by Maggie Ryan
"May I, Papa?" she asked as she looked up his naked body, her pulse quickening at the magnificent sight he made. Droplets of water clung to his skin, and all she wished to do was to lick them away.
"Aren't you afraid someone might wonder why our bath is taking so long?"
Running her hand up his length, her other moving to cup and then roll the heavy sacs of his testicles, she shook her head. "They can wait. I want to suckle your cock and drink your seed."
His groan had her hand squeezing a bit as it continued to move. At his nod, she smiled and bent forward, lifting his long shaft to lie against his flat stomach as she licked at his balls before drawing them into her mouth.
Her Papa had taught her how he enjoyed her ministrations to his cock. She often paid a penance by kneeling before him, her spanked bottom throbbing as she took him inside her mouth. However, this time, her bottom was pale and though her body still throbbed, it did so from knowing the pleasure she could offer with her hands, her lips, her tongue and her mouth; solely for his pleasure.
Releasing his balls, she used her tongue to lick them, remembering the delicious feel of his tongue sliding along her sex and wishing to give him the same sensation. Her lips opened to pull first one and then the other into her mouth, gently rolling them against her tongue and teeth.
"Oh, Christ," Edward moaned, his hand moving to stroke her hair.
Louisa felt a rush of pure pleasure at the sound of his voice, his groan. Releasing his testicles and giving them a final kiss, she began to take tiny licks along the underside of his shaft, keeping his cock pressed his stomach, loving its small jerk as she licked from the base to the head. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit, the drops of his precum oozing from the opening. His groan filled the room as she ran the tip of his cock around her lips, coating them with his fluid. Looking up, she slowly brought his cock down from its place against the hard muscles of his abdomen, watching his eyes glaze with lust as she licked all across the head and then down his shaft, not a centimeter of skin left without its own kiss.
"Suck me, Louisa." His order was given in a voice that was hoarse with need.
Smiling, she traced her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue before opening her mouth wide. Keeping her eyes glued to his, she gave her own soft sound of pleasure before engulfing the entirety of the mushroom shaped head, suckling hard, her cheeks hollowing with every pull.
"God, you're beautiful with your lips stretched around my cock," he murmured.
She took a bit more, her tongue licking and tasting as he pushed a bit deeper. His hand went to the back of her head, holding her in place, his fingers plucking the pins he'd placed in her hair free, allowing the curtain to fall down her back. He entwined her hair in his fingers, closing his fist as he began to pull her back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth as she continued to suckle.
"All of it. I want to feel you swallow Papa's cock."
Louisa relaxed her throat and allowed him to push down it. It had taken her months to learn to serve him so fully. He'd taught her that she would not suffocate, and though she could not help an occasional groan or gag, she'd learned to trust her body to accept every inch of his shaft.
When a knock sounded on the door and a man's voice called out to ask if the occupant was almost done, Louisa fought a giggle as her Papa answered with an emphatic 'No!' She didn't care who was on the other side of the door. All she cared about was the man whose cock was down her throat. Cupping his testicles, she felt them draw up and prepared herself for his eruption. Suckling harder when he pulled back, swallowing again and again so that he could feel the ripples of her throat's contractions along his shaft, she was ready when he pressed her face hard into his groin, his cock fully buried as he ejaculated, spurting jet after jet of his hot seed down her throat.
Edward released her and helped her to her feet, pulling her tight against him. He bent to kiss her when another knock pounded on the door.
"Sir, other men have needs, you know!"
Louisa stifled her giggles against his chest as Edward shrugged. He bent to kiss her and chuckled. "Little does he know how well some little ladies satisfy a man's every need."
He dressed her in her dressing gown before pulling on his own. After gathering up their items, he opened the door.
The man was practically clutching himself and yet his eyes opened wide upon seeing the small beauty, her legs and arms wrapped around the huge man, her smile lighting the darkening hallway. "Oh, I see."
"The room is free," Edward said.
The man seemed to have forgotten his own need and Louisa couldn't stifle her giggle when they both heard him mutter, "Lucky bastard," before they heard the slamming of the door.
*****
Louisa's nap was shorter the next afternoon. When she was once more dressed, Edward led her into a building where his meeting was to be held. She'd brought a book to read, and was seated in a chair in one corner of the room. When the client, a Mr. Bedford, had asked Edward if the little girl wouldn't be more comfortable waiting outside the room, she had heard her Papa inform him that his 'wife' was perfectly content where she was.
Louisa had flushed but the man's response had been to apologize profusely, telling his assistant to bring some refreshments for Lady Wintercrest's enjoyment. Tea and a plate of chocolate biscuits had been placed on a small table beside her chair. Nibbling on the treat, she listened to her Papa as the meeting began. Though she knew he was very successful in his business, she'd never before been privy to actual business meetings. Her book forgotten, she loved watching and listening as her Papa considered the man's proposal. They both looked so engrossed; the man's assistant taking notes. She gasped when she realized the man was speaking of expanding the market for toys made in a factory that he owned. When Edward glanced over, she had to look away in order not to burst out laughing. It was hard to believe that grown men took something as sweet as playthings so seriously.
"Perhaps you'd like a tour of the factory, Lord Wintercrest?" the man asked.
"I'm afraid our schedule doesn't permit a tour at this time, Mr. Bedford."
"Oh, that's a shame. Perhaps another time, but I would like to offer your wife a selection. Perhaps for a future little one?"
Louisa blushed hotly, wondering what the man would think if her husband informed him that any toys selected would be played with by the young woman seated in the room. Meeting Edward's eyes, she knew he was waiting for her response. Remembering how she had hurt him the previous evening, she nodded. "That would be lovely, Mr. Bedford, but only if my Papa allows."
To his credit, Mr. Bedford did not look shocked. Instead, he turned to Edward. "I assure you, it would be my pleasure. Perhaps if your wife finds them entertaining, her friends might become future customers."
"Then lead the way, Randall. Hands-on experience is a very good marketing tool," Edward replied.
Louisa slid her hand into her Papa's as the group moved out of the room and down a flight of stairs. The room they entered had tables running down its length, all holding crates full of toys, some spilling from the boxes and scattered on the table.
"It's how I imagine Father Christmas's workshop," Louisa exclaimed, causing the other three men to chuckle.
Mr. Bedford waved her into the room. "Please choose whatever you wish, Lady Wintercrest."
"Please, I'm just Louisa, Sir." Moving among the many tables, she saw tops and games, wooden trucks and sets of blocks. Dolls of all sizes were on another table, small dresses and tiny shoes in other crates. Louisa gave them barely a glance, her childhood doll was in the carriage and would always be the one with whom she chose to share her secrets thoughts. Turning, she smiled. "These are all quite lovely, Mr. Bedford, but I really don't need anything." She hesitated and then spoke from her heart. "Perhaps it would be an even better marketing tool if you were to take some of your toys to a local orphanage, or to churches, to be distributed to those who can't afford such gifts?"
Randall smiled. "Your wife is
not only beautiful, Lord Wintercrest, she is quite clever. I think that is a fabulous idea."
They spent the next hour choosing toys and packing them into crates the assistant placed on a table. Once several had been filled, he turned to her. "It would make me pleased to know you choose something, Louisa," Randall said, moving to another table. "Perhaps something to share with your Papa?"
When she joined him, she gasped as he pulled boxes from a crate and set them out on the table. Brightly colored photos adorned each box; scenes from nature, castles, cathedrals and famous paintings were just a few examples.
"These are beautiful, come see, Papa." She picked up a box with a picture of the famous Heidelberg Castle in Germany.
"Jigsaw puzzles?" Edward asked, taking the box and giving it a shake.
"Yes, they are becoming quite popular. I believe they are something that can be enjoyed by the whole family, especially on a cold winter evening. One or many can assemble the pieces."
Edward nodded and Louisa smiled, picking up another box that pictured a basket of kittens. "These look like Cleo," she exclaimed. "May I please have this one for Lucy?"
By the time they left the room, Edward held not only the kitten puzzle, but Louisa had also selected one depicting a world map, surrounded by a border filled with small pictures in amazing color and detail, and he'd chosen a third one depicting a circle of girls sitting before a fire, brushing their dolls' hair. Though the girls weren't twins, he could imagine two golden haired beauties spending a few hours assembling it together.
Louisa turned to give the client a sweet smile. "Thank you, Mr. Bedford. Your generosity is going to make a great deal of children very happy this Christmas."
"It will be a pleasure working with you, Randall," Edward said. "You produce good quality merchandise, as well as a wide variety of it. I'm sure children of all ages will enjoy your wares."
Mr. Gordon didn't make a fuss as he had to find a place in which to strap yet another large box to the carriage.
Before they got in, Randall attempted to press a stuffie into her hands. "It's okay, little one," he said. "You chose nothing for yourself. Your Papa said I might give you something to remember me by."
Seeing his choice, she shook her head. "Thank you, Sir, but I was very naughty and lost the privilege of having a stuffie."
Edward slipped his arm around her waist. "I believe you've proven that you learned that lesson, little one. Privileges can be re-earned."
When the stuffie was presented to her again, she took the black horse and held it to her chest. "Thank you, Mr. Bedford. This reminds me of a horse my sister wrote to me about. She and her Papa own a lot of horses."
Edward chuckled. "That may be, but as I recall, the only black stallion at Hunter's Ridge is named Diablo. I believe your horse should have a name more suited for a little one with a loving and gentle spirit."
"I'll name him Promise," she said with a smile. "That will help me remember my promise never to be deceitful again. Thank you. I've had a wonderful time, Mr. Bedford."
He bent and kissed her cheek. "As have I. Your Papa told me that you are his greatest gift. I feel you are mostly responsible for his even considering expanding his business to include toys, and for that I thank you. Have a safe journey, Louisa. Don't ever forget the wonder of play."
*****
That evening, as she threw her head back, her hands held in one of his behind her back, her Papa's cock plunging in and out of her quim, she thought of how play could be found in so many different ways. She felt him still inside her, as deep as he could be as he bent over her back. The breath of his voice wafted in her ear, her body breaking out into goose flesh, her nipples growing ever tighter where they pressed against the mattress.
"I like riding you, Louisa." He drew almost completely free before thrusting deeply again. "I love it when you ride your Papa." His teeth took her earlobe, biting gently as he rocked back and forth, slowly, teasing her, causing her to whimper and squirm, to press her bottom up to encourage him to ride her faster, harder. The tip of his tongue licked the shell of her ear before trailing wetly down to lick at her neck, her shoulder, and down her spine before he straightened again, his hands on her hips. "And, little one, I will love it when we return home and I place you naked over your pony." His hand caressed her buttock before slapping it sharply, causing her to yelp. "I can't wait to see your bare arse bucking over those pillows as you try to urge your pony to gallop away from your strap," he plunged deep, "your birch," he withdrew completely, "or, my darling, beautiful horsewoman, your cane." He plunged inside and rode her hard and deep until she bucked against him, screaming her pleasure as he filled her with thick ropes of his seed. When he moved to lie on his back, pulling her to lie on top of him, his hands cupping her buttocks, she smiled.
"You are my favorite playmate, Papa."
"Then we'll be sure to play every day," Edward said, drawing her up his body until he could press his lips to hers. A few minutes later, he had her spooned against him and his arm reached across her waist, his palm cupping a breast. His breathing became regular and deep as he fell asleep.
Louisa smiled as she looked across the room to the chair where she had placed Promise. Her smile grew as she thought she'd never see another pony without thinking of her Papa's promise. A memory from Miss Summers' nursery flashed across her mind, but she pushed it away. Sated and content, she had no wish to think of the harsher purposes of any future ride. Pressing her bottom snugly against her Papa's warm body, she was quite content to drift into sleep; the memory of far more tantalizing, more rewarding rides running through her dreams.
Chapter Seven
Miles away, winter was settling over Hunter's Ridge. It had begun snowing days ago, the occasional flurries turning into a steady soft rain of fat snowflakes that had covered the countryside in a pure white winter blanket. Bare tree branches groaned under the weight of ice, and a bitter chill quickly pierced any clothing when venturing outside.
Lucy sighed deeply as she stood in the kitchen looking out the window. She'd been cooped up inside for days. When she'd begged to accompany him on his trip that morning, Lucas had told her she was to remain inside until the weather cleared. It hardly seemed fair that she'd be stuck inside while he would be riding Samson to the other side of his estates to check on his tenants. Though she admired him for caring enough to ensure his employees would have enough wood and food during the long days and nights of bitter cold, she was very unhappy that he'd not allowed her to join him.
"I bet Delilah is sad," she mumbled. "Even being a female horse isn't fair. The men always get to do whatever they want, while we have to stay behind!"
Even though the house was full of people, for the time being, she had the kitchen to herself. Luncheon was long over and tea wasn't for another hour or so. Mrs. Grover was napping; her husband, William, had gone with Lucas. Joseph, their son and Lucas's valet, was nowhere to be seen. Since both Franny and Ettie had completed their school studies and earned their certificates, the girls no longer spent hours in the classroom. Lucy's eldest sister, Bea was upstairs with her husband, Frank, going over plans for their house, which was to be built in the spring. Franny was somewhere, probably reading, and Ettie was in the library, sewing, expecting Lucy to join her. She hadn't seen Molly since she'd awakened Lucy from her nap.
Lucy was sick of sewing. Though she wanted to complete the small doll dresses she was making for Louisa, Ettie and Emmie, she wanted to go outside even more. Seeing that the snow had stopped, she held her breath to see if it would start again. After a few minutes, she glanced around before entering the small room where Joseph shined boots and where spare cloaks were hung. Taking one from a hook, she wrapped it around herself, tying the hood securely under her chin. After getting three fat carrots and an apple from bins in the pantry, she went to the door. Ignoring the small voice inside that was asking why she was sneaking about, she opened it and slipped outside.
Oh, it really was cold. It might no longer be s
nowing, but the wind pierced her thin cloak in an instant. Though a fresh layer of snow had piled up on the stone path, she could plow through it easily enough as it was cleared daily. The barn wasn't all that far away. Hurrying as fast as she could, she tucked her hands into the deep pockets of the cloak and, passing the kitchen garden, headed for the barn.
Lucy had to struggle to open the barn door. Not only was it heavy, snow had piled up outside, and she slipped a few times as she pushed against the door. When it finally groaned and opened enough, she turned sideways to squirm inside. Though the barn wasn't heated, it felt a great deal better than being outside. Moving to where Delilah's stall was located, she climbed up onto a hay bale and leaned over the rails. The butter colored mare lifted her head, giving a soft whinny at the sight of her mistress.
"Hello, girl," Lucy said, reaching out to pet the horse. "I'm sorry my hands are so cold, but I brought you something." The mare nickered again, her soft lips gently taking the carrot that Lucy extended, munching the treat loudly. Lucy giggled and fed her another. "I bet Samson isn't getting carrots or a nice fat apple," she said, as she offered one and then the other to her horse. "You deserve a nice treat for having to stay all alone out here."
The horse was not alone, as several others shared the barn. Lucy felt a momentary tug of guilt. She should have brought treats for all the horses, but consoled herself with the thought that she'd remember the next time.
Not wanting to face the bitter cold of a return trip, she spent several minutes just stroking Delilah's neck and face, talking quietly. "You'll love my sister, Louisa. She is going to be so excited to meet you. She loves horses almost as much as I do."
It wasn't until she heard the barn door being shoved open that she realized it would be a very good idea to return to the house. Giving Delilah one last kiss, she jumped from the hay bale, crouching down beside it. Peeking around the edge, she saw Jasper walking into the barn. Her heart almost stopped when she realized that the huge stallion he was leading was Diablo. Her Papa's words rang in her head, his threat of harsh punishment should she ever enter the barns or stables where the horse might be had her bottom quivering. She stifled a gasp when she also saw bits of snow that had fallen from her shoes and cloak, leading directly to her hiding place. Was Jasper wondering why the door had been opened a bit? Did he see the melting snow on the packed earth of the barn's floor?
