Page 48 of Papa's Captive
Chapter 21
William crawled into bed next to his beloved Rosie and immediately took her in his arms. She sighed and snuggled against him, wrapping her bare legs against his. He peered down at her and his heart rejoiced to glimpse her relaxed expression. It was their second night at Caldwell House since returning to London and he was glad that despite her anxieties over returning to the city of her birth, where many bad memories still haunted her, she appeared more content than he’d seen her in quite some time.
He had spent much of the journey from Craigmul Castle to London reassuring her of his devotion and promising her all would be well. Even if someone recognized her in London, he would defend her honor and do whatever was in his power to make things right. She had endured much tragedy in her short life and had not allowed it to break her, a fact of which he had reminded her more than once when he wished for her to realize the amplitude of her bravery and her resilience.
She had also recently come completely clean with him regarding her illicit trip to the forest near Craigmul Castle, revealing that she’d ran there to bury a box that contained the newspaper clippings about her father. She had bowed her head as she made the confession, apologizing for lying to him for her reasons for leaving the property without permission, particularly her tale about trying to dig up a holly tree. When she’d asked if he intended to punish her for those lies, he shook his head and said he was proud of her for telling him the truth. “You have suffered enough and I appreciate you coming to me with the full truth now. I cannot in good conscience chastise you, my sweet Rosie,” he had replied before kissing her soundly and expressing his love for her in a physical manner so vigorous they had nearly broken the bed.
Perhaps she was reading his mind, for her hand soon drifted up his thigh, teasing in its proximity to his cock. When he noted a glimmer of mischief in her eyes and a slight smile turning the corners of her sensuous lips, he knew she was trying to provoke his passions. The insatiable little minx.
Turning to face her, he said, “It occurs to me, my dear Rosie, that with all the hubbub of traveling to London and getting situated in Caldwell House, several days have passed without you wearing an arse plug.” He gave her a playful but stern look. “It seems you have a lot of making up to do.”
An endearing blush covered her neck and engulfed her face. Her eyes widened and she said, “Yes, Papa. Shall I...fetch the box?”
“Yes,” he said, his blood heating as his cock thickened in anticipation. “And hurry back. Papa is going to claim you hard, little girl.”
Her flush deepened and she scurried out of bed to find the box. Once she returned to his side, she held it out to him in a shy manner. He accepted the box, rose from the bed, and flipped the lid open, selecting the third largest plug.
“You know the proper position, do you not?” He lifted an eyebrow at her and she soon assumed the correct position, bent over the bed with her thighs spread wide and her bottom cheeks pulled apart to reveal the enticing pink pucker of her arsehole.
“Is this acceptable, Papa?” she asked, peering over her shoulder. Her eyes darkened with eager lust and the beautiful yet erotic sight left William momentarily speechless.
“Yes, Rosie,” he finally said, moving closer and running a hand along her crevice. “Very, very good girl.”
She accepted the plug with so much ease that he realized he should have used the largest one. Next time, he thought, as he shoved his hard cock into her sweet, tight little cunny. Next time she would accept the largest plug, and not long after that she would submit to having his cock in her shy bottom hole.
As he plunged into her kitty with mounting speed, his bollocks slapped against her clitty and she moaned and clutched at the covers, her inner walls clamping down around his manhood.
“Be a good girl and come for Papa,” he said.
A moment later, she obeyed, writhing beneath him as her insides contracted around him, sending him over the precipice of his own blinding climax.
“Oh Papa,” she said after he withdrew from her cunny. “I-I do not believe I can move. My legs have turned to mush.”
“Then I shall carry you, my sweet bride.” He cupped her privates and gave her soaking wet mound a squeeze. “Or perhaps I shall leave you here, bent over the bed and waiting for another session of rough lovemaking. Session after session after session...”
“Papa!” she said with a giggle. “There you go again, saying such shockingly naughty things.”
He delivered a playful swat to her bottom. “I cannot help myself when it comes to you, my dear Rosie. You inspire the naughtiness in me.” He grew serious suddenly and lifted her in his arms, cradling her to his chest. He placed a kiss to her forehead and peered into the bottomless depths of her expressive blue eyes. “You also inspire the best in me, for I believe I’ve become a better man since you entered my life. Thank you, my love.”
“Oh Papa.” She cupped his face. “I love you, so very much. I feel like the luckiest little girl in the whole wide world to have you as my papa.”
He kissed her again and held her close, vowing to cherish, love, and protect his sweet little bride for the rest of their days. “I daresay I am the lucky one,” he whispered into her ear, before trailing kisses down her neckline, “for I have the sweetest, most passionate and loving bride to call mine.”
