Page 15 of Papa's Captive
He had to taste her.
Just once more before they settled down for sleep.
But the wind howled outside their room with such a force the shutters rattled open, permitting a cool blast of air into the room that startled her. She gasped and moved closer to him. Abandoning the kiss, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and rubbing her back, wanting her to understand how he would protect her from anything. He wished for her to trust him.
He guided her to the large bed and pulled back the covers quickly, gesturing for her to crawl into the warmth of the blankets. She offered him a grateful smile and promptly jumped into bed with a rare giggle as the wind whipped her long dark locks about her head. Once he had her tucked snugly under the covers, he strode to the shutters and locked them. He then turned to face his adorable bride-to-be.
As their eyes locked, thunder crackled in the distance. Worry flitted across her face. Assuming she was frightened by the impending storm, he rushed to remove his jacket, trousers, and boots. Though he normally slept in all his naked glory, he left his shirt on and crawled into bed next to Rosie.
Being near to her, feeling her body heat underneath the covers next to his legs, was a mixture of bliss and torture. Probably best they go to sleep as soon as possible. He kissed her forehead, dimmed the lantern on the bedside table to a faint glow, and wrapped her up in his arms.
“Sleep now, my love. I plan for us to leave the inn before sunrise.”
“Goodnight, Papa,” she said with a yawn.
He planted another kiss to her forehead and then closed his eyes, trying to ignore his growing discomfort. His cock had never been swollen so large and hard before.
They lay in the darkness as wind continued to howl and thunder crackled louder and louder. It was a quick storm, and it began to lull William to sleep. But every time he almost nodded off, Rosie fidgeted or turned around in his arms, as if she couldn’t get comfortable, causing the mattress to bounce and rousing him to full wakefulness every few moments.
With a sigh, he sat up and brightened the lantern. When he glanced down at Rosie, she wore an uncomfortable, almost guilty expression. She looked adorable, with her large blue eyes and her lips slightly parted, as if she were surprised he’d turned on the light.
“What is wrong, little girl?” he asked in a gentle, patient tone.
“Oh, it’s nothing, Papa,” she replied quickly. She rolled over and showed him her back, but he reached for her and forced her to turn around and face him.
“You have been tossing and turning, young lady, and you look almost…guilty. Tell Papa what’s bothering you.” He placed a finger beneath her chin and arched an eyebrow at her. “And tell the truth or neither one of us will likely get any sleep tonight.”
The worry in her eyes deepened, but she sat up against the pillows and held his gaze. She drew a long breath and said, “Oh, Papa, it’s no wonder I look guilty. Iamguilty. Ifeelguilty. You see, before you arrived at Talcott House this afternoon, I was seated on the naughty chair.”
“Oh?” He reached for her trembling hands and silently urged her to continue.
“I behaved terribly this morning while working on my embroidery with Lily and Lettie. Lily said a few things that made me very angry and then I lost control and before I knew what had happened we were wrestling around on the floor fighting one another. Oh, Papa, I have never behaved in such an uncouth manner before and I am deeply ashamed. After my visit with you in the gardens, I was supposed to return to Miss Wickersham’s study to receive the rest of my punishment. I know Lily must have been punished…and now I cannot stop thinking about it.”
“I see,” William said. “What did Lily say that made you so upset, little one?”
Tears brimmed in Rosie’s eyes. “She said I had injured your pride by not setting a wedding date yet, and she said she didn’t think we would be getting married, after all. Since you’d stayed away from Talcott House longer than usual, I got very angry at myself, and at Lily, and…and.” She sniffled, then swallowed hard as a tear cascaded down her cheek.
He reached for the tear and brushed it away with his thumb, letting his hand linger on her face. “I assure you, my intentions toward you, Rosie, have never faltered. Regardless, you shouldn’t have gotten into a physical altercation with another young lady, even if she was goading you. You are correct—that was most uncouth behavior.” He spoke in a firm, even tone as he cupped the side of her face and forced her to hold his gaze. “Am I correct in my assumption that you were owed a spanking from Miss Wickersham that you did not yet receive?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“And the guilt of knowing you had escaped that fate, when Lily most certainly did not, is keeping you awake?”
“I suppose that’s the way of it, Papa, however I promise to stop tossing and turning. I-I feel a little better after telling you what was bothering me.” She gave him a smile through her tear-filled eyes. “Thank you for listening, Papa.” She made to slip back under the covers, but he grasped her upper arms to prevent her movement and gave her a stern look.
“I’m always here to listen, my sweet one.” He paused and carefully considered his next words before continuing. “Rosie, as your papa, it is my duty to see to your correction when you have been naughty. It is also my duty to help you alleviate any guilt, and I know exactly what you need right now, young lady.”
“Papa?” she asked in an uncertain tone, her eyes growing wider than ever. “What-what do I need?”
He leaned closer. “A spanking.”
