Reunion (Hunter's Ridge Book 3) (15 page)

At Edward's nod, Lucas went to his chambers to put away his own items while Edward went back downstairs to find the cook.

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Returning, Edward discovered Lucas had already taken Lucy from her crib, leaving Louisa sleeping soundly. Smiling, he bent over the crib and rubbed her back until she began to stir. Discarding the wet nappy and removing her gown, he shocked her by settling into the rocking chair, her naked bottom cupped in one palm while his other hand offered the teat of her bottle.

"Hold your bottle, little one. Papa wants to play."

Her lips smiled around the nipple as her own nipples tightened, his fingers sliding across each taut bud before they began to flick and caress the sensitive tips. "You remember how kind it was of Miss Summers to host us the other evening?" he asked.

Her eyes widened as she nodded, her bottom squirming a bit against his hand.

"To repay her kindness, we shall do an experiment." He squeezed her backside. "Drink up. I wish to show you our room and see you displayed on that nice big bed." He bent to kiss her forehead. "We'll see how well you remember the positions you've been taught." His fingers tightened around a nipple, squeezing until she gasped. "We'll begin with these pretty little titties."

His wife's moan had his cock pressing uncomfortably in his trousers and her suckling as hard as she could until the bottle was empty. He adored her blush as he opened the door to the hall, totally unconcerned with her nakedness. Passing the door across the hall, he smiled. Lucy's moans were loud and passionate, audible through the door.

"Don't fret, little one," he said as he continued down the hall. "I'll have you moaning soon enough." He placed her on their bed. "Remember what Papa said; titties first, if you please."

Louisa moved to kneel on the bed, her bottom settling on her heels. After pushing her braids over her shoulders, she placed her palms flat on the mattress behind her, arching her back to offer her naked breasts. Edward noticed that her nipples remained pebbled, and bent to give each a slow lick, drawing a soft moan of pleasure from his wife.

"Good girl," he praised as he kissed her lips. "You look quite beautiful offering me your titties for play."

Louisa's eyes followed him as he moved to the wardrobe, and widened when he returned to the bed, the small whip in his hand, the individual leather thongs swinging freely as he flicked his wrist.

"This is not for punishment," he assured her. "This is for my pleasure and yours. Keep your head back and your tits pushed forward. Let's see how long it takes before your titties are as pink as your flushed face."

He moved to kneel on the bed at her side. Drawing the soft strands slowly across her breasts, he gave her another instruction. "Spread your knees."

Once she had, his free hand slid down her stomach to cup her sex.

"Nan-Nanny Molly said she'd shave me tonight, Papa," Louisa offered softly, then moaned as his finger slid further to spread her nether lips apart.

"That's fine," Edward said, a single fingertip sliding just the barest inch into her body. "I'm not concerned with that right now. I'm far more interested to note how very wet you are, and we haven't even started to play." Sliding his finger in further, he stroked the spongy soft spot inside and watched as her body twitched, bending forward at the pleasure.

"No, little one, keep still and keep those titties pushed up." He continued to tease her until she was trembling, her nipples as hard as buttons beneath his fingertips, her quim drenching those he held inside. Her clit was red and swollen. Removing his fingers, he held them to her lips. "Open."

She suckled the digits clean, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with need.

"Good girl." Removing his fingers, he twirled the whip, then brought it down with a flick of his wrist.

"Oh!" she gasped, her eyes widening. Another stroke against her other breast had her arching her back more.

"Seems like my little one enjoys her new toy," Edward said, settling back on his own heels. "It's time to give them a bit of color."

He proceeded to deliver blow after blow, the strands slapping lightly against her flesh, her moans her only response as her skin began to color a delicate pink. He bent forward and licked across her skin, suckling each turgid bud into his mouth.

"Please, Papa, please…"

"Shh, we've only just begun." Sitting back, he began again, the blows slightly harder and then harder again, until she gasped when his aim changed to drop the strands across her nipples.

"Ahhh."

Edward grinned; she was definitely feeling these and yet, instead of collapsing, she pushed her breasts up. He changed the angle of his swing so the thongs bit into the underside of her breasts. Her was head thrown back, constant soft mews issuing from her throat. After striking her another half dozen times, he paused to slide a hand between her thighs.

"Please, Papa, please may I come for you?"

Pleased, he slid a finger into her quim, rotating the wrist of his other hand, the small tails of the whip twirling in the air. "Yes, come for Papa. I want to feel your cunny hugging my finger as I whip your little nips."

It took less than a dozen blows before she shrieked, her hips jerking as she exploded. Edward struck her even harder as she continued to convulse, her mews morphing into louder gasps and cries of pleasure mingled with pain, her hands clutching and unclutching the bedcovering behind her. He could feel the contractions of her cunny gripping and releasing his finger as she convulsed.

"Papa!" she screamed, as he bent forward and took a nipple into his mouth, biting down and suckling hard. He gave her other breast the same attention and then moved to press her onto her back, drawing her legs apart so he could bury his face in her quim.

"You'll come again," he demanded, with the briefest lifting of his head. "You'll fill Papa's mouth with your sweet nectar."

Screams of pleasure echoed in the room as he drove her to another culmination, lapping at her core, his tongue plunging into her cunny and then sliding down to rim her bottom flower.

"Please, please take me," she begged, her legs trembling, her chest heaving.

Edward freed his cock, positioning it at the entrance to her body as he slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her hips. The sight of her plump mounds; flushed and swollen, with darker pink lines criss-crossed over the swells from the application of the whip, had his cock hard as steel. The sight of her face; her violet eyes glazed with desire, her mouth slightly parted as she continued to beg him to take her, had him thrusting his hips forward to plunge into her velvet sheath.

"Ahh, Papa!" Her hands moved to clutch at his shoulders as he bent over her, his hips pistoning forward and back, his balls slapping against her bottom as he lifted her hips to plunge deeper.

"Is this what my little one needs?" he asked, one hand releasing a buttock to squeeze a swollen breast, his fingers plucking at nipples that had never turned soft.

"Yes. Yes," she screamed as she convulsed for the third time, her muscles contracting and pulling his cock deeper.

"Naughty girl," he teased as he squeezed her other breast. "I don't recall hearing you asking for permission to come all over my cock." He continued to plunge in and out of her before thrusting to the hilt, his cock jerking as he poured his seed deep within her.

Edward bent over her, his chest squashing her tender breasts as his mouth hovered over hers. "Ah, little lady, I do so adore knowing you've lessons yet to learn." He kissed her gently, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip. "We've more experiments to complete and, my love, your lack of control has written the next step in the procedure. It shall be the very cunny that is cradling my cock that next feels the caress of your new little whip." He felt her quim clutch again, holding him inside despite knowing it would soon feel the whip's bite, and saw her eyes fill with expectation—with the desire to discover the sensations he would soon be delivering. Lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed her hard, his tongue demanding entrance, and the love of his life offering herself for anything her Papa wished.

Chapter Ten

"So this is my nursery," Lucy said, watching as Ettie looked around. Her palms were damp, her heart beating fast, and yet she felt better for having asked Ettie if she wanted to come see her room. No matter what Ettie might think; how she might react to the realization that Lucy was her brother's little one on a far deeper level, at least there would be no more secrets between them. Prepared to defend her choice to serve her husband in this way, Lucy was surprised to see the huge smile on Ettie's face.

"It's so pretty."

"Um, yes it is. Papa did a very nice job choosing everything."

"That's because he loves you so much." Ettie ran her hand over the rail of the crib, her hand moving to the mattress to stroke the stuffed cat that Lucas had given his own sweet kitten.

"This must be your crib," Ettie declared, before moving to the extra crib that had been brought in for Louisa's use. "This is where Emmie and Louisa slept?"

Lucy simply nodded, not knowing exactly how to react.

Picking up the bottle that Lucy hadn't even noticed, Ettie smiled and set it back down. "Does Nanny or Papa give you your bottle?"

"Um, no—well, sometimes, but that's not mine. Perhaps Uncle Edward or maybe Nanny Molly fed one to Louisa. She was still sleeping when Luc—Papa woke me."

Moving across the room, Ettie paused at the bookshelf that also served as a spanking bench, running her fingers over the pink-striped, wedge shaped pillow. "What's in there?" she asked, reaching up to touch the white cabinet hanging on the wall.

Lucy felt her bottom clench. "Things Papa uses on my bottom when I'm naughty." She paused as Ettie moved to the door on the same wall. "That's my water closet. Nanny Molly's room is on the other side."

Ettie's tour ended as she moved to stand at the changing table, her fingers trailing along the padded top. "Why didn't you want to show me before?"

"Because I didn't know what you might think," Lucy answered honestly. "I didn't want you to think differently about me if you knew that I sleep in a crib, wear… wear nappies, or drink from a bottle sometimes. I showed you because I didn't want you to feel that I was keeping secrets or that I don't love you. I do, you know. I love you very much."

Ettie ran to throw her arms around Lucy. "Good, because I love you too. Now that I've seen your room, can we play here sometimes? Do you suppose Lucas might even let me sleep in here some night?"

Lucy hugged the girl back, her body relaxing. "I'm sure we can play here. I don't know about sleeping. I don't sleep here at night—just when I take naps."

"That makes sense, as I suppose Lucas wants his wife to share his chambers during the night." Ettie gave her another hug. "Thank you for showing me your nursery, and thank you for becoming my sister."

Lucy felt her eyes well as she accepted the young woman's words. "You're welcome. Thank
you
."

The two left the room to see Lucas walking down the hall towards them. Though he said nothing, Lucy could tell by the way his eyes widened briefly that he was surprised to see Ettie.

"Can we work on the wreaths, now?" Ettie asked, running ahead and throwing her arms around her brother's waist. "I'm so glad you remembered that Maman used to make them."

"Yes, your sisters are getting everything ready," he said, his smile easing Lucy's fears that he was upset. "They've been looking for you two."

Ettie released her brother only to grab Lucy's hand. "Come on, I can't wait to show you how to make a wreath. This is going to be so much fun!"

The two ran down the hall, pausing on the stairs. "Aren't you coming to help, Lucas?"

He nodded and joined them, giving both girls' bottoms a swat, which made them squeal and drop their joined hands to rub at the injured area. Chuckling, he took their hands and the three joined the others. "Found them," Lucas declared. "Put them to work!"

Ettie giggled and slipped onto a chair, her eyes bright as her sisters began demonstrating what needed to be done.

Lucas stood and looked over the scene; four heads bent over the baskets, hands working with the greenery.

Lucy looked up when he came around to her chair. He bent and kissed her cheek, and she reached up to stroke his face.

"Everything okay, Papa?" she asked, her stomach fluttering with the memory of how perfectly okay they'd been only a short while before when she'd been naked under this man, his kisses placed in a far more intimate place.

"Everything is fine," he assured her. "You all just remind me of Christmases past. I can easily picture my mother seated here, working to make the season special."

His words had his sisters nodding, soft smiles on their own lips. "We remember," Bea said, as she twisted another branch into a braid to form a circular wreath. "Thank you for remembering, Lucas."

He nodded and went around the table, dropping kisses on the tops of their heads. The silence of memories lasted for another brief moment before the room filled again with instructions and giggles as the treasured past was left behind to be replaced by a promising future.

By the time Louisa and Edward joined the family, three large wreaths had been made, Bea and Franny remembering how their mother had woven the branches together and sharing that knowledge with the others.

"Come sit with me," Lucy said, as she patted the chair beside her. When her twin slipped into it, she leaned closer. "I showed Ettie my nursery."

Louisa reached for the red ribbon that was being used to tie into many small bows to decorate the wreaths. "I'm glad. Was she as shocked as you imagined?"

"No, and though I think you might be right, I'm not sure Papa is happy that I showed her."

Louisa glanced up to see Lucas talking with her Papa. "Did he ever forbid you to show her?"

"No, I suppose he never considered that I would."

Looking at her twin, Louisa smiled and reached over to squeeze her hand. "I really can't imagine how he could think it would never happen. From what you've told me in your letters and what I've seen since I've been here, Uncle Lucas is very open about his desires and your role in the household. It was only my fears that you'd condemn me that kept my Papa from being as open when you first came to live with us. Besides, if Ettie wishes to wed a man like her brother or Edward, would that be so bad?"