As a French mistress at one of England’s most renowned boys’ schools, Amelia Montague has all the security she needs, but she cannot resist the temptation to risk it all for the sake of a few stolen nights in the arms of the earl’s roguish son. When the foreboding headmaster, James Cooper, discovers Amelia’s secret, he forces her into his arms instead – and the lustful lesson of surrender he teaches to her turns her entire world on its head...
~
Amelia could barely even breathe under the weight of the fearful anticipation she felt, let alone speak with the cool wit she was used to being in possession of. She opened her mouth in a desperate attempt to answer him, but before she could form any words with her dry mouth he rose to his feet again and came around the desk to stand behind her chair.
“Sir -” she said wildly, but then the headmaster’s hand descended to rest upon her shoulder as she twisted her head to look up at him. Dazed by the force of her conflicted emotions, a violent shiver ran down her spine and he smiled again.
"Hush, now. If you have no words, then perhaps it would suit you to listen to me instead – for that is, after all, why I summoned you here today.”
He reached out to tuck a stray tendril of fair hair back behind her ear, and her heart lost a beat. His smile only widened as he leaned in closer still, so near now that the tantalising sensation of his warm breath on the vulnerable skin of her bared neck consumed her.
Amelia tried and failed one last time to pull away from him. The headmaster’s hand tightened around her shoulder, and with a sharp intake of breath his smile slipped away as he pressed his mouth against the top of her ear and breathed a dozen words that stole away the very last of her composure.
“Now, I hear tell that you have been rather wicked, Miss Montague.”
Cooper knew.
With a strangled cry, she shook her head in desperation, but her efforts to escape only brought her parted lips within reach of his. For a dizzying moment she thought they would lay claim to hers, but then he forcibly pushed her away and straightened back up again.
“Nothing to say?” he said, his voice dangerously low and clipped. “Do you care to deny my accusation that you have been entertaining a gentleman caller, perhaps?”
To her chagrin and frustration, hot tears stung at her eyes as she battled the unwelcome compulsion to arch towards him. “Would it be of any use to do so, sir?”
He snorted. “None at all, Miss Montague. I have eyes everywhere, particularly when it comes to you. I saw the two of you together last Friday – and the intimate way in which you were permitting the rogue to touch you made the carnal nature of his visit all too plain.”
Cooper reached up to his right, and to her horror his long fingers closed around the handle of the riding crop that had until now been resting harmlessly on one of the highest bookshelves. As Amelia fought for breath, he took it down and then turned to fix his penetrating stare upon her once more.
“We have standards here at Highdown Hall, and those who fail to meet them must be punished. Tell me, Miss Montague, what happens to the boys if they misbehave?”
The headmaster circled restlessly around her and absently stroked the leather handle of the crop as she buried her flaming face in her hands to conceal a low sob from him. She did not want him to know how afraid she was – nor how very much she found herself wanting him to follow through upon all the fire in his eyes threatened.
“I asked you a question,” he said sharply. “Answer me – now!”
Amelia closed her eyes tightly as the reluctant words left her lips. “They get punished, sir.”
“Precisely so. Stand up and bend over the desk, Miss Montague.”
~
As a French mistress at one of England’s most renowned boys’ schools, Amelia Montague has all the security she needs, but she cannot resist the temptation to risk it all for the sake of a few stolen nights in the arms of the earl’s roguish son. When the foreboding headmaster, James Cooper, discovers Amelia’s secret, he forces her into his arms instead – and the lustful lesson of surrender he teaches to her turns her entire world on its head...
~
Amelia could barely even breathe under the weight of the fearful anticipation she felt, let alone speak with the cool wit she was used to being in possession of. She opened her mouth in a desperate attempt to answer him, but before she could form any words with her dry mouth he rose to his feet again and came around the desk to stand behind her chair.
“Sir -” she said wildly, but then the headmaster’s hand descended to rest upon her shoulder as she twisted her head to look up at him. Dazed by the force of her conflicted emotions, a violent shiver ran down her spine and he smiled again.
"Hush, now. If you have no words, then perhaps it would suit you to listen to me instead – for that is, after all, why I summoned you here today.”
He reached out to tuck a stray tendril of fair hair back behind her ear, and her heart lost a beat. His smile only widened as he leaned in closer still, so near now that the tantalising sensation of his warm breath on the vulnerable skin of her bared neck consumed her.
Amelia tried and failed one last time to pull away from him. The headmaster’s hand tightened around her shoulder, and with a sharp intake of breath his smile slipped away as he pressed his mouth against the top of her ear and breathed a dozen words that stole away the very last of her composure.
“Now, I hear tell that you have been rather wicked, Miss Montague.”
Cooper knew.
With a strangled cry, she shook her head in desperation, but her efforts to escape only brought her parted lips within reach of his. For a dizzying moment she thought they would lay claim to hers, but then he forcibly pushed her away and straightened back up again.
“Nothing to say?” he said, his voice dangerously low and clipped. “Do you care to deny my accusation that you have been entertaining a gentleman caller, perhaps?”
To her chagrin and frustration, hot tears stung at her eyes as she battled the unwelcome compulsion to arch towards him. “Would it be of any use to do so, sir?”
He snorted. “None at all, Miss Montague. I have eyes everywhere, particularly when it comes to you. I saw the two of you together last Friday – and the intimate way in which you were permitting the rogue to touch you made the carnal nature of his visit all too plain.”
Cooper reached up to his right, and to her horror his long fingers closed around the handle of the riding crop that had until now been resting harmlessly on one of the highest bookshelves. As Amelia fought for breath, he took it down and then turned to fix his penetrating stare upon her once more.
“We have standards here at Highdown Hall, and those who fail to meet them must be punished. Tell me, Miss Montague, what happens to the boys if they misbehave?”
The headmaster circled restlessly around her and absently stroked the leather handle of the crop as she buried her flaming face in her hands to conceal a low sob from him. She did not want him to know how afraid she was – nor how very much she found herself wanting him to follow through upon all the fire in his eyes threatened.
“I asked you a question,” he said sharply. “Answer me – now!”
Amelia closed her eyes tightly as the reluctant words left her lips. “They get punished, sir.”
“Precisely so. Stand up and bend over the desk, Miss Montague.”
~
The Master's Lessons
The Master's Lessons
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940044497399 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Isadora Rose |
| Publication date: | 04/26/2013 |
| Sold by: | Smashwords |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 140 KB |
| Age Range: | 18 Years |