He waited without moving. The pain didn't lesson. I wanted to beg him to stop and to take it back out but I remembered what Nanny had said about playing games.
He started to take it out. Was he finished? Was it finally over with? He pushed it back in. The tears were pouring out of me. He stopped again but his thing was deep inside me.
“Shh sweetheart. You are doing so well.” He started moving it again, he was even gaining speed.
I prayed that he would finish soon. He stopped again. I concentrated on my breathing as I stared at the ceiling, avoiding his eye. He was running his hands all over me. “Relax, sweetheart, it will hurt less if you do.” He moved his fingers back in between my legs. He was petting me there again and he wasn't moving.
It slowly started hurting less. He was saying something in soft tones and I started to relax a little. I registered that he was praising me. He started moving again. His hands moved to my hips to hold me in place. He was really moving now. My body was getting warmer and warmer under his touch. The pain was bearable now. He went on and on until at last he drove himself deeply into me and held still. He made weird noises and fell down on top of me.
He was having difficulties breathing now. Once he had calmed down he looked at me again. I guessed that he had already seen the tears so I didn't try to hide them. He stared in my eyes and stroked my face. “I love you, sweetheart,” he had tears in his eyes too. “I'm so sorry that hurt you so much. But now we are truly married. We get to be together for the rest of our lives.”
I reached out to touch his face. I tried to smile at him. He pulled me in close and held me until I started to feel sleepy again.
“I think we need to get cleaned up. Let's take a shower.” He pulled himself out of me. The moment I had been waiting for since he started. He stood up and looked down at me. He looked surprised somehow. I looked down at myself. Everything seemed the same. He cleared his throat and help me up. My legs wouldn't support me and I fell down. He caught me and carried me into his bathroom; which was a lot bigger than mine.
Brown marble with golden faucets. He set me down on the side of his tub. It hurt to sit and I was fighting the tears again. He got the water warm in the shower going and helped me to my feet again. I let him do what he wanted with me. Thank god he was so strong or I would have slipped.
I wanted to ask him how often he planned to do that to me in our marriage. I hoped it wouldn't be often. He washed me thoroughly which embarrassed me all the more. He dried me off and carried me back to bed. That's when I saw all the blood on the white sheet. I thought for sure that I would be sick. The tears were back again. He led me to the other side of the bed and tucked me in. He kissed me on the forehead and said nothing.
He moved away from me and removed the sheet. I hoped that he would burn it. My heart felt like it was breaking. Why would anyone want to get married? He laid down in bed next to me and pulled me in close to him. He turned me so I was facing him. I closed my eyes so I didn't have to look at him. “My sweet little girl, it will never be that bad again. Daddy is so sorry that you are hurt.” He kissed me some more until I yawned. I fell asleep shortly after.
Chapter 7 Call Me Daddy
Brian was once again pleased with his choice of wife. The Wedding had been small but it had gone off without a hitch. The only thing that had made him worry was when he saw her father hiding behind a pillar at the back of the church. Brian had figured that he had come to make a scene and embarrass her. He informed the security team the throw him out if he tried to do anything to ruin Amelia's big day.
He was so glad when his man whispered in his ear that James had left right after the ceremony. Brian had been holding his breath, especially when the pastor had ask if anyone had something against them getting married.
Now that Amelia was truly his, he felt safe. He could relax with her. She wouldn't be getting away from him. She was his for the rest of their lives.
***
I was dreaming that it was warm and sunny. I felt so happy and comfortable. Something was carrying me higher and higher. My breaths were coming in shallow. My hands were moving trying to grab onto something to help me hold tight. I screamed out when I couldn't take it anymore. My heart slowly started to settle down and I started to wake up.
I wasn't alone. He was with me and he was pushing his thing in me again. “Please no,” I was crying again.
“Shh baby. It's already a lot better than yesterday, isn't it.” He always used such soft tones. Like he was talking to a small scared child.
He was right. It wasn't as bad as last night. It still hurt a lot but it was bearable. He pumped himself into me again and again. I held onto his shoulders as he rocked in and out of me.
“It feels so good to be inside of you.” He was breathing very heavy and when he was deep inside of me he was giving me that same feeling from just before. My hips started to raise up against him.
“That's it baby girl. Raise those hips up to Daddy.”
What he was doing felt better and better with each thrust. I couldn't take it anymore. I was already gripping at his shoulders but it wasn't helping. I called out his name and he stopped immediately.
His eyes were filled with disappointment. He held himself deeply inside of me without moving. “I don't want you to call me that. Never again. Do you understand?” He looked very mad at the end.
I nodded frustrated. I just wanted him to continue.
“If you ever do it again I will punish you. Have I made myself clear?”
I nodded again. The magical spell I had been feeling was over. I looked him in the eyes. He really did look like he was going to hit me. A chill went through my body.
He sighed. “I'm not trying to scare you, sweetheart. This is just really important to me. I realize that your father never took care of you like he should but your daddy will take care of you forever. I want you to call me Daddy.” He started moving again. My need for him built up so quickly again. “Say it, Amelia. Call me your Daddy.” He was moving so slowly in and out of me. Painfully slow. I needed more.
“Please Daddy, love me,” I begged him.
“That's my good girl. Always call me your Daddy. Daddy is going to make everything all better for his little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said turning him even more on.
“I love you so much, sweetheart.” He came inside of me then. He looked completely happy. I had finally figured out why he wanted me. I was still panting and thinking about what had just happened.
Everyone had called him Brian at the wedding. It hadn't bothered him at all. He had gotten upset like a parent would if their child had called them by their first name. Was I okay with this? The wheels were turning in my head. I wanted to know what having a Daddy entailed but I wasn't ready to ask him. Playing along seemed to be the best idea.
This life had to be better than what my father had wanted for me, homeless and on the streets. He had probably pictured me begging for my meals and a place to stay. He had probably envisioned me having to sell myself too. I turned away from Brian and cried.
His hand was petting my shoulder. “I'm so sorry that it still hurts. It will get better, angel, I promise.” He was talking to me like a child.
It was working too. I was settling down. I turned to him so quickly that he was taken aback. I sobbed onto his chest. I was remembering every word that had passed between us. It was so obvious now but I didn't want to leave his side either. He was the only person who had ever been good to me.
“Shh, my sweet little angel. I'm here it's all better now. I love you. You are safe now.” He held me for a long time.
I was almost starting to doze off when we heard a knock on the door. I pulled the blanket up high covering myself up. He laughed. “It's time for breakfast in bed, sweetheart.”
He got out of bed completely naked and went to the door and got a tray that had been laid in front of the door. He brought the tray to my side of the bed. “What does my little girl want to have?” He looked so
happy. He had probably wanted to live out this fantasy for a very long time.
I looked at what there was. “Can I have some eggs and toast, Daddy.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” He took a plate and filled it for me. He gave it to me and watched me eat. He looked so pleased with me.
I knew that other men liked their wives to dress up as nuns or cheerleaders. This was probably a lot more normal than that, I thought.
I opened my mouth to say something and then closed it again. I was making him nervous. It reminded me of what had happened in his office a couple of days ago. He must have thought that I was going to call the wedding off because I had figured everything out. No, I wasn't that smart. I needed everything spelled out to me, even to the letter.
“What's wrong, Amelia?” His strict tone again.
I hung my head. “Did my father tell you how he expected me to survive?” He didn't answer so I clarified. “That day in his office? When he told me to leave. I mean, if you hadn't taken me in?”
“No, he didn't. Please don't worry about that. He even loves you deep down. He just didn't know how to take care of you. My brother knew your mother. He told me you look a lot like her. Maybe that was the reason why he didn't like you. It probably hurt him just to look at you. He was at the wedding. Off to the side so you wouldn't see him. He even talked to the Pastor beforehand. But please don't think that because he was there that he will take you in and be good to you. It isn't in him.”
“I get to stay with you right? Forever? Even when I'm old and gray?” A new worry popped into my head. If he wanted me as his little girl, and I would definitely be getting older, than what would happen then?
“Forever, I promise.” He was grinning at me like I was very dear to him.
“Have you ever been married before?” I blurted out.
“No, of course not. I'm not that old. You are my first, one and only little girl.”
He grabbed me by my feet and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I laid my plate down next to me. I felt one of his fingers inside of me. He was playing with me down there, getting me ready for him again. I was embarrassing quick to my readiness. He drove into me and continued thrusting. I was a little sore but there was no more pain. Again I didn't know what to do with my hands. I grabbed at his hair as he rode into me. I gasped in my pleasure. When my pleasure was at its highest I screamed out, Daddy. It had come without thinking. It made him climax too.
We made love all day and night. We talked and slept and ate in between. He told me about the school he was thinking about sending me to. I was unsure. I wasn't the popular type.
He laughed. “Trust me, you just have to tell people your last name and they will like you. Money makes people popular.”
“You don't think that that is why I married you? Do you Daddy?” The word 'Daddy' was flowing so easily from my lips in the meantime that it kind of scared me. Had my subconscious realized what was going on and excepted the situation? Did I want a relationship like this too? I liked the idea of not having to worry about everyday things. The idea that of having someone, who wanted to take care of me, was so tempting.
“No, I know better than that. You were in a bad situation but I know I make you feel safe. I really do want to protect you from the world. But you are prideful too. If you hadn't wanted me too then you would have taken off. I am even still scared that you might not be here one day when I come home.”
“Where would I go, Daddy?” I shrugged my shoulders. “You are the only one I know in the world.”
“I'll be so good to you that you will never want to leave me ever. I will simply never give my little girl reason to go.” He smiled and pulled me onto his lap.
I leaned into his strong chest and he wrapped his arms around me. “This is the safest place in the whole world. I like being on your lap and in your arms.”
Chapter 8 Liar, Liar Pants on Fire
Brian could hardly believe how happily married he was. Amelia had told him that she liked him and that she didn't want to leave him. She wanted the thing that he desired the most too, she wanted to sit on his lap and be hugged by him. She felt safe with him. It was what he wanted most in the world. His little girl liked him. He couldn't wipe the constant grin from his face.
On Wednesday evening he visited Nanny Prim.
“She is perfect, a little angel. I can't imagine what I did to deserve her.” Brian couldn't help but praise his lovely wife.
“I am so glad for you, sir.” Nanny Prim was pleased to see her employer so happy.
“Be very good to her tomorrow. She was so well behaved. I hate that I have to go but my patients need me too. And I have matters that need my attention. I wish I could stay with her.”
“I will take very good care of her. You really have nothing to worry about.”
Brian nodded and returned to his room. He stared at Amelia sleeping in his bed. He needed her to need him, completely.
He carefully lifted the blankets and cuddled in close to his young bride. He laid his arm around her and prayed that she would still be here when he came home from work tomorrow. Then he fell asleep. He was no longer alone in this world.
***
On Thursday morning he woke me with a kiss and told me he had to go back to work today. “Sleep as long you like, princess. You earned it. When you want to get up call Nanny. I left the door to your room open. I'm going to miss you, sweetheart.” He wanted to leave but I grabbed his tie, making him smile.
“Just one more day, Daddy, please.” I looked into his nice and warm brown eyes. He looked like he was giving in. I smiled brightly at him.
“I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have appointments that I can't cancel. I have to make up the last three days so I will even be coming home late.”
Tears sprang to my eyes and my mouth dropped open. “So long?”
“I promise I will think about you all day.” He slid his tie out of my hands. “You don't have to worry I will be back, sweetheart.” He kissed me passionately before he left. Leaving me breathless.
I was now too awake to sleep. I got up and went to my room. I hadn't been in here since the wedding. His room was big and comfortable but without him in it there wasn't anything to do. I blushed to myself.
I knocked on Nanny's door. I was standing there completely naked. That would have embarrassed me to death a week ago but now I was used to it. The last clothing that I had worn was my wedding dress.
The door opened right up and Nanny came in. She looked me over quick before she let some water into the bathtub. I could tell she had questions that she wanted to ask but it wasn't appropriate to ask. She helped me into the tub and cleaned me up. The warm water was making me sleepy again.
Lovingly, she washed my hair. She seemed pleased that I was letting her do what she wanted with me. She asked me to stand up and I did. The water ran down from my body. Nanny helped me dry off. I felt like Cleopatra. She rubbed cream into my skin and then she picked out an outfit for me.
Nanny took me down to breakfast. We ate and she told me wanted me to start in with our learning today. I nodded. I liked the idea of having something to do when he was out.
“Nanny, I have one worry.”
“Yes, Amelia?”
“Homework and studying. When am I suppose to do that?” I had studied every waking minute at school. I had hoped that my father would think that I was something special, worth being proud of.
“You will have lessons in the morning and a couple of hours in the afternoon. You will have enough time to study and you probably won't have homework. I realize that when your Daddy is at home that you won't have time to study. You will be starting piano lessons soon too. I will remove something from your program so you don't feel any pressure. We just haven't found anyone yet.”
“Daddy said that he will be coming home late tonight. I don't know how late but we have a lot of time today. I would like to read a couple more chapters in my book. I have been waiting so long to see how it ends.”
“I
will find time for personal reading. In fact, I have an order form from the book store. We can look through it after breakfast and you can choose whatever you want. Your Daddy is very generous with you.”
I smiled and looked down. He had also enjoyed telling me that I could have whatever I wanted. He would have the last word with everything but he didn't want me to be shy in my requests. He had said that part of the fun of having a little girl is spoiling her.
He was very interested in everything that had to do with me. It was his responsibility to take care of his little girl and he took that very seriously. I also knew that the books that I would pick out would have to be approved by him.
Finally, someone had taken interest me, and if that came with a bit of limitations than that wasn't a problem for me.
Nanny wanted to start with Math. I was having difficulties just staying awake now. When we were finished Nanny was asking about the capitals of the world. She had flash cards with the countries' flags on them. She wanted me to learn them. She left and I started in memorizing. It was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. My head started drooping down. I laid my head down on the desk.
“Amelia, I want you to go to bed.”
I heard Nanny's voice and looked up.
“Bedtime, Amelia.”
“Yes, Nanny.” I went willingly to bed. Nanny changed me into my pajamas and tucked me in. She drew the curtains and left. She was smirking the whole time.
Nanny and I were waiting for Daddy to come home. He had called Nanny and told her he would be late for supper. My foot had started tapping on the floor.
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