Page 20 of Papa's Desires
Spying through a peephole into Miss Wickersham’s study had been quite naughty indeed, though he didn’t plan to spank her too hard for the indiscretion. A scolding, a few quick smacks on her bare little bottom, and that would be the end of it. Lesson learned. He imagined taking her over his knee for the short disciplinary session and flipping the skirts of her wedding gown up and parting the folds of her drawers. He would stroke her behind for several minutes while imparting to her the importance of good behavior—well-behaved little girls do not sneak about and spy on others through peepholes—and then he would deliver a few slaps to her upturned bottombefore…
“Papa?”
Hyacinth’s sweet voice interrupted his lascivious thoughts, and he glanced down at her and tightened his arms around her. “Yes, littlegirl?”
She squirmed in his lap and he almost growled at the wicked sensation of her grinding her behind over his hardening shaft. “Papa, I-I…” her voice trailed off and she plunged her face into herhands.
Worried, he pried her hands away from her face and placed a finger beneath her chin, then gentled his expression as he held her anxious gaze. “What is it, littlegirl?”
Storm clouds brewed in the depths of her pretty blue eyes, and for a moment he feared she might burst into tears. But she gulped hard and took a few deep breaths, and that seemed to help her settle. With his free hand, he rubbed up and down her back, hoping to soothe whatever fears were assailing her. But he didn’t release her chin. He didn’t want her to fall into the habit of hiding from him. He found he wanted all of her—her sweet smiles as well as her sorrow. If he didn’t know when she was sad, he wouldn’t be able to make it all better. And he wanted to make it better, no matter what was ailing her. Finally, shespoke.
“Papa, it’s just that when you arrived at Talcott House, you came at a most inopportune time. You see, Miss Wickersham was about to tell me what happens between husbands and wives, and I think she was also about to tell me what a cock looks like, and it was at that very moment that your carriage pulled up and she had to rush out of my room to see what was going on. Now I’ve come to you woefully unprepared, I’m afraid. I hope…I just hope you will not be disappointed by my dire lack of knowledge. I hope you will be patient with me, because I am oh so nervous about what will happen between us once we arrive at your home. I-I want to be a good wife to you,Papa.”
“Come here,” he said, drawing her further against his chest. He stroked his hands through her silken golden locks and hoped he was succeeding in comforting her. To his delight, she sighed and relaxed in his hold, and after a few seconds wrapped her arms around his center, hugging him back. “Little girl, my sweet Hyacinth, I do not expect you to know anything when it comes to marital matters. I intend to teach you all you need to know, and I vow to be most patient withyou.”
“It pleases me to hear you say that, Papa. I feel much better now. Thank you.” She pulled back slightly and met his gaze. “I must confess, I think it was very gallant and romantic of you to arrive in a carriage only minutes before my wedding hour, prepared to fight for my hand in marriage. As long as I live, I shall never forget it.” A smile touched her lips and her eyes shone with pleasure. “But I must ask. What would you have done if Miss Wickersham had insisted I marry LordKensington?”
He leaned down, until his gaze was level with hers. “I would have knocked Lord Kensington to the floor, then I would have tossed you over my shoulder and carried you out of Talcott House as my stolenbride.”
“Oh my. That sounds most scandalous, Papa.” She giggled, and the sound of her laughter warmed hisheart.
“Then I would have gotten us a special marriage license and tracked down a vicar so we could be properly wed before I took you to my estate in the country where I could hide you away from allothers.”
Her breath caught and she wiggled in his lap for the umpteenth time. His cock quickly hardened, as he was no longer able to control his passions. God, he wanted her. His blood heated and he fought to restrain a growl as the carriage hit a pothole and she bounced in hislap.
“What would happen next, Papa? Oh, this is the most exciting story I’ve ever heard,” she said, peering at him from underneath her lashes as a blush stole over her delicatefeatures.
“Well,” he said, “I would have to keep you locked away, just in case anyone decided to come looking for you. You would be my little prisoner, but of course I would not hurt you. I would only give you pleasure. That is, unless you were naughty. If you were naughty, I suppose I would have to disciplineyou.”
She exhaled a shaky breath and squirmed again. “How-how would you discipline me, Papa? What would you do?” Her eyes widened withexcitement.
He ought to stop this nonsense. But he couldn’t. Not when she was so very thrilled with his story and couldn’t cease wriggling on his lap and rubbing herself on his engorged manhood. Did she realize how she was affecting him? In her sweet innocence, likely not. He took a deep breath and hoped his next words didn’t scandalize her toomuch.
“If you broke a rule, little girl, Papa would have to give you a good scolding. Then I would have no choice but to take you over my knee, bare your little bottom, and give you a well-deserved spanking that would no doubt leave your behind a deep shade ofcrimson.”
She gasped, but she didn’t appear frightened. Not in the least. If anything, she seemed…giddy at the prospect of receiving his discipline. No, not giddy. Aroused. His blood heated further and he was suddenly stifling hot in thecarriage.
“Papa, I find your story so exciting I can scarcely catch mybreath.”
“What part excites you the most, littlegirl?”
“Oh all of it! The part where you steal me away from Talcott House, the part where you keep me locked up like your prisoner, and even thelastpart.”
The last part. The spanking. He stared down at her, thinking he must be the luckiest man in the world to have gained this lively and beautiful creature as his bride. Passion flared in the depths of her eyes, and he found he could no longer hold himself back from tastingher.
He grasped her face in his hands and captured her lips in his, delving his tongue against hers and thrilling at the act of claiming her in this way. She squealed in surprise but didn’t attempt to pull away, and her acquiescence pleased him beyond allbounds.
She eventually gave a soft moan and pressed her tongue to his in a timid manner that nearly left him undone. Still kissing her, he released her face and placed his hands firmly on her hips. Then, holding her in place, he ground his hardening cock up against herbottom.
This elicited another squeal from her. “Papa,” she said breathlessly once they came up for air. “Papa, is that your cock Ifeel?”
Perhaps he should scold her for such bold language, but right now his thoughts were a bit muddled as all the blood in his body rushed south. God’s teeth, he had never known such heightened desire in his whole life, as if he teetered on the brink of madness. He wasn’t a rake by any means, but he had visited a bawdy house now and then. Most gentleman did. But unbridled passion—that was the only way he knew how to describe his current feelings toward Hyacinth—he had never known such a fierce emotionbefore.
Yes, he would have planted a facer on Lord Kensington and stolen her away from Talcott House if he’d had no other option to make her his wife. Truth be told, he would commit acts far more atrocious than physical assault and kidnapping on herbehalf.
Treason. Murder. Heresy. He didn’t care, as long as the end result was Hyacinth belonging to him forever. He stared at her, wondering if perhaps he should be aghast at the dark turn his thoughts had taken. He had always thought he would take a wife of his social stature, a bride of convenience with whom he was well-matched in every way, and enjoy a cordial relationship with her that mayhap one day led to tender regard, though perhaps not quite love. He’d never thought love and passion were a necessary ingredient in marriage, so long as an heir to the earldom of Shively was produced. Damn and blast, he’d had it all wrong, and he suddenly pitied all the members of the ton who settled for convenient, passionlessmarriages.
“Papa?” she asked again, and he responded by pressing her down on his lap evenharder.
“Yes, little one,” he finally answered. “Yes, that is your papa’s cock you feel. But, we must try to contain our excitement for one another until we arrive at Grayson House.” He glanced out the window of the carriage. “Ah, it appears we are nearlythere.”
A minute later, the carriage came to a stop. Grayson’s heart pounded and he tried to compose himself in quick order. He gently lifted Hyacinth from his lap and pressed a kiss to her forehead. The carriage door was opened and the afternoon sun beamed into the conveyance, gleaming on his little girl’s golden curls. He took her gloved hand in his, giving it an affectionatesqueeze.
“Welcome to GraysonHouse.”
