The Nanny

by Alta Hensley

  "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 touc
h 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.

  Her hands tangled in his hair as he kissed a wayward path down over her stomach, forcing a flutter of butterflies to escape as her lips parted and her moan rent the air before she spoke.

  "What about Nanny Marie?" Gia asked. She did not want the woman to interrupt the intimacy they were sharing. Besides, soon they would be having dinner. She knew she was the cause of the sudden source of her arousal, insisting her papa show her to the bedroom. Perhaps women were supposed to be modest or pretend not to desire sex, but Gia did not care for either of those two things. She desired her papa as much as he desired her. Would she be able to fulfill his every need?

  Her finger smoothed over and down across his back, ridding him of his shirt. His trousers were already on the floor.

  "We should worry more about the maid fetching us for dinner," Papa said. He took a step backwards and Gia whimpered in protest.

  Her heart would not cease to beat like a drum, loud and persistent. "I do not care," she said. Surely the maid would have to grow accustomed to her presence in the home.

  "If you insist." Gently he guided Gia onto her back and onto the plump mattress as the sheets caressed her bare skin. The bed was far more comfortable than the one she had had at Ashby. Theo lived in luxury, with the finest bedding, she thought as his hands moved up her hips. Papa hovered, caressing her curves, his fingertips trailing slowly over her warm skin.

  "Did you lock the door?" she asked. His kisses moved down her neck as his fingers found her quim, caressing and separating the folds, teasing her pearl as his breath trailed across her chest and down to her breasts, paying lavish attention to each nipple.

  "I do not recall," he said, humming softly over her flesh, his kisses working a path across her navel. His breath made her stomach tense as he crawled down her body.

  Would they finally take the step she had been desiring from him for over a year? They were married, and yet his breath tickled her cunny as his tongue darted out, teasing and tasting her nectar. She wanted more from her papa. Gia wanted to feel his cock inside her tight quim.

  He paid thorough attention to her clit and as he slowly pulled back and climbed up her body, covering it with kisses, Gia reached down for his cock. She smiled as her fingers caressed the head and down the shaft.

  Wordlessly, he pushed them away, his hand finding her shoulder before he pressed her against the mattress to lie back down. He would remain in charge, not allowing her to lead.

  "Wider," Papa said, nudging her thighs further apart as he hovered above her, stroking his own shaft. Poised at her entrance, his cock glistened with pre-cum.

  Gia did as instructed, offering him more room between her thighs as he inched the head of his thick cock inside her tight quim.

  "Bend your knees," he said.

  She did so, her feet grazing the mattress as she kept herself open wide for his entrance. She felt rather than saw the head of his cock at her tight opening, teasing her lips apart as he inched himself slowly into her tight pussy.

  He moved slowly, and though he had touched and caressed her in ways that had delighted her previously, none compared to the sensation that burned and throbbed as he stretched and tore her maidenhead, pushing deeper into her quim.

  Gia moaned, not entirely from pleasure as the pain radiated swiftly and filled her with tension, causing her quim to tighten.

  "You have to relax, love," Papa said. His fingers moved down between them, a single digit touching her clit, stirring the bundle of nerves down below. His lips moved down her neck and nibbled and sucked the sensitive skin of her throat, forcing her mind from one kind of pain to another as he slowly withdrew his cock before sliding back in again, deeper.

  Each thrust pulled her closer to oblivion as her toes curled and a rush of warmth spread through her body. Her cheeks burned, each breath came out as a gasp as Gia's insides clenched around his thick cock.

  "More, Papa." She ran her hands roughly over his buttocks, her fingers gripping his skin, pulling him as deep as he could physically go, wrapping her legs around him, squeezing and tightening her quim as the vibrations sparked through her body.

  "Come for me, little Gia."

  She teetered on the edge, nearly ready to beg for release, and thought she might scream if it did not come soon enough.

  Papa thrust several more times before he grunted and let go, pulsating in her quim, spilling his seed into her throbbing cunny.

  Her back arched and her neck dipped back as she let go with him, no longer containing her moans, allowing everyone in the estate and nearby to hear her sounds of pleasure.

  Gradually, he withdrew, rolling off her petite frame.

  Her hand reached out, stroking his chest as she rolled onto her side. "I do not think I have it in me to eat dinner," she murmured. All she wanted was to spend the remainder of the evening in his arms, kissing and making love to the man who had become not only her papa, but also her husband.

  "We both need to eat, little one," he said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her lips. "Dinner will keep your energy up for the rest of the night that I have planned."

  Her heart pattered excitedly. "What do you have planned for us?" Being in his home, married to him, and with a nanny, all felt magical. What more could he have for her?

  "My little Gia, patience is a wonderful virtue." He caught his breath. "You will discover all the explorations I have planned of your beautiful body… after an enjoyable dinner." His eyes were shining and Gia leaned in, capturing his lips in another heated kiss.

  Her heart beat in time with his, excited to have a nanny all to herself, and a papa who loved and adored her.

  The End

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