Her Master's Teacher

by Lily White

  “Where is your courtesan this morning?”

  Aiden sat behind his desk, scrolling though the morning news on his laptop while drinking a cup of coffee. Even at this early hour he was perfectly put together with no hair out of place, dressed in a suit tailored to his frame. He was an image of success, wearing power and achievement as if it were a second skin.

  “She’s sleeping.” I grumbled.

  Unlike Aiden, I was dressed in a wrinkled t-shirt and I’m sure my hair was sticking up in all sorts of directions. However, I didn’t mind that fact because it lent to my boyish charm. What I did mind was the exhaustion I felt in every bone in my body. After spending time with Claire in the playroom, we returned to her room when the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. She was able to fall back to sleep easily whereas I hadn’t been able to. After attempting for over an hour, I finally gave up and went to the kitchen for coffee. Aiden was standing by the counter and once both our cups were filled he gestured for me to follow him back to his office.

  Sipping from the cup slowly, Aiden didn’t answer me immediately and his eyes never left the screen of his laptop. It wasn’t until he’d placed the cup on the surface of his desk that he said, “James will be here in two hours. You need to wake her and get her ready.”

  “Shit. I forgot.”

  His eyes darted to me quickly and with an arrogant tone he replied, “I’m not surprised.”

  I wasn’t looking forward to Claire’s appointment with James. The man was an excellent doctor, however his bedside manner was horrendous. He was an old school bastard who treated woman like property that was there to be used and tossed aside. He saw no further value in the courtesans and he was extremely open and obvious about it. Normally, I wouldn’t be concerned, but I felt a need to protect Claire more than I had with any other woman I’d trained.

  “The tape from the playroom was interesting. I was surprised she wasn’t snoring five minutes into it.” Calm and casual, Aiden spoke in a business-like manner. Arching a mocking brow, he inquired, “Did you learn your lesson about sleep deprivation and why it doesn’t work?”

  After narrowing my eyes, I begrudgingly admitted, “I see why it can be considered problematic for training.”

  He laughed. “Considered problematic? I’d say it’s one hell of a large problem. Who wants to train a walking zombie that can barely hold herself up, much less fuck with any sense of enthusiasm?” Closing the screen of his laptop, he looked up at me as if he were expecting an answer.

  “What do you want me to say? I tried it and it didn’t work. Regardless, she’s submitting, so I’m not sure what your problem is.”

  If my words angered him, you wouldn’t have been able to tell by the neutral expression on his face. “My problem is that in the three years I’ve spent training you, you still think that my methods aren’t necessary. This isn’t something that changes pursuant to a generational trend, Holland. It’s a system that’s been established over the course of over 100 years. Do not think that coming in and bringing your ‘youthful’ innovations will somehow prove valuable…”

  “She’s submitted…”

  “So you say. However, in the end, I’ll be the final judge of that. She meets with the first owner tomorrow and if I see even the first sign that she’s not where she needs to be, I’ll be sure to correct that issue when you return to school.”

  Anger teemed inside me, the knowledge that Claire would be subjected to Edward Clarke causing my stomach to churn with disgust. “I don’t think introducing her to Edward Clarke is very fair.”

  The corner of Aiden’s mouth quirked and I was instantly on guard. After taking another sip of his coffee, he smiled and I realized quickly that the bastard was up to no good.

  “Fine. I’ll have the actual buyer come by tomorrow.”

  He studied my reaction and every muscle in my body knotted painfully beneath my skin. I fought to keep my expression impassive. I didn’t want the actual buyer anywhere near Claire as much as I didn’t want Edward near her.

  In an attempt to convince him that his statement didn’t bother me, I sat back in my chair nonchalantly and took a sip from my own cup. “That’s highly unusual. I’m surprised you’d risk the buyer seeing her reaction if she’s not ready.”

  “You said she submitted. I have to take your word for it. Or is there something I don’t know?”

  Biting my tongue, I lied when I said, “You know everything there is to know. She’s submitted to me. Perhaps we should just keep things the way they are and introduce her to Edward. You’re right, as usual. He will be a better catalyst to induce the types of behavior unbecoming of a courtesan. Plus, I’d hate to embarrass you in front of the actual owner if she’s not yet ready.”

  He grinned knowingly. “I’m glad you can see things my way. Pay close attention to her reaction to James this morning. He has the uncanny ability to bring out the worst in the courtesans. If you notice anything that needs to be corrected, you can work on it before tomorrow.”

  …

  “Wake up, beautiful. You have a busy day today.” Brushing a finger across Claire’s cheek, I looked down in admiration at her beauty. The sunlight that poured in softly from the window gave her an ethereal appearance, the milky color to her skin glistening in contrast to the fiery red of her hair. Her eyes blinked open. When she recognized that I sat beside her, she smiled.

  “Hey.” The single word she spoke was garbled by her lethargy.

  I chuckled and responded, “Hey.”

  Rubbing at her tired eyes, she asked, “Are you taking me back into the playroom?”

  I didn’t respond immediately, choosing instead to watch as she pulled her hands away from her face. I was glad to see the dark circles from lack of sleep had faded from her near-perfect skin. “No. Well, not right now at least. You have an appointment.”

  Her expression fell and I wondered if it was a result of the concern that was obvious in my voice. She would hate James, all women did, but Claire especially would detest a doctor who took part in the enslavement of women. I was sure that in her career she’d worked with many well-respected physicians and would have an affinity for them because of their craft. I vaguely remembered a lecture she gave in class one afternoon where she discussed the Hippocratic Oath and its summary premise to do no harm. She’d been adamant that, although the specific phrase was not contained within the oath itself, it was implied and should be followed by all practitioners of medicine; physical and psychiatric alike. As a result, James would elicit a higher degree of hatred and anger from her.

  “An appointment?” Confusion was obvious behind her eyes. I breathed out heavily, readying myself to admit the truth.

  “You’re being examined by a doctor today. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you it will be pleasant. James is a misogynistic bastard who will hate you just about as much as you hate him. He’s twisted, Claire, but he’s a good doctor, nonetheless.”

  “Examining me for what, exactly?” Sitting up in bed, she pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts. I wanted to reach out to pull it back down, but refrained given the circumstances. Her distrust was written clearly across her face.

  “Sexually transmitted diseases, pregnancy, birth control, and any other types of female issues. He’s a gynecologist. Well, he wasn’t when he practiced outside of the society, but within the society, at least, he serves that purpose.”

  Her eyes blinked slowly and her face turned a shade of pink that warned of her mounting anger. “A physician is tied into this?”

  I shrugged in an attempt to defuse her rage. “It’s like I’ve told you before, the society is made up of men in positions of power. There are crooked doctors just as much as there are crooked politicians, police and businessmen. It’s human nature, Claire. It doesn’t matter what they do in life. Their sexual needs still need to be filled and if that can be better accomplished with an adoring and willing whore, one who doesn’t need to be stroked and coddled like the gold-digging housewives thes
e men are married to, then that is what they’ll do. The only thing that is the same between all of them is that they enjoy power, especially power over other people. Courtesans were designed to fill that role. However, in turn, they take care of the courtesans. That includes medical care.”

  “So, I’m being turned into a kept woman and a pampered whore? That’s what this is? Human trafficking typically doesn’t…”

  My finger was quickly placed over her lips to silence her. “This isn’t human trafficking…not in the classical sense in which most people understand it at least. Yes, women are bought and sold, but they are a commodity to own, not a body to be abused, drugged, killed and dumped out on the street.”

  “So you’re telling me that no women have died as a result of this bullshit?”

  I couldn’t look her in the eye. “No women have died.” Not for the reasons she thought, at least. I could have gone into the long-winded spiel about how women who don’t submit are disposed of and how there have been occasions where an owner’s particular kink was death, but it was easier to lie to her. Fortunately for me, I was a good liar because Claire wasn’t one to believe things easily. I was sure she was studying my body language at that moment, so I lifted my gaze back up and locked it to hers. “No women have died.”

  “I don’t believe you.” Her eyes burned into mine, stoking my anger that she hadn’t submitted entirely to me. I would own her when all was said and done and, whereas I enjoyed it when she fought back somewhat, directly challenging me would not be allowed.

  She yelped when I grabbed her face with my hand, squeezing the cheeks between my thumb and fingers and smiling when her eyes grew as big as saucers.

  “I might be helping you out in all of this, but do not forget who your Master is. I haven’t hurt you, but I will punish you in other ways that I don’t consider to be physically abusive.” My need to dominate her rose with each word I spoke. It was an itch I couldn’t scratch and it was made worse by the fact that I had to get her showered and ready for James. The old bastard would throw an absolute fit if she had been used prior to his examination. The way he explained it was that he didn’t mind dirtying his hands on the bitch because it was necessary, but he’d be damned to have to deal with semen as well.

  Holding Claire in place until her body visibly relaxed, I smiled and thought of other ways she could be used. With my other hand, I reached between our bodies, ripping the sheet that she used to cover her breasts away from her hands. She jumped as soon as the cloth fell to her hips, but I continued holding her.

  Pushing her head back so that she fell onto a pillow, I moved my hand to her throat looking down at her with all the heat and ownership I was feeling in that moment. Her mouth opened to talk, but I squeezed, stealing her ability to do so. She struggled for only a second. Once she was relaxed again, I loosened my hold to allow her to take a deep breath.

  Looking down into her eyes, I ran the tip of a finger on my free hand down between her breasts and down further until my hand opened and splayed across her belly. “While I have you, Claire, I’ll use you for what I want. I’ll be good to you in return, but do not mistake my kindness for anything other than that. I’m not weak. I’ve proven that to you several times already. I like you and I’ll protect you. I won’t put up with back talking. Do you understand?”

  After a few seconds she gave in and nodded. Releasing her neck, I commanded. “Over my knees, beautiful.”

  Shifting where I sat, I moved to the edge of the bed and placed my feet firmly on the floor. She stared back at me with both anger and fear, but I also saw a glint of curiosity and heat behind those beautiful blue eyes. It pleased me because it told me that I’d awakened something in her sexually.

  “Now.”

  Moving slowly, she peeled herself from the mattress, carefully stepping over the side as she stood up beside me. Her body was magnificent, not too skinny, but perfectly shaped in the hourglass figure you’d find common in Renaissance paintings. She appeared healthy and her vitality was like a drug to a man like me. Too many women of my generation starved themselves in an effort to appear thin, but what they ended up looking like was a walking skeleton. I not only appreciated Claire’s figure, but also the fact that she was obviously comfortable in her own skin. Without attempting to shield her breasts or her pussy with her hands, she stood waiting for me to remove my arms from my lap. Once I’d done so, she positioned her body over my legs.

  My breath shot out of me on a tremulous release. She was so fucking gorgeous and she was mine to do with as I pleased.

  “I’m going to punish you for telling me you don’t believe me. From here on out, you will believe what I tell you without question. Don’t you ever fucking talk back to me again. Doing so will only make your punishment worse.”

  Her body started to tremble before I could strike her even once, the obvious apprehension was turning me on so quickly that my cock hardened and pushed painfully against my pants. She jumped when that happened and I knew she could feel the evidence of my arousal against her stomach.

  My hand struck the cheek of her ass and the sound resonated throughout the room. She cried out and her body jerked forward, but I held her in place, smoothing my hands in circles over the inflamed skin where she’d been spanked. “Shhh…four more and you’ll be done.” Dipping my finger between her legs, I found that she was already wet and dripping with anticipation.

  Another slap of my hand and the crack of skin against skin echoed against the walls, her tiny yelps following closely behind. My cock was throbbing beneath her, begging to be sunk into her cunt, but I breathed in slowly and back out again to silence the desire and need I was creating inside my own body. Smoothing the burn of her skin with my palm, I dipped my finger in once more and mocked her by saying, “It’s obvious you like this, Claire. You’re absolutely sopping with the need to be filled.”

  She squirmed and I slapped her again, luxuriating in the way her body moved over my lap and the moans that fell from her lips. I was an idiot to do this right before James was to arrive and I needed some sort of relief before I’d be able to walk her down the hall. With my other hand I caressed her cheek, pushing my finger between her lips and into her mouth, finally discovering just how she’d get me off.

  Three more strikes against her ass and she was writhing in need. My own lust had become painful and I pushed her off my lap, laughing when she looked up at me in surprise from the floor. Locking eyes with her, I said, “You like to use that mouth for talking back, but I’ve found a better use for it, Pet. Crawl up onto your knees.”

  Doing as she was instructed, her eyes still beamed with the small hint of anger, but she didn’t voice it in any other way. I liked when she was angry, I loved the hint of rebellion she showed me while also doing every fucking thing I told her to do. It excited me in ways that no other woman had excited me before.

  Without releasing her gaze, I slowly pulled open my belt, unbuttoning my pants to show her just how hard she’d made me. She was still mad, but I didn’t miss the fact that her tongue peeked out to lick along her bottom lip.

  “I want to fuck your mouth.”

  It was a simple statement, but just saying it forced more blood into my already rock hard cock.

  She crept forward, looking between my face and my cock, before finally leaning over to take the full length into her mouth.

  I almost lost it right fucking then. I wasn’t planning on this taking too long, but I wanted at least a minute or two inside the heaven between her lips. As her tongue licked along the shaft, she reached up to play with my balls.

  My hands gripped into her hair, “Oh, fucking yes.” I could barely talk I was so breathless, completely lost to her oral skill. “With your other hand, I want you to touch yourself, Claire. I want you to get yourself off at the same time you swallow my cum.”

  She didn’t hesitate to follow my instructions and I looked up from her head to watch the scene in the full-length mirror on the opposite side of the room. Fuck, it wa
s so erotic, the way her head bobbed up and down as her hips rotated over her own fingers.

  Wrapping my fingers tightly in her hair, I pulled up on her head, holding it in place as my hips took over the motion. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d fuck her mouth and by the time my balls tightened with my impending orgasm she started to moan with her own. With one last swipe of her tongue, I lost myself, releasing my cum into her mouth and pulling away to allow her to swallow it down.

  She fell back, her pussy glistening with her own orgasm and I memorized the beauty that was laid out before me. The blowjob hadn’t been enough to satisfy me and just looking at her made my cock start to twitch again with the rush of blood. Closing my eyes, I tucked myself in my pants and, after buckling the belt, I stepped over her, wordlessly moving to the closet to select an outfit for her to wear. The entire closet was filled with beautiful clothes, bits of silk and lace stitched together with the intent to seduce. Selecting an emerald green negligee, I stepped back into the bedroom to find that she hadn’t moved an inch from where I’d left her.

  She was becoming such a good girl.

  My voice was rough when I finally instructed, “Let’s go. You need to get a shower before I set you up in the exam room. I’m sure you’ll love the stirrups.”

  Her responsive scowl was fucking adorable.

  …

  “I certainly hope you have this bitch ready for me because I don’t want to waste any of the precious time I have left being alive watching you attempt to wrangle down a no-good whore who doesn’t know when to shut up.”

  I’d barely opened the front door before James came meandering through mumbling his dissatisfaction with having to perform the examination.

  “Good morning to you too, you old fart.” I smiled with my retort and he eyed me beneath the white bushy eyebrows that appeared to have taken over his entire forehead.

  He grumbled back at me before asking, “Where’s Aiden?”

  Shrugging my shoulder, I said, “Aiden isn’t home. Looks like you’re stuck with me today.”