The Master's Lessons Read Free Page B

back to look up at him and making no
effort to conceal the desire she knew was written so clearly upon
her flushed face. “Sir, please!”
    His grey eyes
widened in furious disbelief. “I will not stop until I am ready,
Miss Montague!”
    “And I am not
asking you to do so, Mr. Cooper! Please...” she drew a deep breath
and closed her eyes tightly before speaking the words that would
surely damn her. “Please, sir, do not stop. It feels far too sweet
for me to want you to stop!”
    Cooper’s
hoarse, incoherent groan led her to suspect that whilst he had not
expected or intended for her to take pleasure from his punishment
of her, the fact that she was only heightened his own enjoyment of
his dominance of her. He applied himself to the task at hand with
ever more enthusiasm and she responded in like, arching her back to
meet his blows and allowing her loud cries to fly from her mouth
unrepressed as each stroke of the leather against her buttocks
drove her closer to the peak she sensed was so torturously
near.
    Amelia was
convinced that her body was mere moments from attaining the
forceful orgasm it had craved ever since the headmaster’s hand had
closed around her wrist, but just as she tensed and threw her head
back, he tossed the whip aside and doubled over to lean against the
wall, battling for breath there for a few moments as she sobbed in
frustration before he strode around the desk without speaking.
    Cooper retook
his seat and beckoned her into his lap as he reached into one of
the desk’s drawers with his other hand. Her legs were trembling
wildly, but the pull to obey him was irresistible despite her
disbelieving fury that he had left her so near, yet so far from all
she yearned for. With a low, pained whimper, she followed him
across the study and dropped into his waiting lap as her hot flush
deepened further.
    His arm snaked
around her waist and his hand pressed down against the curve of her
bare abdomen to keep her near as the closed fist of his other hand
brushed against the tips of her breasts to elicit a fresh moan from
the back of her throat.
    “Good girl,” he
said softly. “I will stop striking you now, my adorable little
masochist, for the delicious colour your sweet buttocks have taken
on tells me that the crop has had its desired impact. However, you
will wear these for the rest of our conversation.”
    Still fighting
for breath, Amelia shuddered uncontrollably as Cooper’s fist opened
to reveal two tiny brass clamps. “Wear them, sir?”
    “Indeed – just
here.” He touched each painfully stiff nipple in turn, and before
she could even attempt to gather her wits and twist away from him,
he had snapped a clamp onto each to pinch her nipples between the
cold metal.
    “Oh!” Startled
into obedience by the sharp twist of powerful arousal that sped
outwards from the clamps to inflame her lust for him afresh, she
pushed down against him as a smug smile broke out on his face.
    “As I thought,
then. Maybe you will take as much pleasure from these as you did my
crop. But relax now, Miss Montague. I want you to listen to me and
pay close attention to this lesson.”
    Awed by and no
little afraid of the sensations that streaked through her
underneath his command, she was helpless to deny him even the
smallest boon. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, and he nodded in grim
satisfaction before he spoke again.
    “You are my employee and my responsibility...in short, you
are mine . Anything
you have need of, you are to come to me for. No-one else, do you
understand?”
    “Do you mean
-”
    “Oh, yes.” Cooper’s black scowl stole a beat of her heart, and
his hands settled around her waist as he sought out her wide eyes
with his own. “Anything, and everything . You are to see Lord
Frederick no longer, Miss Montague; this infatuation must stop. I
will not stand for it! I am not a man accustomed to being disobeyed
– and nor do I share what is mine.”
    “I am not
yours!”
    He shifted the
chair