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

her. He adored how she was kneeling before him, her eyes filled with uneasy expectancy.
    He gently guided her cheek to rest upon his knee, closed his eyes and stroked her hair. Her lustrous curls wrapped around his fingers, and he couldn’t help but imagine the taking of her maidenhead, feeling himself stir again mere inches from her soft lips.
    ‘Elizabeth,’ he said, and she raised her head to look at him. ‘Tell me how you feel.’
    She thought for a moment, before saying, ‘Full of grace, sir.’
    He had asked many women to describe their initial feelings in submission, and had never heard it phrased so eloquently. He reached under her arms and pulled her up onto his lap, and she snuggled into him.
    ‘That’s very good to know, Elizabeth,’ he whispered.
    ‘I wish only to please you, sir,’ she replied softly, surprising herself with the sincerity of the response.
    He placed a hand under her chin, raising her face. He touched his lips to hers and she quivered, thrilled by the kiss. His lips travelled to her cheek, kissed her lightly a few times, then slowly down to her throat, just beneath her delicate ear, feeling her gentle pulse. She swooned and felt completely breathless, and gasped as she felt a strong hand cup one of her breasts, sending a dizzying chill down her spine, making her tremble.
    Reluctantly he moved his hand from her soft breast, and took a deep breath. ‘All right, Elizabeth,’ he said, regaining his composure. ‘Let me take a good look at you. Stand up.’
    She had difficulty obeying the instruction. Her knees were weak and she felt quite faint, to the extent that he steadied her as she rose from his lap, then catching her breath she stood obediently in front of him.
    ‘You’re not terribly well turned out, are you, Elizabeth?’ he commented, frowning a little.
    She felt her face flush. ‘No, sir,’ she admitted, now sorry she had not taken more time and trouble over her appearance.
    ‘Why is that? Do I not warrant care and attention to your person?’
    ‘Oh, yes sir, of course you do, sir,’ she said insistently. ‘I was just hungry and therefore in a hurry,’ she answered, knowing it was a feeble excuse.
    ‘That is not acceptable, Elizabeth,’ he admonished sternly. Go back up to your room and make yourself more presentable. Before you do, however, bring me my boots for inspection. I trust they are well polished?’
    ‘Yes sir,’ she replied. ‘You’ll have no cause for complaint, sir.’
    ‘Off you go then, and be quick about it.’ With an indifferent wave he dismissed Elizabeth as though suddenly intensely bored of her presence, and she could not quite believe how deep that attitude stung her – only a few hours before she would not have cared one jot about what he, or anyone for that matter, thought of her.
    As the door closed behind her Lord Michael inhaled deeply. He stood up and paced back and forth in front of the fire, deep in thought. He simply did not normally respond to women in such a profound way as this. He wandered over to the windows and gazed distractedly out. The beauty of the grounds calmed him, but something on the floor, near the desk, caught his eye.
    Looking down he spied Elizabeth’s fine underwear. He had completely forgotten all about it. Recalling the immense pleasure of sliding the sensuous material across her shapely bottom, he reached down and picked up the delicate lingerie. Then raising it to his face he breathed in her fragrance, feeling his member stir yet again. Tonight, he decided, deeply inhaling her body’s essence. Tonight, she would be his.
    He put the underwear in his pocket, and by the time the luscious girl returned, carrying his heavy boots, he had regained his equanimity.
    ‘Bring them here,’ he ordered. ‘I shall inspect them whilst you make yourself presentable,’ he said, his voice firm.
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she replied, strangely happy to obey, and moved towards him.
    His eyes fell to her breasts, easily admired within