Page 20 of Papa's Rules
He sat beside her and tucked the covers up to her neck, taking great care to ensure she was snug. She stared up at him, in awe at how protected he made her feel. Nothing could hurt her when Papa was here. He would keep all the monsters away, and he would make sure she was always warm and safe. Her heart swelled with affection for the handsome man she’d met but a few hours ago.
Her new papa. Her new husband. Her whole world.
Her eyes felt heavy and she yawned yet again.
“Sleep tight, my little bride.” Papa leaned down to kiss her forehead. He gave her a warm smile and stroked her hair, then walked across the room to close the curtains before departing the room.
A dreamy sigh escaped Cammie’s lips. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes, as her increasing weariness pulled her deeper and deeper into the oblivion of sleep. Her last thought before she finally drifted off was that she must be the luckiest little girl in the whole wide world.
* * *
Alexander pulled out his pocket watch, and, noting that Cammie had been quiet in her bedroom for over two hours now, decided it was time to wake his little girl up.
His little girl. His heart warmed at the thought. She was his to love, cherish, and guide for the rest of their lives. And, once he awoke her and brought her into his room, they would officially consummate their marriage. Lust spiraled through him and he fought to steady his hand as he opened her door and slipped inside, careful to be quiet and not disturb her from her dreams. He had the strong desire to look upon her as she lay sleeping.
He approached her petite, slumbering form, and stood above her, staring down at the beautiful sweet girl he was proud to call his wife. She shifted slightly and a soft moan escaped her lips, and it was then that he noticed her hand moving beneath the covers.
“Cammie?” he said, but her eyes remained shut. She was fast asleep, lost in a dream.
A naughty dream, he amended, as he slowly peeled back her covers and sheets to discover her with her nightgown bunched up around her waist and her hand buried between her thighs. She stuck her hand down into her drawers.
A flash of anger hit him, that she would disobey him again so soon, but then he realized she likely couldn’t help herself. He could hardly hold her accountable for something that happened while she slept.
His cock leapt and his balls tightened, his breaths coming short and ragged. He watched her for several moments, unable to speak or look away. Another little moan drifted from her.
“Papa,” she said in a whisper. “Oh, Papa.”
His breath caught in his chest. She was dreaming about him!
He swallowed hard and sat beside her, and waited for her to rouse on her own. The shifting of his weight on the mattress must have disturbed her naughty dreams, because her eyes soon fluttered open and she peered up at him, blinking in confusion. Once the sleep cleared from her gaze, she gave him a small smile.
“Good evening, Papa. Is it still evening?”
“Yes, it’s still evening, Cammie. You only slept for two hours. Of course, it looks like you did more than sleep, little girl,” he said, keeping his visage playful but hardening his voice.
Her brows knitted together. “What do you mean?”
He nodded at her center, where her hand remained stuck down her drawers, though her fingers had stopped stroking.
“Oh no!” She gasped and tore her hand out of her drawers, then arranged her nightdress about her in frantic movements, trying to cover herself. “Papa! I didn’t mean to!” She grabbed for the covers next, but he placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to still.
“Cammie, look at me.”
Worried eyes met his. “Oh, Papa, I am so sorry.”
“Cammie, I want you to be a good girl and lay back. Keep your legs spread.”
She obeyed, though the nervousness didn’t leave her expression. It pleased him that she acquiesced to his demands so quickly, even though she hadn’t meant to break a rule.
He pushed her skirt up and reached for the ties on her drawers, unfastening them and yanking the undergarment down. He tossed her drawers onto the same chair as the pillows and turned back to gaze upon her sweet little cunny. His cock swelled harder, his anticipation over their wedding night growing. He couldn’t wait to kiss every inch of her body and then slowly push his hardness into her tight virgin cunny, breaking her in and making her his wife-in-truth.
She was all smooth and pink, and he noticed a glimmer of moisture peeking out from her slightly parted folds.
“You’re such a good girl for spreading your legs so wide for your papa.”
She flushed. “Th-thank you, Papa. Are yo-you going to spank my kitty now because I was naughty?” She bit her lower lip and peered up at him imploringly.
He cupped her warm mound and lifted an eyebrow at her. “As long as you confess to Papa what you were dreaming about, you will only receive five light smacks. Unless, of course, you prove uncooperative while I administer those five smacks. Little girls who can’t keep their legs spread for their papas get extra punishment. Now, what were you dreaming of?”
