A Lesson in Passion: Season of Desire Part 4 (Seasons Quartet) by Sadie Matthews

I lie quite still and wait to hear what my teacher has in mind.
      ‘So, Winter,’ he says. He’s running the slender whip across his palm. ‘You’ve been an excellent student so far. But you have one lesson left to learn. The lesson of earth.’
      I look up at him. The glitter of his blue eyes behind the leather eye-mask is deliciously exciting and a pleasant shiver runs over my skin. I love the sensation of being at his mercy, knowing that whatever lesson he has planned for me will give me exquisite pleasure.
      My teacher continues. ‘Earth is the last element we will be exploring and it is linked in classical teaching with the sensual aspects of life, so it’s particularly suitable for our lesson. It’s the heaviest of all the elements, and carries associations with the underworld – and its erotic potential. Sex is our consolation for death, isn’t it, Winter? We all know that our mortal body will eventually pass away, but while we inhabit it we may enjoy its pleasures. In classical myth, the goddesses of the earth are those of fertility and agriculture, helping the earth surrender its bounty of food. Mother Earth is the goddess from whom all life and all good things flow.’ My teacher seems to be warming to his theme, drawing the whip through his hand a little faster. ‘Today, Winter, you’re wearing leather and silk – provided for us by the beasts of the earth. I hope you will appreciate their beauty. You will also learn to value some of the fruits of the earth, and the use to which we can put the precious metals, mined from its depths.’
      Oh my goodness… What has he planned for me? I can see that there is a large bowl on the table near the fireplace and my belly fizzes a little at the anticipation of what is in it, and what uses my teacher will find for the contents later.
      ‘But first.’ He plants his feet a little further apart. ‘There is another and powerful tradition that runs alongside the classical ones and that also has a firm connection to the earth. It is the Wiccan, or pagan, tradition. In the pagan mind, the symbol of the earth is the staff, the rod.’
      Does he mean the whip? I shiver lightly again. I’ve been a good student, I’ve done all he’s asked. Is he going to punish me?
      I don’t feel frightened. I’m know I’m safe in the hands of my teacher. I watch as he moves across the room to a large armchair and sits down. He regards me gravely for a while, and I feel his gaze moving over my body, from the pert nipples poking through the thin strips of leather, to the tight corset and my exposed body below, down my stockinged legs to the spike heels. My sex tingles and I can feel my juices rising to the surface, making me ready for whatever lies ahead.
      From his seat my master says, ‘You want to touch this time, don’t you, Winter?’
      ‘Yes,’ I whisper.
      ‘Good. Come over to me on your hands and knees.’
      Obediently, I roll over, on to my front and raise myself up into a crawling position. I move towards him slowly, feeling my hips sway with every forward movement. I sense that he’s watching the curve of my bare bottom as I approach, but my head is low and I can’t see him. When I reach his feet, I stop.
      ‘Very good,’ he says in a low voice. ‘Now, you will be granted your wish, Winter. You can touch me – but within limits. You may only touch the rod, do you understand? The rod and the balls. And you may use your mouth. Consider it the fertility rite of the earth goddess.’
      I nod, excitement swirling in my belly. I can’t wait to touch and kiss him. I’ve been longing to play with his magnificent cock for so long, but my teacher has not allowed it until now. I understand that I’ll be worshipping his staff, and I can’t wait to start paying homage to it.
      ‘You may begin, Winter.’ His voice is deep, caressing.
      I lift myself to my knees and pull aside the black silk of his robe. Behind his mask, his blue eyes are