He cried out in surprise, and felt the bed roll under his back.He cried out in surprise, and felt the bed roll under his back. Taking his face in her hands, she looked directly into his wide eyes. Her voice softened but lost none of its resonant quality. "You are so very beautiful, Doctor, with your large eyes which you use to melt my heart. I can't let you melt it, though." She shook her dark head. "A teacher must be firm and disciplined with her pupils." Her dark, sharp-featured face dipped close to his until he could feel her breath against his trembling lips. "You, with your lovely mouth and lips and soft voice, which you will beg with, but I can't let your begging sway me." She took two handsful of his hair and drew his head back hard. "Your long slender neck, which I will see bend and arch as I will it . . . " He turned his head, trying to get it free of her grasp, breathing hard, and a puppylike whimper escaped his throat. "Please, don't hurt me . . . " he said. His eyes were wide with incipient fear. "Don't hurt me . . . " Immediately, her voice softened, and she placed her hands on his smooth young cheeks. He could smell the rich leather and feel it against his skin. "Beautiful child, I would never hurt you." Her eyes became moist and soft. "I will teach you, not hurt you." She ran her hands over his chest and stomach. "So beautiful . . . " she said with hunger in her voice that frightened him. No, he thought, not a rabbit. And she's no hunting bitch. As he watched her tawny, muscled body over his, with its cape of wild dark hair he realized what she was -- a lion- ess. |