His Virgin Apprentice: Sexy Romance Novella

by Ash Harlow

  No, it’s not just the studio.

  I want the status in my profession that Birdy has. I’ve worked hard and earned my place as a master teacher, and when Birdy steps aside I want to be the next figurehead. My adorable, feisty godmother drops hints that she’ll pass the mantle to me, but one thing I’ve learned from working with her for the past eight years is that she changes her mind like the weather. Even a minor gust can set her sailing in a new direction. She maintains she’ll bow out at the next conference in June, just five months away.

  Fucking her granddaughter is no way to achieve my goal, but right now I see nothing in my future beyond Natalie.

  My cock’s trying to batter its way out of my jeans, and it’s agony. Natalie sucks on my fingers as if they’re sustaining life, and I encourage her to stand while keeping my fingers in her mouth. I ease her upright and hold her hard against me, digging my erection into her arse. She’s soft and easy to grip in all the right places.

  I slide my fingers out of her mouth, dragging them across her chin and down her neck to leave a wet trail of saliva over the light flush that still colours her skin.

  “On your knees, treasure.”

  Natalie folds herself carefully to the floor. Gracefully kneeling, and standing from that position without using your hands, is something I’ve had her practicing in the studio, and she’s conquered it. Her eyes are on the bulge in my jeans for a moment before they meet mine. She can guess what’s coming, and her bratty attitude was blown away by her orgasm. Now she’s perfect as she waits for my instructions.

  I don’t want to come in her mouth. Her pussy is the place for my seed, at least until I’ve impregnated her. If Natalie’s carrying my child, there can’t be any objection to our being together. As a plan it is ridiculous. It doesn’t need tight scrutiny to see the flaws, so I don’t examine it too closely, but thinking of Natalie’s pregnant belly brings a new surge of desire.

  “Take out my cock.” I can hardly keep my voice level or my eyes off her hands as she fumbles with the buttons of my fly. Thank God, I’m commando, because I don’t think I could bear waiting while she dealt with underwear, too. She’s finally done with the last button and the top of my jeans falls open, welcoming her mouth like outstretched arms.

  “Ever sucked a cock before, treasure?”

  “No.”

  Her eyes dart from my face back to my dick, and the hungry look she wears is my drug of choice.

  “But I’ve watched videos…”

  Slay me now.

  “Videos, huh? Did they get you hot? Did you play with yourself while you watched?”

  She answers me with a tongue that slides around her lips, making me wonder if that’s something she saw in a video or if she’s genuinely keen to get her mouth on my cock.

  “Take me out and put me in your mouth.”

  The way she fumbles with my cock nearly busts my nut, but she shoves my jeans down my thighs, and finally I’m free. Her head lowers, her hair tumbles forward, and her wet tongue flicks across the top of my leaking dick. The erotic sweep of her hair across my thighs is sexy as hell, but I have to watch. I gather it in my hands and keep it bunched at the nape of her neck, nearly losing my grip when she slides her head over my cock.

  She tightens her lips to hold me with the head just inside her mouth, flicking her tongue like a lizard. I don’t know what video she watched but at the moment sending them a thank-you card and a donation seems appropriate. Slowly she lowers her head and starts to suck and swallow until her gag reflex gets the better of her and she coughs, pulling away.

  Fu-uck. That feels amazing, too.

  “Take your time, treasure.” It’s almost impossible to breathe enough air. The backs of my thighs are fizzing, and suddenly I’m needing more than her soft lips and gentle teasing tongue. I hold her head in place and withdraw and push back in, sliding my dick over her velvet tongue, nudging the back of her throat. The slippery wet heat of her mouth, the little sounds she makes, the way her throat works, all combine to bring me close to blowing my load, and I withdraw.

  “I’m gonna come, and when I do it’s going to be in your tight little cunt.”

  “Zach! I was just getting the hang of it,” Natalie complains. “I want to suck your cock some more.”

  Filthy words spoken in a posh accent are the sweetest music. I could probably lie on my bed and have her talk dirty to me and I’d cover my chest in cum without even touching myself.

  “It’s your cock, Natalie. Only for you. But I get to say where it comes and where it goes. Lie on the table, arse on the edge, pull your knees wide to your chest and wait for me. Be quick and be graceful.” I drop the hold I have on her hair and watch her move. Her arse is still pink, and I vow that one day soon I’ll take her over my lap and show her how good it can be being spanked while I fuck her with my fingers.

  She puts herself into position beautifully. All the Pilates practice, the precision demanded where every movement, even getting on and off a piece of equipment, is worked on until it becomes a fluid, seamless action, is becoming evident in the way she moves. She’d arrived gauche and awkward, but she has lost that already.

  I stand in front of her and look. Her fingers dig into the backs of her thighs as she holds herself exactly the way I asked: knees up to her shoulders, legs wide, pussy pouting at me just the way her mouth does. It pulses beneath my stare, and I have to swallow hard before I speak.

  “You stun me, Natalie. You look so fucking beautiful like that. Your cunt’s dripping; do you feel it?”

  “Yes. I’m ready for you to fuck me.”

  “Good news. Hard and rough because you kept me waiting all day. Let me know if it’s too much and I’ll see what I can do. No promises, though. Still ready?”

  “Do your worst.”

  All cum inside the pussy, I keep telling my dick, but in the finish, I have to put a chokehold on it to postpone an impending eruption. I part the lips of her cunt, and the way it throbs under my hand is amazing. Rubbing my cock at her entrance, I double check that she’s well-lubed, because there’s rough, and then there’s painful. I intend to fuck her more than once tonight so I don’t want to make her sore. Even so, her pussy’s still so tight that I have to work to get inside her.

  Natalie yelps at the intrusion, losing her grip on her legs. I grasp behind her knees and hold her up and open. Then I lean in, folding her up, grateful she’s so flexible. I want to own every inch of her body, and I want her to feel every inch of me. I bottom out, and she grunts when I hit her cervix. Her arms wrap around my back, and she keeps me there.

  “Come in me,” she whispers in my ear.

  “Fucking you first.”

  I pull out and slam into her, and if we weren’t holding each other so tight, she’d have shot across the table. It’s as if I’ve got a meteor trapped inside me and I’m trying to batter a hole for its release. I can’t stop. Six hours of holding my shit together in the studio, all the while thinking about her out with those guys, needs some ferocious work to help ease it.

  “Who does this cunt belong to?” Each word is pumped into her, one thrust at a time.

  “Zach,” she gasps, and I don’t know if it’s a protest or an answer.

  “Tell me?” The demand in my voice shocks me.

  “Your cunt, Zach…only yours.”

  “Don’t forget it.”

  I’m fucking her harder now, our bodies glued together, her tits mashed beneath me. I’ll come quickly the first time, but I cannot get enough of her, and I know I’ll be ready again soon. All I can hear now is our mingled breathing, the noisy suck of her cunt and the smack of our flesh. She’s starting to make this keening sound that signals she’s about to come, and it makes my aching balls tighten.

  “That’s it, treasure, you come for me.” I jam my pelvis against her clit with the next thrust, staying deep inside her. “Move on me, make yourself come.”

  She rubs her clit like she’s trying to coax a reluctant genie out of a bottle, and as her
thighs tense I go harder, deeper, bumping the end of her with every thrust. Natalie stiffens, my name spoken in a rush, and fuck, the way her cunt clamps on my dick finally releases the meteor trapped at my core. I thrust, dumping long spurts of cum deep into her, calling for her as if we’ve lost each other in thick fog.

  “Don’t move, Natalie, don’t move…stay right there.” My cock’s exquisitely sensitive, and I want to remain buried within her so that the last flutters of her fading orgasm coat it like a balm. Finally I ease out of her, and she beams the most glorious satisfied smile at me as if she’s been well and truly fucked.

  I straighten her legs and massage the kinks out of them. When she sits up, she’s all flushed with that just-fucked look that gets me hard again. I want her in my bed, and I pull her through to the room, stopping by the kitchen to grab a couple of bottles of water.

  9

  ~ ZACH ~

  Natalie’s brought over her photography portfolio, and I’m stunned. Last night she plugged her camera into my laptop and showed me the pictures she’d taken the other week of Tai and his friends at the beach. But the printed photos in her portfolio are something else again. I mightn’t know a lot about photography, but anyone could see that these are really good.

  “I was lucky. At school we had a fantastic studio and a well-equipped darkroom for processing. I like to print all my stuff myself so that I can play around with it a bit. I don’t do a lot with it digitally because I prefer to make my art at processing time instead.” She closes the portfolio and picks up a different album. “I do miss having a place to do my processing, though.”

  In this file she has clippings of editorial shots published in various magazines and newspapers.

  “It’s all freelance stuff,” she says, flipping the pages. “Mainly pics I’ve caught when I’ve been cruising in my spare time.”

  “So, you’re a secret pap.”

  She gives me a mischievous grin. “Let’s just say, the area where I went to school was near a spot that was a popular weekend spot for celebrities, so if they happened to get in the way of my shot, well, I’d offer the pictures up for sale. I didn’t stalk anyone…as such.”

  I tap the album with the clippings. “Is this what got you expelled?”

  “In a way.”

  “Want to tell me about that?” I have to know everything about her—the stuff she’s proud of, the mistakes she’s made, I want to know it all.

  Natalie pushes the albums to the side and climbs into my lap. I love the way she fits there, all curled up like a kitten. “You know,” she starts, “you would have been on my pap list in your playing days.”

  I kiss the top of her head. “And you would have been on my best-girl list,” I tell her. “Stop delaying and get to the story.”

  “Well, you’ve heard me talk of my best friend, Poppy?”

  “Sure.”

  “A bunch of us sneaked out one night to a party at a guy’s house close by. To cut a long story short, Poppy got drunk and ended up screwing this guy, which would have been okay, except he filmed them. The next day Poppy was horrified about what she’d done and said she never wanted to see the guy again. The guy, Jeremy, called and asked her out, but when she refused his invitation, he told her about the little video he had created. It didn’t take long for it to turn into threats of revenge porn and shit. Academically, Poppy is seriously bright, and if this all got out, she’d have been expelled. What’s more, she was going for a scholarship and wanted to get into Oxford, which she was likely to achieve because she’s that clever.”

  Natalie stops speaking, and I allow her to gather her thoughts because despite her bravery, I can feel from the tension of her body that this is difficult for her. I hold her close to me, rubbing the knots in her shoulders and wait for her to carry on.

  “I knew stuff about Jeremy’s father, something I’d overheard my mother and her friends discussing. He was having an affair with a young woman who’d just moved to the village. It was pretty easy for me, really. I followed them and photographed them. I didn’t tell Poppy what I was doing because I didn’t want her implicated. First I went to Jeremy and threatened to blow everything apart, but the little jerk actually found the idea of his father screwing some young thing hilarious. So I went to Jeremy’s father with the photographs and told him he could have the pictures if he could prove his son had destroyed the video of Poppy. And you know what he did?”

  I can’t even begin to guess, though there are a lot of hideous thoughts going through my mind, and I’m preparing to book an airline ticket and go and give the guy the beating he deserves. “Tell me.”

  “He went to the school and told the headmistress I was blackmailing him. Which, in effect, I was. But to protect Poppy, I couldn’t say what my motives were because she’d have been kicked out of school. She has such a promising future, and I couldn’t let that happen to her, so I took the fall. I had no desire to go on to university because all I want to do is take photos. The school told me I was lucky the police weren’t brought in, but I was confident that given the subject matter, it wouldn’t happen.”

  Natalie looks up and gives me a wry smile. “So, here I am. New Zealand. Just think, if it wasn’t for my wicked ways, we’d probably never have met.”

  I’m amazed by her loyalty and kindness at wanting to help out her friend. “That was a crazy thing to do, but—”

  “But it was wrong. I know, and I learned my lesson. You can’t fight bad shit with more bad shit. But my motives were pure. Jeremy and his father will always be shitty people, and yesterday I found out that Poppy has an offer from a college in Oxford, so it was worth it.”

  “I hope you can be there to take her graduation photos.”

  Natalie beams at me. “I want to photograph you. Naked.”

  “Ah, I’m not sure.”

  She pulls my shirt up and tickles my abs. Of course, my cock stands up, wanting her fingers, and I dig it against her arse.

  “You don’t trust me.”

  This is what gets me about her, this ability to twist me around her finger. “Of course I trust you.”

  “Well, think about letting me photograph you, then. We can start with you doing a workout…all hot, sweaty and rippling muscles. See what you think of them and we can take it from there. I’d love to do a series of images of different sports people. Please, Zach?”

  “Don’t pout; it makes me want to kiss you.”

  She seals her mouth over mine, and I know that for the next hour, all discussion is over because we’re about to get naked again.

  “Come on, treasure, we need to get you back to the apartment before we both fall properly asleep.”

  Natalie’s been dozing, curled in a ball into my chest, my leg and arm across her, holding her to me. We’re both properly fucked for the moment. When we got to the bedroom, I smothered her tits in lube and she squeezed them together, creating a soft cushion of flesh for me to plunder. When I was ready to come, Natalie got on her hands and knees and I fucked her from behind. With no extra stimulation, just my cock and encouragement, she came again. I can’t believe the way her lovely cunt milks me. We’re made for each other.

  “Can’t I stay here with you?” She’s not whiny, her voice more like a sleepy purr, and there’s nothing I’d like more than to keep her in my bed.

  “I’ll work this out for us, Natalie, but it’s going to take time.”

  She groans as I pull her from the bed.

  “Oh, God, look at you.” Her hair is wild, and she smells of raw sex.

  I turn Natalie towards the mirror, and she has a satisfied smile on her face.

  “I should take a shower,” she says, “but I don’t want to.” She spins around and puts her mouth over my nipple, sucking and flicking it with her tongue.

  It’s a call to action for my cock, and it stands to attention, waiting for orders. I tell it to sit back down again because I have to be half-responsible and get Natalie back home. With reluctance, I take her head in my hands and tilt
it towards me, covering her mouth, sucking her tongue.

  “You’re going to lie in bed tonight, smelling of my cum.”

  “I’m going to sleep with my fingers between my legs. I’ll rub your cum all around my clit and make myself come again.”

  “I want to watch you do that,” I tell her. “Come on, let’s get you dressed before all that good stuff runs down your legs.”

  10

  ~ NATALIE ~

  “Is that you, Natalie?”

  Shit, Gran’s still up.

  “I’m making tea, would you like some?”

  “No thanks, Gran. I’ve been working hard all afternoon and over watching television with Zach. I’m just going to take a shower to wash the grime off.”

  I scurry through to my bathroom and turn on the shower before Gran appears. I don’t want to wash Zach off me because I love his smell, the evidence of our lovemaking. It’s his mark on me and I want to keep it forever.

  My body feels languid and sore, and I spend way too long in the shower, playing with my pussy, imagining Zach’s in here with me, that my fingers are his. My need for him is constant, and I wish we could leave this place and be together forever. Go someplace where it won’t matter what other people think of us.

  The next morning I hurry down to the studio with my camera. Zach has finally agreed to let me photograph him working out, and I want to do that before any of the staff arrive. It’s five a.m., not a time of day for me, more a time of night.

  He sees me enter the studio and I love the way his face lights up. Without a word he continues his workout, and I’m happy just to follow him around, taking shots and watching. Zach’s magnificent, like a cross between an Olympic gymnast and a dancer. His body is stunning, long and lithe, broad shouldered, every muscle defined without being bulky, and the way he can twist and contort makes my mouth water. He’s wearing tight shorts and no shirt. The light in the studio is interesting: shafts of sun and shadow.