by Alta Hensley
"Please," she whined, her fingers moving from the mattress into his hair. Did she desire his tongue on her pearl, or was she wanting what he would not give her tonight?
It did not mean they could not be intimate. He just had to ensure her virtue remained intact. Charley was not one to ruin a young woman's reputation. He respected her enough to wait until they were married.
He guided her legs further apart as he buried his head between her thighs, licking and sucking at the sweet nectar that dripped from her cunny. His fingers dipped in, stroking her wetness, stretching her tight quim as he crawled back up her body. Charley's lips fell upon her neck.
Her soft sweet moans filled the room as her hips shifted. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn't ready to give in just yet. Charley withdrew his digits, listening to her whimper in protest as he guided her to sit up. "I want you out of your gown," he said, insisting to help her undress. He worked the laces free, loosening the garment before helping slide the material up and off. He let it fall to the floor, leaving the clothes on the marble to be picked up later.
Relieved to find no other undergarments hidden beneath the dress, his fingers caressed her bare skin, grazing gently up to her breast as he guided Eliza back down to the bed. He lay beside her, stroking every freckle, memorizing the details that were uniquely her.
"You're staring." Her bubbled laughter proved she was nervous.
"I like what I see," he said. "Why should I deny myself the pleasure of your beauty?" His finger lifted her chin, bringing her lips to his as he kissed her. She lay naked beneath him, the only warmth shared between them was the heat she radiated and which he gave to her as he kissed and lingered over her skin, sucking each nipple, caressing both breasts. He wanted to remind her that she was his and would never have another care in the world, if it were up to him.
"It is not fair, you have far too many clothes on," Eliza objected as she reached for his shirt. "At least let me see what is hidden under here."
Charley backed up slightly, just out of reach as he removed his shirt. "The trousers come later." He had all evening with his little Eliza, and even though it had not begun as he had hoped, they were exactly where he wanted to be.
She whimpered in protest, her hands clasping onto his trousers. Was she going to rip them off without his permission?
He laughed, capturing her hands, stopping her. "What do you think you are doing?" He refused to loosen his grip, worried that she would not listen to him. Eliza had a habit of getting into trouble. He did not wish to spank her before plugging her bottom with his throbbing cock, but he would do what was necessary.
"Come now, Papa," she said, her voice silky and bubbly. "I want to see what I felt earlier." Her cheeks were red and her green eyes a darker shade of emerald as he dragged her arms back down onto the mattress.
"We need to work on your listening skills," he said. "Roll over." He nudged her side, trying to get her to do as she was told. Charley did not wish to turn this into another power struggle between the two of them.
Eliza rolled onto her stomach. She wiggled her perfectly round bottom. "Are you going to spank me, Papa?" There was a fire in her eyes, a mischievous glint that had yet to cease. She would be a handful for him, not that he minded, as long as he remained in control.
"I am considering discipline if it is necessary," Charley said. He did not want to redden her bottom and make her sore before the other intimate activities he had planned for the two of them, but if she required to be kept in line, he would do what was needed. He studied her face and watched her hips gyrate.
"As am I," Eliza said. She reached for his hand and brought it down to her bottom. "I have been a naughty, naughty girl."
"Yes, you have." He shook his head. Spanking clearly turned his little Eliza on. He wasn't sure whether to give her what she desired or inform Nanny Agnes the next time they met. Right now, his focus was on Eliza and her pleasure. "Climb onto all fours."
Eliza was good at following instructions, especially when they involved what she desired, and was eager to please her papa. Charley felt proud that she was not fighting him in the slightest. His hand reached between her thighs, grazing her swollen lips as he felt the juices coating his fingers. He dragged his digits back toward her bottom entrance before undoing his trousers.
"Papa?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder at him.
"Try and relax, my love." His words were calm and warm, filled with lust as he stroked his hardening member with the grease from her bedside table, preparing for his entrance.
"I want to touch you, Papa."
He wanted to feel her tongue against his shaft, but that would have to wait. Perhaps later, after a warm bath together, they could continue with a second act.
"Just close your eyes and enjoy what you feel," he whispered, leaning in against her neck as he kissed the sensitive skin, wanting to arouse all of her senses. Bringing his shaft toward her bottom entrance, his hand dipped down between her folds, dragging her wetness back to her pink pucker, using his fingers to prepare her. He withdrew his digits and separated her bottom cheeks with one hand while poising the head of his glistening cock at her rosebud. In one swift motion, he guided his cock in past her tight ring, feeling her insides stretch as she accommodated his size.
Eliza gasped as he slowly entered her bottom, her body remaining on all fours. "Please, oh."
"Good, oh?" He did not wish to hurt her, though he expected there might be some discomfort at first. That was why they had kept her bottom plugged night after night, to train her for this moment.
"Yes," she said, her voice a hiss as she clenched her teeth.
Hearing her single word of encouragement, he pushed his thick cock deeper inside her tight entrance.
"Oh!" she squealed a second time, this one much louder.
"Quiet," he said, warning her to keep her voice down. What would happen if Nanny Agnes, or worse, the headmaster, came to check on the two of them? He had not taken her virtue, but Charley was doing more than just a little cuddling. They had both earned this special time together, and he was going to enjoy every second of it with her.
Eliza whimpered, and though her moans were contained, they had not ceased entirely.
Charley guided his cock all the way in to her tight bottom before slowly withdrawing most of the way out, and thrusting back in, the sensation overwhelming as she tightened her muscles.
"Do not come yet," he said. Charley was not ready for the moment to be over and done with. "Keep breathing, Eliza."
He heard her sharp gasp as his fingers dove between her folds, finding her pearl. His finger swiped over the swollen bud, circling and swirling as her blood pulsated down to her cunny. Charley could practically feel the heat radiating from her pussy. His fingers teased her entrance, giving her what pleasure he could while he took his own.
His hips jerked, thrusting against her bottom, keeping her close, her body against his, while he stroked her with two fingers inside her tight pussy.
Eliza was heavenly, her smell, the feel of her trembling in his arms.
Charley continued to pleasure her as his own cock pulsated and swelled, nearing his release. He kept moving, thrusting against her bottom, one hand steadying her hips and the other deep in her sweet little cunny, with his thumb flicking over her clit. He wanted her there with him. "Come for me, little Eliza." His lips found her neck, sucking the sweet salty skin as she tightened and shuddered, moaning as she finally let go.
He joined her, allowing the moment to take him over as he spilled his seed into her bottom, before pulling out and falling onto his back against the mattress, gasping for breath. His heart would not cease to pound erratically. Charley felt as though Eliza and everyone else at Ashby might hear the steady rhythm of his heart pounding against his ribcage, as if it were begging to be set free.
She rolled onto her back, her eyes opening as she stared up at the ceiling, mouth parted, panting for air.
Charley shifted along the bed, curling u
p beside her, his hand finding her hip, bringing her closer. "We are not done for tonight," he whispered, making his intentions perfectly clear.
"What do you have planned?" Eliza asked. She did not so much as sit up. A soft pink flush covered her breasts and neck, which matched her rosy cheeks.
He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers. "A warm bath to start, but not for a few minutes. We will need to find a maid to bring in warm water, and I do not wish for you to leave my embrace yet." His breaths were thick and deep as he slowly climbed down from the euphoric high that she had given him. Did she realize the power she had, the ability to make him feel such happiness?
"I do not wish to climb from this bed all night," Eliza said, a bright smile on her face. The flush began to fade from her chest but the redness in her cheeks had yet to dull. "Please, Papa, I want you to stay the night."
What she asked was not possible, but he did not wish to disappoint her so soon. One day, they would have that chance—to share moments from sunset to sunrise. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. "Rest for a few minutes," he said, pulling up the blankets around them. Charley did not bother to put his clothes back on. Hopefully, no one would walk into the nursery unannounced.
Chapter XV
Eliza's heart stirred in her chest, the constant rhythmic thump refused to slow. He had sparked a desire awake that she had not known existed. Certainly he had aroused her just a few short days ago but now, after what he had given her, a piece of himself, she had never imagined to feel as though she were floating, free at last.
The quiet serene moment shared between them was quickly interrupted when Nanny Agnes burst into the room.
Papa's eyes opened and he turned his head, glancing at the older woman with her scornful stare.
Was Eliza in trouble for what had transpired? What about her papa? She did not wish to see him sent away, where she would never see him again. Possessively, she wrapped her leg around his and rested a hand on his chest. She knew it was a bold move, one that only seemed to displease her nanny even further.
"Little Eliza, come! It is time for your bath." Nanny Agnes stalked into the nursery, leaving the door that led to the hall open.
Why was her nanny being callous? Did she wish to humiliate Eliza or punish Charley? Could it perhaps be a bit of both?
"I see you are already undressed. Up!" the older woman commanded, clapping her hands together. Approaching the bed, she ripped the sheets right off her charge. Nanny Agnes glanced over the bed sheets. "Thank heavens there is not a red stain!"
Grumbling under his breath, Papa sat up, the blanket resting at his waist, hiding his intimate region as he watched the scenario around him. What the blazes was going through his mind? Why did he not say anything? He surely could not want Nanny Agnes to stay and interrupt whatever it was he had planned for the two of them. Unless… had she done something to disappoint her papa?
Eliza was not experienced with men. Preston had never seen her stockings, let alone her bare legs. She had not minded Charley's intimate stare or his touch as he caressed her skin. Any chance with her papa alone, she would take.
"What are you doing in here?" Papa asked. His gaze rested upon Nanny Agnes. "We had an agreement. I was to be alone with little Eliza until her bedtime."
"Her rituals remain the same, even with you as her caregiver. She is to have dinner, bathe, and then go straight to bed. Seeing as how you both missed the evening meal, it is time for her bath." Agnes's tone seemed much more relaxed then when she had first burst in through the door.
Eliza's stomach grumbled. "Nanny Agnes, please, would you be so kind as to bring us a tray? Even if we must share it. I am starving, and you know I behave better on a full stomach."
Charley shuffled his legs around to the side of the bed. "I will get you dinner." He bent down, grabbing his trousers and clothes from where they were strewn across the floor, his back to Nanny Agnes as he dressed.
Eliza watched him, a faint smile growing upon her face as she realized he was not waiting for the nanny's approval. He was taking charge, caring for her of his own accord. She cherished the simple fact that he was there for her, in a way no man had ever been.
After he had fixed his attire, he stared sharply at Eliza's nanny. "Where do I fetch a tray of dinner for the two of us?"
She was not surprised that he did not know his way around Ashby. Eliza had not seen much of the building, except for the wing that housed the littles, with its playroom and nurseries for each little one.
Nanny Agnes rolled her eyes and rubbed her hands over her dress, as if she were dusting the filth from her gown. "I suppose I can bring you each a tray. I will have a maid fetch water for the bath. As soon as she is done eating, you are to bathe her and put her to bed. I will return before nine. I expect her to be sound asleep when I come to check on little Eliza."
"She will be in bed when I put her down," Charley said, his tone stern.
Eliza felt her fingers tremble against the mattress. He was not taking orders from her nanny. Would Agnes report back to the headmaster that she could not control Mr. Lockwood or Eliza? "I will be asleep," Eliza said, blurting the words out, trying to help her papa. The longer her nanny argued about when her charge would be put down, the more precious private time for just the two of them was being lost.
"Good." Nanny Agnes nodded, pleased with the response. "I will return." Her heels clicked as she walked, leaving an echo as she pattered down the hall.
Papa bent down, retrieving Eliza's clothes that had been scattered about. "You may be undressed for your bath, but you are underdressed for dinner," he said. He shut the curtains and turned the lantern up higher to bask the room in a warm amber glow.
Eliza took the bloomers from his hands and slid them back on, procuring herself a hint of privacy, though the door to the nursery had been left open for anyone to see her naked. Had her nanny done as much on purpose or was she too busy to bother shutting the door behind herself? Why had her papa not closed it for her?
She turned with her back to the door, picking the gown up from the floor. It took no time or trouble to slide the material on, but she had to wait for Charley to secure the ribbons, tightening the dark blue dress against her skin, revealing her luscious womanly curves.
"You look quite lovely," he whispered, his back to the door, his breath beside her ear, forcing a shudder to course through her body at his proximity.
Both of them jumped as Nanny Agnes approached, her heels giving her position away as she neared the nursery. Eliza felt as though she had been caught, again. Would she feel this way every time her nanny interrupted intimate time with her papa?
Papa took a step back, his hands falling away from Eliza as he headed toward the bed, fixing the rumpled covers, while Nanny Agnes brought dinner to the table for them to sit and eat.
"Please have someone fill the tub with hot water," Papa said. He pulled back the chair for Eliza to sit down.
It seemed they would have little privacy for quite some time. She did not mind the interruption of dinner or the maids drawing her a pleasant bath, as long as her time afterward remained solely between papa and herself.
Quietly they ate dinner, with an interruption every few minutes as a maid carried heated water to the tub.
Charley had sat down across from her, eating rather quickly, his gaze darting to the door quite often. Was he expecting another visitor, or was he in a hurry to finish up and put her to bed?
"You do not need to rush," Eliza said. "Unless there is somewhere you must be after this?"
"Only the train station, and that is not until well after you are in bed," he said, placing the fork upon his plate. "I am to put you in the bath as soon as you are done eating, and I did not wish to break your routine or want the water to grow tepid."
Eliza grinned. The obvious fact that he cared for her well being made her heart pitter-patter in her chest. "If the water is too cold, perhaps we could skip the bath?" Though Eliza knew she was supposed to have a bath when s
he had finished eating, she also wanted more time with her papa, exploring his body in bed. Would he let her touch him as she desired? Her quim began to throb, and the arousal she had felt earlier warmed her cheeks, making her face flush.
"That, my little Eliza, is not an option. I will bathe you after dinner. Now finish eating, unless you want me to feed you?"
A small part of her wanted his undivided attention but she was also not truly a small child. She did not need to be spoon-fed dinner. Hiding her gaze, she glanced down at the plate, lifting her fork as she took another bite. She was far hungrier than she had first realized. Her cunny did not cease to pulse as she imagined his hands bathing her in the tub. She may have been intimate with him earlier but he had not had the opportunity to glance over every curve and juncture of her naked skin. The room grew hotter as she exhaled an anxious breath.
"What is wrong, my love?"
Apparently he could sense her discomfort or unease. Did he realize it had to do with him seeing her naked? She had not been in her right mind earlier, when he had touched her cunny, flooding her head with a fog that had relaxed her mind and made her feel no doubts. How had he done that without her knowledge? It was as if his touch and presence were enough to settle her mind as he edged into her heart.
"I have never had a man bathe me before," she said, her eyes falling back down to her plate. Eliza found it easier to study the food, as she took one bite at a time, than to meet his intense hazel stare.
"I am pleased to hear that, nor have I ever bathed a woman, but I believe we can figure out the mechanics together."
Was he teasing her? His tone was light and as she glanced up, she could see his eyes bright and a smile adorning his face. "Yes, I suppose so." She finished the last of her dinner, her stomach a bundle of knots. Though she desired not to feel nervous, her mind continued to betray her. She wiped her sweaty palms over her skirt, hoping he had not noticed her discomfort.
The maid was kind enough to shut the nursery door once the final batch of bath water had been poured into the tub.
