"Mr Blackwood," Benjamin said, bowing deeply.
Blackwood, I thought. His name sounded so exquisite, so sexy, 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 fucking 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?
Fuck!!!!
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.
Fuck 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."
"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 breasts bounced in my white lace bra, my nipples erect from arousal. 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 breasts 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 sexy 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 seduce 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 pants off my legs and I was left only with my bra-matching panties. They were soaked with my arousal.
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 fuck 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 panties, my fingers touched my pussy and I almost moaned 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. Naked, I stood in front of him, trembling slightly.
My nipples were hard and my clit throbbed for attention.
I was about to take off my bra 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.