by Zoe Blake
“That’s cheating!” laughed Charlotte.
“No, that is enthusiasm for the game,” quipped Asher.
Charlotte held her breath in anticipation but was disappointed when his trousers were whisked off and the forbidden sight she most wished to see was still covered by his unmentionables.
She let out a sigh of dissatisfaction. Asher chuckled.
“Patience, sweet,” he intoned. “Your turn.”
Asher slowly ran his hands from the small arch of her left foot, to the top of her knee. Pulling down on the delicate knitting of her white knee-sock, he slowly exposed her creamy skin. Giving a quick kiss to the top of her knee, he moved on to her other sock. Charlotte didn’t complain about it being his turn. When both socks were removed, Asher could not resist spreading her legs wide and catching a tantalizing peek of her sweet little shaved cunny. He could see the soft glisten of her arousal in the candlelight. She was a prize.
Running his hands over his muscled abdomen and playing with the edge of his linen undergarments, he teased his new bride. “Does little Lottie want it to be Papa’s turn again?”
“Yes,” said Charlotte eagerly without the least bit of maidenly modesty. She could see the bold outline of his…his unmentionable through the thin linen. Having only been permitted to see the marble statues with strategically placed fig leaves in the museum, Charlotte was burning with curiosity to finally see what lies beneath.
“Give us a kiss first.”
Charlotte leaned up on her elbows and swung her legs under her so she was kneeling in front of him on the bed. Even with the raised height of the bed, the top of her head still barely reached his shoulder because of his superior height.
She raised up on her knees and was about to touch her lips to his when Asher stopped her. “Not there, sweet.”
Charlotte’s cat-like green eyes clashed with his dark, black ones. Confused. Her only experience with kissing had been the few passionate kisses she had received from him recently. She wasn’t counting any of the stolen, closed lip kisses she had experienced in many a ton garden during a ball. They were false attempts from awkward boys compared to the forceful, confident kisses of the man before her. But even with her limited education on the subject, she was certain it involved her lips on his.
He tapped her full lips with the tip of his index finger. Then closely watching her bright eyes to make sure they followed his intent. He slowly moved his finger down his body and tapped the swollen head of his cock through the slight fabric. “Here,” he said. His voice dark and rough with barely leashed desire.
Charlotte sucked in a shocked breath. “There?” she choked out.
“There,” he affirmed with a nod of his head.
Asher watched the rapid beat of her heart as it fluttered in her chest. He watched her delicate throat as she swallowed, once, twice, considering this brazen request.
“Did she dare?”
Second guessing herself and her resolve, Charlotte was about to back down when she caught the challenging glare in his dark gaze. Never one to resist a challenge especially one that involved how far she was willing to venture, Charlotte lowered her head.
Asher clenched his fists as he felt her soft breath brush his naked chest. Determined to let her do this at her own pace, despite desperately wanting to grasp her by the back of the head and press her lips against his straining cock.
Charlotte stared at his chest. She wondered if the light dusting of hair would be soft or rough to the touch. Afraid to give in to the impulse, her gaze wandered lower, past his stomach to the hidden bulge between his legs. Lowering her head further, her eyes were even with the fascinating object. Under her gaze she could have sworn it pulsed and lengthened! Sending a quick look upwards and catching Asher’s intent look, she moved her lips closer.
Seeing those bright green eyes look to him for encouragement as her open mouth crept closer to his waiting cock was almost his undoing. With patience he never thought he possessed, he waited. Feeling the whisper of heated air as she exhaled closed to the tip. He waited.
Charlotte puckered her lips as she leaned forward. Inhaling the warm, musky masculine scent of him, she tenderly placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his cock through the fabric. Quickly falling back on the bed, out of reach, Charlotte eagerly searched out his gaze, trying to gage his reaction to her bold gesture.
Asher’s barely leashed control snapped the moment her delicate mouth innocently touched his cock.
“Game over,” he growled.
Her eyes widened in surprise as his large body lurched over hers. Bracing his left forearm above her head, his right hand grasped the fragile neckline of her pink, childish dress and pulled down, rending the thin fabric.
“No,” she cried out in alarm, desperately trying to pull the shredded pieces together over her exposed breasts.
“Stop,” he growled. More beast than man.
His right hand grabbed her wrists and secured her arms over her head, effectively restraining her.
Feasting his eyes on her ample breasts he said, “Time for me to return your kiss.”
Lowering his head to her left breast, he laved the pink tip with his tongue before pulling the entire nipple into his wet mouth. Suckling hard, Asher relished in her unbridled reaction. Her hips thrusting into the air, pushing against his imprisoning weight. He could sense she needed more.
“Tell me to bite your nipple,” he ordered.
Charlotte whimpered, barely registering the strange request. Her mind foggy with newly discovered desire and the feel of his massive body pushing her into the bed covers.
“Tell me to bite your nipple,” he demanded with more force.
“Bite my nipple,” she whispered, turning her head away from him, overwhelmed.
“Louder,” he snapped.
“Bite my nipple,” she yelled in desperation, wanting to please him, not really thinking about what she was asking.
Asher’s strong, white teeth closed down on the vulnerable rouged tip. Not hard, that would come later, but with just enough pressure to make an impression. Gently pulling on the nipple with his teeth, he increased the pressure as the tip of his tongue swirled over the top.
Charlotte arched against him, crying out in pain and something else. The pain seemed to give a stronger edge to her desire. What was at first indistinct, hazy and overwhelming now was clear and sharp. Of its own accord, her upper body raised off the covers, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
His baby liked pain with her pleasure, he thought. Just as he suspected from the first.
Releasing her wrists, he moved his hand to her cunny. Running his fingers down the seam, he pushed in. Touching the tip of his finger against her sensitive clit.
“Do you want me to bite you down here too?” he asked as he swirled the pad of his finger in agonizing circles over and over her clit.
Charlotte cried out, “No, I can’t. I can’t.” She desperately tried to close her knees against his invasive hand. Her breast was one thing but having his mouth down there was too much for her innocent mind to take in.
Asher pressed his lips against the side of her mouth. “Shhh, baby. Next time perhaps. How about Papa just gives it a little pinch?” Without waiting for an answer, he gave the sensitive bundle of nerves a harsh pinch. Charlotte’s hips bucked against his restraining hand.
“Stop. You have to stop,” she begged. Charlotte felt out of control and it was not something she was accustomed too. It was disorienting.
“You don’t make the rules anymore, Lottie.” He breathed against her neck. His voice harsh with repressed need. “I do.”
Without warning, Asher pushed two fingers deep inside her already wet cunny. Moving his fingers up and down in a rhythmic motion, careful to press against the top of her tight passage, he increased the tempo.
Charlotte grasped his shoulder as his left hand did terrible, wonderful things to her body, not sure if she was trying to stop him or encourage him.
Moving his fin
gers even faster, opening her up further, Asher pushed the pad of his thumb against her clit…and pressed hard. Feeling as if time suspended, Charlotte stopped breathing. It was as if her body floated in the air above her before it suddenly came crashing back to earth. The moment of impact the sensation engulfed her as Charlotte’s mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure.
At the moment of her release, Asher shifted his weight, placing both knees between her open ones. Pulling his fingers out, he replaced them with the tip of his cock at her entrance.
“This is going to hurt, baby.”
He surged his hips forward before she could react. Forcing his large staff into her tight passage, past her maidenly resistance, he buried himself deep in one thrust. Asher felt an animalistic need to possess and conquer the moment he felt his cock tear through her innocence making Charlotte his.
The intense stinging pain brought Charlotte back to reality. Desperately she tried to pull away from him. Asher would not allow it.
“Let go! Let go!” she cried out, trying to move her hips away from the torment. Her insides felt stretched and torn.
“Never,” he growled as his lips latched on to her nipple. Her strained passage clasped down firmly on his cock. He could feel the tight clench with every thrust. Feel her cunny weaken and relinquish to him. The sensitive underside of his cock could feel every tremor, every shiver of her body as it tried to open for him to stop the pain. Still, she was almost too tight. He had to drive his cock forward with each thrust, forcing his way into her resisting body.
Charlotte’s head swung from side to side. No longer trying to push his weight off her, she felt the constraint as she was impelled to lay herself bare for his possession. Each push of his cock into her body caused a throbbing pain. Her cunny burned from the stretching and pressure as it was forced open.
Asher grasped her head with both hands. Locking her gaze with his, with clenched jaw, he thrust in straight to the hilt. Possessing her as deep as possible. Silencing her scream of pain with his mouth. Asher crushed his lips against her own. Thrusting his tongue into her open mouth with the same rhythm of his cock into her cunny.
Charlotte started to feel the stirring of a different emotion. His weight, the feel of his cock inside of her, his mouth. The sheer masculine mastery of her body through strength and desire. The complete lack of control. Against her will, she felt herself giving in but tried to fight it.
“Give in to me,” he commanded with another punishing kiss, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
Charlotte could resist no longer. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back, she stopped fighting and let wave after wave of breathtaking pleasure overtake her mind and body.
Asher branded her with his own release the very moment she relinquished control to him.
Chapter Six
Meeting her Nanny
Charlotte opened one eye, squinting against the morning sun. Groaning, she rolled onto her stomach and buried her head under the pillow. As she was about to fall back to sleep, the covers were unceremoniously ripped off her body, exposing her naked bottom. A warm hand gave her a playful swat on that same pert bottom.
“What the bloody hell!” she exclaimed, rolling away from the offensive hand, momentarily confused and annoyed. It was not until she looked up into the even more annoyed eyes of the large man standing over her that the events of the night before came back to her in a rush. Her cheeks pinked as she struggled to reclaim the bed linens to cover her nakedness.
Grabbing the sheets from her small hands, Asher leaned over her prone body. Taking hold of her chin, he said sternly, “Don’t ever let me hear a nasty curse word come out of this little mouth again, do you understand me?”
Charlotte nodded her understanding. It was too early in the morning to test his resolve. She watched as he turned his back to her, buttoning up his vest.
“You have many bad habits, little one. You are far too stubborn and disobedient. We will start correcting this behavior today,” he continued.
Charlotte stuck her tongue out behind his back.
Without even turning around, Asher stated flatly, “Put that tongue back where it belongs, or I will show you another use for it.”
Startled, she obeyed, slinking further against the bed covers.
Asher awoke this morning with a pleasant contentment. From the moment he had agreed to their union, he had been on edge. Bowing to the social pressures of his title and position in society, he was determined to proceed with decorum when all he really wanted to do was haul her off to Gretna Green and then the nearest best. Even after the vows were read, he needed to restrain himself, knowing she was not truly his until he consummated their marriage. So he held back, waited. Careful to not show his full intentions for his new bride until she was well and truly wedded and bedded.
Despite having her several times the night before, his hungry cock swelled at the thought of seeing her in her rightful place, in his nursery. She would resist of course, that was what made her so enticing. Asher would not be fooled. The more he forced her to his will last night the more powerful her releases. She craved his mastery and he would be obliging, he thought with a smile.
Tugging on her ankle, he flipped her back onto her stomach and pulled her closer to the edge. Charlotte squirmed but was no match for his strength.
“Up onto your knees,” Asher ordered.
“Please don’t spank me!” she begged.
“You’re not getting a spanking, but you will if you don’t obey me now.”
Charlotte tucked her knees up till she was prone on the bed with her bottom facing him.
“Place your cheek against the bed, raise your bottom up higher.”
“Please! This is so humiliating,” she cried.
Asher knew this was nothing compared to what she would have to endure later this morning in the nursery. “Do as I say.”
Charlotte went down on her forearms and rested her hot cheek against the linens.
Asher surveyed his tantalizing view. Her creamy backside cheeks on such delicious display for him.
He reached between her legs and stroked her already wet cunny with two fingers. Rubbing them slowly back and forth, back and forth along the seam. Charlotte began to moan.
“Do you like that little one?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly.
“Yes, Papa,” he corrected.
“Yes, Papa,” she shyly repeated.
Pushing his fingers into her still sore and swollen passage, he could feel her muscles tense.
“Oh, please don’t! I’m still so sore.”
“Shhh…calm down.” He placed a comforting hand on her lower back and moved it in gentle circles over her smooth skin while he worked his fingers in and out of her cunny. Knowing the tinge of pain would soon heighten her gratification.
“I want you to listen very carefully,” he cautioned. “Do you feel that? Papa’s fingers are in your nice, little hole.”
Charlotte tried to concentrate but the dull throbbing pain had changed into a warm, throbbing hum of titillating pleasure.
“When you are good, little girl, you will get Papa’s fingers, tongue and cock in your nice hole.”
Asher thrust his fingers inside of her faster, using his thumb to stimulate her clit. Abruptly he pulled away. Charlotte groaned and actually thrust her bottom higher, seeking his touch. He placed both hands on either cheek and spread them wide. The change in touch surprised and alarmed Charlotte.
“But when you are naughty, Papa will punish you in your naughty hole.” He thrust his thumb, already coated in her cream, against her tiny puckered entrance. Pressing ever so gently to make his point. Feeling her body resist and push back.
Charlotte tried to shimmy forward, but his hand clenched on her bottom cheek, keeping her in place. She began to whimper in distress, trying desperately to clench her secret passage closed. It was to no avail.
Her back entrance finally weakened against the constant subtle pressure of the pad o
f his thumb. Asher watched as her bottom swallowed his thumb to the first knuckle. He gave another push and it reluctantly took his thumb to the base. Her tight passage spasmed and clenched around his thumb. Asher could just imagine the sweet torment when he forced his cock inside.
“Please take it out! I don’t like it,” she complained.
“That is the point, little one,” Asher remarked, giving his thumb another push for emphasis. Loving how her bottom pulsed and clenched tightly around his intrusion. Pulling on the delicate skin around her hole, he opened her just wide enough to allow him to place his other thumb at her entrance.
Charlotte cried out at the sudden stinging pain as her entrance was stretched further than it ever had been.
“Brace yourself, this will hurt a bit.”
“No. No. No,” she whined as he pushed both thumbs into her back entrance and then pulled them in opposite directions, opening her tiny entrance wide. Asher observed her puckered forbidden hole as it smoothed out from his ministrations, knowing it would soon be his cock forcing her open even wider.
“As I was saying,” he continued resolutely, ignoring her cries of distress. “This is your naughty hole. When you are a bad girl, you will be forced to take a punishment plug or Papa’s cock deep inside your bottom as a lesson to behave.”
Charlotte could not believe what she was hearing. In her pain she must have misunderstood. Surely he did not mean to place his…his thing up her bottom! This was even more frightening because despite their activities last night, she still had more felt than seen his…member. All she knew was that it was big and wide and hurt. The thought of it being forced up her bottom made her feel faint.
“Do you understand me, Lottie?”
Charlotte nodded her head yes against the bed linens, unable to speak. She just wanted the punishing feel of his thumb pushing deep inside of her to end. It stung and burned.
Rubbing both thumbs along her entrance seam, pushing one thumb further in for emphasis, he asked again, “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Papa,” she weakly answered.
