Academy of Littles

by Allison West

  "More," she hissed.

  Theo pushed two fingers past her tight little hole, slowly at first, to stretch her, and then he began pumping his fingers in and out, listening to her gasps and moans. Her hips did not seem capable of holding still.

  "I want you to fill me with your cock," Gia said, her voice sounding as though she was already teetering on the edge, begging for release.

  He did not wish to deny her such pleasure. Using the pre-cum on the head of his cock and her slick juices to moisten the entrance, he pushed his cock in past her anus, his hand on her lower back, steadying her and keeping Gia close as his other hand moved to her hip, caressing her skin with each slow thrust, in and nearly out, as he guided his thick cock inside her tight bottom.

  Theo had never taken a woman's arse, but it was a fantasy he had harbored for quite some time. His heart thumped at the realization that she was allowing him to do this and even desired it with him.

  His hips moved, thrusting against her bottom, one hand sliding down between her thighs, stroking and flicking her clit as he felt her tighten and clench around his cock.

  Her insides spasmed all around him as she gritted her teeth, muttering his name under her breath. "Papa."

  She appeared to be trying to keep the noise down, at least that was how it seemed. Theo did not care if anyone heard, and doubted they would with the chatter and noise from the ballroom.

  "I love you," he said, panting heavily as he spilled himself into her, his cock pulsing, and his gasping making it difficult to breathe. Slipping from her bottom, he rolled onto his back, panting as the cool air assaulted his skin and the oxygen seeped back into his lungs.

  Gia slowly got up from the bed, arranging her gown, letting the hem fall back down around her legs. "We should get back to the party, if we do not want anyone to notice that we left."

  Pushing himself up off the mattress, Theo collected his clothes and just resumed dressing when the squeak of the door startled him. He reached out and grabbed Gia's hand, pulling her hastily with him behind the dressing screen. There was not much room to hide but at least they would not be seen.

  "Come on, Papa," a soft feminine voice cooed as two sets of footsteps pattered into the room.

  "Why is the bed unmade?" The headmaster's voice echoed through the room.

  "Do you think someone might have sneaked in here during the party?" the young woman asked.

  "Etta, I doubt that anyone would have been so bold as to leave without being noticed," Philip said. He sighed, and his footsteps trailed further through the room.

  Theo was cautious not to move in the slightest way, worried that the headmaster might hear his heartbeat or the rustle of clothing.

  "I do not recall leaving the lantern on unattended. In fact, I am quite certain I turned it off," Philip said.

  Etta's soft laughter vibrated through the bedroom. "Are you? When was the last time you slept in here, Papa? Was it when I was a little?"

  "Yes. I had the room remodeled from a storage chamber to a bedroom so that I could stay at Ashby while you were enrolled."

  "Funny that I never discovered the room until after I graduated."

  Soft moans and kisses could then be heard. Theo covered his little Gia's ears and he heard the bed squeak as the couple fell upon the mattress. He glanced from where they were standing to the door. They could not escape without being seen, and the mere fact that the door had squeaked upon Philip and Etta's entrance meant that surely if Theo and Gia attempted to leave, they would be heard. They waited, staring into one another's eyes, trying not to laugh or give their position in the room away.

  "Oh, Papa!" Etta squealed and giggled, the bed groaning under their weight.

  There was the soft rustling of clothes landing on the marble floor.

  Theo carefully peeked around the screen only to see the blonde, with her legs bent and the headmaster's face in her quim. It was now or never!

  He quietly uncovered Gia's ears, took her hand, and tiptoed from behind the screen against the wall towards the door.

  Etta's moan filled the air, and at the same time, Theo grabbed the handle to the door and pulled it swiftly open, tugging the two of them out, closing it behind them. He had not thought to shut it quietly, though no one in the ballroom seemed to have noticed their sudden appearance. Had Philip and Etta heard the door swing soundly shut?

  Theo took Gia's hand and moved away from the door, in case Headmaster Philip decided to leave Etta to look for the intruder. With great haste, Theo and Gia moved onto the dance floor, his hands finding her waist along with her hand, spinning and dancing in time to the music playing. They were not alone. Many girls who had graduated were dancing with their papas, enjoying the night together.

  Gia leaned toward her papa's ear. "I love you. Thank you for tonight."

  "It is I who should be thanking you," Theo said. She had given him the world; love, and the ability to have a little, something he had always desired. He looked forward to the years she would spend at Ashby, and even more so to the time when they would wed and she would finally come home with him. Perhaps he could arrange for her to leave the premises for a short stay with him at home, a vacation away from the littles' school. No doubt it would be asking a lot of the headmaster, but if he did not ask, he would not receive. Besides, after what he and his little Gia had witnessed between Etta and Philip, was there not room for negotiation, and potentially allowing his little one more time with him? It was proving difficult to visit her every day because of his work. Perhaps an arrangement could be made with a private nanny, so that Gia might be able to graduate early. Theo knew it was unlikely given Ashby's elite reputation, but he desired to see his little one every chance that he had. Surely she felt the same way and would welcome the thought of accompanying him home, even if it was only for a few short days together.

  "You saved me, Papa. You offered me something I never thought I could have. I was just a nanny. Destined to be alone."

  Theo gave her a quick kiss, not caring who might see. "You are not a nanny anymore. You are mine. I will always be your papa, and I will always take care of you as my little wife."

  He finally had his little, his love, his life. The nanny who had captured his heart that day in the nursery was now, and forever, his little Gia.

  Epilogue

  Little Gia took her papa's hand as he led her out from Ashby into the warm sun. The heat made her cheeks red, as did her heart as it fluttered nervously, making her dizzy with excitement. She clutched his hand tightly, skipping with a bright cheerful smile, intending to pull him along as he escorted her to his carriage. Her dress, made of silk and lace, clung to her womanly curves and fell down to her ankles, appropriate for a woman. She had been surprised by the gown at first, not knowing what it meant.

  "The dress is beautiful," Gia said, as she unboxed the champagne gown that was far more exquisite than even the ivory dress he had given her to wear at the Ashby annual ball had been, a little over a year ago. "What is the occasion?" He could not possibly be giving her a gown so elegant and long to be worn at Ashby, it did not seem appropriate.

  His eyes shone as he waited a moment to tell her, dragging the surprise out.

  "Papa?" Gia asked, feeling anxious as he made her wait. She was not one to be patient.

  "I have spoken at great length with Headmaster Philip, and you will be graduating on Wednesday. After your graduation, a ceremony of marriage will follow that very morning, and then you, my dear, will accompany me back to our home."

  "You wish to marry me?" Gia gasped, dropping the gown to the bed as she squealed and rushed up to her papa, throwing her arms around him. Her feet lifted into the air, bending behind her as she clung to him like a child brimming with excitement.

  "Yes, but there is something you should know. The graduation comes with a caveat."

  Slowly she untangled herself from around his neck, her feet coming back down onto the marble floor. "What do you mean, Papa?"

  He lifted the gown from the
bed and brought it to the armoire, hanging it carefully to keep it neat. "You, my dear, will be the first girl to graduate in less than two years, which means that we will have a private nanny at our home."

  "Will Nanny Vivian be joining us?" Gia asked. She sat down on the bed, bouncing as she found it difficult to sit still, bubbling with enthusiasm.

  "Nanny Vivian is not available, but I have already met with a young woman who will live in the guest quarters and care for you when I am at work."

  "You would do that for me?" He had spoken about wanting to bring her to his home, but the headmaster had deferred the idea for a minimum of one year before revisiting the topic. Perhaps they had recently discussed the matter again.

  "Of course," Papa said. "Our wedding will be in the ballroom of Ashby, and following the ceremony, we will return to our home together by carriage."

  Everything Papa said sounded quite lovely. Gia had dreamt of his home, anxious to see where he slept, how he lived, what his world outside of Ashby was like. She wanted to be a part of that world, every day, for the rest of her life.

  "I am incredibly proud of you, my little Gia Elliott," Papa said. He led her to the carriage as the coachman opened the door and she stepped inside, sitting down on the bench.

  Gia could not believe that it was over a year since she had been on the streets, turned out from her home because of a scandal that had not at all been her fault. Once she had thought she would never find love or happiness. Happily, she had been wrong.

  Papa climbed into the carriage behind her, sitting opposite her. He leaned across the small space and pulled the curtains open, allowing a slight breeze in. "That is a bit better," he said, removing his hat. Sweat beaded on his brow, and he removed the handkerchief from his coat and mopped up the perspiration.

  A few moments later, the coachman drove them from Ashby, the air growing more comfortable due to the wind caressing Gia's skin. She glanced out of the window by the door, staring at the estate that had been her home. The headmaster had taken her in and saved her from the cold harsh winter that would probably have seen her frozen to death. That moment, and all that had come afterward, had led to this, with Papa. She had found happiness, love, and a husband who cherished her in ways she had not previously thought possible.

  Over time, the bitterness between Teresa and herself had faded. Gia accredited Teresa's newfound kindness to the fact that the little had finally found a papa for herself.

  "Are you nervous?" Gia's voice mixed with the wind, her words nearly a whisper as she leaned forward to reach for his hands. She felt anxious about that night, as she would finally be giving her virtue to Papa. The moment had been building up for so long that she was worried she might disappoint him.

  "Nervous? What is there to be nervous about?" he asked. He rested his large palm over her clasped hands on his lap.

  His calm grasp helped her relax as she let out a soft sigh. She had promised him honesty, and knew he should hear her fears. "We are to consummate the marriage, and I do not wish to dissatisfy you, Papa."

  He placed his finger beneath her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. "You could never dissatisfy me, ever."

  Gia nodded, pleased with his response. "Will the nanny be at your home when we arrive?" She did not know how she would handle being under a new woman's care with her papa just steps away. Besides, it was their first night as a married couple; surely she would spend it with him.

  "Yes, Nanny Marie has already unpacked her belongings and has made herself familiar with our home. She has strict instructions to begin with you tomorrow morning. Tonight, you will be exclusively under my care."

  Her heart sped up at the thought that she would have her papa all to herself on their first night as Mr. and Mrs. Elliott. Her head swam with warm visions of lying with him every night, curling into his embrace. Quite often at Ashby, she had wished he was beside her with his arm around her waist, and she had even let a pillow rest against her back, pretending it was his body. No longer did she have to feel alone. Even when he was away at work or taking a business trip, her nanny would be there to watch over her.

  Excitement bubbled up in Gia at the thought of having a nanny all to herself, with no other little to share her with. Would Nanny Marie take her to ride the train? She had never had the opportunity, and had longed to do so for as long as she could remember.

  The sun began to set and the air grew cooler as they rode onward to her new home.

  Her papa climbed across the carriage, coming to sit beside her. "Dinner will be ready for you when we arrive home. I hope you are hungry."

  The coach drew down a well-worn path illuminated by gas lamps, with the moon shining brightly over the estate. "This is your home?" she asked, surprised by its size. Her childhood home had not been small, but this house stretched across the grounds, surrounded by an abundance of well-groomed trees and bushes.

  "Our home," Papa said, correcting her. "Do you like it?"

  She had yet to see the inside. The coachman stopped the carriage and walked around to let Gia out first. She stepped into the cool night air and wrapped her arms around herself. "The outside is quite impressive." Although not as large as Ashby, the estate far exceeded the size of her childhood home. Gia would not have cared if the house had been made of cardboard, so long as she had her papa with her. There were six windows over two floors, and a hint of light gleamed from them, making the home feel inviting.

  Papa took Gia's hand and led her through the front door. Her heels clicked over the wooden floor.

  "Mr. Elliott," a woman with dark blonde hair said, nodding politely. She looked somewhat rushed, with rosy cheeks and a blue dress down to her ankles. Her shoes were black and polished, her hair perfectly pinned without a stray or messy strand. "I was just going to the nursery, putting on the final touches."

  "Nanny Marie, I would like you to meet your charge, my little Gia," Theo said.

  "It is a pleasure to meet you," Gia said, offering a polite smile. Her eyes moved away from the new nanny, who had quite a few years on her. She could have been an older sister, her skin blemish free, her forehead without a wrinkle. Nanny Marie looked quite young. Gia wondered about her story, where Papa had found her, and what had made her accept such a position in his home. Had the headmaster at Ashby been involved in the hiring decision?

  The house felt warm and as they stepped further away from the door, Papa took Gia's hand and led her into the living room, where the fire in the hearth crackled and sparked, bathing the room in a warm, amber glow. He lit the lantern and led Gia to sit on the couch. "I am going to check on dinner. Wait here for me."

  "Yes, Papa." She did not know her way around the house and had no reason to explore every corner, yet.

  A baroque silver and gray pattern adorned the walls. The light from the fire sparkled and danced over the wallpaper, like shadows at a ball moving to the music in perfect harmony. In the corner of the room was a bookshelf built into the wall. Gia stood up, curious about the type of literature her papa preferred to read. She smiled as her fingers brushed over a worn copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Had he been reading the book without her while he was at home?

  "Dinner will be ready soon," Papa said, stepping back into the sitting room. "I thought I told you to stay put?"

  "You told me to wait here. I did not leave the room," she said, spinning around to face him.

  He closed the distance between them, his hands finding her hips. "You are correct. Would you like a proper tour?"

  She knew it was forward but she spoke her mind anyway. "I want to see upstairs. Our bedroom."

  Papa grinned. What was he thinking? He did not seem disappointed by her question. "You do not want me to save the bedroom for last?"

  "No."

  He took her hand and led her up the staircase, into what she knew instinctively to be his bedroom.

  She stepped closer to him and stared into his gaze, her hands moving around his neck as he leaned in, waiting for him to make the final move to
kiss her.

  He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling at the comb with rose-colored jewels, forcing her dark curls to fall down her back. Papa's lips moved from her mouth to her ear, sucking and teasing her earlobe, sending a rush of warmth between her thighs.

  Her eyes momentarily fluttered shut. She had missed Papa, more than she had thought possible. Desire stirred within her at the realization that she no longer had to miss the warmth of his touch and the caress of his skin against hers. They were married, and though it still felt like a dream, she knew that tomorrow she would awaken and find herself joyful and ecstatic to be lying in his home, in their room.

  "Papa," she moaned as his lips trailed down her neck and his fingers worked the laces on the back of her champagne-colored wedding gown free. He had learned to move with haste, his touch warm and gentle, but also demanding as he loosened the binds of the dress and she lifted her arms for him.

  He smiled, desire evident in his gaze as he stared longingly at her naked form. Had he wanted this for as long as she had? Her heart beat rapidly, feeling as though it might burst through her ribcage. Papa was the only man to make her feel that way, ever.

  Her fingers tangled in his dark hair as his breath resumed its course over and across her neck, down toward her breasts. His breath tickled and tingled over her body as his mouth latched onto a nipple, his tongue swirling over the pink flesh while his other hand stroked the mound, turning her into a puddle, as wetness began to collect between her thighs. Papa knew how to arouse Gia. He had had plenty of practice for this night.

  She did not want to disappoint him, and so she began to help him out of his clothes, offering assistance and, more importantly, giving herself a reason to touch him as he disrobed. She found herself unable to stop touching Papa. His arms were warm and strong, his muscles bigger than those of any man she'd seen before. Though, in truth, she had never seen another man naked. Papa had been the only man ever to undress in front of her and every time he did, she experienced the beauty of his body, the stirring in her heart, and the ache of need in the pit of her stomach, gradually moving lower into her quim.