Page 29 of Papa's Captive
Chapter 14
“Papa, every day I am more and more surprised by your skills in hairdressing,” Rosie said, catching his eye in the mirror as he arranged her tresses in an elaborate style. She sat, wearing only her chemise, on her seat in front of the dressing table where she had become accustomed to perching every morning and evening while Papa dressed and undressed her and put up and took down her hair.
Though she had been surprised when Papa had announced his intentions to see to her needs rather than for a lady’s maid to have those duties, it had not taken long for Rosie to realize what a special treat it was to have Papa’s attention and care during those times. Not that he was not a wholly attentive and caring Papa. It seemed he had rarely let her out of reach, let alone out of his sight, since their arrival at Craigmul Castle a week ago.
Papa held her gaze and his eyes darkened into a now familiar glint which sent a thrum of desire spiraling through her body. “Is it only my skills in hairdressing which garner your praise, my little bride?” He leaned down and his heated breath brushed over the exposed skin of her neck, making it difficult for Rosie to refrain from squirming. The telltale moisture which always seemed to appear as soon as Papa gave her a certain look, seeped from her nether lips and she feared staining the silk fabric of her seat.
In the mirror Rosie watched the effects as arousal stole through her body. Her eyes grew shiny and a flush moved over her face. Glancing down, she noted the hardening of her ninnies as they pressed against the sheer fabric of her chemise.
The two of them were reflected in the mirror and Papa’s eyes remained on hers while his lips ran a trail down the delicate slope of her neck and across her shoulder. “Or do you have some appreciation for other attributes of mine as well?” he asked, straightening and opening his dressing gown to reveal his rigid manhood.
A small gasp escaped Rosie’s mouth and her tongue stroked across her lips at the sight of Papa’s cock. “I do have appreciation for all of your attributes,” she said, blushing at the admission.
His eyes darkened. “Get on your knees, little one.” The command dripping from his voice made her kitty clench tight. “Kneel for Papa.”
She obediently knelt at his feet, just as he had taught her to do days ago when he’d given her a lengthy lesson in the proper way to suck his hard cock.
Fisting his length in one hand, he moved closer, until the tip of his rigidness rested only a breath away from her lips.
“You look like a little girl who wants to suck her papa’s cock,” he said in a deep, guttural tone. “But you have to ask first, and politely, Rosie. Go ahead. Be a good girl and ask to suck Papa’s cock.”
Excitement churned within her and the aching between her thighs increased. He had never before ordered her to ask to do such a thing. Instead, he had always commanded her to open her mouth and await the entrance of his shaft.
She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she rested on her knees before her strict but loving papa. If she didn’t follow instructions, no matter how difficult or embarrassing she might find them, he would no doubt turn her over his knee. Papa was a patient man, but she suspected his patience had limits and in this moment she had no desire to test them. She drew in a long breath, preparing to obey his instructions.
“Pl-please, Papa, may I have yourco-cock in my mouth?” The last four words escaped her in a whisper and her face heated. She had never uttered the word ‘cock’ before. Saying the word felt deliciously naughty and sent a quiver across her bottom cheeks, as she experienced a brief moment of worry that she might be punished for using such naughty grownup language. But Papa had told her to say it, and when her eyes lifted from his shaft to his gaze, she noted the dark pleasure reflecting in his visage. Relief filled her and soon the incessant aching in her kitty pulsated harder and hotter. She was certain to leave a stain on her chemise, if not the carpet beneath her, as her arousal deepened with each passing second as she awaited the first taste of her papa’s cock.
He reached down, cupping her cheek as his eyes darkened further. “How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?” He stroked a thumb along the seam of her lips and she drew the digit into her mouth and laved it, eagerly looking forward to the feel of his member against her tongue.
Her entire body trembled in anticipation as more heat gathered in her womanly core, the pulses so strong they nearly took her breath away. She craved the salty pungence of his masculinity and hoped he soon replaced his thumb with his big hard manhood.
“That’s my girl.” Papa’s voice was thick with desire and the sound of it made quakes in her kitty thunder.
Papa withdrew his thumb and tapped the tip of his cock to her bottom lip. She waited patiently, as she had been instructed, for Papa to insert his thick manhood all the way into her mouth. Despite his own obvious arousal, he showed great restraint and moved forward inch by inch while Rosie held her mouth open and dared not allow her tongue to slide over his appendage until he had given her permission, which did not happen until he was fully engulfed and the tip touched the back of her throat.
She raised her eyes to him in a silent bid for permission. Papa smiled lovingly down at her. “Yes, my love, you may commence sucking my cock. You do such a lovely job of it.”
His praise filled her with determination to show him just how well she could pleasure him. Her mouth closed round the hard length of him and she paused, getting used to the sensation briefly before she moved back and forth along her papa’s most sensitive organ.
The skin was smooth and tight and when it pulsed against her tongue she moaned deep in her throat. “Do you enjoy sucking Papa’s cock, Rosie?”
Her mouth was too full for her to form words, but she looked up at him and smiled as best she could around his thickness.
“You are quite the little treasure, my dear Rosie.” Papa’s words were a bit unsteady. Thus encouraged, she increased the pace of her strokes, then reached up tentatively to caress the base of his member, not quite remembering what this fleshy part of his body was called, but eager to touch it again nonetheless. Papa’s sudden inhalation of breath caused her to pause and glance up at him anxiously. Had she done something wrong? She hadn’t touched the sacs since the day they had consummated their marriage, though she had been mindful not to grab him quite so hard this time.
Papa must have recognized the concern on her face, it seemed she could keep no secrets from him. “You may proceed, Rosie dear, the gentle touch of your hand upon my bollocks gives me great pleasure.”
Relieved that she had not done anything to spoil their special time together, Rosie continued to explore with her hand while her mouth resumed sucking on Papa’s cock. She rolled the two orbs together with her fingers and Papa pushed his hands into her hair, gripping her scalp and taking over the rhythm as he pushed in and out of her mouth. Obediently, Rosie remained on her knees while he took his pleasure between her lips. Papa closed his eyes and his cock and the two sacs tightened up. Rosie watched his face contort with ecstasy as he released his essence down her throat with a hearty moan of satisfaction.
There was a momentary pause while Papa returned to himself, then he gently extricated his manhood from between her lips, using his thumb to wipe away some of the remnants of his seed from the corner of her mouth.
“Be a good girl and swallow every last drop, my dear.” He waited until she complied, and while it took two tries, she finally gulped down the entirety of the salty essence he’d spurted into her mouth. The look of pleasure that washed over him was her reward. She liked pleasing Papa and craved his approval more and more every day.
“All of it,” he said with a nod at his hand, which still hovered near her mouth. A few drops of his essence gleamed upon his thumb, and she parted her lips and tentatively licked the digit clean.
“Very, very good girl, Rosie.”
He drew her to stand next to him and kissed her forehead, his hands loosening the ties of her chemise until it fell to a soft puddle on the floor, which was joined by his dressing gown.
