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  Maybelle stood only in a petticoat, chemise, corset, stockings, and of course, her slippers. A shiver shot through her as the cool air around her flecked goose bumps across the exposed skin of her arms. She could slowly feel herself growing wet, anticipating more.

  Edmund stared at her for a long moment, then clamped his jaw and stripped off his jacket, flinging it off to the side. His erection was visibly pressing against his trousers.

  Maybelle undid the lacing that held her petticoats in place, along with all the tapes, and let them drop from her arms and legs down around her feet with her gown, leaving her only in her chemise and corset.

  Stepping outside the heap of clothing around her feet, she moved closer toward him, and grabbed hold of his vest jacket right where the buttons held it closed. In one rough, solid movement, she ripped it apart, spraying his buttons everywhere. She slid her hands beneath his vest and pushed it off from his muscled shoulders and down to the floor.

  He grinned down at her. “You can damn well do that anytime you please.”

  “I shall remember that.” She pushed him toward the wall behind him until his solid back thudded against it, then fingered his cravat for a moment, eyeing him.

  “Go on,” he prodded. “Do what you will.”

  “Gladly.” She undid his cravat, stripped it from around his collar, and tossed it off to the side. She then removed his stiff collar, also tossing it off to the side, then worked open his cotton shirt. Yanking it out of his trousers, she pulled it up over his head and let it also join the rest of their clothes on the floor.

  Edmund’s exposed, wide, and muscled chest made her pulse thunder as she slowly leaned in and splayed her fingers over one of his hardened nipples.

  He watched her the whole time, his smooth-shaven jaw tight, his eyes hooded, and his chest rising and falling as if he were struggling to breathe.

  She loved having this much control over him. She smiled and dragged her hands down his smooth, almost velvet muscled sides. Toward his trousers.

  Edmund caught her wrists before she had a chance to go any farther. “Is this what you want?” he quietly demanded. “Truly?”

  Maybelle yanked her wrists free and stepped away from him, giving him the sultriest look she could possibly bestow on him. “It is exactly what I want. Is this what you want?”

  “Yes. Bloody yes.” He licked his bottom lip, letting his eyes travel down the length of her. “Walk up those stairs. Slowly. I want to watch the way you walk. Make your way toward the second door on your right.”

  Maybelle half nodded, took in a shaky, excited breath, and turned away. She set her hand on the mahogany banister and walked up the stairs, sliding her hand up along the length of the polished wood.

  She could feel his eyes watching her. Wanting her. Which is why in that moment, she wanted to give him more. So much more. With her other hand, the one that wasn’t on the banister, she reached up and started pulling out each and every pin from her hair and tossing it aside. The weight of her heavy curls soon gave way and they tumbled down and around her shoulders and halfway down her back.

  She heard him mount the first stair at the bottom of the staircase behind her and pause.

  She smiled to herself, knowing she was the one in control and despite the little watching game he wanted to play, she wanted to play something else. Maybelle darted up the remaining stairs and skidded into the corridor.

  “Depriving me already, are you?!” he yelled from behind her, laughing. The staircase sounded as if it was being pounded by a herd of horses as he ran up after her.

  She laughed as her chemise fumbled around her thighs and legs. She sprinted for the second door. Finding the door wide open, and hearing Edmund’s running steps behind her, she darted into the bedroom.

  Maybelle slid to an abrupt halt at the unexpected atmosphere. Her eyes widened and her lips slightly parted.

  The entire room had been adorned in white. Pure, beautiful white. From the large four-poster bed to all the pillows and linens to the heavy curtains hanging around it. More rose petals were scattered on the floor of the room. And it was the most beautiful thing she had ever witnessed in her life. Worthy of a lady. Worthy of her.

  “I have you now!”

  Bare, muscular arms folded around her front side and yanked her back. Maybelle screamed out a laugh and tried to move them forward. Together they stumbled several steps toward the bed until they both fell onto the white, soft paradise.

  Edmund grabbed her waist and tossed her onto her stomach. He crawled onto the back of her. “This damn corset must be removed at once.” She could now feel him tugging and pulling as he worked to undo the long set of laces.

  To her surprise, right before her on the linens laid none other than the dildo she’d given him in class.

  “What is this?” She snatched it up, grinned, and tried glancing back at him. His muscles shifted across his wide chest and arms as he frantically worked to free her.

  He glanced at what she held. “You instructed your students to keep it at their bedside. Inform me the moment you wish to make use of it.”

  She laughed and tossed it aside. “Not on the first try.” She paused and realized he was still tugging at her corset, trying to get it off. “I would assist if I could reach,” she offered playfully, shifting beneath him.

  “I require no assistance in this,” he snapped, tugging and pulling at her corset. “I rather enjoy unwrapping gifts.” He finally yanked the corset free, causing her to take in a wonderfully deep breath that momentarily faded the room.

  He tossed it toward the other side of the bed, rolled her onto her back, and pinned her wrists down just above her head, showing off the beautiful expanse of his muscled chest and well-defined arms.

  Maybelle stared up at him in newfound awe. The man truly was breathtaking. A woman could not ask for more.

  His black hair was scattered in every direction, some longer strands hanging into his eyes. He looked down at her, holding the biggest grin any man could hold. As if he had just conquered the world. “What shall we do now?”

  “Must you ask?” she drawled up at him.

  “That tongue of yours is going to cost you your chemise.” He released her, reached down, and shoved her chemise all the way up her body. He yanked it over her head and whipped it off to the side.

  She was completely naked except for her stockings and slippers. Which he quickly disposed of. While he, God help her, still straddled her dressed in his trousers and boots.

  Her pulse beat wildly within her throat as his eyes raked over her breasts. He sat up, pinning the lower half of her body between his trouser-clad thighs. His large hands slid over her breasts, slowly, causing her nipples to harden and her body to writhe, wanting more of his touch.

  She pushed herself up against his erection. “Please,” she whispered up at him, squirming. “No more waiting.”

  Edmund grabbed hold of her wrists again and pinned them up over her head. He leaned closer and whispered back, “Tell me what it is you want.”

  Maybelle took in a sharp breath as he leaned farther down and gently kissed her parted lips.

  “Say it,” he murmured.

  “Take me,” she breathlessly said, wishing he damn well would.

  He momentarily drew away. “I think I have a right to demand a little more from my teacher. Tell me exactly what you need me to do.”

  She gritted her teeth and struggled against him, wishing he would just take control. “Please.”

  “Please what?” He leaned in again and unexpectedly wet her lips with a hot, playful tongue.

  She tightly shut her eyes, her world spinning out of control. Her breath escaped in panicked breaths as he licked her lips again.

  “Maybelle,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling the area around her mouth, “I shall gladly give you everything and anything you want. All you need do is ask.”

  Everything? Anything? She swallowed. What did he mean by t
hat?

  “Maybelle,” he murmured, the heat of his body feeling much closer than it ever had before. “Look at me.”

  She opened her eyes and gazed directly up into fathomless obsidian eyes. His nose was practically touching her own as strands of his black hair seductively feathered her forehead.

  He softly caught her bottom lip between his teeth, still watching her, then released it. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured.

  “You. I want you.” And truer words she’d never spoken in her life.

  “Details, darling. Bestow upon me all of the details.” He sensually trailed his lips down the bare curve of her neck. His chin nudged her every now and then. Her entire neck was now wet as if he were trying to drown her with his mouth.

  “I wish for you to be inside of me,” she begged.

  “Inside of which part?” he dared. “There is your mouth, your cunt, and of course, your ass. Be specific.”

  Her breath now came in short gasps in disbelief. At how naughty he wanted her to be. “My…cunt.”

  He tightened his hold on her wrists, still keeping them over her head, and lowered his mouth to her nipple. He sucked it hard, the aggression sending her pulse racing for want of more. He lifted his lips for a moment. “Are you certain?”

  Oh God, she could not take any more suffering! “Edmund, I will scream if you bloody make me wait a moment longer.”

  “I’d rather you scream once I’m inside you.” He released his hold on her wrists and then slid his bare hands up her thighs.

  Thankful that she was finally free to touch him, she wrapped her arms around his smooth shoulders and yanked him down against her.

  He chuckled as his large hands moved farther and farther up her thighs.

  “Edmund,” she pleaded, unable to give the required command, “why must you take so long?”

  He lifted his ruffled head from her chest, his moist hands still pushed against her upper thighs, and glanced over his shoulder. “What? Is someone else waiting? Is that it?”

  She laughed despite herself. “Edmund!”

  “So damn impatient. Where do you get it from?” His hands kept trailing until finally his fingers moved between and into her wet folds. She gasped, feeling his fingers stealing into her.

  “Yes,” she rasped. She closed her eyes as he slowly rubbed his rigid fingers between the folds of her wetness. Her thighs quivered in response.

  “Tell me you want me,” he urgently said, his harsh lips moving up and down her neck.

  His fingers moved faster and faster, going deeper and deeper into her, until she was gasping and squirming and wanting and yearning.

  “Tell me you want me, Maybelle. I wish to hear it. I wish to hear you say it.”

  Feeling as though her world were about to explode into thousands and thousands of glittering shards of pleasure, she choked out, “I—I want you. Desperately.”

  “As I want you.” He rose, withdrawing his fingers from deep inside of her and undid his trousers, leaving only cool air around her for a moment.

  He removed his boots, sending them skidding across the floor. After undoing a few buttons and tapes, he stripped off his trousers and the drawers beneath. His large, solid cock sprang forth, pointing rigidly toward her as he climbed back on top of her, gloriously naked.

  Maybelle wet her lips at seeing the rounded head of his shaft bead with seed.

  He leaned toward her, his velvet heat spreading across her naked body. He shifted on top of her, his cock now pressing hard into her thigh.

  But he still didn’t try to put it inside of her.

  He stared down at her for a long moment. “Do you want protection from my seed?”

  She swallowed, thankful that he was able to even think for both of them. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

  “My lady has spoken.” He reached down, grabbed hold of his shaft, and with his dark eyes holding hers, slid it slowly into the tight opening between her legs, pushing up against her nub. “Open more to me.”

  She relaxed and spread her legs open wider.

  “You are mine all of this day and all of this night.” Holding her gaze, he thrust into her and hissed out, “Mine.” She gasped as he slid in deeper and deeper still. A sense of complete belonging filled her very core.

  He slowly worked in and out, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her entire body with every smooth movement.

  “Damn,” he hoarsely said. “You feel incredible. Is your body able to take more?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He grabbed her waist firmly and kneeled, lifting both himself and her hips up off the bed.

  Edmund clenched his jaw and began to feverishly work himself in and out of her. She opened her mouth to tell him how wonderful he felt, but could only gasp against his every thrust.

  He pushed into her again and again, rhythmically showering her entire body with endless pleasurable sensations that only seemed to build more force.

  Her breathing came in ragged, loud gasps as she tried to keep up. She struggled to push up against him, wanting more and more of his slick length. His shaft went even deeper, now not only hitting the core of her nub, but the very wall of her womb.

  Maybelle caught hold of his waist, and refused to let him stop as that wild, mounting sensation overtook every nerve in her tightly coiled body.

  “Yes,” he panted, closing his eyes and tilting his dark head back as he continued to bang into her. “More. Give me more.”

  Maybelle moved as rapidly as she could against him, picking up more power and more force, causing him to moan so loud, she thought she would burst from the pleasure of hearing him. Just as she reached the highest level of erotic sensations she ever thought possible, her body shuddered in response to the most extreme pleasure even his mouth hadn’t been able to give her. She felt herself swelling around his shaft and cried out in disbelief.

  He lowered himself to her and covered both her cry and her mouth fully with his own. He grabbed her hand and forced it down hard between them. He set her fingers into a V around his thick erection so she could feel him as he continued to jerk in and out of her.

  Her wetness slathered her fingers as he worked more intently. His body momentarily stiffened and he quickly slipped out of her. Using her hand, he closed all of her wet fingers around the tip of his shaft and continued pleasuring himself in her hand as he grunted into her mouth, refusing to let her lips go even for a moment.

  Maybelle sucked his tongue deep into her mouth and in that moment, he tensed and his hard cock rigidly convulsed against her slippery fingers. He thrust into her hand one last time, groaning, and out poured his warm, thick seed into her palm.

  He collapsed beside her and yanked her tightly against him, laying her head against his chest. As she remained pressed against his nakedness, his deep breathing and the rapid beating of his heart eventually returned to normal.

  Only then did the bed around them reappear.

  Maybelle slid her hands around him, toward the expanse of his broad back, and spread his seed against his moist skin, enjoying the feel of doing it. “Pardon me,” she whispered, smiling shyly.

  “Not at all.” Edmund placed a lingering kiss on her cheek and murmured, “That was incredible. Simply incredible.” He took in a deep, well-sated breath and let it out.

  Heaven help her, it was incredible.

  He leaned over her, his black strands of hair framing his face. An unexpected form of tenderness that made her heart jump beamed from his rugged, flushed face. It was as if he were a new man. Yet…the same.

  His dark eyes searched her face, glowing with an amazing softness she’d never seen before. “You are not permitted to leave this bed until morning.”

  She nuzzled against him, oddly content. “I would never dare dream of it, Your Grace.”

  Lesson Seventeen

  Only fools lead themselves to believe that after the game is over everything will fall perfectly back into pla
ce as it was once before.The only thing to ever fall into place, however, is reality. For every conquest comes with a price.Some simply cost more than others.—The School of Gallantry

  Evening had long been at hand, spreading cozy shadows into every corner of the bedroom. All the candles which had been earlier lit were already down to their stubs and Maybelle wondered how much longer she would last. Like the dwindling wax of the candles, her body felt thoroughly spent from all their encounters. Yet she felt so glorious. And content. Not to mention unusually happy.