Teach Me: Master of Sex

By Victor Barber

Eve knew she had sold her soul to the devil the moment Maximilian Farell signed her decalogue, a sexy, handsome, and arrogant devil who would not only teach her how to fully discover sex, but would also bind her life for ninety days.
Apart from finishing her novel, her most important mission now is to avoid falling in love with the man who wraps her in a blanket of sensations and feelings she has never felt before.
Max has escaped his reality, ignoring the fact that his life is hanging by a thread. All he can think about is her, the way her body responds to his in how complements him, developing feelings that he is unwilling to reciprocate.
What happens when the ninetieth day arrives, completing the agreed-upon term?
Will they succumb to his emotions or confront them?
Please do not read if you are under the age of 18.
 All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Hoots
• Release date: Feb 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215040928

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Chapter 1

As I listened to the ticking of the clock in my room, I recapitulated the last months of my life.

Max's words kept echoing in my head... Maximiliano, the man who had asked me to be his sexual student in exchange for his knowledge so that I could express real emotions and the true dimension of sex in my next book, now said that I would mattered. If I recapitulated my days with him, I could create a log of my life.

At this moment it was the perfect metaphor that represented that infamous dichotomy that existed between duty and want; I was supposed to stay home, working on my book, but I was dying to be in his arms.

Holy fuck Olympus, Eve! You cannot be more cheesy to define your current emotional state!

It wasn't such a big deal either, I hadn't heard from Maximiliano in four long days, so during his absence I took advantage of the time alone writing my novel, after all it was because of her that I had gotten into this mess.

All for our history.

I missed Max, I had stupidly gotten used to him and, in his absence, I missed his scent, his kisses, his skin, even when Caleb sometimes took on his sarcastic personality and his I know everything stance.

It was in those moments when I realized what my subconscious was screaming at me, I was getting attached to Max Farell and he would leave as soon as the time agreed in the decalogue ended.

I saved the changes in the file that I had just finished and looked at the time on my cell phone, I had no plans for today—unless the almighty Farell rose from the dead—I was tense and exhausted from spending more than an hour in Same position so I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, George always said there was nothing a nice hot shower wouldn't fix.

I was about to get under the shower head when I heard the slight melody from my cell phone. I left the bathroom, staggering due to haste, and took the device in my hands. But he was not the person he expected.

David

I sighed heavily and waited for the call to go to the mailbox, my head was full of too many cobwebs to justify my actions to David. It rang again a few minutes later, but this time it was a message, I deleted it without even looking at it. Couldn't he just leave me alone? He couldn't even take a bath in peace?...

Whoops! What the hell was wrong with me?!

Maximilian effect

I sat on my bed watching the device in my hands.

" You want me to call you, don't you, Eve?" Why don't you call him?

Yeah, why don't I call him? 

I looked for his number among my contacts, but I instantly regretted it, I wouldn't inflate his ego any more; If he had decided to ignore me it was his decision, the best thing would be to resume my shower and forget about everything once and for all.

After my relaxing bath, I went to the supermarket for the week's purchases, back and once comfortable in my apartment I tried to resume writing, I was at the point where Caleb, a prisoner of his feelings, had told Danielle what that I really felt, unfortunately for her the I love you tormented her as much as I did the " I care about you more than any other" that Max had given me, so I ended up checking my Facebook account and seeing old episodes of Friends on Youtube .

Anything else that kept my head occupied was good. Around three in the afternoon the doorbell rang insistently, I didn't want to see anyone, so I hoped that whoever was knocking on my door would leave soon, seconds later I felt that they opened it, the small tapping of heels that advanced through the corridor told me who was coming and I prepared myself mentally for the inquisition.

Eve? Samantha called before entering and I was internally grateful that despite our years of friendship she always did that.

Here I am, Sam, you can come in.

My friend entered the room sitting on the bed and took off her shoes to stand in front of me.

-How are you? she spoke to me in a sweet voice as she cleared my face, fixing a rebellious lock that had escaped from my bun.

Fine, I guess, I told him, shrugging.

You suppose? Julius is very angry, I swear his call took me by surprise —Julius? What did he have to do with our talk? I've been trying to get through to David but I'm guessing he must be just as angry. Have you already talked to him? Did you make it clear that it's all a fake?

Sammy, I'm not understanding anything, I said, looking for her eyes, I saw her bite her lip, a habit that came to the fore when she didn't know how to say something and that for Samantha meant many things.

— Evangeline, haven't you watched television today?

-No.

Jesus! she muttered, opening her bag and taking out the newspaper, I could see the gears in her head working as she frantically flipped through the pages until she got where she wanted, she took the page and turned it towards me.

Holy fucking Olympus!

The new love interest of the most handsome sexologist in New York?

I snatched the sheet from her hands, there it was...a photo of Max and me at the hotel opening followed by a short article about the place and some photos of Kath and her husband. I glanced at Samantha who now seemed to be digging into her oversized bag before pulling out the new issue of Us Magazine .

Please no!

A love between letters,

the new conquest of Maximiliano Farell

Find out who she is!

It was the headline that graced the cover of one of the best-selling celebrity magazines in the country and I, Evangeline Runner, was in it, nothing more and nothing less than kissing Maximiliano Farell while he held the scandalous bag of sex toys. I was completely petrified, I opened the publication quickly: Max holding my hand while we were walking, my indecision when entering the sex shop ; Max leaving with the bags while I followed him head down; Max kissing me in the parking lot...

By all the gods of Asgard!

Are you having a relationship with him? I narrowed my eyes. I mean, a real relationship? Samantha looked at me questioningly. Evangeline..." he said under his breath.

God Sam, no! This is a hoax!—I said, looking at the rest of the images in the magazine . There were a couple of photos of me leaving his building in the morning. How do you know so much about me? I dropped the question in the air, not even George knew that much. Holy fuck! George; at this time it was a great relief to me that he was dead. I took out my cell phone and typed in Max's numbers, the call went into the mailbox immediately.

Where are you when I need you, mister no one will find out about this?

You have to talk to David, Sam said, taking my computer. I saw her typing quickly and then she turned the screen to let me see. Devils! The internet portal also had something to say about my relationship with Max Farell—David will think all of this is true, so call him and tell him it's a hoax, that he's just your guardian in the book—I ran my hands through my hair . Curse!

David knows, I said dryly.

Whew, Sam huffed with obvious relief, Thank God, you know how scaremongering he is, and well, he's Max Farell. Believe me, it does not have a very good reputation besides that the...

He thinks it's real, I interrupted.

What!? My friend got up from the bed, staring at me while she waited for an explanation.

"Friday I was here and Max came, one thing led to another.

Evangeline, by God! I told you, I told you that you...

Sam! I exploded, also getting up from the bed, the last thing I need right now is to be judged, so don't come scolding me like you're my fucking mother! one that, by the way, I didn't have—I ended up breathing heavily. Sam's eyes widened, staring at me as a treacherous tear slipped down her cheek, before speaking.

Yelling at me won't get you out of trouble.

Fuck, Sammy! I ran my hand over my face taking a deep breath before walking over to her and taking her hands. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I combed my hair back nervously. Why did I have to get into all this? Why does Max Farell move me like a puppet? I muttered in frustration as I sat up on the bed. Sam sat across from me again.

Do you like Max Farrell?

"I'd be a liar if I told you no...

Okay, that's normal. The guy is hot and has the voice of a hotline guy, plus he seems to know how to move the hose—I laughed, only Samantha could think of that—even if you don't want to tell me, he reproached.

-Crazy!

Are you in love with Max Farell? I didn't answer right away, damn it! Did she even know how she felt about Max? Evangeline

No, I answered after a few minutes under his watchful and curious gaze. I liked Max and there was chemistry with him, but it wasn't love, it was sex.

-No?

—This is just sex, besides I haven't heard from Maximiliano for four days.

Since the day of the party?

-Yes.

Did something happen that I should know about? he asked.

—Julius is to blame for all of this! He shouldn't be calling angrily asking for explanations about the photos. If he hadn't gotten it into his head that I should write that damned book, I would never have met Maximiliano, nor would I have been forced to make the proposal.

―Interesting point: it's your private life and you should respect it. You shouldn't be acting like a father who sees his daughter go off with the worst scoundrel.

"The man is crazy, Sam!

Julius?

"Nooo! Max is crazy, he shows himself to be a fucking caveman and apart from everything, he comes and tells me that I... that he cares about me!

Did what?! Samantha yelled, jumping up on the bed. Damn, Evangeline! Junior has to stay here for another eight months—she pointed to her belly—don't give me that kind of news without anesthesia...—seeing my friend caressing her still completely flat stomach made me smile. You have to tell me everything," he said.

So I told him everything that had happened on Saturday morning, when Max had released those two withering words.

Did he go crazy and tell you that he cared about you? I nodded, so he cares about you! His face was dramatic, as if I had told him that the zombie apocalypse was coming, then his face took on a smiling expression, he seemed excited , in fact, he was and much more than me; Because, to tell the truth, Max's statement didn't make me happy, I was more like terrified.

"Sam, it's not to celebrate.

Okay, now... I'm sorry, but it seems to me that you're drowning in a glass of water, she sighed. I mean, you should like him, he's with you for a reason.

He's not with me, I countered.

Eve, they fuck! You have to like someone to fuck them, he didn't tell you that he loves you, that's true, but... do you like Doctor Sex?

Yes, I agreed, already looking like a car dog.

But you don't love him.

-I do not love him.

—Your thing is lust, it's a very powerful attraction and you have to have it to be able to do what you do! You have discovered that sex can be very pleasurable and that is what unites you with him, instead, he has realized that he likes to have sex with you.

—He likes sex with everyone!

—It may be, but I assure you that none of them say I care about you—she batted her eyelashes playfully. He's a sincere guy when it comes to his women, he takes them and leaves, but with you it's different; you care

Could you stop saying it?

No, he cares about you, do you understand?

-No.

"He's not telling you that he loves you, just that he cares about you, like Collin or David.

-You think?

—The truth is that I do believe so, has he called you or something?

-No.

-You see? Don't give it more importance than it has. Look, I'll make it easier for you: I care about this bag, but he and I are nothing, do you understand me?

—Yes, of course Sam, you have a strange relationship with your bag.

Silly! He threw a pillow at me. Stop tormenting your head and better come with me to the appointment with the gynecologist, then we have to go for Sury, who is with my mother-in-law and if I arrive alone, her spiel about why I shouldn't wear heels at the beginning of the pregnancy will be eternal. Don't you know that a woman without heels is a defenseless woman?!

"Sam, I don't wear heels...

—If I hadn't known you almost all my life, I would doubt that you're a woman.

buffet. I loved Samantha, she was my lifeline in the middle of the ocean, my laugh in the middle of tears, the sister that life had denied me when I needed her most.

What happened to Sury's school? I asked, looking for some jeans and a sweater.

"Collin decided not to send her today, she had a cold yesterday.

Why didn't you bring it?

—Hmm... Could it be because you didn't answer the phone? I rolled my eyes as I went into the bathroom to change, once ready we left my apartment ready to enjoy a girls' afternoon.

My friend drove to the building where Dr. Malinov had his office and after waiting a few long minutes, his secretary informed us that we would be seen. Since Collin had a court date at the same time, I went in to escort the mother-to-be. Dimitri performed the ultrasound and then prescribed the vitamins for the first trimester. Just as Sam had suspected, she was six weeks pregnant. While my friend finished getting dressed I talked to Dimitri about my new contraceptive, he offered to give me an ultrasound, but since he had already confirmed that I had no host in my womb, I refused, he just renewed my prescription. With the name of my new contraceptive I met Sam in the waiting room.

Half an hour later, we were eating with Sury in a McDonald's

So, will you see him today? I looked up watching Sam as he brought a spoonful of the local's famous ice cream to his mouth. His second ice cream, this one was chocolate and had strawberry syrup.

I don't know, we haven't talked.

Do you want to know what I think? he said, licking his spoon.

You're going to tell me anyway, right?

Touché! she smiled. I would act as if nothing had happened. As I told you, you are going around a simple phrase too much—her cell phone rang and she answered quickly.

-Something happened?

Collin wants me to pick him up, he left the car with the mechanic, can I drop you off somewhere?

-I will take a taxi

-Okay. Baby come here!" Sam yelled, making Sury come to us with her cheeks flushed and her braids undone.

They said goodbye to me with bear hugs and left the premises, I waited a couple more minutes before leaving the place, the afternoon seemed beautiful to me, there was not much wind so I walked down the street until I reached Chelsea Park, I I sat under the shade of a huge tree and dedicated myself to enjoying the scenery. Two little squirrels ran from one branch to another; I breathed in, filling myself with the peace that radiated from being in contact with nature.

The good things in life were free.

I ran my hands through my hair and adjusted my glasses; I took the cell phone out of my pocket with the purpose of seeing the last thing he had written, after Caleb's revelation, Danielle was completely shocked .

How do I understand you, girl, they told me I care about you and I'm paranoid .

I took another breath before starting to write a note: " when a character talks to you, you should put everything aside and try to follow him", my old Literature teacher had told me that and how right he was about it.

A strong wind made me shiver. The afternoon was beginning to fall, I needed to talk to Max, define what was going to happen with our agreement .

Fuck! Think about it and do it... Better not think about it and do it! And I got up looking for a taxi.

I took the first one down the avenue and gave the driver Max's address before I changed my mind; On the way to her building, I blanked my mind just concentrating on the open note on my cell phone as I typed in Danielle's reaction.

I paid the full value of the service to the kind gentleman and quickly got out of the car; it was drizzling so I went up the steps two at a time until I reached the doors and I couldn't help turning around to see if I saw anyone. Everything seemed calm, a boy that I had not seen before opened the doors for me and smiled.

" Penthouse ," I whispered, and the guard nodded, letting me pass. While I was going in the elevator I tried to think what I would say to him when he got home from the show, it was just getting dark and I knew that Max wouldn't be home until after one in the morning, I walked with uncertain steps until I reached the door of the apartment.

I sighed and punched in the code quickly, letting the door unlock and step inside. I thought that I would find myself with the same silence that I had dealt with these four weeks, but it was not like that.

David Garrett's Carmen Fantasie played very softly, and Frey didn't come to meet me like he did every night. I walked down the hall and entered Max's room, his iPod was placed on the portable speakers, the music was coming from there; I walked over to the bed and sat down while listening to the shower water turn off, just a moment before Max came out of the bathroom with a white towel around his waist, while with another, he dried his hair. My panties immediately got wet, little droplets of water adorned his athletic body, he was barefoot and apparently hadn't shaved in the days we hadn't seen each other.

My breath caught in my throat, my heart began to beat furiously, and the monologue that I had thought to tell him as soon as I saw him disappeared with the drop of water that ran down his sculpted torso until it was lost in the towel.

Holy fuck from Olympus! Long live Loki and die Thor

My belly contracted hard as he looked up and his orbs met mine.

I...I...I... Great, now she was a stutterer.

It's good that you came, she whispered under her breath, placing the towel she used to dry her hair on her neck. His face was serious, but his eyes... his eyes spoke without making a sound, he had big purple circles under his eyes, he looked exhausted.

We have a class I said getting up from the bed trying to look normal, not the gelatinous mass that I really was, besides, I needed by all means to focus on his face and not on his perfect abs, not on how hard and toned they looked his pectorals, much less how his member jerked in the towel. I..."Damn it! Devils!

Evangeline, what I said in your apart... he tried to justify himself, so I hurried my steps until I was in front of him, placing my fingers in his mouth.

I don't want to talk about it, I breathed heavily. It's not worth doing, it's all a matter of chemistry, we're lovers, ours is sexual intercourse and there must be chemistry if we want to carry it out—I quietly basted. Max nibbled my fingers and a small moan came from my chest, I felt how the small electric current that invaded me when I was close to him, ran through my entire body making me tremble.

So... he spoke when I separated from him, I needed to be able to get the idea back.

"Max, I have a new jean ." He arched an eyebrow. A jean that I really like, if I didn't like how it looks on me I wouldn't have bought it...—she crossed her arms over her chest. I, the writer, used a metaphor about jeans . Great!

Look at his face Eve, up...his face.

I refocused all my neurons on his gaze.

Do you understand me Max?

No, but if you understand yourself... he shrugged and walked towards me. His little beard made him look too desirable. The only thing I understand is my crazy desire to possess you when you are close to me, and the truth is the only thing that matters to me, besides, the fact that you are here in front of me makes me understand that I do not belong to you. all indifferent.

—It's pleasure, Max, it's not you, it's what you give me... —Max approached me again, making me tremble simply with his closeness.

And you don't give me the same, Sweetie. He took my chin, raising it to him and traced my lips with his thumb. For a moment the menthol aroma of his bath soap stunned me just long enough for Max to take my hand in his, placing it on his still wet chest, I moaned softly when feeling the contact of our skins, he guided his hand over the I took mine all over his chest and I could watch with satisfaction as his breathing became heavy. I twitched my fingers on his abs enjoying his smooth, hard skin, he had a few moles here and there.

As he moved my hand under his, I couldn't help but shamelessly run down to his hip before he lifted her up and landed right on top of his member; I swallowed hard trying not to forget that if I wanted my lungs to keep working, I had to breathe. I looked up focusing on Max's face, feeling the pressure on the hand that was resting on his member while he closed his eyes letting his head go back, I saw him exhale the contained air through his mouth before releasing my chin and separate completely from me

—If you want to calibrate this with the taste you feel for your new pants it is your big problem, but I can bet the time that I have left that if I put my hands through your panties I will find you completely ready for me.

And he wasn't wrong, unfortunately.

I understood that I was drowning in a small pothole and before he could say anything or, another stupid metaphor occurred to me, I hung onto his neck with my free arm pulling him into my body and claimed his lips for the first time since this madness had begun. .

Max's hands clung to the skin of my hips, while he kissed me almost with the same intensity that I kissed him; his beard scratched my chin making me hiss softly, I didn't know what the hell was happening to me, but I didn't want to find out either... I just knew that I needed to. It was something stronger than me, something that I feared, but that I would let go as far as I had to go. I wanted to enjoy having him on my body, feel the warmth of his skin clinging to mine.

Live the crazy life, baby.

I took the hair from his neck, untying the towel with which he covered his manhood, letting my hand enjoy the skin-to-skin contact, bravely, my tongue asked for permission to enter his mouth, a permission that was not granted, I squeezed his member sliding my hand up and down its shaft. Max hissed and it was my time to bend his tongue to my will; for a few minutes I made it, but he was the master and he easily beat me. His hands clung to my behind, squeezing it and making our bodies even closer together, his member turned to volcanic stone, hard and hot at my touch, I broke our frantic kiss looking at him for a few seconds before falling to my knees in front of him.

Eve...

I took a deep breath observing his virility still in my hand, he was the first man in my life, if we talk about sexuality, I had no experience in the art of oral sex, I was also a bit intimidated by his size and Max was static, if it weren't by his labored breathing I would say that he had died.

It's now or never Evangeline... You're going to eat his dick and you'll do it like a teacher, oh God swallow me dirt and spit me out timboktu

I caressed his member with my two hands before bringing my lips closer to his glans letting it disappear into my mouth, I closed my lips around his shaft and sucked.

Damn! Max grabbed my hair, wrapping one of his hands in it, Little by little, Sweetness, little by... Shit! I pushed in a little more and let my tongue trace the thick outline of his cock. I could handle that, oh yes I could! I inhaled through my nose and introduced as much of it as I could, the gagging made its appearance and I felt the bile rise in my throat.

—Eve...—I took a deep breath trying again, but the damn retching returned—Wait!—Max held my hair—do it to the side, not in front, that will prevent the retching.

I wouldn't give up...I took in as much as I could sucking with just the right precision to make him gasp, sliding him out and caressing him with my hand. Max moaned softly, his legs shaking as I sucked again as I pulled him out of my mouth letting my tongue trace over his erect phallus.

It took me a short time to coordinate the movements of my hand with each suck, Max didn't try to force me, but I knew he was taking everything if he couldn't push against my mouth, I licked, sucked and let my teeth rake his skin a bit listening to gasps, curses and guttural moans. I ran my tongue along his shaft, letting the salty drop that came out of his urethra flood my palate. I was going to take it back to my mouth, but he stopped me.

You're going to kill me! He released my hair and cupped my cheeks, he knelt in front of me, crushing my lips with fierce and demanding kisses; He slid his lips down my neck, sucking my skin. My body felt heavy and he struggled with the frantic beating of my heart. Max grabbed my waist lifting us off the ground before returning to my lips, subduing me, letting his lips absorb mine until our bodies claimed us for air. He rested his forehead on mine and I took a deep breath before completely pulling away from him, he walked to his closet and pulled out one of the Sex Shop bags , turned to me and handed it to me.

Get in the shower, relax, take a bath and use this body wash, then meet me at the temple, he murmured in a guttural voice. Obey! I'm so damn hard I think I can cut glass. I need to relax and you're just tempting me—I could see his chest rise and fall hastily as he controlled himself, his hands were now two tightly clenched fists, he was running away from me, from my body, from my gaze, it felt great! Damn, what are you doing that you don't go into the bathroom?!

I hugged the bag to my body and walked to the bathroom.

—I have to ask you something —I murmured at the entrance to his fabulous bathroom, Max opened his eyes focusing on my face—: if I hadn't come...

—I would have gone for you! I only gave you a few days to clear your head, but my patience was already at the limit. You are mine Evangeline, until the last day of our deal, now get in the fucking bathroom and do what I ordered. —He said sardonically before burning me with his intense gray gaze—When you leave, go directly to the temple.

I closed the bathroom door, my nipples ached and my crotch was completely wet, however, something inside of me, perhaps my self-esteem, rose victorious. I had given him oral sex, I had eaten his cock and had brought him to the edge of the abyss, if he had given me a couple more seconds I would have made him jump.

Proud of myself, I kicked off my sneakers and shed my flannel and jeans. I turned on the hydromassage shower and positioned myself under the jets letting the warm water wash away all the tension that my body had acquired with my feat, I pressed my body against the bathroom ceramic and closed my eyes, satisfied with my victory, in As for my taste with the biggest bastard on the planet, I just needed to continue as before and finish this decalogue as dignified as I had started it and the only way was not to let Maximiliano Farell continue to cross my barriers.

With that resolution I took the bag, took out the bottle of body gel, uncovering it and letting it fall into my hands; it smelled like caramel, sweet and delicious. I took the sponge, dropping a small dollop onto it before gently scrubbing my skin, dedicated myself, and delayed my time before getting out of the shower; I turned off the key and wrapped my body in a towel to leave the room.

On the bed there was a black box finely decorated with a pink bow and on it some impressive black Louis Vuitton shoes, thanks to Sam she could recognize them just by looking at them. I took them leaving them on the bed and removed the tie, uncovering the black box.

Oh, my God.

It was all I could think of when I took out the delicate lingerie inside.

I took all the air that my lungs allowed me when I reached the entrance of the sanctuary; I felt strange, even stranger than when she made me put on lingerie a few classes ago. I looked at my reflection from top to bottom and vice versa in the glass doors that communicated with the room. The shoes I had pretty much mastered putting them on, I wasn't the most expert when it came to high heels but I held my own pretty well once I was confident in them and my outfit—black silk stockings that had delicate fuchsia lace at the bottom. edge, a tiny pantyhose in the same color as the lace, a matching bra and to complete the outfit, a small black silk robe that only covered up to my behind—I felt sexy , I had tied my hair in a low ponytail and painted my lips with hot pink. It was supposed that after my spectacular blowjob I would be empowered in my role as femme fatale, but my hands were sweating as if I were in a sauna and I felt that at any moment my heart would jump out of my mouth.

Don't be a coward, I whispered to myself placing my hand on the doorknob and giving it a little push.

Max was there, he was wearing black yoga pants and he was barefoot, the two snakes tattooed on his skin sent what little security I had left to a garbage can, just looking at them made me feel self-conscious and small. He turned fully when he heard the click of the door closing. The lust in his eyes brought my warped confidence back with a vengeance. I leaned against the door letting his hungry gaze run over me as if I were naked, I could almost feel the burning of his eyes engraving the word mine over low heat. I held my breath for a few seconds looking for a way to stop the frantic beating of my heart, but he didn't help. He walked with his leopard gait looking for his prey to a table that was not there the last time I was here, took a bottle, poured its contents into two glasses and slowly walked towards me.

The beast found a prey to attack. My eyes were locked on his ferocious and masculine walk, holy fuck!, it was further away than here; she knew it and she was afraid, very afraid, but Max didn't have to know. As long as I didn't let the real effect he had on me show, I was safe. Ours was a sexual agreement, the pact was very clear.

"I have a new word for you: Sundara ," he whispered, handing me the bubbly glass while with his free hand he pulled the elastic that held my hair, messing up my ponytail.

"Sundara ? "

—It's Hindi, it means beautiful.

—Sweetness, " Sundara " if Evangeline seems too long, I've told you thousands of times that you can call me Eve, don't you think?

He ignored my comment and raised my chin with his finger, letting our eyes meet.

—A little more than a month has passed since the day we signed the decalogue that indicates that I am your instructor in the pleasures of sex—I swallowed saliva when I saw the determination in his eyes. —In this time, I have dedicated myself completely to you, so that you discover yourself —she took a bit of her drink and then, with her tongue she moistened her lips in a provocative gesture—, but in this new month, your classes will be for my pleasure, although I will not neglect yours for that reason—she caught my lip with his fingers before bringing his face closer to mine exhaling softly on me, his lips inches from mine, his eyes locked on my gaze giving me a flirtatious smile before pulling away.

You need to know how to touch a man, how to make him feel good.

I trembled.

-Oh sure! I need to know that for my book to be a success. I stuttered.

Drink from your cup, it will help you with your nerves, I'm going to demand the last of you, you won't be able to refuse because you owe it to me, he declared, settling down behind me.

I grabbed my glass in one go as I felt his presence on my back.

―You are the teacher; you teach and I learn.

- Look around you baby, your pleasure and mine, remember that's what it's all about.

I looked around the room. As in some other time, it was dimly lit; Max took the glass from me, smiling slyly when he found it empty, walked to where the portable iPod speakers were and turned on the device playing soft instrumental music, which made my body relax considerably. The room smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, the padded floor where she practiced fencing was covered by a silver duvet and several cushions, many of them coming from her room. On a low table were trays with berries, walnuts, and almonds. I took a deep breath as Max walked over to me and held out his hand.

Come... His voice was whispery.

I stretched out my hand and his fingers squeezed me tightly, drawing me into his body, I felt a wave of sensations assail me.

-Go.

—Today, you and I will experience a session of tantric sex.

Why do I think this will be a long and boring night? I ironic so he wouldn't see my obvious nervousness.

He watched me giving me a cynical smile, since I entered his temple I had behaved like an idiot, but he, with his superior air, had ignored all my darts.

I'm assuming you've never performed fellatio before.

I felt my face color briefly; I, giving myself outclassed in sex and he, with a single sentence, defeated me.

That's how I was, a virgin all around until I met you!

The very damned, smiled satisfied.

Without my tantric discipline I would have come in your mouth. His tongue traced the outline of his lower lip. My gaze drifted to the sensual movement of her mouth and I couldn't help but bite mine, the feeling of desire came to me with a force never felt before.

Eve, applied student...

I shook my head and closed my eyes, when I opened them, the heat of his gaze went right through me, there was something different about him, but I forced myself not to think about it.

Max took my free hand until he led me to the duvet, he approached me slowly, caressing my eyelids, my cheeks and finally my lips with his in a slow brush, his hands took hold of my waist caressing my skin covered by the silk until taking the ribbons of the gown loosening them with parsimony. I pressed my lips against his, wanting to increase the speed of the kiss, but it was impossible, Max separated from me, shaking his head.

—Slowly, there is no need to rush the long and boring night. Damn cretin.

—Very well, slowly, I am a diligent and obedient student. ...

Touch me! He took one of my hands, knotted our fingers and left it on his left pectoral. Start with the face.

I brought my hand up to his face and stroked my palm over his cheek, feeling his beard under my touch. Max exhaled gutturally when I slowly touched his skin, seeing how his chest rose and fell at that little caress, my fingers felt his skin until they got tangled in his hair; A moan caught in my throat as Max pulled me into him and captured my lips again.

By Odin's crooked eye!

He slid his tongue into my mouth and wrapped around mine gently making me shudder, but still his pace was slow. Thanks to the shoes, he and I were the same height, I entangled my hands much more in his hair, pulling it slightly, the freshness of our saliva and the leisurely pace made me suspect that tonight would be exhausting.

His hand gently moved down my neck to the valley of my breasts, opening the robe and touching my bare skin, I felt Max's other hand on my chin lifting it up until his eyes locked with mine again.

Touch me, Eve! she exclaimed, letting the robe fall off my shoulders. Feeling the fabric sliding down my arms, leaving me naked in front of him, made my skin crawl. totally making my nipples point to him fully erect .

Like this? I lowered my hands down his face imitating what he had done with me, I caressed his chest and his nipple making him hiss a little and then I went on my way gently, while he knelt down and forced me to do the same.

—Listen to the music Evangeline, enjoy it, forget about everything that worries you and stay here where we are just you and me...

His words, his touch soft and lethal at the same time, made me feel on fire. Bursts of desire covered my body and raced through my bloodstream at an alarming rate.

-Look at me! -I obeyed quickly-, open your mouth!

At what point had he taken the strawberry?

He slowly introduced it into my mouth and I bit the fruit feeling how the sweet syrup spilled from the corner of my lip, I was going to stick out my tongue to clean it when Max stopped me.

-Let me do it.

Feeling his tongue licking the strawberry juice made my body tense, I breathed in and he pulled away, taking the bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket on the floor and serving the glasses again.

I want you to do the same.

I took some blueberries and offered them to him, Max nibbled my fingers when they made contact with his mouth making me jump, the already familiar knot of desire lodged between my legs tightened even more when his hand caught mine and he began to absorb the juice. that remained in my fingers; my body was a bomb announcing an explosion at any moment.

He fed me and I fed him, we both drank from our cups and fed again, this was so different from what I already knew that I was completely overwhelmed, I needed to free myself, I needed to escape the torture, but apparently Max had other plans.

I want you to rub me with this.

He showed me a small jar with a label that said Ginger, he emptied a little of the contents into the palm of my hand, I rubbed them together, heating the oil; Max smiled, with a gesture that I interpreted as sexual and flirtatious.

"I know how to give a massage, Dr. Farell.

—I haven't said anything—the smile and the look were mischievous now—but I'm dying to try that facet of yours as a masseuse.

I placed my hands on his shoulders pulling closer to him and slid them up his strong arms, marveling at the hardness of his muscles, despite his dark baggy pants, his erection rock-appreciating, his chest rising and falling, but he kept looking at my face. -Y?

"Okay baby, keep it up.

"I'm turning you on. ―It was the verification of a fact, however, he answered me as if I had asked him.

I'd burn in hell if I told you no.

I drank some more oil and slid my hands up his strong pecs, taking the time to touch him gently for the first time, sliding my palms over his tanned skin.

Turn around I whispered and he shook his head.

-That's OK.

-Just do it! I ordered and saw him smile before obeying me.

I took the bottle, letting the oil fall on his back and then, it was my hands that walked over the two powerful cobras reaching his lower back and going up again, massaging his neck with my fingertips, leaving him with the aroma spicy and citric essence. I didn't know how long I had been massaging his back, but I liked it; I liked to give him something as simple as a massage for him to enjoy; with a smug smile on my face I turned to face him again, but, in a quick movement, Max took my hands kissing my wrist right on the side where the pulse was beating, the contact of his lips with my veins made my heart jump. he skipped a couple of beats and my face changed from smug to admiring.

Silly Eve! He's the teacher for a reason.

Max... I sighed.

His hand pulled my