He jumped to his feet and bounced once more in ill-concealed excitement before following her to her desk in the other room.
She hoped her own pleasure was less obvious. Her blood felt thick and hot in her veins as she sat in one of the two guest chairs at her desk. She swallowed against his scent and her core thrummed in anticipation. He’d better be a good teacher as she needed to master those first ten words quickly.
She groaned when he placed the naughty poem next to the primer and said, “We shall use this to learn a few verbs.”
* * * *
A sennight later, Charlotte had a better appreciation for William’s characterization of Latin. Groaning, she threw her pen down, spattering ink across her notes. She had been rushing to get through her second set of ten words.
She’d learned the first set easily, although she suspected he’d chosen very basic words.
Afterwards, she had requested another kiss, and indeed, he’d been the only man in her thoughts from the first step into her bedroom. She’d then allowed him to touch her everywhere while bound to the chair but for one hand, after which she had returned the favor—with him still tied, of course.
She was dying to taste other parts of him, but this second set was making her brain hurt. She looked back at him where he hovered standing next to her desk chair, having only arrived a few minutes before. “William, please. Give me an easy one. A pronoun, a number, anything.”
“Pronouns are not always—” he gulped.
Her gaze had strayed down to the bulge between his legs.
“Sex,” he said, panting.
“Yes, please.” She stood.
“No.” He shook his head. “I won’t have you say I cheated our bargain. Sex is six. Six is sex. In fact, here’s another: that is decem. Decem is ten.”
“Sex and decem. Done. Thank you. Now lead the way to the bedroom. I enjoy the rear view as much as the front.” She grinned at him, hoping he was as primed as she was for the rest of their evening.
Upstairs, he undressed her, again rubbing her back free of chemise creases, this time without tears.
Turning, she slid one foot forward to press her hip against his groin.
He stopped circling his hand on her back, pressing into her now to hold her in place and humming low in his throat but waiting for her instruction.
Mine to teach, to taste. She shifted her hip fractionally left then right. He gasped, surging into her microscopically, as though trying to remain still and failing.
“Mistress?”
Always the polite puppy, checking for her permission. Gracious, he could be addictive if she let him. She was past politeness, though. More than a year without intimacy made her hungry, and William himself turned her ravenous. She slid her hands to his chest and gave a small push.
He stepped back and his calf caught against the bed, sending him sprawling. He stared up at her, his hands having landed up and out from his body, elbows bent, creating a supplicant pose.
Charlotte shrugged, and her dress dropped forward, catching on her hips, her stays loose over her breasts. A shimmy sent the dress to pool around her, and a second one dropped the stays onto the dress.
William stared, unblinking. One arm slid along the counterpane, edging toward his cock.
“Stay still, William.”
“Yes, Mistress.” His voice was guttural, almost unrecognizable.
Heat flared anew in her. She wanted this, she was ready. And, she took a moment to reflect, Charles would want her to have this, just as she would have for him, and if their situations were reversed, the young lady with him might easily be twenty. With that, she banished William’s age from her mind.
Her breasts strained against her chemise, wanting to feel his muscles and smattering of chest hair against them. First, though, there was torturing to be done. Leaning over him, she unfastened his waistcoat first, spreading it. Then came his cravat, unwound after being untied. She straightened, running the cravat through her hands.
“Remove your shirt and shoes. You may sit up to do so, then remain sitting.”
He scrambled, grabbing the dress shirt below the collar and yanking before realizing he needed to unbutton the collar to avoid choking himself.
Charlotte watched, keeping her expression neutral. Inside, she was panting like a bitch in heat. Her control was ready to snap, but having this gorgeous young man under her power was intoxicating. She strolled around the side of the bed. When he turned to keep her in sight, she admonished him with a tsking sound, and he stared forward again, his arms shaking.
