getting turned on.
The music was building.
It was getting louder. I was close.
His hand caressed me, and I moaned.
His mouth was on my neck, and his other hand was making its way down.
Suddenly, I turned to face him, my lips inches away from his.
He stared at me, his gaze smoldering, and I leaned forward.
My eyes closed and my mouth slightly open.
I was going to kiss him.
I was going to kiss this unknown man….
Even though my thoughts were clouded by the image of Mr Blackwood.
Pressing my lips against his, we kissed.
But it was nothing like Master’s.
It was slow and gentle. It was different.
It didn't have the same effect on me as Master's did. It wasn't intense, passionate, and filled with raw desire. His lips tasted foreign.
They didn’t taste like mint.
He tasted of alcohol…. Sweet alcohol.
The feel of his hands on my body didn't feel right.
It wasn't his hands.
I broke the kiss, and pulled away.
"No, I'm sorry. I can't." I quickly whispered, feeling extremely guilty.
He let go and looked at me.
"What's wrong?" He asked me.
"Nothing, sir." I shook my head.
I glanced at the clock on the wall and was thankful that our session was over.
"It's just, the session is over, and I have another client. I have to go now." I lied.
“I will pay double… triple. You can forget about the other client. Stay here with me. Please. "
"Sir, I can't. I'm really sorry." I shook my head, and hurriedly walked out the door.
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