Reunion (Hunter's Ridge Book 3) (22 page)

Lucas gave her a few final licks and kisses before guiding her off of him to cradle her to his side.

"I love you, Papa," she said sleepily, snuggling her bare bottom against his groin.

"I love you, Kitten." He kissed her shoulder, his hand cupping a small breast as they found sleep.

*****

Down the hall, behind another oak door, in another large bed, Edward was putting his wife through her paces. He'd begun teaching her different positions, and loved watching her move effortlessly between them. To start, he helped her from the bed and moved her towards the sitting area.

"Inspection." Remaining fully clothed, he took a seat in the chair before the fire.

Louisa's hands moved to untie the bows of her gown, slowly parting the fabric before allowing it to slip from her grasp to fall and puddle at her feet. She moved her hair to cascade down her back, no longer able to conceal her breasts. Stepping free of the gown, she widened her stance, her feet shoulder-width apart before putting her hands behind her back to cup her elbows. Her chest was thrust out, her nipples already rock hard.

"Come closer."

At his command, she moved to stand a foot from him, her gaze facing straight ahead. When he reached out and ran his fingers across her pubis, she didn't so much as move a muscle.

"I see that Nanny Molly did an excellent job," he said, continuing the slide of his finger along the seam of her sex.

She did not reply, as no answer was needed or expected.

"Turn."

Louisa moved again to display her back, which was mostly hidden by the golden curtain of her hair.

"Bend."

She spread her feet a bit further apart and slowly bent forward to offer her bottom for his inspection.

His fingers ran across her plump mounds, kneading softly. "Still sore?"

A question did require a response. "No, Papa."

"Good," Edward said, knowing she'd not be able to give the same answer the next evening. "Spread your cheeks."

Her hands left her back to pull the spheres of her bottom apart. When first made to take this embarrassing stance, she'd often received several swats for failing to offer herself properly. She'd soon learned to hold herself as wide as possible, her fingers splayed along her crease as she lowered her torso towards the floor, effectively lifting her bottom higher.

He kept her in that position, without words or touch, for a couple of long minutes. His cock was hard, and yet he was in no hurry to press into his wife. Bending forward, he didn't touch her with anything other than his tongue, licking slowly from the top of her crease down to her pucker and beyond, flicking against her clit with every pass. He could hear her breathing quicken and see the first small quiver of her legs. "Steady," he said softly. His tongue returned to play, and he watched her sex fill as her lips swelled, her clit pushing from its hood as if to remind him that it loved the swipe of his tongue or the nip of his teeth.

"Stay," he instructed as he stood and walked to the wardrobe, knowing that she would obey, her eyes on the floor, her hands keeping herself open until allowed to release. Edward ran his hands across his choices before picking up the items he would never tire of seeing on his beautiful wife.

"A new lesson," he said as he returned to his chair. "Pull on your titties for Papa. I want you to get those nipples long and hard before I clamp them."

He wasn't surprised at her hesitation to obey the unexpected order. She'd been told repeatedly that she was never to touch herself—that her body belonged to her Papa. "Obey me, Louisa."

Her hands released her cheeks to move beneath her. He watched as her fingers closed around her nipples. He gave her several moments before he used the fingers of one hand to spread her bottom apart, and the other to use the second item he'd chosen to deliver a swat directly against her pucker.

Louisa was unable to contain a sharp yelp or a slight stumble forward.

"Naughty," Edward said, waiting until she was once more in position before delivering another swat. "Is that the way I tug on your tits?" he asked, knowing it wasn't.

"No, Papa."

"Then do it correctly. Tell me when you have them nice and hard so we can finish the last stage of our experiment." He grinned at her soft groan but saw that her fingers were twisting her nipples, pulling them away from her body as he swept the soft strands of the small whip across her exposed pucker. They'd found she could come from having her breasts whipped, and the application of the whip's strands had not kept her from exploding during the second part of the experiment. It was time to see if the same would be true when it was her sensitive pucker that received such concentrated attention.

"I'm ready, Papa," she said softly, her fingers not ceasing their movements.

"For what, my love?" He knew that even though she was embarrassed to discuss intimate things, even after all this time, part of her, the deep dark part, adored being his wanton wife.

"My nipples are very hard, Sir. They are ready for you to place my clips on them."

"Good girl, spread your bottom again while I apply your clips."

Her hands moved to obey and her moan was louder as first one clip and then the other was applied to her taut nipples. Edward gave each several tugs, his eyes roaming over her body, not surprised to see a thin ribbon of her arousal seep from her. Bending forward, he caught the delicious nectar before twirling the small whip, bringing it down with a flick of his wrist.

"Oh! Oh, Papa," she moaned, her body jerking.

"Shh, we've only just begun, and it is up to you when the experiment is done," he said, sliding the thongs along her skin before flicking his wrist and landing another stroke. "Tell me, when will it end?"

"When… when I come for you," she moaned, her head jerking up even as she pushed her bottom towards him.

"That's right, my love, when Papa sees your cream flowing and your pucker pulsing in pleasure, the test will reach its most delightful ending." He moved to put a hand at her waist to offer her some support, even though he'd require she remain bent over of her own accord. "That's my girl, God, you are so beautiful bending before me. I love watching your little titties bounce, your pink nipples turning even darker in their clamps. Oh, and, little lady, your cunny is dripping." He increased the tempo of his strokes but was not striking to give her pain. This wasn't punishment, this was for the pleasure of them both.

"Can you come for me? Let yourself go, Louisa. Don't think of anything other than the sensations you are feeling. Feel the leather kissing your skin, let its bite and the clips on your titties take you to heaven." He reached his free hand between her legs, cupping her sex but not penetrating her. He could feel her clit pulsing against his palm. A dozen more strokes had her panting, her hands trembling and her legs shaking. "You are so close, come for me, come hard so that I might kiss the pain away and drink from your cunny."

She obeyed, her wail of release filling the room as he continued to whip her through it until her entire body began to shake. Throwing the whip away, he caught her and stood, taking her to the bed and laying her on the edge. "Deep breath," he said as he removed the first clamp and captured the bud in his mouth, his tongue licking and soothing. The order and action was repeated on her other breast before he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her sex, splaying her globes himself in order to lick, soothe and kiss her pucker. She came again when his mouth moved to engulf her dripping cunny, her hands clutching his head as he drank from her. Her contractions hadn't yet ended when he stood up, tore off his clothing, and plunged into her.

A third intense culmination was her reward, and her scream was swallowed by her Papa as he kissed her, his tongue sweeping inside to taste her mouth as he'd tasted every other inch of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands on his ass as she pulled him deeper into her.

Edward kissed her neck and the hollow of her throat before his head reared back and his groan was torn from him as he filled her with his release. His legs shaking, he bent across her small body, his breath wafting across her breasts as he recovered.

Withdrawing from her, his hands softly stroking her, he moved her on the bed, shushing her when she whimpered at the realization he was leaving her side. "Shh, I'll be right back." He only went as far as the washstand to wet a cloth, and to the wardrobe for a jar. He bathed her gently, dropping tender kisses onto her sensitized skin before guiding her to her tummy. After applying a soothing coat of arnica cream, he climbed into the bed and cradled her in his arms.

"What do you think we should tell Miss Summers?"

She gazed up at him, a satiated look filling her eyes. "Tell her that she is an evil, incredible woman. Tell her the experiments were a success, a very unexpected one—or perhaps that should be three unexpected successes."

He chuckled and, after kissing her, spooned her to him. "I will tell her your exact words. I'm sure she'll not only understand, she'll be quite thrilled."

Chapter Fourteen

Lucy explained the reasoning behind donning corsets and longer dresses as Molly prepared her and Louisa for church services. She wasn't surprised to hear Louisa moan as the garment was pulled tighter.

"I haven't worn a corset in such a long time," Louisa said, as her gown was pulled over her head. "It makes me wish Nanny Bremmer wasn't quite so thorough in packing my trunks."

"I'd be very surprised if Mrs. Bremmer forgot a single item. Don't you worry, Louisa. Even if she had, you'd be borrowing from Lucy." Molly stepped away from buttoning the backs of both dresses with a smile. "Besides, a wee bit of discomfort serves to remind you of the freedom you are allowed when wearing your preferred clothing."

Lucy giggled, remembering her first reaction all those months ago when Louisa's nanny had dressed her for the first time in the childish clothing her Papa preferred she wear. She'd been given a spanking, as well as having her mouth washed out, after throwing a tantrum and cursing. She'd also married the man of her dreams that very day. How things had changed since her marriage. She'd much rather wear the far less restrictive dresses instead of the one she now wore.

"Thank you, Nanny Molly," Louisa said, after her hair had been brushed and pinned into a twist on the back of her head. Standing next to her sister in front of the cheval mirror, she smiled. "At least I won't need a reminder on my posture. This corset ensures I'll sit ramrod straight."

Once at the church, Lucy almost giggled when, instead of lifting her from the carriage and twirling her around before either setting her on her feet or placing her on his hip, Lucas offered her his hand. Taking it, she stepped to the ground and thanked him politely. There were people everywhere, either disembarking from their own conveyances or conversing in small groups before the bell rang out its signal that services were about to begin.

"You'll like Pastor Hawkins," Lucy said, as the four waited for the rest of the family to join them. "He has the most adorable twin baby boys."

"Not to mention a passel of princesses," Lucas offered, taking his wife's hand and moving towards the church. In a softer tone, he spoke to Edward. "We've yet to find a man of the cloth who doesn't judge our choices. Stefan assures me one will be found, but until then, we have definitely found a home here."

"That's important, as well," Edward said. "Far better to conform a bit than to have to endure another man like Reed."

The other three nodded but spoke no more about the man as Lucas took Ettie's hand and the family walked into the church. Lucy noticed that Dr. Fielding was sitting in a pew directly behind the one they entered, and smiled when Ettie flushed prettily. Glancing around, she saw Emmie and Uncle Stefan sitting with Melody and her Papa. Another glance confirmed that the men who'd attended the dinner party were all scattered about the church. She suspected that if another pastor was found, he'd draw a great deal of his congregation from those presently in attendance. They all stood as the organ began to play and the kind hearted pastor entered.

Louisa did adore meeting the pastor's family; the identical little faces peering up at she and Lucy as the adult twins each held an infant twin. "It really is amazing that God puts such identical creatures among us," Mrs. Hawkins said, looking at the beautiful young women. "Lucy told me she had a twin, and yet actually seeing the both of you together makes me wonder if I'll ever be able to tell John and James apart."

"Wait until they both start speaking the same words at the same moment," Lucas said, as he traced a finger down the face of the baby boy in Lucy's arms. "Twins seem to communicate without words, as well. It's both amazing and a bit disconcerting."

The group talked for a few more moments before the sleeping babies were taken into their father's arms.

Lucy made sure to spend some time introducing her sister to the group of young girls that made up the rest of the pastor's family.

"Are you coming to the pageant?" Mary asked. "I'm going to be an angel!"

"We wouldn't miss it," Lucy said, hugging the small girl. "You're going to be a beautiful angel. We will see you tonight." After she'd given her another hug, the family left.

As Lucy was helped into the carriage and settled on the soft padded bench, she looked up to see Louisa looking at her. It wasn't necessary to speak, both knew that when they returned that evening for the Christmas pageant, it wouldn't only be their corsets that made sitting uncomfortable. Punished bottoms would add to their discomfort, and yet, once their Papas had settled next to them, both women tucked their gloved hands into their Papas', both leaning golden haired heads against strong, sturdy shoulders. Smiling at each other, the sisters acknowledged that they wouldn't want to be living any other life.

*****

"Why must I nap?" Ettie whined, as luncheon drew to a close. "Mrs. Grover needs help baking, and preparing the baskets for tonight."