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from her bed and prayed she would break her neck as she walked across the room to her tub. She sank into its warmth and wondered what he was doing this morning. Jerking upright and splashing the water into the floor she realized what she had been about to do. Forcing the lump in her throat down, she mentally put herself in check. The Laird McKregan was an arrogant womanizing bastard and she would not daydream about him!
Grabbing the cloth on the rim of the tub and scrubbing at her body until it turned red in protest Andra denied her tears access to her eyes. She lay back and immersed herself in the water, running her hands through her long hair. She took a deep breath, reached for the soap she used to wash her hair, and prayed she was strong enough to resist him.
After making sure her body was beyond clean, she wrapped herself in the soft robe and edged to the vanity. Andra brushed her wet hair until the tangles disappeared, desperately trying not to think about Kagan.
She braided her tresses, letting the braid hang over her shoulder and down to her waist. Her face softened as she turned to her bed and imagined Kagan stretched atop her, between her legs, rocking back and forth, loving her.
She stood abruptly and dressed herself in baggy pants and a striped shirt. She left the room and headed downstairs. Pierre Guston would be furious if she showed up late to lessons. And Ell'andra Duncan had never been late and never once had she questioned his teachings, no matter how odd and eerie they had seemed. No matter how disgusted she had been in his presence. He had taught her how to defend herself against men and women. He had tirelessly drilled it into her head just how to use her body to trick a man's attention, how to make a man fall to his knees if ever one tried to harm her.
Her stomach lurched as she remembered all the times he had made her touch him. He had shown her every part of his body and taught her how each part responded to pain. He had made her touch each sensitive spot on his body, teaching her how to pleasure or pain each spot. Andra's knees grew weak as she compared Pierre's shaft to Kagan's. Kagan was hard, huge and long, Pierre's was always soft and mushy and very wrinkled. She hated it when he would make her touch him and her stomach had always grown queasy. Kagan's was beautifully smooth and sleek, and she had wanted to touch his when he stood before her naked.
She went to the training grounds behind the stables. No one was about yet and she made her way into the trainer’s quarters. She knocked on Pierre's door. His shaved head emerged and towered slightly over her.
He frowned down at her, “ Your lessons are done, my sweet. I have taught you all you need to know. ”
Andra grinned, “ Then ye think I am ready to defend myself? ”
Pierre whispered, “ I am sorry, my sweet. Your Da has ended your lessons. Said you no longer needed them. ”
He stepped back into his room, “ It is good, and I must confess it has become hard to have you in my presence. I have grown very fond of you and your soft hands. I enjoy your caresses far more than a teacher should. ”
Andra cautiously stepped into the room, “ And there is nothin' left to teach me? ”
He pulled her by the shoulders farther into the room and locked the door behind her. “ What are ye doin'? ”
“ I do have one more lesson for you although I know I should not go against your father's wishes, ” he whispered as he swayed towards her, “ I have taught you how to use your body to your advantage, today's lesson will be a little different. ”
“ Different? ” she asked as she took another step back.
“ Yes, ” he purred as he grabbed her arms, “ Today you will learn that men have needs and women are the cure for those needs. ”
Andra tried to pull away as his fingers sank into her flesh. She kicked at his shins and spit in his face. He laughed and slapped her cheek. She forced herself to look at him in the eye. She was
Grabbing the cloth on the rim of the tub and scrubbing at her body until it turned red in protest Andra denied her tears access to her eyes. She lay back and immersed herself in the water, running her hands through her long hair. She took a deep breath, reached for the soap she used to wash her hair, and prayed she was strong enough to resist him.
After making sure her body was beyond clean, she wrapped herself in the soft robe and edged to the vanity. Andra brushed her wet hair until the tangles disappeared, desperately trying not to think about Kagan.
She braided her tresses, letting the braid hang over her shoulder and down to her waist. Her face softened as she turned to her bed and imagined Kagan stretched atop her, between her legs, rocking back and forth, loving her.
She stood abruptly and dressed herself in baggy pants and a striped shirt. She left the room and headed downstairs. Pierre Guston would be furious if she showed up late to lessons. And Ell'andra Duncan had never been late and never once had she questioned his teachings, no matter how odd and eerie they had seemed. No matter how disgusted she had been in his presence. He had taught her how to defend herself against men and women. He had tirelessly drilled it into her head just how to use her body to trick a man's attention, how to make a man fall to his knees if ever one tried to harm her.
Her stomach lurched as she remembered all the times he had made her touch him. He had shown her every part of his body and taught her how each part responded to pain. He had made her touch each sensitive spot on his body, teaching her how to pleasure or pain each spot. Andra's knees grew weak as she compared Pierre's shaft to Kagan's. Kagan was hard, huge and long, Pierre's was always soft and mushy and very wrinkled. She hated it when he would make her touch him and her stomach had always grown queasy. Kagan's was beautifully smooth and sleek, and she had wanted to touch his when he stood before her naked.
She went to the training grounds behind the stables. No one was about yet and she made her way into the trainer’s quarters. She knocked on Pierre's door. His shaved head emerged and towered slightly over her.
He frowned down at her, “ Your lessons are done, my sweet. I have taught you all you need to know. ”
Andra grinned, “ Then ye think I am ready to defend myself? ”
Pierre whispered, “ I am sorry, my sweet. Your Da has ended your lessons. Said you no longer needed them. ”
He stepped back into his room, “ It is good, and I must confess it has become hard to have you in my presence. I have grown very fond of you and your soft hands. I enjoy your caresses far more than a teacher should. ”
Andra cautiously stepped into the room, “ And there is nothin' left to teach me? ”
He pulled her by the shoulders farther into the room and locked the door behind her. “ What are ye doin'? ”
“ I do have one more lesson for you although I know I should not go against your father's wishes, ” he whispered as he swayed towards her, “ I have taught you how to use your body to your advantage, today's lesson will be a little different. ”
“ Different? ” she asked as she took another step back.
“ Yes, ” he purred as he grabbed her arms, “ Today you will learn that men have needs and women are the cure for those needs. ”
Andra tried to pull away as his fingers sank into her flesh. She kicked at his shins and spit in his face. He laughed and slapped her cheek. She forced herself to look at him in the eye. She was
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