Free Elizabeth's Education (Forbidden Lust) by Maggie Carpenter Page A

hand. He slipped a finger between her swollen lips, and she moaned.
    He pulled his hand away and slipped his arm around her waist, gently kissing the back of her neck, pressing himself against her. His hand moved up to her breast, pinched her nipple under the smooth silk, then began to caress and knead the soft orb. His breath was on her shoulders, and he felt her nipple grow hard under his touch. She was trembling, and he knew it was from a deep, carnal lust.
    He broke away and Elizabeth groaned in disappointment. She wanted him next to her, touching her most secret places. She could hear him move around the room and silently prayed he would quickly return, and continue to do those deliciously unspeakable things to her. She could feel her wanton wetness, she could feel her lips parted in need, and she ached for his hands on her body.
    Lord Michael dowsed all the lamps except one. It cast a warm glow around the room, and she breathed a wanting whimper as she heard him approach again. ‘How are you feeling?’ he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.
    ‘I, um, I don’t feel quite normal,’ she stuttered, not sure how to explain the hot urges racing through her body, or the scandalous desires dancing in her mind.
    ‘I am going to give you a choice, Elizabeth,’ he said, ‘which is not something I do very often. So I want you to listen very carefully.’
    A choice? Elizabeth stiffened. A choice of what?
    ‘I can untie you, put you to your bed, and the evening will be over,’ he explained. ‘You will never have to be dealt with by me again. Never be spanked or whipped, never have to perform menial tasks because I say so, never be made to do things you don’t want to do. It will be as though today and this evening never happened.’
    Elizabeth felt a panic rising from the pit of her tummy. He was going to leave her? She could hardly bear the thought.
    ‘Or, you can ask me to stay,’ he continued. ‘You can ask me to carry on with your training – for that is what I have been doing today – to teach you about your mind and body and spirit, and all they have to offer. The choice is yours, Elizabeth. Do I stay with you tonight, or do I leave you now?’
    So those were her choices, and she did not hesitate to follow her heart.
    ‘Oh sir, please stay,’ she begged. ‘Please stay with me!’
    Lord Michael’s lips brushed her shoulder and neck, and she moaned, feeling the pleasure pulsate through her. ‘Very well, Elizabeth, I shall stay,’ he murmured.
    ‘Oh, thank you, sir,’ she cried with gratitude and relief as he pressed against her, and she realised he was now naked. His hands were around her, cupping her breasts, his tongue tracing the contours of her dainty ear. She moaned, surrendering to his contact, desperately wanting him to touch her down there again, but too embarrassed to ask.
    But as if reading her thoughts he asked, ‘What would you like me to do now, Elizabeth?’
    ‘Whatever… whatever pleases you, sir.’
    ‘It’s all right, Elizabeth,’ he reassured her, ‘on this occasion you can tell me what would please you.’
    ‘Please, sir, would you touch me…’ she whispered, feeling flustered and embarrassed to be thinking what she was thinking, never mind saying it to a man – an older man who was still little more than a stranger, ‘would you touch me lower… between my legs, sir?’
    Lord Michael smiled, his hardness pressing against her naked bottom, and he moved his hands down her front. His fingers burrowed between her thighs, teasing her, and she held her breath in anticipation.
    ‘Oh, God ,’ she heard herself gasp. ‘More… please, more.’
    He moved his fingers and slowly manipulated her clitoris. She cried out, her legs all but giving way, but the bonds were secure and as he continued to play with her, dancing his fingers across her swollen bud, she felt something strange building within her.
    Her breathing became panting, and sobs crept from her throat. He increased his