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Authors: Sadie Matthews
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revealing a soft blue shirt beneath a grey cashmere jumper, and throws it over the back of a chair. He turns to look at me. He’s close to me and my skin is prickling with anticipation of his touch, my sex already tingling and alive to his presence. He stares deep into my eyes. ‘You’ve shown your commitment to my instruction. I’m impressed. You know, Winter, I wasn’t sure you’d take to this as wholeheartedly as you have. I thought you might be a dilettante, not prepared to see it through. You’ve surprised me.’
‘I hope I’ll go on doing that,’ I reply, dropping my gaze. I want him to see that I’m prepared to hand him control in return for the exquisite pleasure he can bring me and the erotic lessons he can teach me. When I look at him again, he’s observing me with a strange expression: tenderness mixed with a kind of surprise. As soon as he sees me watching him, his expression changes again, this time to that cool detachment I’ve seen previously.
Miles walks through the sitting room and dining room and into the kitchen. I turn to watch as he opens a huge fridge and removes a bottle of champagne. A moment later he’s returning with it, two glasses in his other hand. He puts them down on a side table, picks up a small remote and directs it towards some hidden equipment. At once, piano music fills the room, delicate and delightful.
‘Chopin,’ he says, and smiles at me, the eyebrow lifting slightly. ‘In case you didn’t know.’
‘I didn’t.’
‘All part of your lesson.’ He opens the bottle of champagne in two deft movements and pours us each a glass. He hands one to me, then lifts his glass to mine and says, ‘To you, Winter. You are an able and beautiful student.’
I lift my glass in return and smile. ‘Thank you.’ My God, I want him so badly. But I know that this slow lead-in, with me in this incredible outfit, is all part of the fun.
We sip our champagne. The icy bubbling liquid fills my mouth with small serried explosions. It’s delicious. I look around the room and say, ‘Is this place yours?’
‘No.’ He smiles at me. ‘It belongs to a friend. I like it, but it’s not really my style.’
‘What is your style?’ I ask, and take another sip of the champagne.
Miles raises his eyebrow again. ‘I think we’ll leave that lesson for another time. Did you see my pointer on what we’d learn today?’
I nod. ‘Fire, water, earth and air. The four elements.’
‘That’s right – the elements that the ancient Greeks believed were the basis of everything in the world. Aristotle added a fifth – the quintessence, or fifth element – which he called aether, the heavenly substance that forms space and everything else they could'nt explain. The stars, for example.’ Miles lifts his glass to me. ‘I like to think of anything that adds to the joy of life as part of that heavenly substance.’
I take another drink. The crisp, biscuity liquid fires its volleys of bubbles over my tongue. ‘Then we should add champagne to it. I suppose you could say that it’s a little like drinking stars.’
He smiles. ‘Yes. I like that. We think the same way, Winter.’ His gaze travels appreciatively over me again. ‘You look like a heavenly body yourself, Winter, in that dress. Like the goddess you were named after.’
‘You chose well,’ I reply softly.
His gaze becomes intense suddenly and fires off an answering tumble of excited butterflies in my stomach. ‘I think we should begin.’ He puts his glass on the side table and says lazily, ‘So… where shall we start? Earth, air, water or… fire…?’ His eyelids drop a little, making his gaze more hooded. A rush of desire flows through me. I can feel my nipples hardening, my nerves awakening to a greater pitch of alertness.
Miles takes a step towards me and says, ‘I think fire first… Yes. Fire is the best way to start.’ He takes me by the hand and leads me towards the fireplace where the flames are still
‘I hope I’ll go on doing that,’ I reply, dropping my gaze. I want him to see that I’m prepared to hand him control in return for the exquisite pleasure he can bring me and the erotic lessons he can teach me. When I look at him again, he’s observing me with a strange expression: tenderness mixed with a kind of surprise. As soon as he sees me watching him, his expression changes again, this time to that cool detachment I’ve seen previously.
Miles walks through the sitting room and dining room and into the kitchen. I turn to watch as he opens a huge fridge and removes a bottle of champagne. A moment later he’s returning with it, two glasses in his other hand. He puts them down on a side table, picks up a small remote and directs it towards some hidden equipment. At once, piano music fills the room, delicate and delightful.
‘Chopin,’ he says, and smiles at me, the eyebrow lifting slightly. ‘In case you didn’t know.’
‘I didn’t.’
‘All part of your lesson.’ He opens the bottle of champagne in two deft movements and pours us each a glass. He hands one to me, then lifts his glass to mine and says, ‘To you, Winter. You are an able and beautiful student.’
I lift my glass in return and smile. ‘Thank you.’ My God, I want him so badly. But I know that this slow lead-in, with me in this incredible outfit, is all part of the fun.
We sip our champagne. The icy bubbling liquid fills my mouth with small serried explosions. It’s delicious. I look around the room and say, ‘Is this place yours?’
‘No.’ He smiles at me. ‘It belongs to a friend. I like it, but it’s not really my style.’
‘What is your style?’ I ask, and take another sip of the champagne.
Miles raises his eyebrow again. ‘I think we’ll leave that lesson for another time. Did you see my pointer on what we’d learn today?’
I nod. ‘Fire, water, earth and air. The four elements.’
‘That’s right – the elements that the ancient Greeks believed were the basis of everything in the world. Aristotle added a fifth – the quintessence, or fifth element – which he called aether, the heavenly substance that forms space and everything else they could'nt explain. The stars, for example.’ Miles lifts his glass to me. ‘I like to think of anything that adds to the joy of life as part of that heavenly substance.’
I take another drink. The crisp, biscuity liquid fires its volleys of bubbles over my tongue. ‘Then we should add champagne to it. I suppose you could say that it’s a little like drinking stars.’
He smiles. ‘Yes. I like that. We think the same way, Winter.’ His gaze travels appreciatively over me again. ‘You look like a heavenly body yourself, Winter, in that dress. Like the goddess you were named after.’
‘You chose well,’ I reply softly.
His gaze becomes intense suddenly and fires off an answering tumble of excited butterflies in my stomach. ‘I think we should begin.’ He puts his glass on the side table and says lazily, ‘So… where shall we start? Earth, air, water or… fire…?’ His eyelids drop a little, making his gaze more hooded. A rush of desire flows through me. I can feel my nipples hardening, my nerves awakening to a greater pitch of alertness.
Miles takes a step towards me and says, ‘I think fire first… Yes. Fire is the best way to start.’ He takes me by the hand and leads me towards the fireplace where the flames are still
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