Blessed Beginnings (Hunter's Ridge Book 4) (17 page)

Oh, God, he'd chosen her plug. He held it up, the jewel with her initial embedded inside shining in the lamplight. She gave a soft whimper when he slid it between the lips of her sex, using her copious amount of cream to lubricate it. She gasped when he placed it in position, the tip barely pressing against her rosette.

"Push down, Louisa. Show Papa that you want to be filled with your plug. Press down and impale yourself."

His orders, his tone, the look of absolute desire in his eyes, had her obeying an instruction she'd never dreamed of hearing before wedding this wonderful man. It should have been humiliating, it should have had her begging to be released. Instead, it had her pressing her bottom down, opening herself to him—to the plug he'd ordered from Eleanor Summers. He helped, pressing forward as she pressed down. She couldn't contain the soft groan as the tip began to enter her, forcing her muscles to loosen, to open wide enough to accept the invader he wished to seat into her bottom.

"Again," he said, letting her know that tonight she was to be an active participant in his game. It took several minutes and she gave a sharp cry as it finally breached her tight ring of muscle but the move was completed when it slid its full length into her, filling her back passage with a pressure that was both unwelcome and desired.

"Beautiful," he said, twisting the plug until her initial was properly in line. He pressed a kiss upon the jewel before sitting back on his legs, his cock straining towards her body but being denied what it obviously wanted.

"As I said, I too wish you to take your pleasure. However, tonight I want to watch you come."

Confusion filled her eyes at his words. Though her body was thrumming with desire and her back passage was filled, it was not enough to allow her a culmination. She didn't have to wait long to discern his plan.

"Touch yourself."

Surely she'd misheard him. She'd been told time and time again that he was the only one who was in control of her pleasure. If she was caught trying to bring herself to pleasure, she'd had no doubt that her ass would feel at least a dozen strokes of the cane.

"Touch your cunny, Louisa. Play with yourself. I want you to make yourself come as I watch."

"Papa, I-I can't…"

"You can, and you will," he said, reaching between her legs to stroke the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his fingers trailing through moisture left when she'd clamped her legs together. "It's not naughty when I tell you to do so, sweetie. I simply wish to enjoy watching every look on your face and see every stroke of your fingers. You've put your naughty plugs into your bottom before. Now pleasure yourself. Share that with me."

Suddenly she realized that though he wished her to touch herself, he
was
the one in control. When her hand lifted, he nodded. "Good girl. One hand in your quim, and play with your hard little nipples with the other."

God, she felt her body spasm again. Did other men ask such embarrassing things? Did other Papas have their little ones put plugs into their own bottoms or—or like now, expect her to touch her breasts and her cunny? Remembering Emmie's statement that relationships were different for all couples, she finally moved her hand and allowed it to slide down her tummy and into her core.

"That's my girl. Now your nipples. Tug them hard for me. Twist them and pull them. We both know you know exactly what I want to see."

She did know. He'd had her prepare her breasts, her nipples, before so that he could place the clips he'd purchased onto them. As she began to caress her right breast and then moved to give her pebbled nipple a pinch, her body jerked up and she moaned at the incredible sensation. The fingers of her other hand began to move, rubbing between her lips, gasping at discovering exactly how slick she was.

"Look at me, Louisa. Keep your eyes on mine," Edward ordered. She looked up and saw him sitting back, his hand around his cock as he stroked himself. Seeing a bead of clear fluid seep from the slit in his cockhead, she licked along her bottom lip as if wanting to lap up that glistening drop. Moaning, she tugged on her nipple harder, her fingers moving faster as her pleasure built.

"Put a finger inside, ride your finger," he ordered. As she blushed hotter, she slid a finger into herself for the first time in her life. God, it was so hot inside, so like the velvet gowns she'd worn. "That's it, add another." When she had, he spoke again. "Now, in and out. Your fingers are a little cock. Ride it, fuck it."

She could feel her sex gush at his vulgarity and yet she obeyed. Her hand moved to her other nipple, tugging and twisting it until she felt the sharp pain that instantly morphed into pleasure and caused another rush of her cream to coat her fingers.

"Oh… oh, Papa," she moaned, her eyes locked on his, the scene something that would be damned by so many—and yet that didn't matter. They were the only two in the room sharing something so intimate, so wonderful, so incredibly pleasurable.

"What a magnificent sight," Edward said. "My beautiful wife, her hands pinching her tight nipples, her fingers fucking her quim, her pretty pucker stretched so widely around her little plug. Look at that sweet clitty. Standing so tall and pulsing like a little heart."

She instantly became aware of that small bundle of nerves and could actually feel it swelling further, throbbing with need. A deep groan escaped as she tried to reach it with her thumb, something her Papa often did with his fingers deep inside her, but it was awkward for her at best and didn't give her the satisfaction she craved. A soft whine filled the air and she realized it was coming from her own throat.

"Need help?" he asked and she instantly nodded, lifting her hips as if wanting to make it easier for him to touch her. He did touch her but not in the way she wanted. Instead, he used his free hand to reach for the plug in her ass. When he gave it a tug, she jerked and moaned, her hands stilling.

"Naughty," he said again. "Keep tugging on your titties as your Papa joins in the play. Unless, of course, my beautiful little one would like a well-striped bottom to encourage her? Tell me, little lady, would you like to take a recess? Your strap is hanging right inside the armoire."

The words weren't a threat. She knew the stripes he'd place across her nates would not be for punishment; they were a promise to increase the pleasure. She might not understand her deepest needs but her Papa did. With her nod and a single whispered, 'please', he did just that.

Taking both of her ankles in one of his hands, he lifted her bottom from the pillows as if diapering her. Instead of a soft nappy, a hard strip of leather slapped against her flesh. A second stroke left its mark beneath the first and earned him a moan that went straight to his cock. Lifting her legs even higher, easily holding her in place, he looked down into her eyes as he painted another four stripes across her plump, jiggling globes. Lowering her down, he positioned her again, her newly reddened bottom lifted high, and she almost came when he pulled her a bit forward on the stack of pillows with nothing more than his palms squeezing her hot globes.

"Recess is over, little girl. It's time to return to your schooling. Now, where were we?" He once again jiggled the flesh he was still holding and then smiled as he pulled the twin cheeks apart. "Ah, yes, how could I forget with such a pretty little jewel right before my eyes?" She remembered as well as he returned to play with her plug, thrusting it and out of her bottom. Her hands continued to tug on her nipples and play between her legs. She felt her pleasure building and lifted her hips a bit, struggling to find her clit, and when she managed, she knew she was but a few strokes away.

"Pa-Papa," she panted, her fingers sliding in and out of her quim faster and faster, her fingers tugging on a nipple, her bottom-hole pulsing with each thrust of her plug. "M-may I come, please, Papa… please let me come."

"Yes, my love, come for me. Let me see and hear you take your pleasure." He moved his hand up and down his cock and the plug in and out of her ass. She arched and screamed, her climax forcing her entire body to convulse, her eyes widening and glazing over as she exploded for his pleasure. When her fingers stilled and she attempted to clamp her legs together, she found his hands on her thighs, pulling her legs over his shoulders as he finally plunged his rock hard cock deep into her. While she was slick and prepared, the plug in her ass ensured that she felt full to bursting. She gasped, her hands moving to grip his arms as he pressed forward until he was completely buried.

"Now, little lady, we shall come together." He bent forward and kissed each of her tender nipples and then her mouth as he began to fuck her. It wasn't but a few strokes before she was begging to come again—but he denied her. "Together, little one, or someone will be going to bed with a truly hot bottom."

She moaned and fought to hold back the pleasure that threatened to totally consume her. Her scream of his name came but a moment before being matched by him calling out her name as they exploded. It felt like it went on for a lifetime, her quim contracting around his cock, her bowels contracting around her plug. He continued to stroke in and out a few more times before lowering himself, taking his weight on his forearms.

"God, I love you," Edward said, taking deep breaths as his heart rate gradually slowed. "I love watching you take your pleasure and I love sharing that pleasure with you."

"I love you, Papa," she whispered, her hand stroking through his hair.

He kissed her nipples again and then slid from her, drawing another moan and another blush as he kissed her still thrumming sex, then kissed her pucker after slowly removing her plug. He looked up and his grin told her he was aware that she'd failed. Pulling the pillows from beneath her, he settled and pulled her across his lap, his slick cock causing her to shiver when it pressed against her skin.

His hand rubbed across her bottom, dipping into the cleft and tapping against her empty pucker. She groaned and shuddered as a finger slipped inside, the entry easy since she'd been opened with her plug.

"Shall I spank this little pucker, or perhaps this?" he pondered aloud, his hand moving to slap lightly against her sex. "Hmm, but then what about these precious striped cheeks? I'd certainly hate to leave them out of the game. What should I do? What do you suggest, little lady?"

Louisa trembled, not with fear but with desire, even though she'd come twice already. "Wh-whatever you think best, Papa. I belong to you in all ways."

"Ah, that is true, but, my love, never forget that I also belong to you." With that, he gave her a spanking like none other. She never knew if she'd feel his entire palm against her bottom cheeks or a finger slapping against her rosette or a few fingers slapping against her sex, always managing to land on her sensitive clitty. She had no idea how many strokes she'd received when she had to ask once more for permission to come.

His deep chuckle had her blushing and yet with another two strokes against her sex, she had to beg, "Please, Papa. I-I'm going to come."

"Then come, my love, come for me once again." And, she did, her body spasming again and again, every muscle contracting, every cell threatening to burst with the combination of pain from her now cherry-red bottom and pleasure from his light taps and strokes against her pucker and her clitty. His hand continued to rub against her nates until she stilled, collapsed in a boneless heap across his lap. Edward finally lifted her and arranged her on her side, pulling her back against him.

"Just remember, if I ever catch you playing with yourself without permission, this little bottom will not receive such a gentle chastisement, nor will you be allowed pleasure. Instead, it will be very hot and very sore."

"Yes, Papa," she said, her lips curving into a soft smile. Yes, she'd enjoyed her culmination, but it didn't compare to the ones she experienced when it was his fingers or his mouth playing between her legs. "I'll remember."

"Good girl," he said softly, his tone indicating he was close to sleep. "But rest assured, we'll be playing that game often."

Louisa smiled again and snuggled her bottom a bit closer into his groin. She did so love playing games.

Chapter Eleven

"Where's Franny?" Ettie asked a few days later after the girls awakened from their naps. "I haven't seen her, and wanted to ask her about the pattern she drew."

"Oh, she went with Edward," Bea offered from where she was sitting, knitting what was going to be a baby sweater. "Perhaps I can help you with the pattern?"

"No!" Emmie said and then realized she'd shouted. "I mean, um, Franny drew it and is the only one who can decipher it."

"Well then, I'm afraid you'll have to wait," Bea said, giving her a puzzled look as Ettie hurried from the room.

"Where did your Papa go?" Lucy asked Louisa as the two worked on the puzzle with Emmie.

"I don't know, he didn't say," Louisa answered. "All he said was that it was Christmas."

"Ah." Lucy giggled. "I wonder what he is getting for you."

"I have no idea. I told him that I really don't need a single thing. Have you finished your presents?"

"Almost. In fact, now would be a good time to speak to Jasper. Come with me?"

Louisa leaned forward a bit. "I don't think it's a good idea to go to the barn alone. Don't you remember what happened?"

"It would be hard to forget," Lucy whispered. "It took almost the entire week for the wheals to disappear."

"Wheals? Do tell," Emmie said, her voice also low.

Lucy was grateful when Bea announced she was going to get some tea. Quickly filling Emmie in on the fact that she'd received a dozen cane strokes for disobeying her Papa's orders about the barn, she finished with a smile. "At least this week's maintenance was just for reminding me to be a good girl."

The other two nodded. All three had been in attendance during Sunday's session. Emmie had been impressed with the room at the top of the attic, and grateful that she'd been a good girl all week. Seeing the furniture built for only one purpose, and that being bending a naughty girl over to have her bottom blistered, had both excited and scared her.