The Master's Lessons

by Isadora Rose

  “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.

  Realising that he was still waiting for her answer, she reached out one wildly trembling hand to touch his face. “Never, sir. He was a selfish lover, whereas you -”

  “Whereas I will glory in pleasuring you over and over again, Amelia!”

  And with those scintillating words he thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. She shuddered, her entire body lifting from the bed as she once more forgot all else but how much she needed this man. To be the object of his lust thrilled her beyond comprehension, and the loud groans the headmaster made as he sucked on her clit told her that he was enjoying this just as much. This was a euphoria she had never known could exist until Cooper had forced her into his arms, and with every passing moment her desire for him reached new heights.

  Overcome, she let loose a loud moan when he gripped her thighs tightly, forcing them further apart as she felt herself falling slave once more to that distinctive knot of pleasure deep in her core, its pulsing demand for satisfaction one he was mere moments from fulfilling. He groaned under his breath, the sound a low vibration that had her tensing from head to toe, and when he swirled his tongue around her clit and then tugged it between her teeth the dam exploded. Furious, searing pleasure soared through her veins, and she sobbed out her the throes of her climax with no shame, all too aware that she had nothing left to hide from him.

  Cooper propped himself over her, watching her with a near frenzied intensity as their eyes locked and she shuddered wildly. “Lord Frederick did not make you feel as good as this, did he?” he crooned triumphantly. “No other man ever could, my dear, least of all that arrogant little upstart; and if you are honest with yourself, you do not even want him to try anymore.”

  The headmaster was right. His words were seared across her mind, and as a deeply unsettling truth took root Amelia reared up from the bed to wrap her arms around his neck, desperate to feel every last inch of his body up against hers even as tears streamed down her face unchecked, the fading throes of her climax still pulsing through her veins.

  She shifted until the tip of his cock pushed up against the damp heat of her cunt, then whimpered quietly as she rocked against him in a wordless demand he clearly understood. He delivered a fresh, bruising kiss to the side of her throat, and the sound of his voice spiked her fever when he quietly spoke again, triumph still tangible in his words. “Anyone would think you want something, my dear.”

  “I do! I want you, James. I fear I shall never be able to have enough of this – or enough of you!”

  “Then you may have me, my dear. All I am is yours, as surely as you are mine.”

  Cooper eased his cock into her as he wound his hands through her hair, trapping her beneath him and making it impossible for her to even try to look away from him. Their bodies slick with perspiration, they moved as one, joined from head to toe in the most primal and instinctive of ways. Nothing could ever be as right as this, no matter how much Amelia tried to tell herself she did not want it. She was in his thrall, and if he persisted in driving her to such heights of bliss she feared she would never find the power to break free. Indeed, she was coming to realise she no longer even wanted to.

  VII.

  Lesson Seven

  Amelia had spent Friday and Saturday night in Cooper’s bed, but last night he had reluctantly returned her to her own room in readiness for the new school week. To her disquietude, she had tossed and turned in her own bed without the warmth of his body wrapped possessively around hers, and her dreams when she did sleep were consumed entirely by him. Freddie had barely crossed her mind since the headmaster had forcibly taken her to his bed, and now that she did think of the young lord, it was with nothing more than a flicker of irritation that he had walked out on her with such apparent ease.

  He mattered no longer, not when her body already craved the headmaster’s once more. He had promised her the next weekend would be theirs again, but the thought of five long days without sating the consuming desire he had aroused was agonising. The mere memory of him was enough to spark a fresh fever of lust in her veins, and instinctively her gaze turned towards the glass through which he had so often watched her. She had drawn only the thin drapes after his departure, and the whisper of sunrise through them stirred a wicked idea in her mind.

  A small smile sparked on Amelia’s lips as she dragged the stool from her dressing table over to the balcony doors. Perhaps Cooper was not even awake yet; but if he was, he was about to get quite the show. Thinking only of him, she slowly stripped her nightgown away and lifted one slender leg to rest on the stool. Her silhouette would show through in the light of the rising sun, and she took care to elongate every movement of her body as she cupped her breasts with one hand and reached down between her legs with the other.

  Making no effort to hold back her low moan of pleasure, she took inspiration from the way the headmaster had so effortlessly coaxed climax after climax out of her body and mimicked his deft touch, capturing her clit between her thumb and forefinger as she bore down against the palm of her hand. The merest thought of the headmaster proved to be all she needed to focus on, and with just a few strokes of her fingers she found herself quivering in feverish anticipation. It seemed that somehow, the more Cooper gave her the more she craved, and when her thoughts erupted with the scintillating memories of all they had shared, her body lurched with no warning to send her crashing into a fresh and consuming orgasm that rocked her from head to toe.

  She threw her head back, revelling in the awareness that if the headmaster was watching, he would be wholly unable to mistake her reaction to the intimate touches she had indulged in where she stood. Her body throbbed and jerked uncontrollably until finally her climax faded away, and her legs still trembled as she slowly dressed herself, taking care to linger over the task as the sun slowly rose higher in the sky. Delighted by her boldness, she blew a kiss towards the cottage then turned her back on the balcony to freshen up before heading downstairs for breakfast.

  By the time Amelia reached the dining table, Cooper was already in his seat at the top table, and it seemed very apparent he had indeed been watching. His grey eyes were blazing, but she deliberately evaded every attempt he made to catch her gaze. Red spots coloured his cheeks, and his fists were balled tightly around his cutlery. Ignoring every effort at conversation from the other staff, he finally reached into his pocket for a scrap of parchment and his pen as she breathed in sharply, convinced now that her ploy had succeeded.

  Amelia was wholly unsurprised when a note dropped into her lap as the headmaster stalked past her chair without looking down. With a tiny, triumphant smile, she nodded carefully and allowed the three simple words to emblazon themselves across her mind, revelling in the mingled threat and promise they contained.

  Headmaster’s office - NOW.

  The vicious manner in which the pen had been dragged across the parchment betrayed Cooper’s tenuous grip upon his temper, and black ink was splattered in their path. Delighted by their evidence of her power over him, she waited a few minutes longer then calmly rose from the breakfast table. There was an hour or so before her first lesson was due to start; time enough for what they needed.

  However, though she wanted
this at least as much as him, she was determined not to make it easy for him, not after the way he had so completely torn down her defences whilst she had been trapped in his cottage. Now the balance of power was tilting inexorably towards her once more and she was determined to make the most of it.

  A tiny smile flitted across Amelia’s face as she wandered the corridors, deliberately taking her time over following his command, but all too soon the pull to his side became impossible to resist. Her pulse quickened in heady, debauched anticipation as she pushed open the door without bothering to knock.

  Cooper was breathing heavily, seated right back in the chair behind the vast desk that faced the door. His eyes darkened lasciviously in the heartbeat they settled upon her, but with a great effort she steadied her face to show none of the desperation she felt for him to follow through upon the promise she saw in their depths. Content to wait for him to break the silence woven around the two of them as the door closed in her wake, she simply tilted her head to the side to watch him.

  His thin lips twitched irritably as finally he spoke. “You took your time in coming here.”

  “I had not finished my breakfast, headmaster,” she said calmly. “You gave me no reason to hurry myself, after all. Do you want something?”

  His eyes almost imperceptibly widened in response to her cool words. “You know what I want!”

  “I am afraid I do not, sir, so if you will not tell me, I shall not linger here if it is all the same to you. I have lessons to prepare -”

  “And a lover whom you seem determined to infuriate! I saw you, Amelia,” the headmaster ground out through gritted teeth. “I know you put on that salacious show for my benefit alone, and I know too you understand precisely what effect it had upon me. Unfortunately for the sake of my sanity, though, it seems that I am unable to gain satisfaction by my own hand, not now I know how sweet my cock feels buried inside you. All morning, vixen, I have had a cock stand that will not subside, and there is only one cure!”

  Amelia’s head rolled to the side as he leapt to his feet and began to pace back and forth. His mingled fury and lust inflamed the small office, making it impossible for her to keep her gaze away from the shape of his hard cock straining against his trousers – and Cooper clearly saw the direction of her wide-eyed stare. With a harsh groan, he rested the palms of his hands against his desk as their eyes locked once more.

  “Need you ask again what I want, my dear, or do you now understand?!”

  This gentle, teasing defiance was thrilling them both. Secure in that glorious realisation, she allowed her shoulders to rise and fall as she leaned back against the wall. “Actually, Mr. Cooper, I would rather like to hear what it is you want.”

  “Then hear this, my dear Miss Montague. I want an encore – and I want it now. Clothes off, all of them!” he barked, and a feverish thrill of anticipation shot through her aching body. Though she might try to deny it, this was precisely what she had hoped for ever since she had performed the veiled striptease in the light of the sunrise. She revelled in his dominance of her, and to have the power to drive him to such reckless heights of arousal was all she could ever need.

  Amelia looked directly into his burning eyes as her fingers hovered over the top button of her blouse. “You know that I am powerless to deny you, sir. Enjoy the show.”

  He ran one hand through his hair in agitation, already breathing heavily even before she flicked the button open and slipped her hand inside her corset, pinching her taut nipples between her thumb and forefinger in turn as she reached up with her free hand to continue undoing the buttons one by one. She wanted to make him suffer a little longer, but in truth she now found herself as much of a slave to the lust between them as he was. Desperate for the inevitable conclusion of this latest tryst, she rolled her shoulders to free herself of the blouse’s constraints as the last button fell open.

  There would a time to hold back and slowly revel in all that was growing between them, but this was not it. Her hands trembling wildly, Amelia reluctantly let loose her teasing hold on her own breasts and kicked off her polished shoes before loosening her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. The headmaster closed the distance between them with a hungry, lustful groan, but she smiled as she shook her head and lifted one stockinged foot to rest against his desk.

  Though his face contorted, he held himself back as she unhooked both stockings then rolled them down her slender thighs one by one. Her garter belt soon followed in their wake, and as her breath hitched she tore away her corset and bloomers to leave her standing in his office entirely naked. “James,” she whispered, her low voice laden with lust as she drew the back of her hand across her breasts with a quaking sigh. “James, do I please you?”

  He drew a shallow breath before he answered. “You know that you do, vixen!”

  Amelia held his intent stare. “Perhaps I do – but I want to hear the truth of it from you, James. Tell me how much you want me, and if I believe you then you may have me once more.”

  “Have I not proved the height of my desire for you, Amelia?” Cooper said incredulously. “Surely the fact that I am taking the risk of having you unclothed here in my office should be all the illustration you need of the truth that every fibre of my being craves you! No sooner have we given each other the pleasure we need than I find myself consumed by my longing for you once more. Spending last night without you in my arms was a torment the likes of which I have never known before, and seeing you stood before me with such lust in your beautiful eyes is driving me crazy. Amelia, you must give your permission or I fear I shall simply do whatever it takes to bury my cock inside you again regardless!”

  This was beyond glorious.

  She reached out for him to finally give him everything he demanded, but to their joint, bitter frustration, a loud knock on the office door announced the fact they were no longer alone.

  “Damn it!” Cooper swore furiously, his face contorted with the effort of controlling himself as his eyes raked lustfully across the flare of her bare hips. His fists were clenched at his sides, and with a tiny jerk of his head he gave her his orders.

  Amelia’s tongue darted out across her parted lips, but the repeated knock on the door made her mind up for her. Pausing only to hurriedly snatch up the discarded clothes that lay scattered over the floor, she slipped past him with a low, aching moan as his hand shot out to brush across her breasts, then concealed herself in the footwell of the headmaster’s desk as he tempestuously wrenched open the door.

  “What is it?”

  The ill-disguised fury in his hoarse voice brought a small, secretive smile out on her lips as the newcomers spoke. “Is this a bad time, headmaster?” Austin said. “Mr. Thompson and I have come as you requested to discuss the corridor supervision rotas, but if you are otherwise occupied...”

  “Nay, I did ask you to attend, though I confess I had forgotten in the face of a powerful distraction. Very well, come in whilst I search for the papers.”

  Cooper’s Scottish burr resonated through her even across the distance between them. Amelia had to fight with all she was to choke back the low moan of desperation that hovered on her lips, but then he took his seat in front of her, a warning written in his darkened eyes as they settled upon her for only the briefest of moments before he turned his attention to the sheaves of paper scattered across his desk. As his hands flew across them instead of the bare skin that silently screamed out for his attention, she realised that she was invisible to the other two teachers – and a devious compulsion sparked in her mind that was impossible to ignore.

  “There, take a look and tell me what you think.”

  As Cooper pushed a thin stack of papers forward, Amelia held her breath and slowly reached up to loosen his belt. His hips instinctively jerked as he drew a sharp breath, but in the presence of the other two men he could do nothing to betray his reaction to the way her fingers were now slipping beneath the waistband of his undergarments. Instead, he straightened in his chair and moved cl
oser, a clear encouragement that only urged her on.

  Deeply thankful for the vast mahogany desk that shielded them, she rose up onto her knees and freed his cock. It was already rock hard, and when her fingers closed around it and gently rubbed over the pliant head, a tiny drop of pre-cum glistened there to tempt her yet further. Amelia’s tongue darted out across her lips, and, overwhelmed by the force of all she felt, she gave into her body’s furious compulsion and lowered her head to draw the headmaster’s cock into her mouth.

  Cooper let loose a soft, strangled groan that only she seemed to hear as the other two men conferred loudly over the rota he had presented. As she tightened her lips around the shaft of his cock, he gently eased his hips forward and she eagerly accepted his direction, allowing him to fill her mouth as she heard a rustle of papers that announced the other men had finished their perusal of the rota. When she drew her head back before taking his full length into her mouth again, Austin spoke in ignorance of all that was happening mere feet in front of him.

  “I see you have left young Miss Montague off the night rotas, headmaster. A wise decision, I think.”

  As Amelia set her hands against Cooper’s thighs and wrapped her tongue around the head of his cock, she felt him tense. “You think so?” he said, his voice hoarse. “May I ask why, Austin?”

  “Well, were she my daughter I certainly would not want her walking the corridors undefended,” the elderly man said. “I am not saying I do not trust the boys, but it is wise not to place temptation directly in their path – and Miss Montague walking alone in the depth of nights would be a temptation, that much is for sure.”

  “I could not concur more, Mr. Austin, and I have the strangest suspicion Mr. Cooper is in agreement with the both of us. She really is a lovely little creature,” Thompson said in evident approval. “Too lovely for an environment like this, I fear.”