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then, your first lesson shall be one you carry with you the rest of your life. Know your body.” He smiled, but it was wicked. “To create pleasure in others, you must experience it yourself. Take the towel from the table beside the tub, dry off and lay down on the divan.”
    Lysandra shivered, but she did as she had been told. Once she was dry, she moved to the divan, a fainting couch that was positioned in front of the blazing fire. Once she was lying across it, staring at him with anticipation heating her blood, he moved to kneel at the end of the couch.
    “Open your legs, Lysandra and touch yourself.”
    She sat up a fraction and stared at him. “Touch myself with you watching?”
    He growled out his answer, “Normally, I would simply tell you to do so in the privacy of your chamber, but our time together is limited. I will be your guide in helping you find ways to give yourself release and then you must do this every night, whether I visit you or not. Keep your body at the ready and you will more enjoy your duties as my mistress.” He stopped and shook his head. “ A mistress.”
    Lysandra bit her lip. She had no idea how to proceed in touching herself intimately. But as Andrew tilted his head in encouragement, she realized that he wasn’t about to release her from his order.
    She crooked her knees and spread her legs a fraction. He shook his head.
    “No. All the way.”
    “Splay myself out in an entirely unladylike fashion?” Lysandra burst out in horror.
    He smiled. “You may be a lady in the parlor all you like—in fact, that is what you should do, no matter what your position in life ends up being. But in the bedroom, in private or with your lover, you must be willing to go further. To forget conventions which tell you not to look, not to touch, not to feel . Otherwise you will have very short and unsatisfying affairs, indeed.”
    He reached forward and grasped her knees, then shoved them apart until she was sprawled across the couch in a most revealing position.
    “Now place your hands on yourself and think of what has given you pleasure,” he continued, though his voice was becoming rougher and rougher with each order.
    “Andrew,” she whispered, mostly because she was afraid.
    Afraid of what fully surrendering to this life would entail, and worse, how it might change her. Already, she longed for his touch, for more of him, did that not make her a wanton?
    “Stop thinking about everything that frightens you and do this,” Andrew said, breaking into her thoughts like he had a window into her tormented soul.
    “How do you know what I was thinking?” she asked.
    He laughed. “You have an expressive face, Lysandra. Now stop dallying and do as I say.”
    Lysandra lifted her hand from her side. It trembled as she placed it flat on her belly and let it rest there. Her fingers had never felt so heavy or so hot to her before. She stared down at them, almost as if they belonged to some unwelcomed stranger.
    “Slide upward and touch your breasts,” he said, staring at her hand as intently as she was.
    Lysandra sucked in a breath and slowly, unsteadily, glided her hand up the apex of her body until her right palm covered her right breast lightly. Once again, she was struck by how foreign the sensation was. Of course she had touched herself innocently before, in the bath or while getting dressed…but this was something else. Now she noticed just how heavy and soft her breast was. How hard her nipple felt as her palm brushed it and how just that grazing touch could make a little frisson of pleasure jolt through her.
    She gasped and jerked her hand away.
    “No,” he urged, so soft and seductive. “Don’t stop.”
    She shivered and then rested her fingers back against her flesh. They were beginning to feel less foreign now, which allowed her to revel in the brush of her skin, the heat that increased as she first rested her hand back in its original position and then began to gently knead the flesh