TEACH ME MASTER
Teach Me Master - Chapter 8&9
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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I rang the doorbell and waited. The whole day had been pretty exhausting.
Visiting mother, talking to the doctor, crying my eyes out and trying to find a solution to my problems, was more draining than I had expected.
But I was determined. I was willing to do anything to save her.
Benjamin answered the door and stared at me. His judgy eyes were on full display, and he narrowed them at me.
"I guess you’re back for another lesson.” He said.
“Yes.” I replied. I wasn’t in the mood for his shit today.
“Come in then. Mr Blackwood will be here soon.” Benjamin said.
I followed him inside. He took me to the living room where I had the first lesson with Mr Blackwood. I sat down on the sofa and waited. My hands trembled from exhaustion.
A few minutes later, I heard Mr Blackwood voice. He was walking down the stairs. My eyes quickly found him and locked onto his form.
He was wearing a grey suit and black tie. He looked more handsome than ever.
My breathing hitched. I couldn't stop staring at him. My mind was reeling.
I stood up immediately, a little too excited to see him.
But that excitement faded when I saw a woman beside him.
She was tall and beautiful, with long blonde hair. She wore a pair of jean shorts and a tight t-shirt that exposed her cleavage.
Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved beside Blackwood and she seemed to giggle every now and then.
“I hope you learnt a lot from our session today, Miss Alice?” He asked as he escorted her to the front door.
“Yes Master.” the woman replied and I couldn’t help but feel jealous.
Where were they coming from? Was it the bedroom?
What did they do there?
Did he f+ck her?
Hearing her call him ‘Master’ didn’t make it any better.
I hated seeing him so close to another woman. It made me sick.
Why did I even care?
Why did the thought of them together bother me so much?
I felt the urge to cry, but forced myself not to.
Maybe it was all the stress… Nothing more… right?
I wasn’t insanely attracted to him.
Was I? F+ck!
Mr Blackwood nodded and turned towards me. He had the same stoic expression as usual.
"Here for another lesson, Miss Zoe?" He asked.
"Yes, Master.” My voice shook as I replied.
"Good."
Mr Blackwood looked at me curiously and then glanced at Alice.
"Thank you, Alice." He said, giving her a hug and a pat on the shoulder.
"You're welcome, Master." She said, smiling at him.
She had such a pretty smile. And perfect white teeth.
She looked at me briefly, before heading towards the door.
"See you soon, Mr Blackwood." She waved.
"You too, Alice." He said and closed the door behind her.
He turned around and looked at me.
"Now then, Miss Zoe. Let's get started, shall we?"
My heart sank.
How could he act so casual? Didn't he notice how much seeing them together affected me?
Blackwood walked closer to me. He stood right in front of me, and I could feel his breath against my neck.
I could smell his cologne.
It was different from before. It was stronger, and it sent shivers down my spine.
“Are you alright? You seem exhausted, Miss Zoe. Are you sure you're ready for this lesson?” He asked, seeming worried.
"Yes, frankly, I still need to learn more." I stated.
Last night was a success but I still needed a lot of work to do, even more now that I have to work ten times harder for my mother's hospital bills.
"Hmm. How did last night go. Was it good?" He asked, looking only at my lips as he ran his fingers through my thick black hair, sending multiple waves of shiver to my bones. Having him this close made my knee go weak.
I swear there was something about Mr Blackwood, something that I couldn't stop. Something that made me want to submit to him. And I didn't understand it.
"Yes it was very good." I said, biting my lip and smiling at him, wondering why I felt so excited just to be in his mere presence.
His previous lesson had sure done a lot for me, not only did it make me a better dancer but it also made me feel so confident about myself… and the money I had made last night was the best part.
But Marge warning rang in my ears.
“Don’t f+ck Master!”
I shook my head, trying not to think much about anything. My mum’s illness was enough for me.
“So Miss Zoe… tell me about last night?” He asked, before sitting on one of the chairs and motioning me to speak.
"I-It was good. The men there loved me, it felt good to be desired so much." I tell him, trying to keep a strong composure. His gaze alone was making me wet.
This man had the s+x appeal of a Greek god, and I was sure he knew it.
His mere voice made me fumble and it took every bit of me to stay strong.
"Hmmm, that's great to know." He smiled.
His smile was so sincere that I almost melted.
"You see, you're a goddess Zoe. You could make any man fall at his feet if you wanted to but you keep holding yourself back." He stood up and walked closer to me.
“Dancing on that stage makes you in control and you own all of those men's hearts. But the stage doesn't give you that confidence. So that's what I want to teach you today. I want you to learn how to s+duce, how to be confident and how to not hold yourself back." He whispered into my ear as his fingers trailed my spine, making me shiver from his touch.
I sighed as his touch gave me goosebumps. His warm breath was sending tingles all over my skin and his words were making my heart pound rapidly in my chest.
"You are not going to get what you truly want if you keep holding yourself back."
He whispered in my ear so sensually that I try so hard to stifle back my moan.
"What do you want Zoe?" He asks.
"I-I- I don't know." I stuttered.
A gasp escaped my lips as he wrapped his hand around my neck and leaned closer to me.
"Tell me what you want."
His hot breath brushed against my neck.
I felt so vulnerable and helpless, completely under his control.
"What is it you really want, Zoe?" He asks again, I feel him inhaling my skin like it was some kind of drug he needed.
"Master--" I managed to say in-between breaths, trembling at his touch.
"Talk to me Zoe. What do you desire?" He asks again, this time his voice hardening.
"You!" I spoke, before realizing the words that left my lips.
He was the only thing clouding my thoughts, the one thing I desired right now. I wanted him.
“That wasn’t so hard now… Was it Miss Zoe?” He asked, before letting out a chuckle.
“But you see Miss Zoe, you can’t have me. No one can. I hope you understand. It’s my fourth rule. Never fall in love with me. I’m your teacher and you are my student. Nothing more than that. You got it?” He said.
I swallowed and nodded. I was a fool to have said that.
F+ck!
What’s wrong with you Zoe? I thought.
I should be focusing on the lesson… making money and not daydreaming about fucking Mr Blackwood.
“Now, strip off your clothes. We are about to begin our second lesson now." He ordered, crossing his hands above his chest.
I nodded and began to slowly undress.
I had a feeling that today's lesson wasn't going to be as easy as the last one.
MASTER’S POV
Zoe was an enigma.
There was something about her.
I couldn't explain it.
The very first day I saw her, standing outside my mansion, I knew she was different.
Her body, her eyes, her beauty….. her innocence.
Everything about her was so mesmerizing.
Her presence captivated me.
It was obvious that she wasn’t like the other girls I had trained.
She was shy, timid and reserved.
She held back her feelings and emotions.
She was a complete mystery.
It made me curious.
I have been training girls for the last decade.
I have had so many students but no one was like her.
She had no idea how much power she had.
I was always a master, I always had complete control over every girl who came into my house, but she had the ability to make me lose control.
She made me feel something deep within my core.
Something I couldn't explain.
It wasn't just lust.
It was something more.
Something I couldn’t put a name to.
As someone who is pretty good at suppressing emotions and being cold, it was a little strange to feel something so strongly.
But the truth was, she made me feel something I never had felt before.
She made me feel alive.
It was a weird sensation, yet it was addictive.
And that is what I wanted her to learn…
You see, women are and have always been s+xualized by the opposite gender.
It has always been a struggle for them to fight the stereotypes.
Women have always been objectified and used by men.
Men have always treated women as objects.
They have always seen them as sexual creatures, who were created to pleasure them.
And because of that, most women have always felt ashamed and inferior.
Most of them have been afraid to express their desires.
They have always tried to hide their sexual needs and fantasies.
And that’s where I come in.
I teach these girls that their desires are natural and they should never be ashamed of them.
I show them how to use their bodies to get what they want.
I show them how to unleash their inner goddess and be confident.
From Cleopatra to Catherine the Great, from Elizabeth Taylor to Catherine Zeta Jones, most powerful and influential women throughout history have all shared the same characteristics.
They have all had a sense of self-assurance and a strong will. Their aura was so strong that people could not resist their charms.
Their s+xuality was so potent and alluring that men were drawn to them.
It was their charm, their confidence and their power, which made them irresistible.
Men think they hold the power… but in reality, it is the women who have the real power.
If women were allowed to live up to their full potential and use their bodies the way nature intended them to, they would be unstoppable.
They would have the world in their hands.Most people might find it strange that a man: handsome, rich and powerful was doing something like this, but the truth is, I enjoyed it.
I enjoyed helping women become confident in their s+xuality.
It gave me a sense of accomplishment.
Most people think strippers are whores or sluts, but the truth is, they are just normal girls who need some guidance.
These girls have been told all their lives that their desires are wrong and dirty, and they have learned to suppress their true selves.
So when I meet a girl who is struggling, it gives me the satisfaction to help her overcome her issues and show her how beautiful and s+xy she can be.
It is a privilege to witness a woman transform and blossom.
It is a privilege to see a girl who has always felt shy and insecure turn into a confident, beautiful goddess.
I help them understand that they are more than just bodies.
They are beautiful souls.
They are unique and special.
Their inner strength, their beauty and their personalities were their greatest assets.
And that is exactly what I want to do for Zoe.
I want to show her how beautiful and powerful she is. With her beauty and her charm, she can easily achieve anything she wants in life.
She can be anything she desires.
But for me to do that perfectly, I had to push her boundaries.
I had to break her down.
I had to strip her of all her inhibitions.
I had to expose her deepest, darkest secrets.
I had to tear down her walls and make her vulnerable.
I had to push her limits and see how far she could go.
If I was going to teach her anything, I had to push her beyond her comfort zone.
That's what today's lesson was going to be about.
“Strip” I commanded, my voice sure and firm not giving away the turmoil that was going on, on the inside.
Zoe looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights at my command but I waved my hand for her to get started.
"We don't have all day." I reminded her and that prompted.
She quickly took over her too and br@ and dropped it to the floor.
It took all I had not to stare at her.
She was so perfect, so beautiful, her tits, her body, her curves... everything.
F+ck!
Her n+ked body was driving me crazy.
I could feel my er+ction growing in my p+nts, but I didn't let it distract me.
“Good, Now, turn around and slowly pull off those shorts. Let them fall slowly. Remember it’s the show that counts not the actual thing. Make it a show. Own it. Don’t be embarrassed. Be proud and confident. This is your body. Don’t let anyone take it away from you." I said.
I watched her nod, and with that, she did what I said.
Her hips moved in a circular motion and her butt bounced slightly as she pulled down her shorts.
Her long black hair was tied in a bun, so I could see her slender neck.
The way her skin glistened in the sunlight, made me want to kiss her.
She was so beautiful.
I could not take my eyes off of her.
My gaze traveled down to her thighs and the curve of her ass.
I let out a harsh exhale, wondering if I had the fortitude to simply be professional with her.
Now I had to teach her, how to s+duce other men.
F+ck.
This was going to be hard.
Not only would it make me break one of my cardinal rules but it would also make me fall deeper into the rabbit hole that was Zoe.
And that's because one taste won't be enough.....
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