The Master's Lessons (7 page)

“Aye, I know
that is good, my Amelia, but my cock will feel so much better – and
you are ready for it, are you not? D’ye want my cock now?”

He tossed the
crop aside and Amelia writhed senselessly against him, craving his
cock to replace it inside her cunt. It seemed the unguarded hunger
in her wide eyes was enough to tear apart every last shred of his
self-restraint, for with a desperate groan he seized hold of her
waist, bent her over the edge of the bed and buried his cock inside
her in one deep, slick thrust that had her arching in glorious and
unbound ecstasy. Her head was spinning and she was intoxicated,
drunk on the exhilarating rush of the way his cock filled her so
completely. All she could do was rock her hips in time with the
already frantic rhythm he set as he pounded into her, for it seemed
he was just as desperate to reach his climax as she was.

Cooper’s
fingers tightened around her waist each time he drew back to thrust
deeply into her once more. She knew without a doubt that morning
would bring a distinctive pattern of bruises to recall to them both
the passion they shared under the watchful gaze of the moon, but
Amelia knew too that no reminder would be needed. She would never
be able to forget this, for no other man could come close to making
her feel the way the headmaster did. She felt alive in a way she
never had before, and each thrust of his cock only drove her closer
to the precipice they were hurtling towards.

Consumed by
him, she twisted her head back in desperate search of his mouth so
that she could tell him without words the strength of the passion
she felt for him. The headmaster clearly knew her body so well now
that he understood instantly what she needed, for with a harsh and
triumphant groan he wrapped his body around hers, one hand shooting
up to squeeze her breasts as his mouth slammed down onto hers.

Amelia cried
out into his mouth in stunned, dizzying elation, for his possessive
dominance of her body thrilled her. The rougher he was, the closer
her climax came, and she wordlessly urged him on by pushing her
breasts into his hand, caring nothing for the pain she would feel
come the morning when his tongue wrapped around hers and he sharply
pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It was all
worth it - even all she had sacrificed to him in return for this
was worth it.

She reached up
one wildly shaking hand to rest against Cooper’s jaw as he broke
the kiss to gasp for breath, still furiously thrusting into her so
hard that the weight of his body crushed her against the cotton
sheets. “Please, sir!” she sobbed, wholly in submission to the
desire she saw in his eyes. “I cannot bear it much longer, Mr.
Cooper, you must let me come for you!”

The
headmaster’s face contorted, and to her frustration he briefly
stilled his deep thrusts into her cunt. “James, Amelia. My name is
James, and if you wish to be allowed to climax you will use
it!”

Amelia’s breath
caught in her throat, and then she slumped beneath him as her
tongue darted out across her lips. “James,” she said, so quietly
that she barely even heard herself speak. “James, this is the
sweetest torture I have ever known, but I am begging you to allow
me to climax for you now!”

He held her
gaze for a moment longer, then jerked his head. “Amelia, I am just
as unable to refuse you as you are me,” he said hoarsely, then
wound one hand through her tousled hair as the other moved steadily
lower. She tensed in feverish anticipation, and Cooper flashed her
a fierce smile when he drew his cock back to ease into her once
more as his fingers captured her aching clit.

She shuddered
violently and rocked against his hand, pushing back against his
cock as she did so until he was buried inside her. He drew a
shallow breath, betraying how near he too was to his climax as he
skilfully manipulated her clit, each flick and gentle pinch pushing
her inexorably nearer until Amelia shattered and lurched into the
most powerful orgasm she had ever known, every last inch of her
body aflame with pleasure as she sobbed out his name and jerked
helplessly beneath him, powerless to do anything but reach back and
hold onto the headmaster as her anchor in a world that held only
the two of them. It spun wildly around her as wave after wave of
pleasure crashed through her heated blood, and Cooper held her
tightly and crooned her name like a mantra to hold onto before,
with one last, deep thrust, he collapsed on top of her and gave
himself over to the thrill of his own release.

Exhausted by
the force of the ecstasy she felt, she whimpered quietly and fisted
the sheets, content to wait until he had ridden out the tide of his
orgasm, for somehow the intimacy they still shared was something
she could not bear to relinquish. Finally the headmaster pulled his
spent cock out of her with a low, muttered curse of awe and sank to
the floor, stretching up a hand to pull her with him and seat her
in his lap.

He cradled her
against his chest and they stayed like that for a few minutes, the
silence far from uncomfortable. The only sound was that of their
breathing as it settled out, and if she tried, she could almost
imagine that they were alone in the world. The school and all its
cares no longer mattered, and as for any man that was not the
headmaster, none of them even registered in the haze of her mind.
When she finally looked up at him again, she found him watching her
intently, his head tilted to the side and his eyes softer than she
had ever seen them.

“Good?” she
asked faintly.

Cooper kissed
her still feverish brow. “The very best, my dear; and still there
is so much more to come. The night is still young, after all.”

Amelia wrapped
her legs around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder, barely
able to breathe when he lowered his head until it was a mere inch
away from hers. Already she felt his cock harden again against the
soft curve of her stomach, and it was a temptation she could not
resist. Without speaking, she held the headmaster’s gaze and
shifted slightly until his cock pushed against the wet heat of her
cunt, and his eyes darkened rapidly in clear comprehension of the
mute invitation. She arched and hooked her arms around his sinewy
neck as his cock twitched impatiently. “Then please, sir...may I
have some more?”

He smiled as he
staggered back to his feet without releasing his hold on her.
“Always, my dear. This is one fount that will never run dry, I
assure you of that!”

She sighed
softly, even as her body tautened in debauched anticipation. “Then
let us waste no more time, James. If you want me, take me.”

“Aye!”

They tumbled
into bed as one, frantic urgency consuming them both despite their
earlier release. Amelia clung to him tightly as he thrust into her
again and again, and to her immense disquietude she realised how
impossible it was that she could ever relinquish this. More
powerful than any drug, Cooper had captured her in his thrall, and
the sensations he delivered to her with such apparent ease were
like nothing she had known it possible to find anywhere else.

Even when they
found themselves finally sated and fell asleep in each other’s
arms, the deep-rooted sense of unease would not leave her. The
headmaster had consumed her, and Amelia was beginning to realise
that throwing off the shackles of the lust they shared was going to
be an insurmountable task, only made harder by each encounter they
shared.

VI.

Lesson Six

Amelia woke to
the delicious sensation of a mouth clamped firmly around one aching
nipple and a calloused hand insistently stroking her clitoris into
such a state of heightened arousal that she arched where she lay
and cried out in delight before she realised who it was holding her
down. She was in Cooper’s bed, and it was he who filled her vision
entirely as his harsh groans of delight resonated through her
feverish body.

Instinctively
she tried to pull away before the headmaster could succeed in
stirring her lust for him to such a height that defiance would be
impossible, just as he had last night, but she was spectacularly
unsuccessful in her efforts. Still half-asleep, she was too slow to
twist away as he moved across with a surprising grace to restrain
her body solely with the weight of his on top of her.

“Still
determined to fight this,
Amelia?”

She shivered at
the sight of the hunger in his grey eyes, for already she felt
herself becoming enslaved to it once more. Fishing around
desperately for something to say to dissuade him before she lost
the will to do so, she glanced out of the window towards the
looming shape of the school in the early morning mist. “We cannot
stay in bed all weekend, sir!”

“Most certainly
we can,” he said coolly.

“But the school
-”

“The school can
run itself for two days; I told the deputy headmaster that I wanted
the weekend to myself. I have worked hard of late, as have you, so
I rather think we deserve a weekend of indulging ourselves. Any
more objections, or may I get back to the deeply pleasurable task
of readying your sweet cunt to receive my cock again?”

Amelia
shuddered wildly and Cooper laughed under his breath as he propped
himself up on his elbows. Her body’s reaction spoke her answer for
her, and she knew that further defiance was futile. Resigned to the
inevitable, she slumped into the sheets and allowed herself to
thrill in the deeply masculine promise of his weight restraining
her as he held her wide-eyed gaze for a few heartbeats longer. Her
heart picked up its pace yet further, thumping wildly out of time
as finally he dipped his gaze and delivered a tender kiss to the
side of her throat.

“Your answer?”
he said, the warmth of his breath against her bare skin
effortlessly inflaming her lust for him. “I think I know what you
will say, my dear, but still I would hear you speak the words that
so delight me.”

She realised
now how impossible it was to defy him, and so this time she did not
even try. “My answer is yes, sir, a hundred times yes!”

Yet despite –
or perhaps because of – the waver in her voice that betrayed how
very much her body craved all he had to offer, the headmaster
stilled himself on top of her. Gone for now was the frenetic
urgency that had driven them last night, but the intimacy that
replaced it was somehow even more glorious. When he nodded and
began to steadily ease himself down the bed, Amelia found her
breath coming in shallow gasps, and she was already rocking her
hips against him even before his mouth came to a stop against her
aching breasts.

Bruises marred
them both in various stages of healing, the vivid purple of last
night’s amorous caresses standing out on top of the faded yellows
from their first unforgettable encounter. Cooper’s lips gently
caressed each one in turn, his kiss a balm that drew away the pain.
She closed her eyes and let loose a soft sigh of pleasure, and she
felt his cock harden against the inside of her thighs as his tongue
darted sideways to wrap around her nipple once more.

Amelia cried
out in surprised delight, but he did not linger there long.
Instead, he shifted further down the bed until his mouth settled
over the semi-circlets of bruises on each side of her waist,
kissing each of the ten marks his fingers and thumbs had made until
finally she realised his destination. She instinctively tensed and
tried to twist out from beneath him, and his growl of discontent
echoed through the room. He pinned her hips to the bed with a low
burst of grim laughter when she squirmed desperately against
him.

“Oh no, I think
not! Another lesson is needed, I suspect.”

The deep burr
of his voice was a fresh and painful thrill as it vibrated through
her core, stunning her into silence as she tensed in anticipation
of where his mouth would descend next. A rush of damp heat flooded
her cunt and Cooper nodded in approval, the dark stubble that had
taken up residence overnight tickling her thighs as he delivered
the briefest of kisses to her clit. His skin was rough against
hers, her every sensation heightened a hundredfold, and her entire
body tautened as he lifted his head again.

“Shall I
continue your lesson, Amelia?”

“Oh God,
please!”

His grim smile
widened. “Very good. You are a fast learner, my dear.”

Heat flooded
her body, and her breath came in shallow gasps even before the
headmaster lowered his head again to apply himself to the task at
hand with the greatest of enthusiasm. His tongue wrapped
possessively around her clit, sending sharp jolts of pleasure
crashing through her even before he tugged it gently between his
teeth. Each tiny nibble or flick of his sinfully skilled tongue
urged her closer to the precipice, and she was coming to realise
that his touch was an addiction she would never be able to shake
now she knew the full heights of the pleasure they could share.

Amelia closed
her eyes and finally allowed herself to relax, waiting for her body
to carry her to the climax Cooper was guiding her towards, but then
to her agonising frustration the headmaster lifted his head
again.

“Don’t stop!”
she sobbed in desperation, all reticence forgotten, but he raised
his head higher until he was looking into her tear-filled eyes once
more.

“I will resume,
I swear, for you taste far too sweet for me to want to relinquish
this, but I want you to tell me something first.”

“Anything!”

“Then tell me now, did
he
ever do this for you?” he demanded
roughly.

Before this
morning Amelia had not thought herself naive when it came to sex,
but she had never even considered that a man would do this to a
woman. All she knew she had learned from Freddie, and she was
coming to realise that he had been nothing but selfish in taking
his pleasure from her. Cooper, though, seemed to revel in bringing
her to her climax just as much as reaching it himself, and that
only made her want him all the more.