Free Burning Tigress by Jade Lee Page A

he'd only penetrated to his first knuckle.
    She slid her hand up his forearm to his wrist and abruptly pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth. She had no understanding of her actions, only that she wanted to taste more of him. It was disconcerting to feel touched in places that he couldn't possibly reach. If he could do this with just his fingers, how much more wonderful it would be with his whole penis in her mouth? The thought was thrilling beyond belief.
    "Give me the scrolls, Miss Charlotte."
    She couldn't focus on his words. She wanted to understand how she could tingle in places he hadn't stroked, how there could be heat and power pulsing in the back of her throat. And how that erotic pulse could continue all the way down her body deep into her womb.
    He withdrew abruptly, leaving her open and empty. "Give me the scrolls, Miss Charlotte."
    She swallowed. It took an act of will, so completely had he tied her to his power. "Or what?" she finally rasped.
    "Or I will teach you nothing more."
    She struggled to gather her thoughts. "I don't need you. The scrolls will teach me everything," she hedged.
    He looked unimpressed. "One or two scrolls that start in the middle? You are not so foolish as to believe that paper can show better than a teacher."
    No, it couldn't. She'd already looked at the pictures, even tried to decipher the Chinese characters, but nothing had imparted the tiniest clue about what she had just experienced.
    "If I give you the scrolls, you won't teach me anything. It's too dangerous for you. If my mother finds out..."
    His hands were in his lap, folded neatly. She stared at them, wondering at the power he possessed. Could he affect her from there? Could he touch her from across the room? How far did his abilities reach? She lifted her gaze to his eyes, only now noticing the sweat beading his upper lip. A quick glance showed that his male organ was large beneath his trousers. He was not unaffected by what he'd done. Perhaps he wanted to teach as much as she wanted to learn.
    "Teach me first," she offered. "I'll give you the scrolls afterward." That would give her time to have the text copied and translated.
    He waited a moment, looking at her with a steady, flat regard. She might have worried, so cold was his expression, except right beneath his hands she saw his sex twitch. He was quite large; she remembered from her unexpected view this morning. The demands of his organ must be equally huge. He would teach her, she realized with a sudden rush. His organ would demand it.
    As expected, he sighed and pushed to his feet. He moved slowly, and she guessed he was protecting himself from accidental jostling. She had learned from caring for her brother that a thickened male organ could be quite sensitive. Indeed, she had learned quite a lot when poor William had hit puberty. He had stimulated himself in the most inappropriate places and times. Rather than slap his hands, their mother had slapped his organ as a form of discipline. Charlotte surmised that Ken Jin was trying to avoid a similarly painful fate.
    "We can begin tomorrow," she offered as sweetly as she could manage. "When you are feeling more the thing."
    She avoided a gloating smile as he bowed before her. But a moment later, she felt a wash of sadness. He had returned to his place as servant, offering her respect without emotion. Her victory felt hollow.
    He straightened and walked to the door. "I regret that we could not come to an understanding, Miss Charlotte. Please allow me to return to my work. Your father will wish to check my progress when he returns."
    Charlotte blinked, confused. She had won, hadn't she? She stood up and headed slowly for the door. "So, I shall come back here tomorrow afternoon? We will begin then?"
    He shook his head. "No, Miss Charlotte. I regret to inform you that I cannot do as you request."
    "But I don't understand. Surely you aren't going to just stop... I mean, naturally you wish to continue at another time. Don't