Blessed Beginnings (Hunter's Ridge Book 4) (2 page)

As the procession moved towards the raised platform and arranged themselves to face the congregation, the organ's first notes rang out and the members began to sing
Oh Come All Ye Faithful,
voices shaking just a bit as the emotional impact of the pageant enveloped them.

Pastor Hawkins motioned for his flock to sit and as Lucy did, she found that instead of the hard wood of the pew, she was pulled down onto her Papa's lap. Though a bit shocked at the impropriety of the move, she couldn't deny the gift of comfort he was offering. She smiled as she saw Louisa on Edward's lap. Looking about the church, she realized that while the majority of these members did not participate in a lifestyle such as hers, some obviously did, as other laps were filled. Relaxing, she forgot about what anyone might think as she listened to the charismatic voice of the pastor as he read the Christmas story from the Bible. He preached a very short sermon focusing on blessings, sharing and the love man should have for one another.

They sang a few more carols, the service ending with voices raised in reverence with the stanzas of
Silent Night.
It had been the most beautiful service Lucy had ever witnessed. Louisa gave her a hug and thanked Lucas for the pleasure of sharing his church.

Ettie and Franny were soon surrounded by children as they handed out the cones of candy. Lucy saw Mary at the edge and moved to her. Bending down, she gave the little girl a hug.

"Did you see me, Miss Lucy? I was an angel and I didn't even fidget!"

"You are a beautiful angel, Mary. You did such a good job," Lucy said.

Mary giggled as Lucas scooped her up and moved towards his sisters. "Such a good angel deserves a treat," he said. Mary gave his neck a hug before accepting the cone that Ettie handed her.

Not a single child left without a treat and there were still a few cones in the basket. "I think girls who worked so hard to ensure such happiness also deserve a reward." Lucas took the basket from his youngest sister and bent to kiss her cheek as he pressed a cone into her hand. He repeated the gesture with Bea, Franny, and Louisa, thanking them all. Instead of giving Lucy her cone, he plucked a small piece of candy from it and held it to her lips. She blushed but opened her mouth to accept the treat.

"You are my angel," he said after bending to whisper against her ear. "And, Kitten, you have several more treats awaiting you at home."

Lucy looked up into his eyes, her eyes bright as her fingers dipped into the cone he held, lifting a candy to his own lips, smiling when his mouth opened to take the sweet. "Treats should be shared, Papa, please take me home."

Chapter One

When her Papa led her to bed himself, any fatigue Lucy felt from the day fled. Once the door to his chamber closed, he pulled her to him, his mouth finding hers and his hand moving to cup the back of her head to keep her close. By the time he released her, she was panting and trembling as he began to remove her clothing, letting each piece drop to the floor. Forgoing any gown, he guided her to the fur rug in front of the fire, helping her to her knees before he knelt before her. His hands moved over her body, stroking every inch of her skin, gently cupping her breasts, his thumbs giving feather light strokes across her puckered nipples before instructing her to lie down on her tummy. Despite the warmth of the fire that was popping behind its screen, she shivered. While she was entirely nude, her husband had not so much as undone a single button of his clothing.

When she opened her mouth to speak, he gently pressed a finger against her lips. "Shh, just relax, kitten. You did so very well during your maintenance session. I was extremely proud of you. You also did a wonderful job in performing your penance. You've given me the gift of your submission. Now it is time for you to let me love you."

Nodding, she laid her cheek in the soft fur as he began to massage her shoulders and down her spine, loosening every tense muscle. When he began to smooth cream across her bottom, gooseflesh rose on her skin as his fingers ran along every wheal left across her hillocks from strokes of the cane. His hands moved down to massage her thighs and then her calves, ending with gentle rotation of each foot until she felt like a limp noodle, positive she no longer had a solid bone in her body.

"Ohh," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open when she felt his hands gently turning her over and guiding her legs apart. Bending over her, he kissed her softly and had her gasping in pleasure as he licked a turgid nipple until she was squirming before drawing it into his mouth to suckle harder. After giving her other breast the same delicious attention, he slid his lips down her tummy, taking little nibbles along the way before he settled between her thighs. She moaned as his tongue slipped between the lips of her sex, opening them as he loved her. "Papa…"

"Shh, Lucy. Close your eyes and just feel." It was an instruction she could obey without question. Every stroke of his tongue, every caress of his lips had her sinking deeper into the pleasure. When the tip of his tongue began to lap softly across her clitty, circling the engorged bud, she moaned again, fingers curling into the fur. It was the softest touch and yet ignited every nerve ending in her body and when she came, it was to ride wave upon wave of blissful pleasure, her body quivering long after her husband had given her his final kiss. He picked her up, cradling her to his chest and placed a kiss on her forehead before tucking her into bed. Lucy wanted to thank him, wanted to love him as well, but before he joined her, she was sound asleep.

Lucy woke with a soft moan of pleasure. Opening her eyes, the light through the curtains told her it was morning even as she blushed at the sight of her husband kneeling between her legs, his lips wrapped around her right nipple, suckling gently. Her body clenched as he gave it a soft bite before lifting his head and meeting her eyes. He didn't speak but used the tip of his tongue to trace a circle around her other nipple, resulting in its tightening and another soft moan being drawn from her. When she felt his knee move, nudging her thigh, she spread her legs wider to accommodate him.

As always when he touched her, her body was quickly ready. Her hand moved to the back of his head and her fingers ran through his hair as he slid inside her. "Ohh," she moaned as he filled her so completely. His hips rocked gently as he slowly made love to her, his mouth moving from breast to breast to lick, suckle and nip at her sensitive nipples. Every thrust had her bottom rasping against the sheets, the friction reigniting the wheals across her rear.

"Sore?" he asked, lifting his head again.

"Yes, sir, a little," she admitted, her teeth finding her bottom lip as a hard thrust pinned her beneath his heavy weight.

She squealed, her hands scrabbling to grab his shoulders as he rolled to his back, his cock buried deep even as he adjusted her to sit on his lap. The relief to her bottom was instant and though she appreciated his concern, a secret part of her actually missed the additional sensation making love on a recently punished arse provided.

"Ride me," he instructed, his fingers taking the place of his lips as they found her nipples. As he began to roll and pluck them, she moaned, moved her knees wider to straddle his hips and lifted her body. Memories of the first time she'd been in this position, the feelings of insecurity in not knowing what was expected that morning on the train, had her smiling.

"You've come a long way," he said softly as he demonstrated yet again how connected they both were, obviously sharing the same memory. "You are so incredibly beautiful when you ride, Lucy."

She felt her face suffuse with her pleasure at his words and arched her back, her long hair sweeping against his thighs as she pleasured him. She moved up and down his shaft in long slow movements, the contrast of being filled and then empty increasing her arousal. Rocking forwards and back, undulating her hips in a rolling movement, she heard his breath catch and smiled yet again. He continued to tweak her turgid buds and as she felt her culmination building, she began to move faster.

"You are quite the erotic equestrian, kitten," Lucas said, thrusting up into her. "Whether it be Diabla you ride while offering your arse for my cane, or posting on my cock, I will never tire of watching you."

"Please," she said, her body thrumming with all the sensations his actions and his words were causing. "I-I… may I take my pleasure?"

Lucas's head moved from side to side and the grin he gave her had her sex clenching around his shaft. "Not yet. This time I want you to come with me."

She moaned and bit her bottom lip as she attempted to stall her explosion. Denial was a lesson he was teaching her and though she found it so very difficult to obey, she had to admit that having to withhold her own pleasure for however long her husband decreed made her release just that much sweeter when she was at last allowed to fall over the brink.

Pulling away a bit to keep her clitty from full contact, she moaned as the adjustment caused her breasts to feel more of a pull because his fingers had yet to release her nipples. Moving a bit slower, she heard him chuckle.

"Naughty. I don't wish for you to slow, little one. Ride me properly." Lucas gave each of her nipples a final nip and then slid his hands to cup the globes of her bottom. His blunt nails raked across the wheals, causing her to gasp and more of her cream to seep from her body.

"Oh… oh, I-I don't think I can…"

"You can," he assured her, assisting her by cupping her buttocks again and lifting her higher before pulling her down until his length was completely buried within her quim. While she was just beginning to learn self-control, he was a master. Lifting her again, he held her high until his cockhead was just barely inside and when she moaned, he lowered her only an inch before lifting her again.

"Please, I need you deep," Lucy begged, attempting to lower herself, seeking to draw more of his shaft into her body.

"Don't spend," he ordered, thrusting deep and causing her to gasp in pleasure. He continued to thrust to varying depths before always withdrawing at the exact moment before she lost control.

The act of love became a dance, with his leading and her following. She bent forward, her lips finding his chest in a kiss as she rotated her hips, her body desperate for release and her heart desperate to obey his wishes. It was both exquisitely delicious and bordering on painful as her release was denied time and time again. She had just about decided that a spanking would be worth being allowed to fall into the abyss when he pulled her down and cupped her face, kissing her gently.

"Good girl, now come with me." He began to slam into her as he took full control, claiming her for his own and within a dozen strokes, she could feel him tensing and her explosion moving past the point of no return. She cried out his name as he cried hers and they came together in the ultimate bliss of pleasure.

Her body was still contracting, the walls of her cunny caressing his cock until he'd spilled every drop of his seed within her. He didn't pull out as she bent forward, collapsing like a rag doll. It was one of her favorite positions, as it allowed her to rest her cheek on his broad chest, her ear over his heart. She loved hearing it gradually slow as he regained his composure.

"I love you, Papa," she said softly as he wrapped his arms around her, his hand stroking through the strands of her hair.

"I love you more than I can ever say, kitten."

She smiled and lifted her head long enough to place a kiss where her ear had been pressed. "Even though I'm often naughty?"

His large hand moved to stroke against her bottom cheeks, fingers tracing the slightly raised wheals placed there by his hand wielding the cane. "Lucille, I will love you every moment for the rest of my life, no matter how naughty you might be." She squealed when his hand lifted and cracked against her right cheek. "Besides, we both know exactly what naughtiness will earn you, don't we?"

"Yes, sir." Lucy couldn't help but squirm as his fingers unerringly found each and every mark left by the thin, wicked rod. Though she'd just found her pleasure, her body instantly began to climb to that peak again. When she began to rock her hips once more, her husband smiled.

"What a wonderfully wanton woman I wed."

"I'm sorry, Papa," she whispered, her hips stilling as her face flushed. His answer was to roll her onto her back and bend over her until his lips were a fraction away from hers.

"Never be sorry for who you are, my love. You are exactly how you should be. A little naughty and yet a very good girl." He pulled away from her, only to press back inside. "And a little bashful about what pleasures you seek but so responsive that it brings me great pleasure to give you the explosions you desire."

"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer me to be just the good girl?"

"No, kitten," he replied, moving to sit back and using his hands to lift her arse off the mattress, squeezing a bit until she gave a soft yelp. "Who in their right mind would want boring when they could have a beautiful sassy girl to keep them on their toes?"

Her giggle was stifled when he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss began softly but by the time she was released in order to draw breath, his cock was once again thrusting into her and she was moving her body to match his every movement as if the two had become one.

"Keep your eyes on mine," he ordered. "I love watching your eyes when you come."

Violet blue eyes met his and when she asked for permission to take her pleasure, he gave it. Within minutes, she was exploding for the second time, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands on his shoulders as her body contracted again and again, the ripples in her quim pulling him deeper until he, too, tensed and came. No matter how many times she was taken by this man, she would never feel like it was enough. He stirred her body, her heart, and her soul each and every time.

When he rolled onto his side and tucked her against him, her bottom snug against his softening cock, she sighed in complete satisfaction. Yes, this man had blistered her bottom with his hand and her paddle. Yes, he had laid perfectly parallel wheals down her cheeks and even seared her sit-spots as a consequence of her naughtiness, yet he also cradled her on his lap and in his arms. He soothed her tears as he accepted her penance and forgave her. He made love to her until she screamed her pleasure and then cuddled her to his body, protecting her from all harm. This was her life and she wouldn't trade a single moment of it. She'd found her soul mate and knew that being so loved was the greatest gift one could ever receive.