by Sue Lyndon
Mrs. Hennely emerged from the large closet, where she had apparently been cleaning something, and bobbed a curtsy. “My lord.” She rose up and took a deep breath. “On behalf of the entire household, I would like to offer you my most sincere congratulations on your nuptials.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Hennely.” He moved to the bed and assisted a blushing Cynny to stand up, then guided her closer to the maid. “Hyacinth, I would like to introduce you to Mrs. Hennely. She is one of the most capable and valued members of my staff. She was my late mother’s lady’s maid, and now she shall be yours.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hennely.”
“The pleasure is all mine, my lady. Welcome to Grayson House. I am overjoyed by your arrival and think it’s splendid Lord Grayson has finally taken a wife, especially one as lovely and endearing as you.”
Though her little speech was a bit forward for a servant, Grayson simply smiled at Mrs. Hennely. She had known him since he was a small boy, after all, and he was glad she would take care of Cynny when he wasn’t able to. Most of the time, he planned to dress her and bathe her himself—he was her papa—but after riding hard for Talcott House and then the return trip to London, he very much needed to surrender himself to the skillful care of his valet before taking Cynny to his bed.
He regarded her wedding gown, and while he’d entertained visions of stripping it off her, he supposed she would appreciate having it removed soon, as well as the restricting bodice she was wearing underneath—which he’d glimpsed when he stared down at her bosom while she was seated on his lap in the carriage.
“Lady Grayson has had a long journey, Mrs. Hennely, so I am leaving her in your capable hands for a while.” He turned to his bride, then brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon her soft flesh. “I will return for you soon.”
“Yes, Pa—my lord.”
“You may call me Papa in front of any members of my staff, little girl. In fact, I must insist upon it.”
If Mrs. Hennely thought his statement odd, she gave no indication, for she stood there in polite silence.
“Yes, Papa,” Cynny finally said, with her face turning red.
Pleasure washing through him, Grayson spun on his heel and headed for his bedchamber. As soon as he entered, his seasoned valet, Finnick, immediately set about preparing him to receive his bride. A half an hour later, he stood in the doorway separating their rooms and was delighted to find Cynny seated on the edge of her bed, wearing a thin nightdress. Her golden tresses were brushed out and flowing over her shoulders. His cock thickened as he approached her and took her into his arms. She shuddered in his embrace and peered up at him from underneath her eyelashes, his beautiful little angel.
He guided her into his room and closed the door that separated his chamber from hers, just in case she got it into her mind to run from him. She was trembling and obviously nervous, and while he planned to be gentle as he claimed her innocence, he intended for them to consummate their marriage today. Perhaps it made him a bastard, but he didn’t want to leave any doubt that they were indeed husband and wife. He didn’t want her to have the option to leave, particularly if Lord Kensington got any noble ideas in his mind, though Grayson doubted the jilted man would come calling.
A wave of violent possessiveness for the sweet little blonde in his arms surged through him. Cynny was his. His alone. His to love and care for until the end of his days.
He sat on his bed and guided her to stand between his spread legs. Before he claimed her as his wife, there was the matter of her discipline to address. She had been naughty at Talcott House and he had no doubt the other girls who’d joined in her mischievousness had likely been punished. Just because it was her wedding day, did not mean she could escape the consequences of her actions. Her breath caught in her throat as she peered at him with increasing uncertainty spreading across her blushing face.
“Before we go any further, Hyacinth, we must discuss your misbehavior at Talcott House today.” He kept his voice firm.
“But Papa, I couldn’t help it. I was so curious about why you’d arrived unannounced, as were my friends, and there’s a peephole that provides a perfect view of Miss Wickersham’s study, and then one of my friends said she heard you talking about me…and, well, I then had no choice but to spy on the goings on in the headmistress’s study.” She gave him an innocent look, but he refused to be swayed by her words or her cute antics. She’d earned a spanking, and a spanking she would receive, whether it was her wedding day or not. He doubted she would be the first bride to join her husband in the marital bed with a reddened, freshly punished bottom.
“Little Cynny, you were a naughty girl and you will be spanked for it.” He reached around her and boldly cupped her behind cheeks, giving them a squeeze in each hand. “I bet your two little friends have had their bottoms reddened already, and you were just as disobedient as they were.”
She gave a dramatic sigh and to his surprise stomped her foot and crossed her arms. She stuck her lower lip out in an adorable pout. “But Papa! It’s not fair! I’m a married woman now. They aren’t and they must still follow the rules of Talcott House.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her in disapproval. “Little girl, you had better not stomp your foot at Papa again, or you’ll be getting extra smacks. As this is your first punishment at my hand, I was planning to give you a light spanking. However, if you continue to prove uncooperative, Papa will smack your hiney until you’re so sore you can’t sit down. Is that what you want, little Cynny? A bright red, thoroughly smacked bottom?”
She gasped and an authentic look of contrition finally settled over her. She uncrossed her arms and hid her pouty lip, biting it instead as her eyes gleamed with remorse. “Papa, I’m sorry I stomped my foot. I-I suppose if I’m to be punished no matter what, I would prefer a gentler spanking. I don’t want a bright red ouchie bottom. I’ll be good from now on. I promise, Papa.”
“I’m pleased to hear that.” He released her and sat back slightly, patting his thigh. “Over my knee with you, little girl. Papa must teach you a lesson.”
Chapter 10
A wave of submissiveness washed through Cynny as she placed herself over Papa’s lap. Her pulse skittered and her breath came in short, shallow puffs. A spanking! Papa was actually going to spank her! Shame heated her face, but at least she could hide herself in the bedcovers. She couldn’t believe she’d stomped her foot—what had come over her?—and she was thankful he had given her another chance to cooperate. She wasn’t normally so insolent, but she’d never been spanked by him before and she couldn’t help the burgeoning nerves in her tummy.
Then there was the matter of her aching kitty.
If he lifted her nightdress to spank her on the bare, he might glimpse the wetness between her thighs. What would he think of her then? Humiliation coursed through her at the prospect, but she supposed there was nothing she could do in this moment, except pray he spanked her over her nightdress. As he guided her into a position of his liking, with her bottom lifted high over one knee, while he draped his other leg overtop hers, she felt the moisture rubbing together on her inner thighs. Oh dear. What was happening to her?
He patted her bottom. “Good girl. Papa likes it when you listen.”
His praise warmed her, and she loved him for speaking in a kind but firm tone. There was both steel and affection in his voice, and somehow this caused the pulsating sensations in her privates to grow stronger and stronger. She swallowed hard and braced herself when he lifted the skirt of her nightdress up, revealing her bare bottom. When he caressed her cheeks, she couldn’t help but lift her hips as she sought out his touch. He gave her behind a light tap.
“This cute little bottom belongs to your papa now, Cynny. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Papa.”
To her shock, his hand then delved between her thighs and he rubbed her kitty. She gasped and writhed on his lap, only to notice an increasing hardness beneath her. Her heart skidded faster. Papa’s
cock. It was growing big again.
Blasts of pleasure assailed her, and some greater unknown ecstasy teased at the edges of her awareness. She undulated against his touch, only for him to smack her bottom with his free hand.
“Young lady, there will be none of that right now. You are about to be punished. I just want to see how wet you are. I can see the moisture glimmering on the folds of your little quim. Hold still while Papa inspects you.”
Remaining still while he parted her folds and swept his fingers through her wetness wasn’t easy. Tears sprang to her eyes as she clutched the bedcovers and held her breath.
“Now,” he said, pushing a finger, or perhaps two, deeper into her privates. “Do well-behaved little ladies go around eavesdropping and spying on grown-up conversations?”
“No, Papa. I’m so sorry.” She gasped when his finger plunged deeper. Waves of heat threatened to take her under, and she struggled not to move.
“I’m going to give you ten quick smacks, Cynny, just enough to make your bottom sting. But, rest assured that the next time you’re naughty, Papa’s going to spank you longer and harder, until your bottom is very red and sore.”
“I understand, Papa.”
He withdrew his probing hand from her kitty and then cupped her behind again. Then he lifted it and brought it down on her left cheek, giving her a light smack that set her body aflame. Her ninnies felt tight and everything below her waist throbbed as it never had before. The second spank landed on her right cheek, and he continued on in this fashion, until he reached number ten. He immediately commenced rubbing the slight sting out of her cheeks, and she sighed with pleasure.
“Spread your legs wider, little girl. Papa wants a better look at your quim.”
Cynny complied, parting her thighs and allowing him better access to her private parts. She was glad Cammie’s letter had at least included the proper grown-up names for her kitty, or she would have been a tad confused when Papa called it her quim. She beamed with pride, for knowing this one little thing.
“You’re very, very wet, Cynny. Have you been entertaining naughty thoughts?”
She peered over her shoulder at him. “I’m sorry, Papa, but I don’t quite understand. I can’t help that I get so achy and wet. It’s been happening more and more since I met you in the gardens, whenever I think of you my whole body tingles and I find myself growing breathless and excited, as if I wish to be touched on my privates, just like you’re doing right now. It feels so good, Papa. Please keep touching my kitty.”
His nostrils flared. “I can smell your arousal, little girl. I want you to lie back on the bed. Papa wants to taste you.”
Though she despaired to have his hand leave her center, she crawled off his lap and turned over, lying on her back. He shoved her nightdress up again, past her hips, and forced her legs wide apart. Still wearing his burgundy dressing gown, he positioned himself beneath her, with his face a breath away from her kitty. He met her eyes and she lurched her hips forward, desperate for him to taste her. If his fingers felt good, she imagined her papa’s tongue would feel even better on her privates. Mayhap like magic.
“I want you to close your eyes and relax, Cynny. Papa’s going to tend to your clitty now. Whatever you do, don’t hold back. When it feels like you’re about to take flight, let go and soar for me, little girl. Be a good girl and come for Papa.”
Grayson darted his tongue against Cynny’s swollen nubbin at the same moment he thrust two digits into her tightness. She cried out and lurched against him, running her fingers through his hair as he pushed deeper and began to swirl his tongue over her clit in slow, precise circles.
Needy moans escaped her, and he continued on, revelling in the sweet but pungent taste of her femininity as he sought to make her see stars. If he gave her a release and adequately prepared her for the entrance of his cock, he hoped it would lessen any pain she might feel otherwise. He’d never had a virgin before, and he had no wish to harm or frighten her, this sweet little creature who was now his bride.
“Mm. Oh, Papa,” she moaned.
He pressed his tongue harder on her nubbin and swirled even faster, all the while creating a shallow thrusting in the tight channel of her quim, though he was careful not to push past the wall of her virginal resistance. Not yet. When he finally crawled atop her and positioned his cock between her thighs, then he would fully claim her innocence in one hard but hopefully merciful drive.
She kept moaning and whimpering as he tasted her, and her responsiveness drove him wild. Hunger flared in his loins, his need for her growing stronger by the moment. What bliss it would be to sink his cock into her sweetness, to drive in and out of her until he pumped his seed deep in her depths.
“Papa! I—” Whatever she’d been about to say was swallowed by her gasping cries as she undulated against his mouth, her release washing over her. She dug her fingers into his scalp and a jerking shudder ran through her limbs. At last, she grew still and gave a soft sigh.
“Just like your bottom belongs to Papa, so does your tight little quim, Cynny. All of you belongs to Papa.” He shifted on the bed, coming atop her and lifting her high enough to pull the nightgown over her head. He tossed the garment aside and quickly removed his dressing gown.
She opened her eyes and stared at him, her mouth parting in slight shock as she took in his nakedness. She then glanced down at herself and flushed, covering her bosom. He swatted her hands away and gave her a stern look.
“No hiding from me, little girl. I want to look upon you. My sweet bride.” He leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste her lingering arousal on his lips, as he nudged her legs further apart and situated his cock at her entrance. She moaned into his mouth and writhed against him, as if her excitement was returning all over again.
“Papa, I never knew…” her voice trailed off for a few seconds and she fought to catch her breath. As she panted, with her golden hair spread out on the pillows in disarray, her bosom heaved up and down, drawing his attention to the stiff rosy peaks. He captured one nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue and then biting it, but only hard enough to make her gasp.
She squirmed and pressed her center against his hardened cock, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. If he didn’t thrust inside her cunny now, he would surely go mad with the want of her. Rearing back, he grasped her hips and waited until she met his eyes. Then he surged forward, hard and fast, filling her tightness in one rapid drive.
Though it pained him to remain still within her, he hovered above her, unmoving for several seconds to allow her to get used to his size. When she started gyrating her center slightly on him, he slowly withdrew from her, only to drive straight back in.
“Are you all right, little girl?”
Her eyes kept fluttering open and closed, and she tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, clutching the covers as she lifted her center to his, as if urging him to move faster within her. “I’m fine, Papa,” she breathed. “Never better. Please, I’m all achy again. Please help me, Papa. My clitty—oh how it throbs. And my ninnies too.” She grasped her breasts and kneaded them, and the erotic sight coupled with her pleas for him to move faster, prompted him to grip her hips and commence a thrusting motion that grew faster with each deep stroke.
As he felt his climax approaching, he reached for her clitty, rubbing his thumb over it as he pounded her faster. He’d promised to be gentle, but she’d unleashed a barbarian in him he hadn’t known existed. If she’d pleaded for him to go slower or appeared to be in any pain, he would have stopped at once, but she was moaning and urging him to take her harder, meeting his thrusts and crying out her pleasure.
Her eyes went wide and she gave a surprised groan, and her quim tightened around his plunging cock as she writhed through yet another release. The feel of her insides clamping around his length pushed him over the edge, and he tightened his hold on her as the waves of ecstasy hit him. A tingle raced up his inner thighs, his balls heated and drew up tight, and he erupted i
nto her womanly depths, filling her with every last spurt of his seed.
They collapsed together on the bed and he gradually withdrew from her center. Gathering her to his chest, he stroked her hair and her back, whispering words of praise and love into her ear.
“Papa’s so proud of you for being so brave. I know you didn’t understand exactly what was to happen between us, but you were brave nonetheless. My sweet Cynny.” He was quiet for a moment, examining the tenderness for her that was spreading through his heart, and he decided there was no point in denying the truth, however improbable it may seem to fall in love with a young lady so soon after making her acquaintance. But he’d promised her honesty, and he would be damned to hell before he broke a promise to his little bride. She was his treasure. His heart. His perfect, enchanting angel. He cleared his throat. “I hope you don’t think I’ve lost my mind when I tell you this, but…I love you, Hyacinth. With all my heart. Now we are husband and wife, and papa and little girl.”
Tears filled her eyes and she sniffled. She peered at him as a joyful expression spread over her features. She smiled bright in the midst of the tears that were now streaming down her face.
“Oh, Papa. I love you, too. This day has been most wondrous and magical. I feel as if I’m floating in the clouds, I am so very happy.”
He wiped away her tears with his thumbs and kissed her forehead, and the floral scent of her shampoo tickled his nose. Lord Caldwell was wrong, he realized. Even if love was a disease, it certainly wasn’t loathsome. It was just as Cynny said. It was wondrous and magical.
He kissed her again.
Chapter 11
Cynny stretched under the soft sheets of her papa’s huge bed, luxuriating in the warmth of the morning sun spreading over the covers. She opened one eye and glanced to her left, but Papa was nowhere to be seen. After five days of marriage, she was starting to become accustomed to his schedule. He was an early riser, and while she sometimes wished he was still in bed when she awoke, she was at least grateful he allowed her to sleep in. At Talcott House, all the girls rose at the same early hour each morning, and anyone who attempted to laze around in bed, even for a few extra minutes, had to face Garland. But Cynny wasn’t at Talcott House anymore, and the only person she had to worry about pleasing was her husband.
