Page 40 of Papa's Desires
Screwing up her courage, however, she resolved not to complain or beg formercy.
With her face plastered against the pillows she sent up yet another plea to the heavens.I will endure anything as long as Papa forgives me and lets me stay with him. Oh, please, please, please. I promise this will be the very last thing I ever ask for. Please do not let Papa send me away. I could never bearit.
Two especially hard strokes landed and her moans of pain echoed in the room.I can do it,she repeated over and over.Imust.
Finally, Papa tossed the strap upon the bed and it landed with a thud next to her. However, he had not given her permission to move, so she remained huddled over the pillows.Waiting.
She heard Papa moving about the room and finally opened her eyes, blinking against the late afternoon sun streaming in the windows. Desperate to see Papa and try to determine his mood, she forced herself not to swivel her head around looking for him. Her happiness was on the thinnest of thin ice and she dared not do anything which might jeopardize whatever miniscule chances shehad.
Heavy footsteps neared the bed and she held her breath. When a cool ointment spread over the flames of her bottom, she startled but then relaxed into Papa’s touch. It relieved her of much of the pain in her backside, but more importantly it relieved the pain in her heart. Papa reached up and unwound her from the pillows, laying her flat on the bed. His gentle hands massaged the knots from her arms and shoulders where she had held tight for the long moments of herstrapping.
Papa had barely spoken since she finished confessing all about herself, but his soothing touch spoke volumes, or so she hoped. Tension eased from her achingbody.
“I swear,” she whispered quietly, needing to offer her apologies one last time, “that I am truly sorry. I wish I could go back in time and do thingsdifferently.”
“You are forgiven, little girl,” he said, caressing her shoulders. Finally, Papa removed the ribbons from the last remaining bits of her braids and worked his fingers through her hair, then drew her onto his lap where she buried her face in his chest. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Papa loves you,Cynny.”
His words were a balm to her soul, and she regained her composure just long enough to ask, “You-you truly don’t wish to get rid of me, Papa?” She waited for his confirmation, holding her breath as dreadful anticipation curled in her tummy. He’d said he loved her and she believed him, and his forgiveness meant the world, but she had to know for certain that he still wished to keep her—still wished to have her as his wife, his little girl. She had never committed such a serious transgression in her whole life, and she felt uncertain about what came next. How would they move on from thisunpleasantness?
He moved to cup her face in his hands, drawing his thumbs over her fresh fallen tears. His handsome features were etched with concern, his eyes dark and troubled. “Cynny, I would never get rid of you. My God, the very thought of losing you breaks my heart. You’re my little girl and I’m your papa. Do you not believe me when I tell you how much I love you?” His voice was hoarse with emotion and underlyingpossessiveness.
“Oh, Papa.” She ran her hands through his hair, needing to touch him. He stared down at her, holding her secure in his lap. Her throat burned and her eyes swelled with more tears. Not only did he still love her, but he’d forgiven her and he still wished to keep her. A feeling of immense gratitude and relief swept down upon her, and slowly, the sorrow constricting her heart began to ease. As she stared at Papa and he continued holding her tight, his expression one of tender concern, her breaths no longer felt heavy and weighed down by anguish. “Thank you for still loving me, Papa. I-I love you so much my heart aches with the thought of it sometimes. I could not imagine losing youeither.”
A ghost of a smile touched the corners of his lips. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and the warmth of his mouth on her flesh soothed her further. She relaxed in his embrace and ran her hands down his chest. He had removed his jacket, loosened his neckcloth, and rolled up his sleeves before he’d meted out her strapping, and the hint of the dark hair on his muscular chest drew her attention. Papa was big and strong, so very powerful and masculine. She never felt more protected than when she was in hisarms.
She shifted on his lap and detected the hardness of his cock swelling beneath her bottom, the only thing separating her from his shaft was his trousers. She sucked in a shaky breath and peered at him, suddenly wanting nothing more in the world than for her papa to take her to bed and make love to her. But she dared not ask such a thing. Not when she’d just been so naughty. She wasn’t about to make any sort of demands on him, but she secretly hoped he might decide to claim her. Not because she wished for the pleasure she might receive, but because she fervently craved the emotional connection that came with making love with herpapa.
“Cynny, my love?” His eyes flashed with a primal need that left herhopeful.
“Yes, Papa?” Her heart beat faster and her kitty clenched inanticipation.
He placed one hand between her thighs and stroked her gathering wetness. “I’m going to claim you now,” he said with a growl, “and I don’t think I will manage to be verygentle.”
She whimpered and jerked her center against him, tears springing to her eyes from the promise of his closeness. Though they’d both professed their love for one another and he’d made it clear that nothing would ever tear them apart, she didn’t quite feel as if the rift between them had closed entirely. But she imagined surrendering to her papa’s skillful love making, even if he was in one of his rough moods, would lead to their hearts once again beating in the same rhythm, as if their souls were entwined asone.
She exhaled slowly and met his gaze. “I don’t want you to be gentle, Papa.” A spasm of heat assailed her core and she squirmed enticingly on his lap, ignoring the slight burn on her bottom as she moved about. The cooling ointment he’d applied to her punished backside had worked wonders, but if she moved too vigorously it burned, reminding her of the shameful strapping that she’d justendured.
He grasped her hair and gave her locks a firm tug, forcing her head back as he placed kisses on her throat, then he dragged his teeth along her flesh, eliciting goosebumps all over her body. He lifted her to her feet and guided her to the foot of the bed, where he promptly pushed her onto her stomach and forced her legs apart. He then placed a pillow beneath her stomach, causing her bottom to lift higher and her thighs to spread even wider. Her feet no longer touched the floor, and she felt at his complete mercy, and a naughty thrill coursed through her as she awaited the first hard thrust of his cock into hercunny.
She heard the familiar sounds of him undressing, followed by the opening of the salve he used on her bottom hole. Her behind clenched in delicious anticipation. Papa was going to put something into her hiney hole, and she shuddered as she waited to discover whether it would be a plug or his big cock. Her mouth went dry and she concentrated on breathing in and out, and she felt a trickle of moisture run down herthigh.
“Papa’s going to insert the largest butt plug into your bottom, little girl.” He paused, and the room echoed in dramatic silence. “And then I’m going to pound into your quim with mycock.”
She gasped, but she didn’t dare argue, though nervousness suddenly bounded within her because he’d never claimed both her holes at once before. But she trusted her papa and knew he would never hurt her, and the aching in her privates deepened and a heated tingled swept throughout her entire body. She couldn't deny it. She wanted it—wanted papa to fill both of her holes at the sametime.
Though he usually required her to draw her own bottom cheeks wide before he inserted a butt plug, he splayed her behind apart on his own and worked the lubrication into her private hole, delving two fingers into her tightness until her snug channel was adequately coated with the salve. Before she managed her next breath, the cool tip of the largest plug was pressed to her hole, and Papa slowly worked it into her passage. Once the object was fully seated in her, he released her bottom and stepped back, taking position with his hard cock pressing at the throbbing entrance of hercunny.
She lifted her hips and spread her legs wider, inviting his entrance. A shiver went down her spine.I don’t think I will manage to be very gentle.Yet she wanted him inside her, craved the rough pounding he had promisedher.
He pushed the tip of his hardened shaft into her kitty and gripped herhips.
“You’re mine, Hyacinth.Mine.”
Then he shoved into her, pushing all the way into her quim with one brutal thrust that had her gasping for air and clutching the covers. At once, he set a fast pace of pounding into her. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled his bedchamber. True to his word, he wasn’t gentle. But she didn't want gentle. She wanted the fullness of his passion, wild and abandoned. The poetandthebeast.
Time lost all meaning as he joined with her, and the fullness of the plug in her bottom made her extra aware of his large size. He reached underneath her and caressed her clitty, and she cried out as a rapid climax swept over her, leaving her breathless and drained of all energy while he continued driving into her. At last, she felt his movements increase and he gave a deep growl in his throat. His seed filled her in rapid, violent bursts ofheat.
She couldn’t move. Her body had turned toliquid.
