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  A PRIVATE LESSON

  J. A. Bailey

  Erotic Romance

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  A PRIVATE LESSON

  J. A. Bailey

  Copyright © 2013

  Cassie hurried down the wide hallway of the school, her footsteps echoing in the vast empty space. Everyone else was in class and the rustling of paper and the occasional shout from a teacher urged her along.

  Mapledale School for Girls was nestled in the heart of Hampshire and was one of the most exclusive schools in England. With its impressive Victorian architecture and excellent academic reputation, rich parents happily forked out thousands to send their children to Mapledale.

  Would she miss it here? It was the last day of term and she was leaving, after many content years at the school. Moving onto better things, she hoped.

  She reached the offices at the back of the building, her courage slowly deserting her. The secretary wasn’t around, as she knew she wouldn’t be, and all that stood between her and what she longed for most was a dark oak door.

  Her gaze traced the lettering on the door. ‘Mr. J. Knight. Headmaster.’

  Her heart thudded painfully against her chest as she neared it. Dare she do this?

  For three long years, she’d watched him from afar, yearning to feel his strong hands upon her. Mr. Knight was unlike any headmaster she’d ever seen before. In his late thirties, he still had dark hair, with the slightest hint of grey at the temples, and he was breath taking. A strong aquiline nose led down to the most kissable lips she had ever seen, all set within a strong jaw.

  Though she’d never seen underneath his crisp white shirts, it was clear the body of a God was underneath them. She understood he worked out regularly and had seen him play football a few times in charity matches when the teachers played against the school football team. Her mouth had run dry at the sight of his muscular legs and, for the life of her, she couldn’t ever remember who won.

  So this was it. The day she stopped longing and took action.

  Mr. Knight wasn’t married. Why that was, she was unsure, but she’d heard he’d yet to find someone with the ability to keep up with him in the bedroom. Realising a giggle, she shook her head. How could any woman tire of such a man?

  Taking a breath, she knocked, the sound amplified as the blood rushed in her ears.

  “Enter.”

  Cassie’s hand shook on the knob, her mind willing her to turn back. She twisted the handle, the knowledge of him sitting on the other side of the door forcing her forwards. She needed to know.

  She needed to know what it would be like to make love to him. Just once.

  Mr. Knight sat behind a huge mahogany desk, a grand piece of furniture fit for the headmaster of the prestigious school. Most men would look small and insig
nificant behind such a table but not Mr. Knight. His presence was entirely undiminished.

  Licking her dry lips, Cassie took him in. He kept his sleeves rolled up and his collar was open, revealing a slight hint of tanned smooth flesh. A dark waistcoat sat over the top of his shirt and over the back of the chair was his suit jacket. Oh, how she dreamed of unbuttoning those waistcoats.

  His pale blue eyes darted up from his papers. “Miss Bennett, shouldn’t you be in class?”

  “Yes, Mr. Knight, but I…” She took a shaky breath. “I need to discuss something with you.”

  A frown crossed over his face. “Can it wait? I’m rather busy.” He motioned to the stack of papers on the desk.

  Her cheeks heated and she fought the temptation to leave but a flicker of determination forced her on. “Not really, Mr. Knight. I’m leaving school today, you see.”

  “Yes, I know.”

  Chewing on her lip, Cassie wondered how she should broach the subject.

  “Won’t you sit?”

  He motioned to the chair opposite, sensing her reluctance, and probably assuming she needed to discuss a problem with him. He was acknowledged as exceptionally open with pupils and he always asked people to come to him should they have any important issues.

  And it was important. Only it wasn’t the type of issue he was thinking of.

  His gaze skimmed over her legs briefly as she sat down, her black skirt riding up her thighs. Her sex tingled at his appraisal and her confidence bolstered. He normally never gave her more than the briefest of glances and the occasional odd courteous nod, but for the first time ever he was genuinely taking notice of her.

  “You see, Mr. Knight...I want…that is…Well, it’s my last day here…”

  “Yes, you said that.” He told her with the raise of an eyebrow. Placing his pen down and propping his chin on his hands, he eyed her as she flustered under his intense gaze.

  “Well, the thing is…” She licked at her lips. “I want you to fuck me,” she spilled out in a whisper.

  His expression froze as Cassie fidgeted in her seat. She resisted the urge to bury her warm face in her hands and held his gaze.

  “What?” His voice came out strangled.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she declared, bringing her chin up.

  Mr. Knight stood abruptly, his chair sliding back with a squeal, and turned to face the bevelled window behind him.

  Cassie waited, feeling as though she were awaiting a death sentence. He was going to turn her away, wasn’t he? And she would be forced to live with the fact she had never felt his cock inside of her as well as the humiliation of rejection.

  After an interminable time, he turned back to her, leaning forwards and propping his fists on the desk so his eyes bore into hers.

  “It’s against school regulations, you know?”

  Cassie nodded vigorously.

  “If anyone found out, there would be repercussions.”

  She nodded again, with hope blossoming in her chest.

  Straightening abruptly, Mr. Knight came around the desk and stood in front of her chair forcing her to crane her neck to look up at him.

  Reaching for her hand, he yanked her roughly to her feet so she stood mere inches from him. His breath came brushing over her hair and the musky smell of him pervaded the air. Her legs juddered with anticipation and a great fiery heat spread through her arm at his touch.

  “If we do this,” he told her as he leant forwards, “we will do this properly.”

  Cassie swallowed, all coherent thoughts stolen from her as his mouth danced dangerously near to hers. She could not even muster the vaguest of responses.

  “I want everything, do you understand? Not just some quick fuck. I want you willing and eager.”

  He left his lips hovering torturously close.

  “Yes, yes, everything,” she agreed desperately.

  Considering her for a moment, his eyes absorbed the lust-filled look in hers before darting down to her lips and tracing along the smooth curve of her cheek.

  “You’ll do anything I ask?”

  “Yes.”

  Her knees virtually buckled as his hands came around her, one hand on her lower back and the other to the back of her neck, burying under her bright blonde curls. The heat of his hand seeped through her shirt, sending shivers up and down her spine.

  His lips came to her ear, his breaths tickling her and causing her to shake.

  “Anything?”

  She nodded mutely, her mind hazy with desire.

  His lips came around her lobe, suckling and biting, and she gripped at his shoulders with a gasp. His hot mouth skimmed over her cheek and met her lips, the feeling unlike anything she ever imagined.

  Tongue probing, seeking entrance, she gladly accepted him, kissing him back with relish. He bundled her to him, crushing her breasts against his unrelenting chest, and his rigid arousal pressed through the fabric of his trousers. She rocked against it, hoping to end the ache that took hold whenever she was around him.

  Anything. She would do anything for this man.

  He broke the kiss abruptly, leaving her to sway precariously. She gaped as he made his way back around the desk and sat down. Patting his leg, he motioned for her to join him.

  Trying not to seem too eager, she sauntered over, enjoying how his eyes observed the sway of her hips.

  Her feeling of superiority quickly vanished when he grabbed at her hand, pulling her over his lap.

  She squealed in surprise and levered herself back up, but his hand upon her back pinned her down. She quickly stopped her struggles as his other hand traced circles up her inner thigh. Incredibly, her vulnerable position enhanced the excitement thundering through her at having his fingers upon her skin.

  Ever so slowly, his fingers continued up until they settled beneath her skirt. They brushed at the curve of her buttocks and she jolted. A resonant chuckle sounded from him as she wriggled under his grip, desperate for his fingers to explore the rest of her body.

  Unexpectedly, his hand left her back and yanked up her skirt as the other one hauled down her underwear. Cool air drifted over her bare bottom and she shuddered with anticipation. His warm palm brushed over her pale flesh and her eyes drifted shut at the exquisiteness of it. She knew it would be like this.

  “Oh!” Her lids flew open as his hand slapped at her bottom, the crack of flesh hitting flesh reverberating through the room.

  Cassie barely had time to recover from the shock, when he did it again. His hand came down heavily, causing a sharp sting in her buttocks.

  She whimpered as he repeated the action, each time coming down harder and harder. And though it hurt, her pussy was getting wetter with every slap. It clenched with each spank and she found her bottom reaching up to meet his smacks.

  Mr. Knight varied the blows, never hitting her bottom on the same place twice. He would pause briefly, leaving her to wait with bated breath and his hand would swoop down again, the sharp slap ringing in her ears. He spanked her with ardour, growling at her reaction, until she was sure her bottom would go numb.

  She squealed as he let loose one last stinging slap before swiftly burying his fingers between her thighs. She was sodden and his fingers slipped in easily. Her sex twitched. Oh God, she was approaching climax already, his brutal treatment of her bottom bringing her agonisingly near the edge.

  His other hand came behind her, spreading her lips wider with his fingers and as she turned her head to look at him, she spotted him admiring her.

  “You are exquisite,” he murmured as he pushed deeper.

  Cassie couldn’t respond. All she was capable of was bucking with pleasure as he plunged harder and faster.

  “Oh, God.”

  One finger brushed over her clit, and that was it, she exploded, her orgasm racking her body. He kept his fingers there, milking her for all she was worth until she collapsed over his thighs.

  Although spent, she sighed when he withdrew his hand, the scent of her juices filling the
air. But she remembered more was to come. Everything, he had said. Cassie hadn’t questioned what he meant, but if merely riding his fingers felt that good, she could not help but anxiously await whatever came next.

  Tenderly, he helped her to her feet, a smile flickering on his lips as he gently pulled up her panties, giving her bottom an affectionate pat. Cassie briefly wondered if that was it but from the great size of his manhood jutting against his trousers, she couldn’t believe that.

  He caught her gaze and detected the movement of her mouth, the way her tongue licked at her lips as if eyeing a tasty morsel, and his grin extended.

  “Would you like a taste, beautiful?”

  Cassie looked up at him with surprise; unable to believe he had the ability to read her so easily. She had dreamt of sucking his cock many, many times.

  He touched a hand to his belt buckle.

  “Yes.”

  He stilled. “Yes, what?”

  Cassie’s brows furrowed as she stared at him. “Yes, please…?”

  Mr Knight shook his head with a smile. “Close.” He considered her down his nose. “How about we try, ‘Yes, Sir?’”

  “I see,” she breathed. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  He continued with his belt buckle, drawing the belt from his trousers slowly and ominously. He flicked a grin at her when he observed her wide eyes following the movements of his leather belt.

  “My, my, Miss Bennett. One spank and it’s all you can think of.”

  She blushed furiously, unable to meet his teasing expression. She kept her gaze glued to his crotch, waiting for the moment he would release his erection.

  Casually, he popped the button on his trousers and pulled down the zipper. She examined the outline of it through his underwear and it looked every bit as big as she imagined.