He stepped away from me, placing the glass on the table slowly and deliberately.
His gaze didn't leave me as he did, and I felt his eyes linger on me pulling me in ways I couldn't quite understand.
He said in a low voice, "Tell me, what are you getting at here? Are you looking to learn to be the dominant one in a relationship, or are you more inclined to be submissive?"
Didn't i tell him what i wanted before?.
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts, but the alcohol was starting to cloud my judgment, making everything seem a bit hazy.
I felt a heat rush down my neck and my nerves were still jittery from the moment before.
"I... I want to-"
I said, the words escaping me quickly, but he didn't react immediately, just studied me carefully, before finally speaking interrupting me.
"Believe it or not, you're naturally submissive."
I blinked at him, completely confused.
"What?"
He tilted his head slightly, and a mocking almost imperceptible smile spread across his lips.
"You have the essence of it: the desire to surrender and the desire to control you, but only if you give it to me."
I didn't know what to say to this, so I stood there feeling like a fish out of water.
Whats wrong with this man...?
He didn't seem to mind, and after a pause he continued.
"Do you know anything about this kind of practice?"
He asked, his tone more serious now.
I shook my head "No, I don't know much..."
He nodded slowly, then began to explain.
His words were clear and concise as he explained the basics, the dynamics, the roles, and how everything was built on trust and consent.
I listened, trying to take it all in.
After a moment, he moved slightly and leaned toward me with a piercing look in his eyes.
"Have you ever touched a man?"
He asked, his voice cutting through the silence like a sword.
I shook my head, barely able to meet his eyes.
"No."
His expression didn't change, but something flashed in his eyes, perhaps curiosity or something else.
"So, you're a virgin in more ways than one."
He muttered, as if talking to himself, before his eyes returned to mine.
I swallowed hard, feeling more exposed than ever.
This was becoming more real with every second, and I wasn't sure I was ready for what was to come.
He sat heavily in the chair, stretching his legs out in front of him as if he had all the time.
Then he leaned back, looking at me with a look that made my skin crawl.
"Come," he said, his voice steady and commanding "sit on my lap."
I froze, staring at him as if I hadn't heard right.
My heart pounded in my chest, and my hands nervously curled in front of me.
I didn't know what to do-my body refusing to move, caught between fear and something even hotter I didn't want to name.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and tilted his head.
"I said," he repeated, his voice more raspy "get up and sit on my lap."
Without thinking, almost instinctively I obeyed.
I stood, my legs trembling and walked over to him.
My breathing was ragged and my face was burning hot.
When I reached him, I hesitated for a moment before carefully sitting in his lap.
The instant I reached him, I felt his body solid beneath me, firm, warm, and powerfully present.
My whole body tensed as I struggled to balance, not knowing where to place my hands or how far apart I should be.
He didn't help me.
He let me sit there, struggling, his hand resting on the arm of the chair, his eyes monitoring my every nervous movement.
He tilted his head slightly, staring at me with a fierce gaze I could feel right down to my bones.
"You've never touched a man in your life, have you?" he asked, his voice low and almost curious.
I nodded silently, unable to find my voice under his gaze.
Without hesitation, he reached out and took my chin between his fingers, tilting my head up, leaving me with no choice but to look at him.
He gently ran his thumb along my jaw, sending a strange electric sensation through my body.
"I give you permission," he said slowly, "to touch me whenever you want. Take this opportunity, Aurora, and learn what it's a man's like, to learn how a man breathes, moves, and reacts."
His words enveloped me, heavy, and I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my ears.
He was offering me what I'd come for.
A terrifying and exciting first step.
I stammered something unintelligible under my breath as I tried to muster my courage.
Slowly, almost shyly i raised my hand and placed it on his arm.
His skin under the shirt was warm beneath my fingertips, his muscles taut and firm as he sat there letting me explore.
He watched me closely, his gaze inscrutable, then said in a quiet insistent voice
"Examine more, anywhere you want."
I bit my lip nervously feeling my heart thump against my ribs.
Still, I obeyed and let my hand slide from his arm to his chest.
I felt the steady rise and fall of his breathing and the strength beneath the fabric of his shirt.
"Put more pressure with your hand."
He said to me in an almost amused voice
"I won't break."
I swallowed hard and pressed my palm against him feeling his hardness.
He was strong, and I was touching him, truly touching a man for the first time.
Has a man's body ever been this strong?
The thought came to me like a whisper.
It was strange... but also strangely pleasurable.
I'd never touched a man's body before, not more than a passing handshake, but now?
Now my hand moved freely, shy and excited.
My fingers slid down his neck, tracing the lines of tense muscles there, then wandered to his back feeling the strength hidden beneath his clothes.
Slowly, my hand returned to the top, stroking the back of his neck, gently tangling in his hair before gliding over the sharp angles of his face.
When my hand finally stopped at his cheek, I hesitated, and that's when I made the mistake of looking up.
His eyes were darker now, much darker.
Could someone's eye color really change like that?
Or was it the intensity of his stare, burning something, that made my breath catch in my throat?
I let my hand slip, intending to push me away from him but he grabbed my wrist before I could.
With a firm grip, he placed my hand on his chest again, and his voice turned vague and commanding as he said
"I didn't tell you to stop."
Before I could process what he'd said, he grabbed my hand and slowly dragged it down his solid body, from his firm chest to his taut stomach until it rested just above his belt.
The heat radiating from him made me shiver, and I instinctively struggled against his grip.
Finally, he let go of my hand, but before I could retreat or stand up, he grabbed my waist and pinned me firmly to his lap.
"What are you so afraid of?"
He whispered sharply.
"I'm not hiding a snake in my pants."
My face flushed red and, desperate to control my racing heart, I muttered,
"I... I'm not ready for anything else."
His lips went up in a smirk
"I know, I wasn't going to do anything, I just wanted to test your endurance... to see how long you could last before you collapsed."
He was about to say more when he heard a knock on the door, then a voice announcing
"You have 20 minutes left."
Lanzo looked at his watch, then at me with a steady gaze and simply said
"You're running out of time."
I blinked in surprise and said,
"Aren't you the owner of this club?"
He slightly replied
"I am, but time doesn't last even for me, Aurora."
He then added
"You have 20 minutes until your time is over for today."
He looked at me expectantly and asked,
"Is there anything you want to learn first?"
I stared at him, my mind racing, but I finally shook my head.
Without another word, he stood up, easily grabbing my waist to lift me off his lap and stand me on the floor.
As he turned toward the door, his hand carelessly adjusting his sleeves, he threw a smirk over his shoulder.
"Come back the day after tomorrow, at the same time."
I stood there, feeling strangely small, my heart pounding.
A memory came to mind a week ago, when my fiancé, Alexander, leaned in to kiss me for the first time.
I pulled away from him, too afraid to disappoint him... because I didn't even know how to kiss properly.
I called out impulsively "lanzo!"
He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and turned to look at me, one eyebrow raised.
I bit my lip in embarrassment and averted my gaze from his piercing gaze as I whispered "A kiss..."
His expression didn't change, but he waited.
Still not looking at him, my voice barely audible, I confessed, "I... I don't know how to kiss someone... I've never done it before."
I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.
My heart raced, and I was still processing the flood of emotions that was flooding me.
Lanzo took a step closer, and before I could blink, his hand was on my chin, lifting my face up to his.
His gaze was sharp and dark, but there was a tone... dangerous.
When he came, his voice was low and husky almost a growl.
"A kiss? I'm not teaching you kissing here. These superficial things aren't my thing."
I nod in understanding, embarrassment flooding my cheeks.
I quickly turned my head away, my voice barely a whisper.
"It's okay... I'll find someone else to teach me."
But lanzo wasn't satisfied.
He grabbed my chin again, forcing me to look at him, his grip firm and unyielding.
"You're bound by a contract with me," he reminded me, his voice cold and steady. "You can't have another partner in this club."
I blinked, startled by his words, my mind trying to process them.
I nodded slowly, realizing what he meant.
"I understand," I said quietly, trying to ignore the tension in the air.
"I meant... somewhere else."
He stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable.
Then, after a long silence, he sighed, his eyes hardening slightly.
"You have eighteen minutes to learn. If you don't... I'll never do it again."
His words hit me like a thunderbolt, and suddenly, my nerves returned to normal.
I felt like I was on the verge of something great.
I felt his lips touch mine, soft yet commanding.
For a moment, everything else disappeared.
The world around me seemed to fade away and only his touch was there-gentle.
His hands moved to guide me, placing my mouth next to his, and his voice followed, explaining each movement quietly with a certain ease that both thrilled and captivated me.
"Relax."
He whispered against my lips, his tone steady and patient.
"It's all about timing... Let your lips follow mine, not force them."
I felt his breath hot and his presence overwhelming, yet his control strangely comforting.
As he guided me through each precise movement.
How to tilt my head, how to open my lips just enough, my body seemed to respond, even though my chest tense.
Surprisingly, I loved it.
The feel of his lips, the constant pressure, the control... everything felt strange and yet strangely right.
His gaze softened as he pulled away enough to look at me.
His eyes were dark, focused and intense, and for a moment, I felt as if he was measuring me, waiting for me to take the next step.
"Try it," he said quietly, his voice still commanding but patient.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I leaned in to close the distance between us.
My movements felt awkward and hesitant, my lips loose as they tried to mimic what he had shown me.
I realized it wasn't smooth or perfect, nothing like what I had seen or imagined.
He must have sensed my hesitation.
Before I pulled away, his hand touched the back of my neck, pulling me back to him. His lips met mine again, this time with more control and confidence.
The kiss was deeper than the first, and he took the lead.
I felt the pressure of his lips against mine and the slight twitch when his tongue touched my lower lip, urging me to respond.
It was gentle at first, but his grip tightened slightly, deepening the kiss. I felt my body instinctively follow his, my nerves slowly fading.
At that moment, I don't know why I felt it wasn't just a kiss.
I gasped for breath, my hands instinctively resting on his chest, my heart pounding.
I felt his growl and his voice vibrate against my lips as he deepened the kiss again.
My mind spun, dizzy from the intensity of it all, from the overwhelming mix of control and desire I never knew I was capable of from another person over a mere kiss.
When he finally pulled away, I gasped, my body trembling slightly under his touch.
He bit my lower lip gently enough to send shivers up my spine before his low, commanding voice echoed in my ears.
"From the day after tomorrow, my name isn't lanzo."
He said, his eyes meeting mine.
"It's master."
The weight of his words settled in the air between us, and before I could process it all, he turned and shuffled out of the room.
I stood there, still reeling, my chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.