Page 22 of Papa's Captive
Surprise replaced the humor in her stare, and a deep pink flush moved up her chest to cover her entire face. He had shocked her into silence and he couldn’t help but admire how adorable she looked as she blushed, nor could he help envisioning all the various ways he planned to ravish her. His pulse spiked and his blood heated.
“Finish your breakfast, little one, and then I shall give you a bath.”
Her eyes widened further. “But-but perhaps a maid should help me, Papa. I know you said you want to take care of me in all ways, but—”
“Papa is going to give you a bath, Rosie, and that’s final.” He leaned forward across the table. “And I intend to be very, very thorough.”
* * *
Rosie watchedwith growing trepidation as servants carried buckets of steaming water into the bedchamber and poured them into the large tub. Papa stood nearby, inspecting tiny bottles of soap in a basket that one of the maids had delivered.
She couldn’t wait to sink in the steaming water in the massive tub. At Talcott House, she’d had to mostly make do with washing herself from a basin in the bedroom she’d shared with her three friends. Baths had been a rare treat and she’d most certainly never seen so many different kinds of scented soap before, nor so many scrubbing brushes and washcloths laid out. Were they really all for her?
But Papa was the one giving her a bath this morning. She was wearing a robe he’d provided her overtop her thin shift, but soon she would have to remove her clothing. The very thought of disrobing completely in front of Papa left her quivering with a mixture of nerves and delicious anticipation.
Once the bath was finished being set up and the servants all departed the room, Rosie took a deep breath and tried to summon her bravery. She was a married lady now and she must endeavor to obey her new husband. Furthermore, she was his little girl and he was her papa. If she was naughty or didn’t follow his rules, she had no doubt he would turn her over his knee and redden her bottom.
A quiver raced across her behind cheeks at the prospect of enduring his discipline again. And as she recalled the feel of his hand impacting on her backside when he’d spanked her at the inn, heat pulsed hard and gathered in her nether parts.
Oh no. She was getting wet again.
Her stomach flipped and she hoped Papa didn’t notice her embarrassing condition before she sank down in the steaming water. Then she recalled how he had caught her touching herself the morning after he had spanked her and her face heated with shame anew.
“Something wrong, little girl?”
She peered at her papa, pressed her lips together, and shook her head. “Nothing is wrong, Papa. Why do you ask?”
“You’re squirming in place.”
She would have sworn she hadn’t moved a muscle, but apparently she had and Papa was very, very perceptive. She rushed to think of an explanation. “It is only that I am nervous about being unclothed in front of you, Papa. No man has ever seen me in a state of undress before.” That part, at least, was the truth.
His gaze turned dark and primal, and he slowly approached her and circled around her, as if inspecting her. The pulses in her kitty became so uncomfortable it was all she could do to keep from reaching between her thighs to assuage the aching. Delightful shivers coursed down her back the closer Papa circled to her, the heat of his body reaching her and sending her into a hopeless whirl of excitement. Finally, he came to stand directly before her.
He grasped her chin gently, forcing her eyes to his.
“Most of my plans for you during the next month that I keep you here in this castle, as my little captive bride, involve you in various states of undress, if not entirely naked.” His gaze smoldered and she became so lost in his beautiful dark eyes, so expressive and enchanting, that even if mountains suddenly collapsed around them, she could not have looked away.
She couldn’t form a response. She could only keep staring at him, drinking in the passion she saw reflected in his visage. Her breath caught in her throat and the whole world faded around them, the sounds of the servants bustling throughout the castle and the howling wind falling into the background.
Then Papa kissed her.
It was magical and wondrous, his warm mouth pressing against hers with firm insistence. She parted her lips and he thrust his tongue inside as he clutched her face harder, taking command of the kiss and making her fall further into the abyss where place and time become irrelevant. There was only Papa and the exciting feelings he was drawing from her. She was breathless yet had never felt more alive, and she grabbed onto his shirt and stood on her tiptoes and returned the kiss with fervor, hungry for all that he would give her and wanting to give him her passion in return.
He finally pulled away and they both took a moment to catch their breath. As Papa gave her a seductive smile, her heart brimmed with affection for the man she would spend the rest of her life with. Her pulse quickened at the thought. The rest of her days. With Papa.
As long as he doesn’t find out your secrets.
She swallowed hard and endeavored to push all the worries from her mind. At least for today. Today was their first day as a married couple and she planned to enjoy it, even if she was still nervous about him seeing her unclothed.
He cupped the side of her face briefly, gave her a look of utter devotion and encouragement, then proceeded to strip her of the robe, her shift and drawers. It took only moments and she soon found herself standing naked before him. Her heart pattered fast in her chest.
Did he find her pleasing?
She started to move her hands in front of her kitty, but Papa made a deep noise of disapproval in his throat, and she quickly placed her hands at her sides.
“You are not to hide anything from Papa, ever,” he said sternly as he removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, displaying his thick, muscular forearms. “Not your beautiful little body, and of course, you are not to hide any truths from me either. I want all of you, Rosie. All of you.”
Somehow, she managed to keep the worries quiet. She was too excited by what was about to happen to allow room for another stray frightened thought.
