\u201cJACK,\u201d SAID THE instructor impatiently. Jack gulped, wondering if the charade was already up, but the only pupils who paid any attention were new and, thus, just as nervous.<\/p>\n
\u201cS\u00ed, Professor Covarrubias,\u201d Jack whispered in halting, clumsy Portuguese. This was such a different environment and the protocols were different.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay after class,\u201d he snapped.<\/p>\n
Jack wanted to be sick, right there on the floor.<\/p>\n
After class, once the other pupils had filed out, Professor Covarrubias strode to the door and locked it. Jack\u2019s mouth dropped open.<\/p>\n
A whipping? For what?<\/em><\/p>\n And in two strides, the instructor was in front of Jack, grasping Jack\u2019s face and pulling until\u2014<\/p>\n Kissing!<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cOh, God,\u201d Jack managed to whisper and went with the kiss \u2026 Too relieved it wasn\u2019t a whipping.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s your name, girl?\u201d he rasped into her mouth.<\/p>\n Jack stilled. \u201cAh \u2026 \u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t try to lie to me, girl,\u201d he growled against her lips as he tugged at the tie that held her shirt on, let it drop and revealed the bindings of her breasts. \u201cI know a body built for childbearing when I see one. What\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCelia.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow old are you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFourteen.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHave you your courses?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNow?\u201d she squeaked, appalled.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, not now. Are you a woman?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes\u2014s\u00ed. S\u00ed, Professor.\u201d She could barely think, barely breathe, as he went about unwrapping her bindings.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you a virgin?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAye, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou came here off a pirate ship and you\u2019re clever enough to fool everyone else with your brave boy talk, so I have to assume you know something about the dealings between men and women?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2014I thought\u2014 You were\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA pederast? No. But the fact that you know what that is encourages me that, virgin or no, your education has not been lacking.\u201d<\/p>\n Finally her full breasts were bare and he moaned softly as he looked at them, lifted his hand to cup one. Celia caught her breath, and her nipple tightened. He brushed it with his thumb.<\/p>\n \u201cBeautiful,\u201d he whispered, still staring, and Celia decided that there were worse ways to lose her virginity than to a golden Spanish god who touched her so reverently.<\/p>\n \u201cProfessor,\u201d Celia murmured, arching her back slightly to press her breast into his palm.<\/p>\n He looked into her face, then smiled wolfishly. \u201cYou know what to do with these, I see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve seen,\u201d she said low. \u201cWatched people.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWanted to try it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAye, sometimes. Not at all some other times.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGather your things and bring them to my garret. You shall not be defiled by those adolescent miscreants while I\u2019m around.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI shall be defiled by you instead?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBreasts and hips like these deserve to be defiled by a real man, not some clumsy little pup straight off his mama\u2019s tit.\u201d He paused. \u201cTell me. Have you ever seen women together?\u201d She nodded hesitantly. \u201cAh, that doesn\u2019t amuse you.\u201d<\/p>\n She shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd men together?\u201d She nodded again. \u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n She shrugged. \u201cI don\u2019t matter there, do I?\u201d<\/p>\n He laughed. \u201cAh, and wise, too. Mind, body, and soul. My God, I\u2019ll have to thank Dunham.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019ll kill you for this.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo he won\u2019t,\u201d Professor Covarrubias said with a wave of his hand. \u201cHe\u2019ll hate<\/em> me, but he won\u2019t kill me. There is a reason he sent you to me, love. If he didn\u2019t have half an expectation that I would seduce you, then he\u2019s not as smart as I thought he was.\u201d He touched his forehead to hers then and whispered, \u201cI am the best astronomer and mathematician and navigator who has ever sailed. What I have up here\u2014\u201d He tapped his temple with a fingertip. \u201c\u2014keeps me safe from everyone who might wish to take me to task for a trespass.\u201d<\/p>\n He pulled away from her then, picked up her wrappings off the floor and shoved them at her. \u201cPut those back on and go about your day. Bring your things to my apartments after the last meal.\u201d<\/p>\n She gestured weakly toward the door. \u201cWon\u2019t they\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, my love, no. They won\u2019t. I just told you why. You shall be here as a woman, as my woman, and you shall learn to cipher and navigate. Because you are brilliant.\u201d He looked at her torso once again. \u201cAnd beautiful,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n THAT NIGHT, HE HELD her when she cried. He stroked her back and pressed tender kisses on the top of her head. Celia knew he hadn\u2019t meant to hurt her, but \u2026 he was so big<\/em> and she was so tight. And now she couldn\u2019t even go back to the dormitory with the boys because it hadn\u2019t taken long for word to get out that she was a girl and, moreover, would be spending her school years as Professor Covarrubias\u2019s mistress as well as his star pupil.<\/p>\n She was still hiccuping when he left the bed and shuffled across the room to his washstand. He brought the bowl and pitcher to the bed, put them on the floor, then pulled a chair to sit. \u201cCome,\u201d he said softly, and gestured that Celia should sit facing him on the edge of the bed. She did. \u201cLie down.\u201d She obeyed, and felt his big hands against her bare knees, gently spreading them apart and putting her feet on the arms of his chair. \u201cRelax. Get a pillow. Put it under your head. There\u2019s a good girl.\u201d<\/p>\n Celia sighed when she felt a soft, warmly wet cloth against the skin of her thighs, cleaning her. She gasped when it touched her quim and it seemed Professor Covarrubias was caressing her as much as cleaning her. She swallowed because \u2026 <\/p>\n \u2026 that felt really good.<\/p>\n \u201cIt should only hurt the first time,\u201d he murmured, his low voice rich and heavy with Spanish, his native language. Celia spoke little Portuguese, although her Spanish was adequate to get by. He must have known this, for his rigid insistence on Portuguese in the classroom had given way to Spanish once he\u2019d welcomed her to his bedroom. \u201cI should have been more careful, my love, and I apologize.\u201d He trailed his fingers lightly through the curls and she shivered. Sighed.<\/p>\n Yes, she had been completely enthralled with him, with his caresses and kisses, until the moment he had breached her for the first time\u2014which felt as if she\u2019d been run through by a sword.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t too far off the mark, either.<\/p>\n But now she was starting to feel those delicious feelings again as he touched her and cleansed her.<\/p>\n She felt suddenly cold when he moved away from her, but he was back again before she could even whimper. She lifted her head to see him with a vial of something he poured into his palm, then rubbed what felt like warm oil into her skin. It had a rather pleasant scent to it.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is lavender oil,\u201d he murmured. \u201cIt should help you to move more freely tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMove more freely?\u201d Celia asked.<\/p>\n Professor Covarrubias chuckled. \u201cMy dear, had I done my task correctly this evening, you would not be able to walk for two days.\u201d<\/p>\n That confused her. \u201cI thought you said you did not want to hurt me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh, this would be the pain of a good night\u2019s work, love. Have you never spent the night on deck battling a storm until your muscles froze and failed?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAye,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n \u201cThese,\u201d he murmured, caressing, massaging her inner thighs. \u201cThese would have felt thusly after having them spread for me all night.\u201d He chuckled. \u201cThat is, if I had done my part correctly. You and I are finished for the evening. We shall try again tomorrow when you have recovered. For now…\u201d<\/p>\n He leaned forward, and Celia shivered with the feel of his warm breath on the tender skin. She gasped\u2014a tiny gasp\u2014when she felt him press a kiss upon her. A strong gasp when his tongue touched her.<\/p>\n \u201cProfessor \u2026 \u201d she squeaked. She had never seen a man do this to a woman, nor heard tell of it, either. She had thought this solely the domain of women pleasuring women.<\/p>\n \u201cLie still, Celia, my love,\u201d he murmured as he kissed his way closer and closer to her quim. \u201cI am going to make some amends for my clumsiness. You need to understand what reward there is for you, or you will become a reluctant lover. That would be a tragedy.\u201d<\/p>\n With his fingers he spread her flesh wide and his tongue touched a spot that made her screech in…pleasure? It was not<\/em> pain.<\/p>\n His deep chuckle made the bed quake slightly. \u201cBeautiful,\u201d he breathed.<\/p>\n There was a lurch in the pit of her belly when he opened his mouth over her folds and his tongue laved that spot. The feelings he had elicited from her before he had impaled her upon his prick were coming back, only bigger. Deeper. Her quim clenched because it was empty and she couldn\u2019t imagine why she would want him inside her again.<\/p>\n But she did.<\/p>\n \u201cProfessor,\u201d she sighed, digging her fingers into his coarse blond hair and pulling him up closer to her.<\/p>\n \u201cAh, I knew you would be amenable to this.\u201d<\/p>\n With his mouth, he sucked and licked and kissed.<\/p>\n With his fingers, he caressed and kneaded and entered.<\/p>\n Celia felt \u2026 something \u2026 building inside her. It was a something that was bigger than anything she\u2019d observed or felt while watching men and women fuck, bigger than what the Professor had made her feel at any time before this moment.<\/p>\n \u201cAhhh,\u201d she screamed when it hit her, and she arched her back to get away from it and move toward it at the same time. She pulled the Professor into her as she panted and cried, wanting more, wanting it never to end.<\/p>\n His mouth!<\/p>\n What sweet torture!<\/p>\n Celia let her Professor\u2019s hair loose to lay stunned and panting, staring up at the ceiling while he continued to chuckle and knead the insides of her thighs.<\/p>\n \u201cNow that,\u201d he murmured as he arose, caressing her with his fingertips as he turned away, \u201cis what you can look forward to tomorrow. \u2019Tis what I failed at doing tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n Failure? That was failure?<\/em> Celia couldn\u2019t imagine success\u2014<\/p>\n \u2014until the next night when Professor Covarrubias stroked her the same way, to a peak, without allowing her to go over, and he slipped inside her.<\/p>\n She sobbed with his entry, and he stilled. \u201cCelia?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, no, please. Stay, Professor. I\u2014 I am \u2026 Ohhh,\u201d she sighed, and tightened her body around him.<\/p>\n \u201cAh, I see,\u201d he murmured, though without an ounce of smugness. He pushed himself into her all the way and stayed. She felt the coarse hair surrounding his prick commingling with her muff. She felt his balls against her arse and sighed. She felt his prick filling her, filling some need she didn\u2019t know she had…<\/p>\n He touched her then, spreading her open so that small bundle of pure sensation felt his body as he began to move in and out of her slowly, as the night before, but now slick with her juices.<\/p>\n It began to build again. Even better this time, with him inside her, moving, stroking that little spot in a way his tongue hadn\u2019t.<\/p>\n When it came upon her, she screamed again and lifted her hips to meet his strokes, wanting more, ever more, wanting him to stay instead of stroke, to stroke instead of stay.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, God<\/em>,\u201d she moaned. Whimpered.<\/p>\n \u201cAh, and there is my signal,\u201d he murmured, his voice strained and urgent. \u201cI don\u2019t want to hurt you, Celia, but \u2026 \u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGo,\u201d she choked, only hoping he would understand she was giving him permission to do what he would.<\/p>\n And he did.<\/p>\n He pounded into her and while he did<\/em> give her pain, he also gave her pleasure\u2014a different pleasure. The pleasure of knowing that he wanted her so much he could not control himself.<\/p>\n He growled when he reached his pinnacle and jerked. She felt his warm seed in her and then seep out of her, down her arse. She shuddered with sensation.<\/p>\n \u201cThat, my love,\u201d he said, dropping to his back beside her in his bed, panting, \u201cwas what should\u2019ve happened last night.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked at him, this handsome golden god next to her, naked, his body taut and well-formed, sprinkled with golden hair. He turned his head toward her, noticed her staring, and grinned.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy me?\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n His grin faded. \u201cWhy you? A host of reasons, but in the main, because you have a brilliant mind and you are bold<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n Her brow wrinkled. \u201cBold?\u201d she repeated, not understanding.<\/p>\n \u201cS\u00ed. Few women\u2014ones half again and twice, thrice your age\u2014would have the temerity to survive and thrive on the deck of a pirate ship, much less hold her own in a boy\u2019s dormitory alone, unaided.\u201d<\/p>\n She still did not comprehend. \u201cThe Iron Maiden<\/em> is all I know after my stepfather sent me away. I did not choose it, and my father brooks no disobedience.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh, well, then. \u2019Twill take you time to realize how rare you are, but until then, I shall be the gemsmith who sees your worth and cuts and polishes you to perfection.\u201d She stared at him, and he laughed. \u201cThat, my lovely, was a metaphor. I shall not cut or polish you in fact. I shall simply take what you have given me to work with and train you to be better than anyone\u2014even your father\u2014could have dreamed.\u201d He paused. \u201cHe sent you to me to make a captain out of you, Celia, and I will do that. He simply has no idea how great a captain you will become.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat has this<\/em> to do with becoming a captain?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNothing at all,\u201d he said immediately. \u201cThis,\u201d he whispered as he leaned over to take one of her nipples in his mouth, \u201chas everything to do with our mutual pleasure.\u201d<\/p>\n ★<\/p>\n \u201cJACK,\u201d SAID THE instructor impatiently. Jack gulped, wondering if the charade was already up, but the only pupils who paid any attention were new and, thus, just as nervous. \u201cS\u00ed, Professor Covarrubias,\u201d Jack whispered in halting, clumsy Portuguese. This was such a different environment and the protocols were different. \u201cStay after class,\u201d he snapped. 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