The first time they make love, Lucretia directs Lelei as precisely as she would units in a battle.
Come forward. Higher. There. Slower. Use your fingers. Use your tongue. Faster. Faster. Right there! Oh, now; do it now!
When Lucretia comes, she clutches the bedsheets and arches her back, throws her head back just so. Lelei is amazed, not only at her Lady's loveliness, but even more so at the thought that it was she who caused Lucretia to lose control like this. She smooths her hands across the trembling thighs, watches Lucretia sink slowly back from her ecstasy to lie perfectly still, eyes closed softly.
"My Lady?"
Lucretia blinks her eyes open, a contented smile on her face as she reaches out an arm. Lelei hesitates, then moves up to lie beside her, resting her head on Lucretia's shoulder. Lucretia strokes her hair and murmurs, "You did perfectly."
The words make Lelei smile like a praise-hungry child, and she struggles to school her features into a more fitting expression. "It was your instruction, my Lady," she says.
Lucretia plants a kiss on her forehead. "Then you are indeed an apt student. And now," she begins, gracefully extricating herself from from their tangle of limbs, "I shall instruct by example."
Lelei feels she should protest, but then she feels Lucretia's mouth at her breast, and all words are forgotten.