Little Secrets (10 page)

She leaned onto her tiptoes and crushed her lips against his.

Charley had been caught off-guard by the kiss. The entire argument had been exhausting and yet it fueled his fervent need to please her. He had suspected that she would have emotional doubts when it came to accepting him into her life and trusting him implicitly. Though Charley had not known the extent of damage Preston had done to her heart, it was clear he'd left it torn and for another man to pick up the pieces.

His mouth opened, accepting her kiss as his hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer and tighter. He wanted to ravage her, make love to her, and experience a union that was sacred only after marriage. His cock hardened in his trousers, and his heart pumped harder and faster. Charley would not take her virtue, not until she graduated and they were wed. It did not mean he could not still desire and please her, while finding his own pleasure as well.

He unfastened the clip in her hair, bringing her brown tresses tumbling down to her shoulders in one swift motion. He preferred her to wear her hair down. It made her look older and more sophisticated, not that he did not enjoy the youthful look that the Ashby afforded her, but it was nice to see a different side of his little Eliza.

Grinning, she took charge, pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his waist as she climbed above him.

It took him a moment to regain his composure as her fingers worked his trousers loose and her hand dipped in to caress his rock hard cock.

As much as he wanted her to stroke and suck him, he would not allow himself the pleasure of guiding his shaft into her quim, not for many more years. He wished with all his might that her graduation from Ashby would come soon, because he certainly felt ready for it.

Forcefully, he rolled Eliza onto her back, his hands pinning her arms down to the mattress. "Remember who is in charge," he said, staring down at her. It took every ounce of strength to stop her from going after what she wanted. He would tell her when it was acceptable.

"Fine. I will not pleasure you at all," she said, smiling up at him, giggling under her breath. "Although I am quite sure I could help soothe the hardness of your cock."

Was she trying to make him harden even further? "I should spank you for that dirty mouth." Charley relinquished his hold on her arms, his body shifting slightly to allow his fingers to lift the hem of her skirt. His movements were slow and steady, savoring every second he had alone with her. His fingers dipped down into her cotton bloomers, feeling over her silky, recently shaven cunny. Her wetness seeped onto his digits and he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, desiring to taste her and satisfy the curiosities that had been tugging at him in the late hours of the night.

He crawled down her hips, lifting the hem of her dress to her stomach as he kissed a warm path down her navel, gently guiding the cotton bloomers down with his movements. His lips hovered over her center, smelling her sweet womanly aroma before letting his mouth fall to her thighs. Charley felt her hips shift as he teased his little Eliza, dragging the moment on for far longer than she could handle.

"Please," she whined, her fingers moving from the mattress into his hair. Did she desire his tongue on her pearl, or was she wanting what he would not give her tonight?

It did not mean they could not be intimate. He just had to ensure her virtue remained intact. Charley was not one to ruin a young woman's reputation. He respected her enough to wait until they were married.

He guided her legs further apart as he buried his head between her thighs, licking and sucking at the sweet nectar that dripped from her cunny. His fingers dipped in, stroking her wetness, stretching her tight quim as he crawled back up her body. Charley's lips fell upon her neck.

Her soft sweet moans filled the room as her hips shifted. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn't ready to give in just yet. Charley withdrew his digits, listening to her whimper in protest as he guided her to sit up. "I want you out of your gown," he said, insisting to help her undress. He worked the laces free, loosening the garment before helping slide the material up and off. He let it fall to the floor, leaving the clothes on the marble to be picked up later.

Relieved to find no other undergarments hidden beneath the dress, his fingers caressed her bare skin, grazing gently up to her breast as he guided Eliza back down to the bed. He lay beside her, stroking every freckle, memorizing the details that were uniquely her.

"You're staring." Her bubbled laughter proved she was nervous.

"I like what I see," he said. "Why should I deny myself the pleasure of your beauty?" His finger lifted her chin, bringing her lips to his as he kissed her. She lay naked beneath him, the only warmth shared between them was the heat she radiated and which he gave to her as he kissed and lingered over her skin, sucking each nipple, caressing both breasts. He wanted to remind her that she was his and would never have another care in the world, if it were up to him.

"It is not fair, you have far too many clothes on," Eliza objected as she reached for his shirt. "At least let me see what is hidden under here."

Charley backed up slightly, just out of reach as he removed his shirt. "The trousers come later." He had all evening with his little Eliza, and even though it had not begun as he had hoped, they were exactly where he wanted to be.

She whimpered in protest, her hands clasping onto his trousers. Was she going to rip them off without his permission?

He laughed, capturing her hands, stopping her. "What do you think you are doing?" He refused to loosen his grip, worried that she would not listen to him. Eliza had a habit of getting into trouble. He did not wish to spank her before plugging her bottom with his throbbing cock, but he would do what was necessary.

"Come now, Papa," she said, her voice silky and bubbly. "I want to see what I felt earlier." Her cheeks were red and her green eyes a darker shade of emerald as he dragged her arms back down onto the mattress.

"We need to work on your listening skills," he said. "Roll over." He nudged her side, trying to get her to do as she was told. Charley did not wish to turn this into another power struggle between the two of them.

Eliza rolled onto her stomach. She wiggled her perfectly round bottom. "Are you going to spank me, Papa?" There was a fire in her eyes, a mischievous glint that had yet to cease. She would be a handful for him, not that he minded, as long as he remained in control.

"I am considering discipline if it is necessary," Charley said. He did not want to redden her bottom and make her sore before the other intimate activities he had planned for the two of them, but if she required to be kept in line, he would do what was needed. He studied her face and watched her hips gyrate.

"As am I," Eliza said. She reached for his hand and brought it down to her bottom. "I have been a naughty, naughty girl."

"Yes, you have." He shook his head. Spanking clearly turned his little Eliza on. He wasn't sure whether to give her what she desired or inform Nanny Agnes the next time they met. Right now, his focus was on Eliza and her pleasure. "Climb onto all fours."

Eliza was good at following instructions, especially when they involved what she desired, and was eager to please her papa. Charley felt proud that she was not fighting him in the slightest. His hand reached between her thighs, grazing her swollen lips as he felt the juices coating his fingers. He dragged his digits back toward her bottom entrance before undoing his trousers.

"Papa?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder at him.

"Try and relax, my love." His words were calm and warm, filled with lust as he stroked his hardening member with the grease from her bedside table, preparing for his entrance.

"I want to touch you, Papa."

He wanted to feel her tongue against his shaft, but that would have to wait. Perhaps later, after a warm bath together, they could continue with a second act.

"Just close your eyes and enjoy what you feel," he whispered, leaning in against her neck as he kissed the sensitive skin, wanting to arouse all of her senses. Bringing his shaft toward her bottom entrance, his hand dipped down between her folds, dragging her wetness back to her pink pucker, using his fingers to prepare her. He withdrew his digits and separated her bottom cheeks with one hand while poising the head of his glistening cock at her rosebud. In one swift motion, he guided his cock in past her tight ring, feeling her insides stretch as she accommodated his size.

Eliza gasped as he slowly entered her bottom, her body remaining on all fours. "Please, oh."

"Good, oh?" He did not wish to hurt her, though he expected there might be some discomfort at first. That was why they had kept her bottom plugged night after night, to train her for this moment.

"Yes," she said, her voice a hiss as she clenched her teeth.

Hearing her single word of encouragement, he pushed his thick cock deeper inside her tight entrance.

"Oh!" she squealed a second time, this one much louder.

"Quiet," he said, warning her to keep her voice down. What would happen if Nanny Agnes, or worse, the headmaster, came to check on the two of them? He had not taken her virtue, but Charley was doing more than just a little cuddling. They had both earned this special time together, and he was going to enjoy every second of it with her.

Eliza whimpered, and though her moans were contained, they had not ceased entirely.

Charley guided his cock all the way in to her tight bottom before slowly withdrawing most of the way out, and thrusting back in, the sensation overwhelming as she tightened her muscles.

"Do not come yet," he said. Charley was not ready for the moment to be over and done with. "Keep breathing, Eliza."

He heard her sharp gasp as his fingers dove between her folds, finding her pearl. His finger swiped over the swollen bud, circling and swirling as her blood pulsated down to her cunny. Charley could practically feel the heat radiating from her pussy. His fingers teased her entrance, giving her what pleasure he could while he took his own.

His hips jerked, thrusting against her bottom, keeping her close, her body against his, while he stroked her with two fingers inside her tight pussy.

Eliza was heavenly, her smell, the feel of her trembling in his arms.

Charley continued to pleasure her as his own cock pulsated and swelled, nearing his release. He kept moving, thrusting against her bottom, one hand steadying her hips and the other deep in her sweet little cunny, with his thumb flicking over her clit. He wanted her there with him. "Come for me, little Eliza." His lips found her neck, sucking the sweet salty skin as she tightened and shuddered, moaning as she finally let go.

He joined her, allowing the moment to take him over as he spilled his seed into her bottom, before pulling out and falling onto his back against the mattress, gasping for breath. His heart would not cease to pound erratically. Charley felt as though Eliza and everyone else at Ashby might hear the steady rhythm of his heart pounding against his ribcage, as if it were begging to be set free.

She rolled onto her back, her eyes opening as she stared up at the ceiling, mouth parted, panting for air.

Charley shifted along the bed, curling up beside her, his hand finding her hip, bringing her closer. "We are not done for tonight," he whispered, making his intentions perfectly clear.

"What do you have planned?" Eliza asked. She did not so much as sit up. A soft pink flush covered her breasts and neck, which matched her rosy cheeks.

He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers. "A warm bath to start, but not for a few minutes. We will need to find a maid to bring in warm water, and I do not wish for you to leave my embrace yet." His breaths were thick and deep as he slowly climbed down from the euphoric high that she had given him. Did she realize the power she had, the ability to make him feel such happiness?

"I do not wish to climb from this bed all night," Eliza said, a bright smile on her face. The flush began to fade from her chest but the redness in her cheeks had yet to dull. "Please, Papa, I want you to stay the night."

What she asked was not possible, but he did not wish to disappoint her so soon. One day, they would have that chance—to share moments from sunset to sunrise. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. "Rest for a few minutes," he said, pulling up the blankets around them. Charley did not bother to put his clothes back on. Hopefully, no one would walk into the nursery unannounced.

Eliza's heart stirred in her chest, the constant rhythmic thump refused to slow. He had sparked a desire awake that she had not known existed. Certainly he had aroused her just a few short days ago but now, after what he had given her, a piece of himself, she had never imagined to feel as though she were floating, free at last.

The quiet serene moment shared between them was quickly interrupted when Nanny Agnes burst into the room.

Papa's eyes opened and he turned his head, glancing at the older woman with her scornful stare.

Was Eliza in trouble for what had transpired? What about her papa? She did not wish to see him sent away, where she would never see him again. Possessively, she wrapped her leg around his and rested a hand on his chest. She knew it was a bold move, one that only seemed to displease her nanny even further.

"Little Eliza, come! It is time for your bath." Nanny Agnes stalked into the nursery, leaving the door that led to the hall open.

Why was her nanny being callous? Did she wish to humiliate Eliza or punish Charley? Could it perhaps be a bit of both?

"I see you are already undressed. Up!" the older woman commanded, clapping her hands together. Approaching the bed, she ripped the sheets right off her charge. Nanny Agnes glanced over the bed sheets. "Thank heavens there is not a red stain!"

Grumbling under his breath, Papa sat up, the blanket resting at his waist, hiding his intimate region as he watched the scenario around him. What the blazes was going through his mind? Why did he not say anything? He surely could not want Nanny Agnes to stay and interrupt whatever it was he had planned for the two of them. Unless… had she done something to disappoint her papa?

Eliza was not experienced with men. Preston had never seen her stockings, let alone her bare legs. She had not minded Charley's intimate stare or his touch as he caressed her skin. Any chance with her papa alone, she would take.

"What are you doing in here?" Papa asked. His gaze rested upon Nanny Agnes. "We had an agreement. I was to be alone with little Eliza until her bedtime."

"Her rituals remain the same, even with you as her caregiver. She is to have dinner, bathe, and then go straight to bed. Seeing as how you both missed the evening meal, it is time for her bath." Agnes's tone seemed much more relaxed then when she had first burst in through the door.

Eliza's stomach grumbled. "Nanny Agnes, please, would you be so kind as to bring us a tray? Even if we must share it. I am starving, and you know I behave better on a full stomach."

Charley shuffled his legs around to the side of the bed. "I will get you dinner." He bent down, grabbing his trousers and clothes from where they were strewn across the floor, his back to Nanny Agnes as he dressed.

Eliza watched him, a faint smile growing upon her face as she realized he was not waiting for the nanny's approval. He was taking charge, caring for her of his own accord. She cherished the simple fact that he was there for her, in a way no man had ever been.

After he had fixed his attire, he stared sharply at Eliza's nanny. "Where do I fetch a tray of dinner for the two of us?"

She was not surprised that he did not know his way around Ashby. Eliza had not seen much of the building, except for the wing that housed the littles, with its playroom and nurseries for each little one.

Nanny Agnes rolled her eyes and rubbed her hands over her dress, as if she were dusting the filth from her gown. "I suppose I can bring you each a tray. I will have a maid fetch water for the bath. As soon as she is done eating, you are to bathe her and put her to bed. I will return before nine. I expect her to be sound asleep when I come to check on little Eliza."

"She will be in bed when I put her down," Charley said, his tone stern.

Eliza felt her fingers tremble against the mattress. He was not taking orders from her nanny. Would Agnes report back to the headmaster that she could not control Mr. Lockwood or Eliza? "I will be asleep," Eliza said, blurting the words out, trying to help her papa. The longer her nanny argued about when her charge would be put down, the more precious private time for just the two of them was being lost.

"Good." Nanny Agnes nodded, pleased with the response. "I will return." Her heels clicked as she walked, leaving an echo as she pattered down the hall.

Papa bent down, retrieving Eliza's clothes that had been scattered about. "You may be undressed for your bath, but you are underdressed for dinner," he said. He shut the curtains and turned the lantern up higher to bask the room in a warm amber glow.

Eliza took the bloomers from his hands and slid them back on, procuring herself a hint of privacy, though the door to the nursery had been left open for anyone to see her naked. Had her nanny done as much on purpose or was she too busy to bother shutting the door behind herself? Why had her papa not closed it for her?

She turned with her back to the door, picking the gown up from the floor. It took no time or trouble to slide the material on, but she had to wait for Charley to secure the ribbons, tightening the dark blue dress against her skin, revealing her luscious womanly curves.

"You look quite lovely," he whispered, his back to the door, his breath beside her ear, forcing a shudder to course through her body at his proximity.

Both of them jumped as Nanny Agnes approached, her heels giving her position away as she neared the nursery. Eliza felt as though she had been caught, again. Would she feel this way every time her nanny interrupted intimate time with her papa?

Papa took a step back, his hands falling away from Eliza as he headed toward the bed, fixing the rumpled covers, while Nanny Agnes brought dinner to the table for them to sit and eat.

"Please have someone fill the tub with hot water," Papa said. He pulled back the chair for Eliza to sit down.

It seemed they would have little privacy for quite some time. She did not mind the interruption of dinner or the maids drawing her a pleasant bath, as long as her time afterward remained solely between papa and herself.

Quietly they ate dinner, with an interruption every few minutes as a maid carried heated water to the tub.

Charley had sat down across from her, eating rather quickly, his gaze darting to the door quite often. Was he expecting another visitor, or was he in a hurry to finish up and put her to bed?

"You do not need to rush," Eliza said. "Unless there is somewhere you must be after this?"

"Only the train station, and that is not until well after you are in bed," he said, placing the fork upon his plate. "I am to put you in the bath as soon as you are done eating, and I did not wish to break your routine or want the water to grow tepid."

Eliza grinned. The obvious fact that he cared for her well being made her heart pitter-patter in her chest. "If the water is too cold, perhaps we could skip the bath?" Though Eliza knew she was supposed to have a bath when she had finished eating, she also wanted more time with her papa, exploring his body in bed. Would he let her touch him as she desired? Her quim began to throb, and the arousal she had felt earlier warmed her cheeks, making her face flush.

"That, my little Eliza, is not an option. I will bathe you after dinner. Now finish eating, unless you want me to feed you?"

A small part of her wanted his undivided attention but she was also not truly a small child. She did not need to be spoon-fed dinner. Hiding her gaze, she glanced down at the plate, lifting her fork as she took another bite. She was far hungrier than she had first realized. Her cunny did not cease to pulse as she imagined his hands bathing her in the tub. She may have been intimate with him earlier but he had not had the opportunity to glance over every curve and juncture of her naked skin. The room grew hotter as she exhaled an anxious breath.

"What is wrong, my love?"

Apparently he could sense her discomfort or unease. Did he realize it had to do with him seeing her naked? She had not been in her right mind earlier, when he had touched her cunny, flooding her head with a fog that had relaxed her mind and made her feel no doubts. How had he done that without her knowledge? It was as if his touch and presence were enough to settle her mind as he edged into her heart.

"I have never had a man bathe me before," she said, her eyes falling back down to her plate. Eliza found it easier to study the food, as she took one bite at a time, than to meet his intense hazel stare.

"I am pleased to hear that, nor have I ever bathed a woman, but I believe we can figure out the mechanics together."

Was he teasing her? His tone was light and as she glanced up, she could see his eyes bright and a smile adorning his face. "Yes, I suppose so." She finished the last of her dinner, her stomach a bundle of knots. Though she desired not to feel nervous, her mind continued to betray her. She wiped her sweaty palms over her skirt, hoping he had not noticed her discomfort.

The maid was kind enough to shut the nursery door once the final batch of bath water had been poured into the tub.

Papa stood, offering his hand to help her up, before guiding her from the table toward the bath. "Try not to allow yourself to think too much. Little ones enjoy the pleasure of bath time. They have no cares."

She nodded, pleased how easily he had fallen into the role of being her papa. Had he always desired such an act, or was it her submission that brought it out in him? Either way she did not care, pleased at the attention bestowed upon her.

"Turn around, let me undress you," he instructed.

She inhaled a sharp breath as his fingers caressed her neck, pushing her dark locks of hair to the side. His touch soothed her from the inside out, trailing ever so gently along her neck before he worked the ribbons loose and helped her out of the thick material.

With her back to him, she presumed he was staring at her body and her cheeks flushed, pleased he could not see the swell of her breasts or the rampant beating of her heart. "Come, let us check the temperature of your bath," Papa said as he bent down, his hand skimming the surface of the water. "You will be pleased." His fingers caressed her hips as he played with the waistband of her bloomers. "Do not be shy, little one. It is not the first time I will see every freckle on your body."

There was an air of smugness to his tone, as if he was pleased to be seeing her naked. Why would he not enjoy it? They were to be betrothed and she was his little one.

She did not wish to admit her stomach bubbled with nerves. Could he sense her hesitancy; her lack of desire to turn around and face him?

His wet fingers grazed the soft supple skin of her stomach, pushing her cotton bloomers past her hips and down over her round bottom. She sucked in a breath of air, giving a soft gasp as his warm touch caressed her bottom as he worked the material down to the floor. Had he intentionally grazed her skin or had it been merely an accident? Why did she care, when he would be scrubbing her down from head to toe?

"Into the tub." He took her hand, her back still to her papa, and she stepped into the porcelain washbasin, sinking into the warm bath.

"Do you think there might be room enough for two?" Papa mused, glancing at her naked form.

"I can make room," she offered as she brought her knees to her chest, hiding herself from him, while leaving ample room in the tub for him to sit across from her. The thought of seeing her papa naked excited her. She had not previously had the privilege from her position while he entered her bottom.

"Relax. I prefer to feel you in my arms if we bathe together." He bent down, his hand dipping below the surface of the water as he gently guided her legs to stretch out.

She exhaled a heavy breath, her head spinning and heart racing. Did he have any idea of the effect he had on her? Eliza could not control herself when she was around this man.

He grabbed two small linens and dropped the cloths in the tub before making sure the bar of soap was handy, placing it on the porcelain rim.

"Close your eyes," he said, laughing softly under his breath.

Was he teasing her? She chewed her bottom lip, a huge grin set upon her face as she turned to stare, watching as he undressed for her. She did not dare ask if he was really going to climb into the tub with her, it seemed certain with his lack of attire. What if Nanny Agnes came into the nursery looking for either one of them?

"Scoot forward," Papa said, removing the last of his garments, now wearing nothing but a matching smile on his face.

Eliza had never seen a naked man before. Her eyes trailed from his thick muscles and tanned chest down across his stomach to the small path of hair that led toward his cock. She had known what men sported but had never been close enough to see, let alone touch his member.

"Eliza," Papa said, pulling her from such intimate thoughts.

"Right, sorry." She was quick to apologize before scooting further up the tub, leaving him room to climb in behind her.

The water shifted around her, splashing her slightly as he slid in behind her form. His legs separated, his arms encircling her waist as he gently guided her to lie back against him.

"Is this proper?" Eliza asked. It did not feel as though the headmaster or her nanny would be pleased to see them in such a position.

"Hardly."

She could have sworn she could hear the grin on his face.