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the wood scorching her skin.
“Give yourself to me and I will make you a better artist.”
Two more blows in quick succession.
The pain was grueling, but she didn’t deny him. Her head fell back as she gave herself over to it. “Yes, sir, please, please,” the words released on heavy breath.
The blows came faster and faster. Nicolai showed no mercy, no pity, as he pushed her to the limit of her endurance. Tears streamed down her face, but she remained silent, refusing to flinch while she accepted his discipline.
The pain heightened, threatening to consume her, and her hold on her composure weakened. Just when she thought she could bear no more, something bewildering happened. The pain began to recede. A warm, smoldering sensation followed in its wake.
Julianne felt herself coming alive.
Molten heat rolled from her hands through her core and settled heavily between her legs. The walls of her sex clenched tight with the blistering transition and a shuddering flash of tortured pleasure flared through her entire body.
Her eyes shot up in surprise to meet Nicolai’s. What she saw there struck her harder than the wood against her palms. That look, that burning blue stare, was everything she’d dreamt about in her deepest, darkest midnight fantasies.
At Nicolai’s hand, she found the place where pain and pleasure intertwine into ecstasy. It transformed her. A woman rose from the ashes of the girl she’d been only moments before. Each lick of flame against her palms stoked her passion, hotter and hotter, until liquid fire burned at her core. A luxurious pull deep in her body took her, tight and hard. She shattered and the searing intensity of it ripped a feral moan from her throat.
Nicolai stilled. His unwavering stare continuing to absorb her as he smoothed his hand over her boiling palms. So tender as he caressed away the burn.
Suddenly exhausted, she swayed. A strong arm tucked behind her and she fell heavily against his hard body. A voice in her mind told her not to touch her teacher so intimately, but she ignored it.
What harm could come from one innocent, comforting hug? She melted into the embrace, knowing he would never let her fall.
Nicolai held her against him for a few minutes, then broke the connection with a sharp command. “Pick up your brush.”
Stepping behind her, he took her right hand in his own and began to move her brush over the painting. They stood together in silence while he guided her hand to rework the image. When he stepped away, she could hardly believe her eyes.
Magnifique . “Thank you, sir,” she exhaled in disbelief as she stared at what they had created together.
“Now you are ready to begin, Julianne,” Nicolai said and abruptly left her.
*****
Nicolai had to get away from Julianne. Fast.
He turned heel, taking two steps at a time, and shut himself in his office.
What the hell just happened?
He expected the rebellion, planned the punishment. What he absolutely did not expect was the jolt of wicked arousal that shot from her to him.
He was hard as a rock.
His mind raced as he paced back and forth trying to calm the intense craving. It was a feeling he knew well, but never experienced like this. The sizzling desire nearly mastered the Master and it scared the shit out of him. He raked a hand through his hair trying to sort through his muddled thoughts.
Playing a few innocent Dom/sub games was one thing. What he imagined doing to his young apprentice now was something altogether different.
How did I go from that to this?
Granted, Julianne had a remarkable beauty. The kind that turns heads and steals breath. Granted, her submissive nature complimented his dominant one and her obvious arousal at his actions would kindle any man’s lust, but his life included a plethora of beautiful, submissive women.
You do NOT NEED this one.
But he couldn’t maintain the lie even to himself.
The sudden and irrefutable demand of his desire for Julianne rocked him to the
“Give yourself to me and I will make you a better artist.”
Two more blows in quick succession.
The pain was grueling, but she didn’t deny him. Her head fell back as she gave herself over to it. “Yes, sir, please, please,” the words released on heavy breath.
The blows came faster and faster. Nicolai showed no mercy, no pity, as he pushed her to the limit of her endurance. Tears streamed down her face, but she remained silent, refusing to flinch while she accepted his discipline.
The pain heightened, threatening to consume her, and her hold on her composure weakened. Just when she thought she could bear no more, something bewildering happened. The pain began to recede. A warm, smoldering sensation followed in its wake.
Julianne felt herself coming alive.
Molten heat rolled from her hands through her core and settled heavily between her legs. The walls of her sex clenched tight with the blistering transition and a shuddering flash of tortured pleasure flared through her entire body.
Her eyes shot up in surprise to meet Nicolai’s. What she saw there struck her harder than the wood against her palms. That look, that burning blue stare, was everything she’d dreamt about in her deepest, darkest midnight fantasies.
At Nicolai’s hand, she found the place where pain and pleasure intertwine into ecstasy. It transformed her. A woman rose from the ashes of the girl she’d been only moments before. Each lick of flame against her palms stoked her passion, hotter and hotter, until liquid fire burned at her core. A luxurious pull deep in her body took her, tight and hard. She shattered and the searing intensity of it ripped a feral moan from her throat.
Nicolai stilled. His unwavering stare continuing to absorb her as he smoothed his hand over her boiling palms. So tender as he caressed away the burn.
Suddenly exhausted, she swayed. A strong arm tucked behind her and she fell heavily against his hard body. A voice in her mind told her not to touch her teacher so intimately, but she ignored it.
What harm could come from one innocent, comforting hug? She melted into the embrace, knowing he would never let her fall.
Nicolai held her against him for a few minutes, then broke the connection with a sharp command. “Pick up your brush.”
Stepping behind her, he took her right hand in his own and began to move her brush over the painting. They stood together in silence while he guided her hand to rework the image. When he stepped away, she could hardly believe her eyes.
Magnifique . “Thank you, sir,” she exhaled in disbelief as she stared at what they had created together.
“Now you are ready to begin, Julianne,” Nicolai said and abruptly left her.
*****
Nicolai had to get away from Julianne. Fast.
He turned heel, taking two steps at a time, and shut himself in his office.
What the hell just happened?
He expected the rebellion, planned the punishment. What he absolutely did not expect was the jolt of wicked arousal that shot from her to him.
He was hard as a rock.
His mind raced as he paced back and forth trying to calm the intense craving. It was a feeling he knew well, but never experienced like this. The sizzling desire nearly mastered the Master and it scared the shit out of him. He raked a hand through his hair trying to sort through his muddled thoughts.
Playing a few innocent Dom/sub games was one thing. What he imagined doing to his young apprentice now was something altogether different.
How did I go from that to this?
Granted, Julianne had a remarkable beauty. The kind that turns heads and steals breath. Granted, her submissive nature complimented his dominant one and her obvious arousal at his actions would kindle any man’s lust, but his life included a plethora of beautiful, submissive women.
You do NOT NEED this one.
But he couldn’t maintain the lie even to himself.
The sudden and irrefutable demand of his desire for Julianne rocked him to the
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