The Lady's Tutor by Robin Schone Read Free Book Online

thrusting motion that a man uses to bring himself to climax
inside a woman and the grinding of his pelvis against hers to heighten her
sensation, hence the ‘pestle’ simile. Hez is a swinging motion. A woman
may thrust, or swing her hips upward, to meet the downward thrust of a man, or
she may swing her hips side to side to complement his grinding motions. There
will come a point when the motions of the man are too rapid or too powerful for
the woman to
move without dislodging him. At that time she may best please both him and
herself if she wraps her legs around his waist and simply holds on while he
brings them both to climax.”
    Electric sensation jolted Elizabeth’s body.
    The Bastard Sheikh’s words suddenly became visual images, as if
she watched mechanical slides in a magic lantern show. The pictures, however,
flashed behind her eyes instead of onto the wall before her. They were not the
innocent hand-painted slides she showed to her sons to amuse and educate them.
They were erotic pictures, explicit pictures illuminated by a light far hotter
than was the limelight inside a magic lantern.
    There was the man, naked, images advancing in rapid succession so
that he alternately thrust and rubbed his dusky brown body between pale,
outstretched legs that hitched higher, higher over lean, muscular hips. For the
first time in her life, the auburn-haired woman underneath him was completely
open and vulnerable. There was no stopping the man, he pounded and ground
himself into her softness and there was nothing she could do to hold
back her pleasure—
    Reality returned with the distant echo of a door slamming shut.
    Elizabeth blinked.
    The palms of her hands were wet. As were other, unthinkable parts
of her body.
    And they were not even halfway through the first lesson.
    She squared her shoulders. “Excuse me, may I borrow pen and ink? I
would like to make notations.”
    The breathtaking hypnotism of his eyes frosted over. “Do you plan
on consulting your notes when your husband comes to your bed, Mrs. Petre?” he
asked acidly.
    “If need be, Lord Safyre,” she returned imperturbably.
    He pushed a brass inkwell across his desk in reply. Opening a
drawer in his desk, he produced a pen.
    A heavy gold pen.
    It warmed between her fingers as if it were made of flesh instead
of metal.
    Determinedly dipping the nib into the inkwell, she poised the gold
pen above her notes. “Would you repeat what you said, please?”
    The forbidden images were blessedly absent in his colder, more
terse explanation.
    “Thank you, Lord Safyre.” She finished writing with a small
flourish and again consulted her notes. “The Introduction ends by giving the
full title of the sheikh’s work, The Perfumed Garden for the Soul’s
Recreation. Shall we go on to Chapter One?”
    The Bastard Sheikh smiled, a male smile, planning his revenge. “By
all means.”
    “The sheikh claims that men are excited by the use of perfumes—”
    “You are ahead of yourself, Mrs. Petre. Not only have you skipped
the beginning of the chapter, you have omitted two sub-chapters, ‘Qualities
Which Women Are Looking for in Men’ and ‘Various Lengths of the Virile Member.’”
    Virile member echoed
inside her ears.
    Elizabeth gripped the thick pen to calm her quickening breathing.
This was the moment she had dreaded, but now that it was there, she felt
strangely exhilarated.
    “I found little that was noteworthy, Lord Safyre,” she lied.
    “A pity, Mrs. Petre. You will remember that the Introduction ended
with the sheikh’s friend and adviser urging him to add to his work a supplement
to include such things as how to remove spells and methods to increase the size
of the virile member. Chapter One is named ‘Concerning Praiseworthy Men.’ The
sheikh places great emphasis on a man’s genitals. If your husband suffers from
sexual despondency, you must be able to judge whether it arises from the size
of his member, in which case you must know the correct