He leaned back as he undid his scabbard, dropping his sword sheath onto the floor unceremoniously, unable to take his eyes off the sight in front of him. Her skin was so soft that she shimmered. Every curve, even her flat belly and the small, dainty tuft of hair between her legs was exactly as he had imagined it. He undid his belt and released his member which had been bound against his lower stomach, and her eyes widened with awe, a gasp to her lips.
With a wolfish grin, he pulled her hands away from her breasts, revealing her pink nipples, which he lowered his mouth to and sucked hungrily. Her body curled up to meet him. He moved his hand inside her thighs, and then up into her sex where he delved his fingers into her tightness.
He was going to erupt any second if he didn’t have her. But even one of his fingers was a tight squeeze, he tried pushing two in, but…
His body froze in horror as he felt her hymen, perfectly attached. His mind felt like it was going to burst with the realization of what he was doing, and then he yelled throatily as he released his seed against her thigh disgracefully.
It was the most shameful moment of his life.
* * *
Charlotte was panting; grinding against Ashcroft’s finger. She closed her eyes, feeling completely lost to pleasure, lost in the moment. Here was Ashcroft—the sexiest man she knew, and he was about to take her virginity.
The problem with Moriarty would surely be fixed up in time. Moriarty had served under Ashcroft since he was able to take human form at all—for nearly seven hundred years. There was no way that Ashcroft would throw the relationship away because of a little misunderstanding, Charlotte was more than sure.
It was all just happening too quickly to keep up. Ashcroft’s kiss was—so delightful. So deep, so scandalous and fulfilling. His every touch, be it rough, was pure heaven, even if it did make her heart race with nervousness. His mood was dark, but then—that’s when he was most sexy, anyway… When his eyes looked steely and unforgiving like they were now.
Now, he was sucking on her breast like he expected it to carry some antidote for misery as he ground his thick, long, pulsing member against her thigh. He suckled and nibbled, letting a deep, growling moan escape his throat as he delved another finger into her folds.
And then every muscle in the man’s body locked instantly—his eyes rounded with what looked like horror, and then he pressed his mouth into her, roaring with his release. It sounded so passionate, so animalistic, that it drove Charlotte into an instant frenzy, but he immediately withdrew both of his fingers and recoiled away from her, cursing in his original Elvish language, and stood up, keeping his back to her as he tugged up his pants.
She had never had cold water dumped on her, but she imagined that was what it was like. “What’s wrong?” she asked, already feeling rejected.
“You’re a virgin?” he demanded as if she had fooled him on purpose.
She blushed. “I…”
He pointed to the bed. “What was that with Moriarty, then? Why are you even in this room?”
Her eyes narrowed. Her blood actually felt hot in her veins. She was humiliated, rejected, and still covered with her tutor’s seed. She cleaned herself off on the sheets, figuring she’d just change them, and then took the quilt from the bed and wrapped it around her body to cover herself. “We didn’t do anything, like I said! I came in here to sleep with him because I was too afraid to be in the room by myself, you insensitive prick.”
He swallowed visibly, but his eyebrows were still lowered darkly. “Why? What do you have to be afraid about?”
And she listed all the creatures that come out at night in the Otherworld—every single creature or demon or monster that lives off the good, eating people, eating animals, eating souls, eating dreams. And there were hundreds of them. She read them off like an encyclopedia.
He tried to get a word in, but she didn’t let him until she was finished, where she cut her hand through the air. “And Moriarty has protected me once. He wouldn’t hesitate.”
“And I would hesitate to protect you?” he interjected, looking like he was daring her to say it.
“All you do is hesitate. I’ve wanted you since June, and the only reason you took me is because you thought it was safer to take your friend’s sloppy seconds rather than have me for yourself. You’re a coward. And I needed a friend, not a lecture.”
“Damn it, woman!” he barked, his face red. “See this from my side for once! I came in to think my best friend had taken the innocence of the woman I love—he’s lucky I didn’t slice him from stem to stern! I would go through the bowels of the Netherworld for you! You think I wouldn’t fight off a demon? You think I wouldn’t watch over you to give you comfort?”
He loved her? Her mouth dropped open. How was that possible? Surely, he thought of her as nothing but a pain in his ass. She curled her legs up to her chest. “I didn’t think you even liked me…”
“I don’t,” he assured, obviously of the opinion that ‘like’ and ‘love’ were not stops on the same road. “You drive me beyond sanity,” he growled. He put his hands over his eyes. “This is a nightmare. I just want to be a teacher—I just want to be a good master to you. And how can I when I… after we..?” He shook his head. “I’ve never, ever heard of an apprenticeship turning out so scandalously. Maybe if I stick you with my faction, their collective knowledge would be enough to at least—”
She had risen to her knees and crawled over to him, where he stood on the side of the bed, completely flummoxed, looking more stressed than she’d seen before. She reached up and put her fingers across his lips, then kissed his bare shoulder. “I just want you, Ashcroft.”
He flinched and gently took the hand covering his mouth and cradled it. “You don’t know what you want. You’re nineteen. You’re a baby.”
“I’m a big girl,” she simpered, guiding his hand to her breast. “See?”
He rumbled low, not sounding extremely happy, but then he whipped his body towards her and pushed her back down onto the bed, settling himself between her thighs again. He had her body pinned against the mattress. “What if I don’t want to let you go once I take you?” he asked her, his tone somehow threatening.
“It’s not like I can go anywhere, anyway,” she replied. “I’m your prisoner, remember?” She rubbed her cuff up against his trouser leg.
He pulled back a loose strand of hair from her face. “And if I let you go, would you leave me?”
“You should find out.”
He squinted at her, as if he was deciding something. “I would hunt you down if you ran from me,” he said with certainty. He kissed her lips and brought his lips into her ear. “And then I’d spank you soundly where I caught you.”
Her cheeks blushed as the threat simultaneously aroused and startled her. He kissed down her neck as if he found the idea of spanking her as arousing as sex.
“You can’t sleep with me and spank me,” she said, as if she was trying to present a rational argument.
“Watch me,” he argued, not stopping his nipping kisses. He trailed his fingers back under the sheets and began to delve his fingers back into her sex, drawing a deep moan out of her as he massaged her clitoris skillfully. “If you want me to claim you, then you’ll be my wife. Mine—all mine.” His lips found her breasts again. He flicked her nipples with his tongue.
She breathed shallowly, her mind unable to comprehend anything more than how much she wanted to be his. Her body, at least, would do anything to be filled by him. “And you’d be all mine?” she asked coyly, her eyes dilated with pleasure.
“I’m all yours now,” he replied with an honest grunt.
“Then I’m yours—just—just please…” Her hands traveled down to his belt. She worried that he would be soft after cumming only moments ago, but he was still hard as ever, still ready. With awkward fingers, she was able to release his manhood. Her hand scooted away from it as soon as her palm brushed across it.
He groaned and took one of her hands and guided it ba
ck down to wrap around his girth as much as she could, moving her thumb towards the soft head of him. She rubbed her thumb back and forth over the head, feeling the beads of precum seep out from her touch. He ground against her fingers.
He growled lowly with his mouth still over her nipple, continuing to delve his fingers into her as she writhed against him. He then settled over her, pulling his length away from her and pushing her legs even farther apart. She felt the head of him stroke back and forth against the folds of her sex.
She smiled greedily, then bit her bottom lip and writhed. It felt so good—she felt like she barely had a hold of her senses. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged, whimpering as he teased her.
He lowered himself back down to her ear. “All mine?”
“All yours.” Her eyes widened as he pushed his head into her inch by inch. She squinted—feeling the uncomfortable pinch well over her arousal. She made an unhappy mewing noise. “Ah—owe! Owe!” she complained, trying to inch away from him.
He pulled her hips back towards his own, though he withdrew before he delved again. He stopped filling her, pleasing her with massaging her clit until she was moaning again. When she was used to his girth, writhing against it, he pushed it deeper. “Mine to spank, mine to fuck; all mine. Every inch,” he growled into her ear. He was panting—every breath a heavy groan. “God, I’ve dreamed of this,” he said in a strained voice, then grunted as every inch of him was inside of her. His eyes rolled back in his head, even as he continued to play with her with his fingers.
Her eyes widened, feeling herself convulse against him. He stopped playing. “No, no. Not yet,” he chided.
She moaned unhappily. “Please, don’t stop touching me. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she whimpered with every thrust as he pumped himself slowly and fully into her.
Her toes were curling before too long; she was gripping the sheets with her hands as if she was afraid of dropping off the planet. He teased her mercilessly—bringing her to the point of oblivion and then slowing down to pull her back, until finally… He let her release.
She’d never had an orgasm before, but the pleasure seemed to start slowly and then built up and went on so long that she screamed and was gasping for breath. She didn’t notice for a moment that Ashcroft was groaning as if he was in pain, grimacing as his member flexed and contracted several times, filling her with his seed, thrusting harder and deeper into her than before, kneading his fingers into the red welts of her ass until he was finally able to breathe in.
He collapsed upon her, holding her tightly to him for a moment before he rolled into his side, forcing her body to lay over his as he panted. Her muscles twitched with exhaustion.
“Why… Didn’t we do that… Earlier?” she wondered aloud, trying to get her breathing back to normal.
He took a deep breath and began to chuckle. “Because that was so wrong on every level of wrong,” he told her, but she felt the arm around her waist pull her even closer to his chest as he said it. “Moriarty was right, as usual. This was inevitable.” He sighed and groaned. “I’m going to have to track him down and apologize for nearly killing him.”
“And clean his sheets,” she added teasingly.
He laughed—she loved his laugh; she so very rarely heard it. “Yes.” He looked around and sighed contentedly.
There was a knock on the door, then, but Naomi pressed in anyway. Ashcroft was quick to hide Charlotte under a quilt. “Moriarty? The master’s go—”
“Moriarty’s not here, Madame,” Ashcroft replied firmly.
“Master! There you are! Why are you…” She came into the main room, and then her eyes narrowed. “Oh. Is that what you’re doing?” Her voice was flat and chiding, looking from him to Charlotte.
Charlotte blushed pink.
“This is who I’m doing, actually,” Ashcroft announced in his aloof lord-of-the-manor tone.
Naomi but her hands on her hips, her look and demeanor chiding. “And where’s Moriarty? Or do I even want to know?”
“He is on holiday,” Ashcroft replied simply.
“When’s he going to be back, then? There’s work to do, you know!” Naomi snapped.
“When his holiday is over, he will return,” Ashcroft hedged.
Naomi rolled her old eyes and then turned to leave. “I hope you know you’re going to hell for this, Master,” she lectured in passing.
“And ‘tis very worth it.” Ashcroft winked at Charlotte, and as soon as the door closed, he rolled his body over Charlotte’s and playfully kissed her mouth. “Very worth it, indeed.”
* * *
“Ha!” Charlotte gloated, showing the flame burning on the book’s open page without burning through it. “Did it!”
He didn’t just look impressed; he blinked twice, as if he wasn’t sure he’d seen what he’d seen. “I’m… I am astounded, Charlotte. Very good.” He looked at his watch. They’d only been in class for ten minutes, and she just completed a quite difficult spell with relative ease. “Onto the next thing!”
She groaned and pulled herself up onto his desk. “Do we have to? Isn’t that enough?” She wiped her hand through the flame, extinguishing it in a way that made it appear that it had only been smoke to begin with. Her eyes lit up excitedly and she reached over, searching with her hands for him until she reached his shirt and tugged his body between her legs. “We don’t want to rush through all of this. You have a lifetime of mornings to teach me all this.” She looked up, eyes shining. “Take me to Earthside?”
He raised an eyebrow, and then pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You are spoiled,” he told her, and kissed her. “No.”
“You just said you were astounded!” she groused, frowning. “Look, there’s this movie coming out I want to go to. You need to start taking me out on dates.” She played with his buttons. “Please? Pwetty pwease?”
“Charlotte,” he growled, looking like he wasn’t in the mood for her to play cute with him. “No means no, doesn’t it?”
“You’re such a grumpapotamous,” she pouted, pushing him away enough that she could hop down and walked to the window seat to pick up a romance novel.
“A grumpapotamous,” he repeated dryly. He sighed, and put his hands on his hips. “Charlotte, you are not on free time right now.”
“Yes, I am,” she argued simply, raising her chin in the air and opening her book. “I did your stupid spell.” This wasn’t quite going how she wanted it to—she wanted to pretend to get steadily better and to excel at lessons with limited effort. But now he actually expected work more than results, and that made things a bit more difficult.
“Charlotte, I’m counting to three. At the end of three, you’d better be at my desk, with a look as patient and chipper about learning as you were ten minutes ago,” he told her ominously. “One…”
She snorted. This was simply a ruse. He wouldn’t actually spank her—not for discipline, anyway. Not if he wanted to have sex with her. Because he simply couldn’t have both; she wouldn’t allow it. He would huff, and puff, and stomp his feet, but it was better for him to know that she wasn’t just a student anymore. She was his lover; and life would simply have to reflect that. “Two.”
He didn’t even count to three. He realized that she wasn’t even going to give him any attention during the count. He yanked her off of her window seat by her ear, then sat down himself and jerked her across his knee. “If you need a spanking every day, young lady, you need one every day. Who am I to argue?”
She felt her skirts getting thrown over her head. “Ashcroft! Ashcroft, if you lay one hand on me—just one!—I will never sleep with you again. You can’t do this!”
“I recall informing you that you’d be both fucked and spanked,” Ashcroft replied, but it didn’t have so much of the sexy rumble it had in her ear that morning. “You didn’t seem too horrified by the prospect then.”
“Ashcroft, I thought you were just talking dirty!” she snapped, kicking her legs. “I won’t let you sp
ank me!”
He didn’t seem at all deterred. “You really have no say in the matter.”
“Then I won’t let you… touch me. Ever,” she promised, struggling under him. Her bottom felt less and less covered, until she felt him unsnapping her garter belt. “What are you doing?” she asked him in a screech.
“I’m giving you what you need, young lady,” he told her. She felt him tug her panties down to her knees in a swift motion.
“No, no!” she kicked more, but he pinned her down with his own leg. “Ashcroooft!” she whined. “Nooo!”
SLAP! “If you think you can hold relations to punish or manipulate me, you’ve got another thing coming!”
Well, maybe that is what she was doing, but she hadn’t thought about it in quite that light. “Ashcroft! I don’t want lessons anymore! Stop!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
She let out a whimper. She didn’t want to imagine what they must look like—her being tipped up to expose her bare bottom to a surly wizard, completely defenseless to stop him. “B-but—I was just spanked!” she cried. She had so many skirt layers around her head that she couldn’t even wrestle herself into a position to cover her bottom with her hands.
“Obviously last night I didn’t do a very good job of it,” he seethed. “You still seem unable to behave like an adult!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
She sniffled, and soon unleashed a sob. “Please, stop…”
He didn’t stop at all. The pain remained unabated until it was quite clear to her that no amount of pleas would appease him from whatever amount of reddened bottom he was going for.
When the pain stopped, and she was able to slip off his legs, he grabbed her by the wrist and then turned her back to him, where he quickly began undoing the buttons on her dress. He was much more confident and quick at undressing her than he was just yesterday. She didn’t argue—she was too busy wiping the tears off her face and being mortified. But the dress fell to the floor, and then he took off her camisole, her slips, her stockings, everything. All she was wearing was the ribbon twisted into her braids.
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