Lessons and Lovers Read Free

filthy books in Piers’ collection that he can read. He can do his learning and his sex revision from them, can’t he?”
    There was desperate hope in Renata’s voice, and Hettie looked to Starr for help. Only if he approved, would she take in Ren’s shy charmer. Her cool blond servant regarded her steadily for a few seconds, then took her hand and kissed it. When he looked up again, he nodded.
    “Okay, Ren! He can stay for a while.”
    “Oh, thank you, Hett! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love you! I knew you’d help me!”
    “All right! Don’t go overboard! Just one thing, though.” Starr was kissing her again now, his lips warm and drifting on her bare, rounded breast. “Can the arrangements wait until tomorrow? I’m…um… Well, I’m starting to actually feel quite drowsy now and I’d like to get some sleep.” It was a white lie, but she was entitled to it.
    She gnawed her lip as Starr sucked roughly at her nipple, biting it slightly. She couldn’t talk to Ren much longer, not while this beautiful torture was going on! There was no way she could suppress the screams of another orgasm.
    “Oh yes, of course! Everything will be fine now!” Ren’s voice was buoyant, “I’ll call Fausto. He’ll come back when he knows Darryl’s leaving. Everything will be wonderful now! Thanks again, sweetheart, you’ve saved my life. I’ll call you tomorrow. Bye, Hett! Sleep tight!”
    “Goodnight, Ren!” said Hettie on a long broken gasp. As the connection died, Starr’s fingers slid back between her sticky thighs. And the magic torment began all over again.
    Dropping the lifeless receiver, Hettie tried to caress his sex in return, but he guided her hand away before she could even lay one finger on his stiffness.
    “This is for you alone, Milady.” His voice was muffled, the words tangled around her nipple as he sucked and sucked and sucked.
    But I want more!
    Fighting for coherent thought, Hettie pushed at Starr’s shoulder and made him lift his head.
    “Let me touch you. Let me do something for you. It’s what I want.”
    A strange, complicated expression passed across his astonishing face, then with a wry twist of his lips and a slight shrug, he reached for her hand and put it upon him.
    The miracle of Starr’s cock never ceased to amaze her. He was so hard, and yet the skin there was fine and delicate as satin. He stirred in her hand and seemed to grow harder than ever, if that were possible. As she gave him a slow, exploratory squeeze, his eyelashes fluttered and his lips parted in a stifled gasp.
    For one frozen moment in time, Hettie almost seemed to feel Starr’s pleasure. It was as if he were allowing her into his male mind and showing her what her touch did to him.
    But the intimate communion was over almost as soon as it had begun.
    “Enough, Milady,” he whispered, gently but firmly putting her hand from his flesh, then bending over her and taking her nipple between his lips once more.
    And now each pull on her breast seemed to pull on her clitoris too, seemed to pass right through her struggling body and meet the gentle petting finger between her legs. Pinned between two nodes of pleasure, she could only thrash and moan. Tearing at the sheets beneath her, she soared to first one excruciating climax, then another and another and another.
    “Thank you, Starr! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” she chanted in time to the pulsations that rippled through her. The sensations were sublime, and yet, even in the midst of them, her mind longed for something more, something different. She had no intimate name, no romantic lover’s name with which to praise this incredible man who was so close to her, yet more distant than the stars he was named for. He had never offered a first name, and there was something so remote about him—even now!—that still made her afraid to ask.
    Orgasming continuously, she babbled and raved, and her obedient demon switched to a different assault. Two fingers went