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‘You’re clearly going to be a good pupil. That’s enough, Livia, you can stop now.’ A wave of relief swept over Chloe, because Livia was clever and had begun tapping the side of Chloe’s clitoris with the soft pad of her index finger, an exquisite sensation.
Carlos unbuckled the belt holding Chloe to the stool and pulled her upright. She stood in front of him, naked, still handcuffed, and swaying a little from the effort of subduing her body’s natural responses.
His lips parted and then the almost detached expression on his face changed abruptly as his eyes grew bright. ‘That’s how I wanted to see you,’ he muttered thickly. ‘That’s how the discipline works.’
As he spoke, he grabbed her round the waist and threw her roughly on to the bed, pushing her fastened hands above her head and pinning them down with his right hand, while his left pinched her right nipple hard.
She didn’t dare make a sound in case he stopped. Her skin was burning, and she ached so badly between her thighs that when he thrust into her she wanted to cry out with gratitude because at last he was satisfying the dreadful need that was beginning to consume her.
He’d never taken her so abruptly, without a single caress or kiss, but she wrapped her legs round his waist and tightened herself around him so that they both climaxed at the same moment, and she shuddered with the painful intensity of her orgasm.
Carlos was breathing heavily when he withdrew, and he glanced down at her with a look of surprise in his eyes.
‘No wonder you gave up the idea of becoming a nun,’ he remarked drily. ‘Tomorrow, you and I must talk.’
Before Chloe could reply, he got off the bed and left the bedroom, taking Livia with him.
CHAPTER
8
T he next morning Chloe got up early, determined to be out of the house before Carlos had a chance to speak to her. She didn’t want to talk to him, couldn’t face any discussion about what had gone on the night before. All she wanted was to get away from the house, and then try to come to terms with what she’d allowed to happen to her.
Quickly she boiled the kettle and made herself a cup of coffee. It was still only eight o’clock, so she felt quite safe; eight-thirty was the earliest she’d ever seen Carlos up and about, and Mrs Clarke, the housekeeper, didn’t start work until nine. However, when she heard the kitchen door open, she knew, even before she turned her head, that he’d decided to make today an exception, and her stomach fluttered.
‘You’re up early,’ he commented. ‘Will the office be open if you go in now?’
‘I’ve got my own set of keys, because I’m often the last to leave.’
‘What a diligent young lady you are. I hope your supervisor realises what a little treasure she has working for her.’
‘Lizzie appreciates what I do, if that’s what you mean.’
Carlos looked at her with interest, his eyes once moreseeming to assess her. She found this habit of his unsettling, but at the same time exciting. It was as though he wasn’t seeing the persona she presented to the world, but some private part of her that she didn’t yet know about herself.
‘I want you back here by seven tonight,’ he said after a pause. ‘I hope that won’t present any difficulties?’
‘Actually it will. We’re having a committee meeting to discuss the dinner. It won’t be over by then.’
‘In that case you’ll have to leave early.’
‘I can’t do that,’ replied Chloe firmly. ‘What does it matter to you when I get back?’
‘There’s something that I want you to do tonight, and it’s planned for seven o’clock. Punctuality is in itself a kind of discipline, as I’m sure the nuns taught you.’
‘I don’t think I want to bring the nuns into this discussion. Your kind of discipline has nothing to do with religion,’ she said hotly.
‘I never said it had. There are many kinds of discipline, and after last night it’s clear to me that you can adjust to them
Carlos unbuckled the belt holding Chloe to the stool and pulled her upright. She stood in front of him, naked, still handcuffed, and swaying a little from the effort of subduing her body’s natural responses.
His lips parted and then the almost detached expression on his face changed abruptly as his eyes grew bright. ‘That’s how I wanted to see you,’ he muttered thickly. ‘That’s how the discipline works.’
As he spoke, he grabbed her round the waist and threw her roughly on to the bed, pushing her fastened hands above her head and pinning them down with his right hand, while his left pinched her right nipple hard.
She didn’t dare make a sound in case he stopped. Her skin was burning, and she ached so badly between her thighs that when he thrust into her she wanted to cry out with gratitude because at last he was satisfying the dreadful need that was beginning to consume her.
He’d never taken her so abruptly, without a single caress or kiss, but she wrapped her legs round his waist and tightened herself around him so that they both climaxed at the same moment, and she shuddered with the painful intensity of her orgasm.
Carlos was breathing heavily when he withdrew, and he glanced down at her with a look of surprise in his eyes.
‘No wonder you gave up the idea of becoming a nun,’ he remarked drily. ‘Tomorrow, you and I must talk.’
Before Chloe could reply, he got off the bed and left the bedroom, taking Livia with him.
CHAPTER
8
T he next morning Chloe got up early, determined to be out of the house before Carlos had a chance to speak to her. She didn’t want to talk to him, couldn’t face any discussion about what had gone on the night before. All she wanted was to get away from the house, and then try to come to terms with what she’d allowed to happen to her.
Quickly she boiled the kettle and made herself a cup of coffee. It was still only eight o’clock, so she felt quite safe; eight-thirty was the earliest she’d ever seen Carlos up and about, and Mrs Clarke, the housekeeper, didn’t start work until nine. However, when she heard the kitchen door open, she knew, even before she turned her head, that he’d decided to make today an exception, and her stomach fluttered.
‘You’re up early,’ he commented. ‘Will the office be open if you go in now?’
‘I’ve got my own set of keys, because I’m often the last to leave.’
‘What a diligent young lady you are. I hope your supervisor realises what a little treasure she has working for her.’
‘Lizzie appreciates what I do, if that’s what you mean.’
Carlos looked at her with interest, his eyes once moreseeming to assess her. She found this habit of his unsettling, but at the same time exciting. It was as though he wasn’t seeing the persona she presented to the world, but some private part of her that she didn’t yet know about herself.
‘I want you back here by seven tonight,’ he said after a pause. ‘I hope that won’t present any difficulties?’
‘Actually it will. We’re having a committee meeting to discuss the dinner. It won’t be over by then.’
‘In that case you’ll have to leave early.’
‘I can’t do that,’ replied Chloe firmly. ‘What does it matter to you when I get back?’
‘There’s something that I want you to do tonight, and it’s planned for seven o’clock. Punctuality is in itself a kind of discipline, as I’m sure the nuns taught you.’
‘I don’t think I want to bring the nuns into this discussion. Your kind of discipline has nothing to do with religion,’ she said hotly.
‘I never said it had. There are many kinds of discipline, and after last night it’s clear to me that you can adjust to them
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