Miss Simpkins' School: Miranda by Raven McAllan

her waist scorched her skin. Pressure built inside her, and Miranda knew that for the first time ever she would tumble over the edge by someone else’s doing.
    Felix moved one of his hands and pinched her nub. She screamed and flew as the stars that had danced now joined together and a film of silver covered her eyes. The image of Felix wavered, splintered, and reformed as the mist cleared.
    “Now me.” He increased his thrusts slightly and she saw the strain on his face as he held back from being too violent.
    Miranda decided she would have none of it. It had to be all or nothing. With a determination she didn’t know she possessed, she took his hands and held them above his head while moving her body in time with his. Her breasts hovered near to his mouth.
    “Let me suckle as I come.” Felix voice sounded as if he was being tortured, which perhaps, she allowed, he was. “I need to pull out, but please let me taste you.”
    “Why... oh.” She realized he was being a gentleman and ensuring they didn’t create a child. Even as she let go of his hands and held one breast to his mouth, Miranda wondered if his concern was a good or a bad sign, then she stopped thinking and let her senses take over. The sting on her nipples as he sucked and nipped first one and then demanded the other fill his mouth to enable him to do the same, sent a shard of arousal to her quim and back. She began to shake in the first stage of a climax once more. Felix plunged deep inside her and then pulled back quickly. He moved his mouth, flipped her to one side, and spilled over himself and the sheets.
    Miranda panted as her body still shook from the intensity of her feelings. Felix stroked her hair.
    “All right?”
    She swore she purred like a contented kitten. “Oh yes. It was a perfect start.”
    Felix rolled over her. A swift glance showed her he’d released his legs, and kicked away the remains of his sliced and tattered pantaloons. How he’d managed it she neither knew nor cared. I wager he could have done that all along. The thought didn’t worry her. He’d been content to let her set the pace, and hopefully that boded well for the future.
    “Start?” he said in a deceptively soft voice, and raised one eyebrow, before he smiled in such a way that made her shiver. “You want more? Remember how old I am.” He slid one leg between hers. “You think my power of recovery is such that we can achieve all that again?”
    Miranda did her best to look as if his words surprised her. “But of course, although I was hoping we could achieve other things. I have been told you have a desire to spank.” Had she gone too far? What if it was malicious gossip? The jolt of disappointment amazed her. She’d long known the thought of that sting aroused her, and not only her. It seemed that sort of dominance appealed to more people than could be imagined. She decided to go for all or nothing.
    “I, my lord, have a desire to feel your hand on me. Only yours.”
    Felix knelt back and studied her face. “Just my hand? What about my crop? Or a specially made flogger? What if I desire to redden your arse like that?”
    Excitement coursed through her. Not just with his hand? Her quim tingled and her inner muscles clenched to hold back her juices as best she could. Really, to soak his legs would be all too easy, but surely a lady had to have some decorum?
    “Let it go,” Felix said. “If you are to be with me, never ever hold your desire in check. The first rule of any relationship is, in my opinion, to be open and honest.”
    So no decorum needed then? She relaxed her legs and felt the trickle of her arousal creep down her thigh.
    “Until I feel their sting I can not say.”
    “It shall be on our plan of action. Firstly though, I really need to get down on one knee. Perhaps though we could be unconventional and I ask you to marry me with you over my knee instead?”
    Miranda replayed his words in her mind. “Marry? You’ve been inside me once and