The Master's Lessons Read Free

Miss Montague. Perhaps
I shall have to teach you that as well – but before that particular
joy, we have another, more urgent matter to attend to. I will not
allow you to distract me, pleasurable though your method of doing
so might be.”
    Yet despite his
smooth words, his fist closed around the collar of her cropped
jacket from behind, and before she could even catch her breath, his
deft fingers had wrenched each button open and torn it away.
    She cried out
again, this time in heated dismay, but the headmaster only chuckled
as he tossed it to the floor. “Much better, don’t you think? Now
unbutton your blouse.”
    “I beg your
pardon?”
    “Oh, I think
you heard me,” Cooper said calmly. “You need to be punished, Miss
Montague; and seeing as you took such delight in displaying your
lovely tits to Lord Frederick, you can do the same here and now for
me before your punishment commences.”
    Amelia scowled
tempestuously, but to her amazement she found her hands already
flying to obey his new command. Each pearl button she flicked open
quickened his breath further, and by the time she lifted her arms
to allow him to pull the blouse away entirely, his strained groans
of delight came between pants of breath that betrayed the sheer
height of his arousal, even if the continued swelling of his cock
against her had not.
    Her corset
still concealed her breasts from the headmaster, but not for long.
His impatience clearly overcame him, for when she hesitated he
seized hold of it and ripped it away.
    “Sir!” she said
hotly, infuriated by his lack of concern for the amount her clothes
cost her from the paltry wages she kept after board and lodging
were deducted. “Sir, you have torn my corset!”
    “Then you
should have anticipated I wanted its removal. Miss Montague, I
shall replace it for you in time if that would soothe your sweet
outrage; but for now, keep that fire and passion in mind. I find it
most delightful.”
    Amelia’s eyes
widened, but before she could even attempt to demonstrate the depth
of her fast-building fury that now ran in tandem with her feverish
arousal, he placed the palm of his hand between her shoulder blades
to force her back down then followed the line of her spine
downward. The touch of his fingers against the curve of her exposed
back was beyond exquisite, so deeply sensual and laden with erotic
promise that neither the threat of the riding crop still in the
headmaster’s right hand nor her continued rage could do anything to
quench her lust for him.
    No sooner had
that disturbing fact nestled into her mind than he bent low to
deliver a gentle kiss to the small of her back, his lips like
velvet against her skin; a glorious contrast to the tickle of his
moustache. Amelia was powerless to stop herself from imagining that
juxtapose somewhere far more erotic and sensitive instead. That
dark image of his mouth assaulting her cunt tantalised her, sending
a rush of wet heat to that precise area and wrenching another
agonised cry from her still parted lips, this one filled with a
desire he clearly recognised.
    Cooper drew a
sharp breath through his clenched teeth as he walked around the
desk and reached across to fist her hair, yanking her head
backwards so she had no choice but to expose her bare breasts to
the dark hunger in his eyes. Her nipples stiffened under the force
of his stare, and though his eyes widened, when he spoke again his
voice was impassive once more.
    “Very good. Now
place your hands in the small of your back and hold them
there.”
    The matching
lust in his eyes was a deep and searing thrill. Though the movement
held her breasts up in offering to him, she did as he demanded and
did not flinch away, even when he took his seat again and reached
his free hand out to brush against each nipple in turn.
    The torture was
near impossible to bear without satisfaction. Amelia fisted her
hands behind herself, digging her fingers into the palms of her
hands as she bit back a desperate plea