Elizabeth's Education (Forbidden Lust) Read Free Page B

thing? You don’t know what you’re talking about, so I would thank you to mind your own—’
    ‘That’s not exactly the education I was referring to,’ he said, cutting her short, standing next to the chair. ‘Come here, young lady.’ His tone and demeanour were unwavering, not to be argued with, and she found herself almost mesmerised by them. But no, she thought determinedly, she would not do as he said.
    ‘I am quite happy here, thank you,’ she replied loftily, raising her chin, ‘and I wish to discuss this matter about Grace. It needs to be sorted—’
    Again he prevented her from making her point. ‘It would be wise to do as I say,’ he warned ominously, and a voice in her head told her to move, but her stubbornness won out. She stood perfectly still, challenging him.
    ‘Oh dear,’ Lord Michael sighed. ‘Very well, if you must behave as you do, then I suppose you must. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.’
    The pace with which he moved across the room shocked her, like a striking snake, but what shocked her even more was the ease with which he grabbed her by the wrists with one hand, produced a long piece of black satin from his pocket with the other, and in seconds had both her wrists crossed and bound together.
    ‘Lord Michael,’ she gasped, ‘what on earth do you think you’re doing?’
    ‘You continue to be noisy, don’t you?’ he said. ‘So I’m afraid we’re going to have to do something about that.’
    Elizabeth launched into a tirade of insults and protests, which he calmly ignored whilst pulling a crisp white handkerchief from his breast pocket, and then the ascot from around his neck. ‘Now then,’ he said assertively, ‘this should shut you up.’
    ‘What?’ she wailed, but with deft timing the handkerchief was stuffed into her open mouth, and he spun her round and placed the longer ascot scarf across the gag and tied it behind her head, amused by her now muffled protests.
    ‘And although we are fairly well alone, just to make sure we are not caught unawares and interrupted by someone unexpectedly…’ he said, moving quickly to lock the door.
    He turned sharply and returned to where she stood, shocked and staring at him over the gag with wide, bewildered eyes. With one arm he picked her up by the waist, lifting her easily, and carried her to the waiting chair.
    ‘It would have been much easier if you had just come to me when I said,’ he stated as he stood her back down, and unable to answer, Elizabeth stamped her feet, letting out a muffled screech.
    ‘Be quiet at once!’ he barked. ‘If you stamp those feet again I’ll tie your ankles together as well!’
    Though frustrated and angry, not to mention a bit scared and bemused, Elizabeth suddenly realised Lord Michael was to be listened to. At least at this juncture, so she stood still.
    ‘That’s better,’ he went on, speaking in a stern but quieter voice. ‘Now then, I’m going to tell you exactly what I intend to do with you. First, until I know you won’t talk back or question me in any way, the handkerchief is going to remain in your mouth. If I take it out and you misbehave, it will go back in immediately. Nod your head if you understand me.’
    Elizabeth stared at him in stunned astonishment. She made a funny sound and Lord Michael frowned. He reached down and lifted her skirt and she let out a muffled squeal and recoiled, stepping sideways. But he grabbed her arm, yanking her back.
    ‘Stand still!’ he commanded, his eyes penetrating hers.
    Once again he lifted the skirt, holding it up with one hand. With the other he slapped the side of her stockinged thigh, hard, making her squeal through the gag and wince.
    ‘I asked you a simple question,’ he continued. ‘When I ask you a question, simple or otherwise, you will answer me immediately. If you do not you will be punished. Now, do you understand what I said about the handkerchief? Nod if you understand. Shake your head if you do not.’
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