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Amy's eyes glittered as she felt him bury into her hair. It was usually tied up, but it seemed letting it down for the day had been the right choice after all. Thick blond hair fell around her shoulders where he nestled in. Abruptly though he pulled away, tugging her out of her thoughts. Willingly she prepared to follow him, only to be roughly grasped at the wrist. She gasped a little at the rough treatment, prepared to demand that he show her respect.
She followed after him into a sitting room. Amy had seen these refurnished in Europe, used for making deals and entertaining company. Here where the world was so much more savage though, it would be put to a much older, more primal use. Her wrist released Amy sighed happily. Stepping in she glanced behind her, watching the dark male's reaction. She didn't like having lost control at the beginning, and would do her best to regain it. Tail swishing against her jeans she smiled languidly. Sitting on the chaise Amy met his dark eyes. So teacher, what's the lesson today?
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