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Teach Me Master - Chapter 6&7

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TEACH ME MASTER

Teach Me Master - Chapter 6&7

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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“That was breathtaking.” Lily said as soon as I got off the stage. She led me to the bar where most of the other girls sat waiting to be called upon. 


“Did you see the way she moved?” Marge asked. The other girls nodded. Their eyes were fixated on me and I kind of saw a hint of surprise and jealousy in their eyes. 


I guess they didn’t expect me to put on a good show. 

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t care, for the first time in my life, I didn’t disappoint.


“It seems like we have another star here at the club.” I heard Ramona’s voice. We turned around to see her standing behind us.


She was grinning from ear to ear and looked pleased.

“Take.” She said handing me a huge wad of money. “That’s both your pay and your tips. You earned quite a lot today.”


“Thank you.” I replied as I took the money.


“You did great Raven. That was your best performance yet. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” She said nodding her head.


“I will. Thanks.” I said smiling.


“Don't mention it." Ramona said smiling, before walking away.


I sat on the bar stool opposite Marge. My leg was hurting a little bit but my heart was racing so fast that I couldn’t even feel it.

I took off my red-bottom heels and placed them on the bar counter. Marge handed me a bottle of water.


“Here. Drink this. You must be thirsty.” She said.


I opened the bottle and downed half of it instantly. I felt better already.


“You were amazing. The crowd was crazy.” Marge said looking at me with admiration. She pushed my dark hair backwards, allowing some light to hit my face. “They loved you Raven. I think you gained some fans today.”


She gestured to a group of guys who were sitting at a table, watching me. Their eyes were fixed on me and I even saw one lick his lips.


“Thanks.” I ignored the stares of the guys and began to count the money in my hand. That was the only thing that was important to me right now. Money.


"I think I've made one thousand dollars tonight." I yelled excitedly.


"Oh my God!" Marge gasped. "That’s a lot.”


I nodded too excited to say anything else. I could finally pay the rent and get my sisters back in school. 

Oh and give Marge the money I owed. 


“Thanks for everything.” I handed her hundred dollars. 


“But you owe me fifty?” she asked confused.


“Yes, I know. But you introduced me to Blackwood. I would have given you half of the money I made if I didn’t have so much debts.” I explained.


Marge let out a giggle. “Oh honey, you don’t have to. It’s yours. You worked for it.”


“So….” She continued, standing to her feet. She was the next dancer to go on stage.


“What?” I asked, looking up at her. 


“Master. Are you going to see him again? Or is his one session enough for you?” she said, leaning forward to look into my eyes.


“No. I want more. I think I have a lot to learn from him.” I replied.


She nodded and began to walk her away. Her hips swayed side to side as she walked, drawing attention from every man who saw her.


“Oh and Zoe, don’t f+ck Master. Trust me that’s the last thing you need.” She warned before heading to the stage.

 

The rest of the night passed by quickly. I did a few private dances for customers who wanted to talk to me without the crowd. Nothing much. I had done the most important part earlier —-And I had made four grands. 


The whole ordeal was still so surreal to me. I mean I was actually making money. And not just money, a lot of it.

When I got home, I found my sisters sleeping on the couch together. The TV was playing in the background and they were snoring softly. 


I chuckled to myself seeing my sisters on the same couch, hugging each other like they were best friends. Didn’t they just fight like cats and dogs earlier this morning?


I tiptoed past them and went upstairs to change. I took off my clothes and stared at my body in the mirror. 

My n+ked body was covered in sweat. There was a line of wetness running down my thighs.

The night was wild, Yes. But all I could think about was Mr Blackwood or as I called him—Master. 


Just one session had changed my whole life. He had thought me how to be comfortable in my own skin. To understand that my body wasn’t ugly. He showed me what my true value was. 


My fingers ran through my fleshy mounds. I hadn’t been proud of them before. I always thought they were too big. But Master had shown me differently. They were perfect. And I loved mine.


I turned around, admiring myself in the mirror. Slowly moving my body to the hums that escaped from my lips. The smooth, sensual moves of my hips were hypnotizing. I looked over my shoulder, admiring my round @ss.


I raised my ass into the air and spread my legs apart. Mr Blackwood muscular frame flashed through my mind. 

The thought of him caused a fire to burn inside of me.

I bit my lip and moaned as I imagined his strong hands massaging my thighs. His fingers parting my folds. I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself.


I felt a rush of heat between my thighs. A soft m0an escaped my lips as I rubbed my cli+.


I closed my eyes and imagined his hot breath on my neck. I was about to slide my fingers deep into my warm cun+ when I heard my phone ring. 


The vibration startled me and I jumped.

I grabbed my phone and looked at the caller ID.

It was from the hospital where mother was staying. I quickly answered it. I knew that the nurses wouldn't call me unless something was wrong.


“Hello?” I spoke immediately.


“Zoe. It’s Nancy, the nurse assigned to your mom. Can you come in tomorrow there is something the doctor would like to discuss with you.”


My heart dropped. My stomach felt heavy. I was scared. Scared that something might have happened to my mother.


“Ok, I will be there. What time should I come?” I asked trying to sound calm.


“In the morning. The doctor said it's urgent. I advise that you come in early.”


I hung up the phone and stood in silence.

What could possibly be so important that the doctor needed to meet with me?


The next morning, I woke up feeling nervous as hell. Different thoughts flew through my head. 


My mother has been in a coma since the accident three years ago. The doctors said that she had suffered a severe brain injury and was now completely unconscious. 


She couldn't even move her body, let alone open her eyes. She was hooked to machines and was fed nutrients through tubes inserted into her veins.


It was horrible. I remember the first couple of weeks after the accident very clearly. I sat by her bed for hours staring at her, praying desperately for her to wake up.

But that didn't happen.


My father left after the third week, saying that he couldn't handle being there anymore. That he couldn't see his wife like that.

He told us that he would visit every month but never really came back. My sisters and I never saw him again.

After a couple of months, I stopped hoping and praying. I resigned myself to just paying her endless hospital bills and taking care of my sisters.


I had to sell off my parent’s house when things got out of hand. We couldn't keep up with the payments.


That was why we lived in a tiny run down apartment in one of the deadliest streets in LA. 


Dropping a hundred dollars and some extra money for my sisters, I bolted out the door and headed straight to the hospital.

I arrived at the hospital earlier than expected and waited impatiently in the lobby.


A few minutes later, a nurse came and escorted me to the intensive care unit. 

I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as we approached my mother's room.

I hated going in there. It reminded me of the day of the accident and everything that followed after.


I slowly opened the door and walked inside.


"Good morning Zoe!" Nurse Nancy exclaimed as soon as she spotted me.


Nurse Nancy was a short old lady who looked like she smoked two packs a day. She was actually very kind, and always did her best to make my visits bearable.


"Morning," I said quietly.


I went over to my mother's bed and gently touched her arm.

Her skin felt cold and clammy. She was unconscious as usual and the beeping of the machines next to her bed seemed to echo throughout the entire room.


“Mum, it's me." I said as I stroked her hair.

I could barely hear my own voice and felt a tear fall down my cheek.  If only she could hear me. If only she could speak. If only she knew how much I loved her. How much I wanted her to get better. 


“Zoe.” The doctor interrupted my thoughts as he walked in.


His name was Dr Brown and he was the head of the neurology department.

He had been my mother's physician ever since the accident and treated her with great care. 


“Dr Brown, good morning!” I said as I walked over to him. “Nurse Nancy has informed me that you wanted to meet with me. Is there something wrong?" I asked nervously.


The doctor nodded. He gave me a sympathetic look before speaking.


“Your mother has been suffering from a rare condition called TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) for the last three years. It's a degenerative disease that affects the brain tissue and leads to gradual physical and mental deterioration. As you know, she has been in a a coma since the accident."


I swallowed hard. I already knew this. But hearing it again from the doctor made me feel nauseous.


“I don't understand what you’re saying. I know all this. Why did you call me in?” I asked, my voice cracking.


I wasn't ready to accept my mother's death. Not yet.


“Your mother is dying, Zoe. The chances of her recovery are slim. Even if she does wake up, she won't be able to function properly. She will need constant medical attention and specialized medication. She may not survive another year. I think it’s best we….”


“We—-What?” I asked. I knew what he wanted to say and I wasn't having any of it.


Dr. Brown walked closer to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder to comfort me, but I pulled away from him.

I tried to regain my composure but it was difficult. My heart was racing, and I felt like crying hysterically.


I managed to speak. “I’m not pulling the plug on her, Doc. I’m not giving up. I won’t let my mother die. If that’s what you’re suggesting. She’s my mother.” 


“Your debts are piling up, Zoe. Your family doesn’t have medical insurance, and there is no way you can afford her treatments. I am sorry to tell you this, but I have to discharge her. There's nothing we can do for her.” He said gently.


“No!” I cried. I rummaged my bag and pulled out the money I had made from the night before. Every single dollar counted. 


“Put her on life support forever, run more tests, give her some time. Please. I will pay whatever I owe. Just please don’t give up on my mother," I pleaded. 


The doctor sighed. I could tell he was frustrated. He looked at me with pity in his eyes. I hated that look.


“Zoe—-“ He tried to speak but I cut him off.


"Please Doctor, my mother is all I have left in the world." I said, tears rolling down my cheeks.


"Zoe, listen to me." He said sternly. "You have two sisters and a sick mother. I'm sure you have noticed how much her treatment is costing you. If you continue paying for her care, you will end up bankrupt. Your mother would not want you to sacrifice your future for her.”


“I don’t care! She would never give up on me if our roles were reversed." I snapped back at him.


He looked at me for a moment. Then, he spoke again.

"We will try and see what we can do. But your mother needs specialized treatment, and it would cost a lot of money. If you want us to continue treating her, you'll have to come up with the funds. And also pay the bills you owe. We will do our best to prolong her life, but we cannot promise anything." He said firmly. 


I didn't even realize I was balling my hands into my fists and my nails were digging into my palms.


"I will get the money. Whatever it takes." I replied, without sparing him another glance.


He nodded.

"Alright, you can stay here for a while. Take your time. Good luck."


And with that, he walked out of the room.

I walked back to my mother's bedside. I looked at her pale face, and wondered what was going through her mind. 

Did she even think about us? Was she scared?


I gently brushed her hair back from her face.

"I promise, mum. I won't let them take you away from us."


I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“I love you so much, Mum. Please fight. For all of us. I will find a way. Just hold on."

My eyes started to fill up with tears. I tried to blink them away, but they wouldn't stop.


"I can't lose you, Mum. Dad is gone, and you are all we have left. Victoria and Penelope need you, and so do I."

I broke down and started crying.


I knew it was useless to cry, but I couldn't help myself.

"Please, Mum. Wake up. I need you. It’s so hard without you."

I kept crying until there was nothing left in me.


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