Chapter 9 -  His Punishment Is To Torment Her

I

With her mind spinning with everything that has been taught to her by Ms. Dahlia, Gerthel could not help to slouch on the bed and sigh several times. She could not remember everything that Ms. Dahlia told her, actually.

 

“Ms. Dahlia, just a question, what is the business of Boss Dar?” She asked curiously.

 

Ms. Dahlia’s right eyebrow lifted while staring at her. “Everybody inside this mansion knows that the Boss is the notorious Mafia Lord Dar. From where are you, Ms. Gerthel, and you seemed to be innocent of almost everything?”  

 

Gerthel in total amazement abruptly put her hands on her mouth as if controlling the urge to gasp. “Goodness, he is a Mafia Lord?”

“Shhh, lower your voice. “

“So the Boss is really that powerful, huh.” Still feeling astounded, Gerthel said in a controlled voice this time.

 

“Yes, so be quiet now and most of all, make sure to please him.” Ms. Dahlia said almost snorting at her.

Gerthel’s face suddenly grew red. "How can I be able to do what Ms. Dahlia had just taught me?" she thought in complete turmoil.

“Hey, Ms. Gerthel, are you alright?” Ms. Dahlia snapped her fingers wanting to get the attention of Gerthel who suddenly fell silent and into deep thoughts.

“Oh, I am fine, Ms. Dahlia.”

“Don’t fear for it, just enjoy while doing it with the Boss.” Ms. Dahlia’s advice, which made Gerthel roll her eyes, mentally.

“Ms. Dahlia, are we finished now?” Gerthel asked as she alighted from the bed. 

“Not yet. Stay in the bed and looked at the television screen. I am going to show you video clips from a movie, which shows the art of making love.” Ms. Dahlia then put a USB on the side of the television and then the movie clips started to play.

Gerthel bowed her head in shame. She could not look into the scene playing on the television screen.

“Ms. Gerthel, be attentive and focus your eyes on the scenes, and be sure to keep them in your brain for recollection when the time comes that it is necessary for you to do it!” This time the tone of Ms. Dahlia was firm and serious, and Gerthel was forced to focus her eyes on the television screen while her ears could hear the moaning of the two lovers showing how the art of making love is really done.

Unaware, Gerthel’s eyes were fixed on the scene where the two lovers were passionately touching each other, as their tounges intertwined and then their lips locked, tasting each other like the sweetest fruit they could ever have. Her breath hitched up and her hands clutched the pillow beside her as she saw the next scene. She could feel the heat reverberating deep in her core as she saw the intertwined body of the lovers. The man sat on the bed with legs spread apart while the woman sat on him like he was cradling her, supporting her rounded hips as he guided her down onto his manhood. He gently let her slide down onto him and their continued moans of pleasure spread all throughout the room as the woman's hips moved up and down onto his center, with his manhood gladly entering her sweet hole, repeatedly.

A satisfied smile, lined gladly into Ms. Dahlia’s lips as she saw the effect of the scene on her trainee. She could see her arousal as her cheeks turned to scarlet and her breathing labored while her hands clutch the pillow beside her.  

II

She is now resting inside her room after Ms. Dahlia agreed for her to leave soon as the movie clips she was told to watch had ended. The scenes in that movie clips played along in her mind as if such scenes have been embedded within her memory. She shook her head and ran to the shower room, where she lets her heating body be consumed by the coldness of the water.

“Damn that Mafia Lord Dar! His punishment for me was actually to torment me all throughout until I give in and voluntarily offered myself to him!” Gerthel cursed while letting the strong water shower her body.

Thereafter, she walked down to the dining hall and took a bite of a few cookies, and drank one glass of strawberry juice. With the current state of her senses, she knew that she cannot be able to eat any heavier type of food. She might not able to enjoy such food anyway.

At around five o’clock in the afternoon, a young maiden knocked on her door. “Hello, Ms. Gerthel, I am Nona, your assigned beautician from now on. I was ordered by Mr. Gab to make you prettier tonight.”

Gerthel’s one brow raised automatically as she heard what the young woman had said. “Really? What are the other orders of Mr. Gab? Please tell me if you don’t mind,” she asked afterward.

“Oh, to make sure you dress well and your attire is in accordance with the purpose,” Nona replied with a small smile on her lips. She looked at Gerthel with such a smile still lingering on her face. “I think I will be having an easy task with you, Ms. Gerthel. I need not do so much effort to make you prettier. As a matter of fact, I will be making you the prettiest.”

Gerthel’s right eyebrow lifted again, but then inside of her, she appreciated her compliment toward her.

“Wow, I was not wrong in my guess, the moment I saw you. You are completely alluring Ms. Gerthel, seductive in such a very subtle way. There is no need for you to effort in seducing the Boss. He will be smitten by you, the moment he will lay his eyes on you,” Nona exclaimed while her hands clasped with admiration, coupled with excitement.

Nona finished her off with light makeup and she helped her wear the red negligee topped with a silk silver robe.

Gerthel just smiled at Nona, as she suppressed her nervousness.