The Master's Lessons

by Isadora Rose

  As he fell silent he finished undressing her and straightened up to wrap her naked body in his possessive embrace. For a moment the world seemed to stand still, contracting until all that mattered was the way their bodies moulded together as if they had been made to do just that. When his lips quirked back into a teasing, grim smile and his hand moved down to cup her ass, pulling her hips to nestle snugly against his cock, she let loose an incoherent moan and hid her face in his shoulder, breathing in deeply to allow the scent of musk, sweat and sex to wind around her as she frantically kissed the curve of his collarbone.

  Cooper gave a harsh grunt of approval and began to steer her towards the bed as his hand tightened on her ass, groping firmly and sending tiny thrills of lust pulsing outwards until without warning he spun her around and pushed her face-first into the bed. His left hand pressed down between her shoulder blades to hold her in place, and with his right hand he reached for the crop. She wanted to fight against his intent, but her body no longer had that ability. It was his, and he was clearly ready to take full possession of it.

  “Are you paying attention?” he said, bending low to speak directly into her ear. The touch of his bare skin on hers and his warm breath on the nape of her neck was beyond exquisite, and Amelia near lost her wits, forgetting to answer him until his low rumble of discontent reminded her he was waiting for her answer.

  “Y-yes, sir!”

  His cock pushed impatiently against her ass, but to her frustration he showed no sign of giving into its clear demand. Instead, he straightened up again and wound his free hand through her hair to force her to look up at him. “To the matter at hand, then. I told earlier that I intend to drive Lord Frederick from your mind forever, my Amelia, and now it is time to begin. Do you understand?”

  Her fever spiked as their eyes locked and he let loose her hair. “Yes.”

  The headmaster stood between her legs and wrenched them further open as her loud, breathless cries of anticipation filled the bedchamber. “So, tell me, how many times did you have him stay the night here?!”

  “F-five,” she whispered nervously.

  Cooper licked his lips and his fist clenched around the handle of the crop. “I did not hear you, Miss Montague. Again!”

  Amelia shamelessly pushed back against him as she buried her face in the sheets, thrilling in both his mastery of her body and the dark spark of reckless lust she had seen in his eyes. “Five, sir!”

  “As many as that?” His sharp intake of breath was the only sound in the still bedchamber, and she tensed until finally he exhaled again. “Very well. You have earned yourself five strikes then, my dear. Perhaps you shall enjoy them as much as you enjoyed the punishment I delivered in the office, and if so you need not be afraid to demonstrate that to me. Are you ready?”

  A desperate moan spoke her answer for her.

  The headmaster reached out his free hand to caress the side of her flushed face, then drew his arm back as he took a step away from her. Amelia heard the swish of the crop through the air, the only warning she had before the leather stroked firmly across the rounded curve of her buttocks.

  She threw her head back as her piercing cry rang out, for the stinging pain was just as much of an elation as it had been the first time he had struck her. She thrilled in it and welcomed the second blow by stretching up onto the tips of her toes as Cooper wielded the crop again, making no effort to disguise his harsh groans of pleasure in time with her own when the blow struck home.

  They did not speak, for words were no longer necessary to express themselves to each other. They were one being in two halves, joined by the crop that was no less than an extension of his hand, and by the time he delivered the fifth and final blow her lust for him had soared to dizzying heights. Amelia was openly weeping as she pummelled her fists into the bed, for the successive blows had left her teetering on the very brink of her climax, and to know that the headmaster was so very ready to take her was a frustration she could not bear.

  Cooper wrapped his body around hers to croon into her ear as his free hand slipped beneath her to roughly grope at her breasts. “Good girl, Amelia! I do not think I am wrong in saying that not only are you thinking of none but me now, but my attentions have aroused you beyond anything you have ever felt before.”

  He was right.

  Dazed by all she felt, she clung to the only constant in her mind – her lust for the headmaster. He was all she heard and saw, and she twisted round in desperation to try to tell him so. No words would pass the tight lump constricting her throat, though, so with a loud sob she reached up to fist his hair and draw his mouth towards hers.

  He instantly obliged by giving her the impassioned kiss she craved, brief yet bruising and laden with the same hunger she felt for him. When he pulled back again, Amelia was convinced he was finally ready to claim her, and fierce elation exploded inside her when he reached between her thighs to firmly stroke her cunt. It welcomed his intimate touch, and he effortlessly slipped one finger into her as his breath quickened, then he withdrew it and with a low, muttered curse, eased the handle of the riding crop inside her.

  She instantly pushed down against it with a mewling whimper, for the heat of Cooper’s hand still warmed the wooden shaft. She could almost imagine that it was his cock instead, but she knew that when that glorious moment came he would hold nothing back. Aching from head to toe for that to commence, she threw her head back and obediently rocked on the handle as his deft fingers teased at her slit and he hoarsely spoke once more.

  “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 h
e 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.