Lessons from Our Master
an excerpt

Chapter 11: Confessions of the Heart

Lazaro took her up to his room. He locked the door. Celia looked around the room. The table would be the perfect place for her to dance. She pointed to it. “Sir. May I?” He walked over cleared the table off and pulled it from the wall. Lazaro moved the chair and turned off the lights. He lit the candles. They flickered along the walls. Lazaro took Celia by the hand and lifted her on the table. He sat in the chair. The feige was lying there on the floor. Celia drew a deep breath and listened to the beating of her heart. It reminded her of the music at winter festival. She wants to look at Lazaro but she does not do it. Instead, she focuses on a spot on the wall. She sways to the music inside her. Her body starts to recall the dance at winter festival. Celia concentrates on her movement and finds it difficult with Lazaro so close to her. Her body was fighting to concentrate elsewhere. Lazaro noticed. She felt a sting on her thigh through the garment. It was the feige. Lazaro had picked it up and idly struck her. It was quick strike. Her eyes opened and she glanced at her Master. He pointed to her garment. She swayed and took it off. She threw it to him. He caught it in his lap and laid it on the bed. Celia closed her eyes again. She was lost to the music inside of her body. She grabbed her breast. “Rub them.” Her fingers plucked her nipples. She twisted them as Isaiah had done. “Hold them to me.” She squeezed and rubbed them offering them towards her Master. He struck again at her thigh. Her knees fell apart as her pelvis rocked to the slow rhythm only she could hear. Her mound was glistening and wet. Lazaro licked his lips. His eyes flickered over her body steadying their gaze over her cunt, and her tits. Celia was dancing on the table struggling to stem the tide of longing she felt within. Lazaro knew she was feeling something. He would make her wait for it though. That was part of a past lesson. He whispered quietly. “Control.” Still she swayed. Her eyes closed unaware of what Lazaro was doing. He stood from the chair and unfastened his pants. He works them down his body. Lazaro steps to the table and places a hand on Celia. Her body stops moving. He takes her and lays her down in the table standing over her forcing his cock into her mouth. Lazaro forcefully uses her mouth, watching in delight as she struggles to please him. Celia’s eyes tightly shut as she concentrates on his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. He goes deeper and deeper into her throat, she gives in to it, and he senses her submission, the acceptance. Lazaro cums, deep in her throat.

Lazaro reaches down to Celia working her clit between his thumb and finger. He rolls and pinches it. She struggles under his weight as soft whispery moans beg him to please, please let her cum. He smiles kissing her lips giving her the permission she desires. Celia’s body becomes racked with an all-consuming fire. She screams out her torment. Her body shakes with the strength of her orgasm. As it settles, Celia takes a deep breath. Lazaro cradles the young girl picking her up off the table. They sway in one another’s embrace. He leads her gently to the bed. He pulls her down into him enfolding her into his warm embrace. Lazaro soothes her to a gentle dream filled sleep.

“Sleep well Celia,” he softly speaks. “For in the morning we fuck,” he thinks, as he grins like the devil himself. Lazaro closes his eyes and drifts to sleep with Celia in his arms.

Isaiah had heard them. He had not meant to but he had. His only hope was that Celia had done what she did because she wanted to and not because she was forced. He thought about this while he lay in bed and fell asleep until morning.