A Lesson in Passion: Season of Desire Part 4 (Seasons Quartet) by Sadie Matthews Page B
Authors: Sadie Matthews
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all, licking the head of his cock for more, relishing it.
When at last his erection has stopped throbbing, I let it slide slowly out of my mouth and let go of him. I look up at him, panting, my lips and chin wet with saliva.
He stares down at me with a half smile. When he speaks, his voice is replete. ‘Very good… That was most enjoyable, Winter.’
I smile up, my eyes bright. I’m so happy that I’ve pleased my teacher. But I know that the lesson isn’t over yet.
‘The earth doesn’t just provide seed,’ he says. He stands up, pulling his robe closed, and steps around me to go to the table. ‘It is rich with metals as well, the deposits that we mine from it and turn to our own use. Gold, silver, bronze.’ He looks back over his shoulder at me. ‘Did you know that most of the earth’s gold deposits are at the core? Too deep for us to reach. Most of the gold we’ve mined so far is thought to have been brought here by meteorites crashing into the earth’s surface.’ He gestures to the bed. ‘Go and lie down. You’re going to experience a little of what the earth’s metal can do for you.’
I do as he says, going to the bed and lying on my back on the bare sheets. He comes over carrying a bowl and looks down at me with approval.
‘Yes,’ he says. ‘Yes.’ He puts the bowl on the bedside table and takes a small square object from it. It’s made of a dull metal, and from each corner of the square juts a tiny spike pointing inwards. ‘This is bronze, Winter. The metal of the ancient civilisations, an alloy of tin and copper.’
I wonder what the small object is for, but my teacher will not let me wait for long. He bends down and deftly puts the square over the nipple of my right breast, so that the bud emerges from between the four inward-jutting spikes. The spikes press into it with a kind of sharp, buzzing tickle. I gasp. It’s painful but not unbearable and the initial sting quickly becomes a kind of ache that makes my sex throb in response. With a deft movement, my teacher presses another square on to the nipple of my left breast, and I pant as the hot sting hits the delicate bud.
‘Can you feel the bite of the bronze?’ he asks in a low voice.
I nod. ‘Yes, Tutor.’
‘If you misbehave, Winter, then I’ll have to make it bite a little harder. Like this.’ He turns one square, and the rasp of the spikes across my nipple makes me moan out loud. ‘But I think you might enjoy it too much for it to be an effective punishment. And besides, you’re such a compliant student.’ He swiftly turns the other square, making the other nipple sing as well. I writhe a little under the sensation. I’ve never understood the concept of pleasurable pain, until now.
‘The Bronze Age is considered a factual period in history,’ says my teacher, ‘but the Gold and Silver Ages are mythical. Nevertheless, these precious metals must be represented. They too can bring great pleasure.’ He lifts another small object from the bowl, this one made of sparkling silver. It’s a kind of long hoop, with indentations near the top, and small tassels of silver chains hanging from the ends. I have no idea what it might be. ‘This little object, for example.’
He holds it to my chest, the metal cool on my skin, the little chains snaking over my flesh with a delicate tickle. He runs it downwards over the leather corset around my waist, and down again to where my sex is ripe and ready, swollen with heat and desire. I’m breathing fast, my heart racing. Is he going to press the little thing inside me? It doesn’t seem the right shape for that. Then, to my surprise, he presses the hoop over my clitoris, the indentations closing around it so that it’s almost encircled by the slender metal. The sides of the hoop run down me towards my entrance, the little chains lying around my wet lips. My clitoris throbs to the tight embrace of the metal clip.
‘Delightful,’ says my
When at last his erection has stopped throbbing, I let it slide slowly out of my mouth and let go of him. I look up at him, panting, my lips and chin wet with saliva.
He stares down at me with a half smile. When he speaks, his voice is replete. ‘Very good… That was most enjoyable, Winter.’
I smile up, my eyes bright. I’m so happy that I’ve pleased my teacher. But I know that the lesson isn’t over yet.
‘The earth doesn’t just provide seed,’ he says. He stands up, pulling his robe closed, and steps around me to go to the table. ‘It is rich with metals as well, the deposits that we mine from it and turn to our own use. Gold, silver, bronze.’ He looks back over his shoulder at me. ‘Did you know that most of the earth’s gold deposits are at the core? Too deep for us to reach. Most of the gold we’ve mined so far is thought to have been brought here by meteorites crashing into the earth’s surface.’ He gestures to the bed. ‘Go and lie down. You’re going to experience a little of what the earth’s metal can do for you.’
I do as he says, going to the bed and lying on my back on the bare sheets. He comes over carrying a bowl and looks down at me with approval.
‘Yes,’ he says. ‘Yes.’ He puts the bowl on the bedside table and takes a small square object from it. It’s made of a dull metal, and from each corner of the square juts a tiny spike pointing inwards. ‘This is bronze, Winter. The metal of the ancient civilisations, an alloy of tin and copper.’
I wonder what the small object is for, but my teacher will not let me wait for long. He bends down and deftly puts the square over the nipple of my right breast, so that the bud emerges from between the four inward-jutting spikes. The spikes press into it with a kind of sharp, buzzing tickle. I gasp. It’s painful but not unbearable and the initial sting quickly becomes a kind of ache that makes my sex throb in response. With a deft movement, my teacher presses another square on to the nipple of my left breast, and I pant as the hot sting hits the delicate bud.
‘Can you feel the bite of the bronze?’ he asks in a low voice.
I nod. ‘Yes, Tutor.’
‘If you misbehave, Winter, then I’ll have to make it bite a little harder. Like this.’ He turns one square, and the rasp of the spikes across my nipple makes me moan out loud. ‘But I think you might enjoy it too much for it to be an effective punishment. And besides, you’re such a compliant student.’ He swiftly turns the other square, making the other nipple sing as well. I writhe a little under the sensation. I’ve never understood the concept of pleasurable pain, until now.
‘The Bronze Age is considered a factual period in history,’ says my teacher, ‘but the Gold and Silver Ages are mythical. Nevertheless, these precious metals must be represented. They too can bring great pleasure.’ He lifts another small object from the bowl, this one made of sparkling silver. It’s a kind of long hoop, with indentations near the top, and small tassels of silver chains hanging from the ends. I have no idea what it might be. ‘This little object, for example.’
He holds it to my chest, the metal cool on my skin, the little chains snaking over my flesh with a delicate tickle. He runs it downwards over the leather corset around my waist, and down again to where my sex is ripe and ready, swollen with heat and desire. I’m breathing fast, my heart racing. Is he going to press the little thing inside me? It doesn’t seem the right shape for that. Then, to my surprise, he presses the hoop over my clitoris, the indentations closing around it so that it’s almost encircled by the slender metal. The sides of the hoop run down me towards my entrance, the little chains lying around my wet lips. My clitoris throbs to the tight embrace of the metal clip.
‘Delightful,’ says my
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