TEACH ME MASTER
Teach Me Master - Chapter 4
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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“Strip” Mr Blackwood said.
Did he just ask me to strip? I thought.
“Mr Blackwood—” I tried to speak but he interrupted me.
“Master.” He corrected.
I gulped.
“I mean Master.” I said, trying to act natural.
Mr Blackwood grinned. "Yes, Zoe?”
“Did you just ask me to strip?” I asked again.
“Isn’t that what you do for a living?” He questioned.
“Yes…. But.” I stammered.
“But what? Why did you come here, Zoe?” He asked in the most seductive tone.
I bit my lip.
“You know why! To improve my dancing skills.” I replied quietly, looking down at the ground.
Mr Blackwood stared at me for a moment before he spoke again.
“Exactly.” He said and suddenly turned me around.
My back was up against his chest and his arms wrapped securely around my waist.
Instinctively, I let out a little squeak. But before I could say anything, Mr. Blackwood pulled on the collar of my shirt and lifted it off my neck.
My br+asts bounced in my white lace bra, my n+pples e+ect from ar0usal. I tried to cover myself with my hands but he pushed them aside, leaving me completely exposed.
"This isn't about improving your dancing skill." He said, his voice deep and husky as he ran his fingers along my sides.
“This is about making yourself desirable to men.”
He took a step back and asked me to face him.
I obeyed. Slowly turning back to his direction.
I met his eyes. Those beautiful, dark eyes and I could feel my knees weaken.
“Your body is not yours to hide. It's not something you should be ashamed of. It is one of the many things that makes you uniquely you.” His eyes continued to wander.
“You’re a goddess Zoe. Your br+asts are perfect and so very feminine. They deserve to be admired. Every inch of you deserves to be worshipped.” He said.
His words sent chills through my entire being. This man was driving me insane.
The way he spoke to me with such conviction, made me realize how much I wanted him to touch me.
“Take it off. All of them," He said, taking me by surprise.
I froze.
"I said… Take…. all … of…them… off." He said again.
“Yes …. Master.” I replied, trying to regain my composure.
I started to unbutton my jeans but he stopped me.
“Slowly, Zoe. Take your time and move with grace. Don’t rush.” He said and stepped back, watching me like a hawk.
I blushed. This was going to be difficult.
“Don’t I need music or something? I mean, it won’t be as s+xy without music.” I said, feeling embarrassed.
Mr. Blackwood shook his head.
“You don’t need anything. Zoe. You just need to feel confident. Let your body lead you. That's how you will s+duce someone. Not by using tricks. No. It is by being yourself.”
I nodded. He was right. I had to trust myself.
Then slowly, I began to undress. Moving my hips with sensual movements.
I looked into his eyes.
He was watching me intently, his gaze never leaving mine.
I felt myself getting wetter.
I slid my p@nts off my legs and I was left only with my br@-matching p@nties. They were soaked with my ar0usal.
I gasped.
"Are you ok?" He asked curiously.
"Yes…. Yes.. Yes. Master.” I replied quickly.
My body instead wasn’t fine.
Oh No! It was screaming. Screaming for this stranger that I hardly knew, to touch me. Screaming for him to kiss me. Screaming for him to f+ck me.
I was panting now and I could tell that Mr.Blackwood was enjoying every single second of it. He had to be. There was no other explanation for the look on his face.
Proceeding to remove my p@nties, my fingers touched my p+ssy and I almost m0aned aloud. This was torture. It had to be.
How was it possible for me to get even more aroused?
Whining my slender waist, I pulled my almost drenched panties down my thighs. N+ked, I stood in front of him, trembling slightly.
My n+pples were hard and my cli+ throbbed for attention.
I was about to take off my br when he stopped me.
“That’s all for today. You can put your clothes back on and leave.” He commanded.
“What?” I asked, trying to be sure I heard him correctly.
Did Mr Blackwood— No, Master. Just ask me to put my clothes on and leave. When I was already dripping wet with desire.
“I said. That’s all for today, Miss Zoe. I have another class in half an hour and I need to prepare. I'll see you tomorrow.”
I didn't reply. I couldn't. My mouth had gone dry.
He stared at me for a moment. Then he nodded and walked away.
Without looking back.
I went home and m+sturbated almost immediately.
How could I not after what had happened? I had never felt so alive before. Not just alive, desired.
The way he complimented my body, the way he talked about it, the way he demanded to see me n+ked and the way he touched me…it was indescribable.
“F+ck!!!!” I screamed out loud, releasing with each thrust.
It took me several minutes before I came down from my high.
I lay in bed, panting.
"Shit!" I mumbled under my breath.
What was happening to me?
I needed to clear my head.
I had just met this man…
We just had one lesson…
One. Single. Lesson.
Why was I thinking about him like this?
It was insane.
I hardly knew him.
I shouldn't be fantasizing about him.
But it was so hard…. Hard not to think about his voice. His touch.
I wanted more.
I craved him.
His touch. His kiss. His everything.
He had done nothing to me.
Yet, I was already obsessed with him.
More importantly, I was obsessed with the way he made me feel. The confidence he brought out of me.
Normally I hardly pleasured myself or touched myself. I always felt as though I wasn’t good enough or beautiful enough. I was always comparing myself to other women.
My low self esteem and body image issues were also the reason I had never been with a man. Never dated, never kissed. I just couldn't bring myself to do it because I felt as though I would fail.
It was like I was too afraid of making a fool of myself. And here I was, touching myself like I was some kind of whore.
Thinking of my teacher, Mr Blackwood.
His s+xy voice. His piercing eyes. His smell. The way he spoke. The way he taught. Everything about him fascinated me.
I kept imagining his lips on mine. His tongue inside my mouth. His hands all over me.
I closed my eyes and drifted away, imagining what it would be like to be his.
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