Page 17 of Papa's Rules
Chapter Six
Alexander, Lord Cavendish, had completely lost his mind. That was what he told himself and he tended to believe it. He had turned his back on her, in part to fold her clothes in a tidy fashion, but mostly to keep himself from taking her tiny little body and plastering it against his hard cock until he pounded into the sweet juices of her virgin cunny over and over again, breaking her in and making her his forever.
But he could not behave that way. Not yet, anyway. The poor thing had only been at his house for less than two hours and they had been alone for less than sixty minutes. Despite that, he felt an uncontrollable urge, as though he had known her his entire life, but that still did not allow him to forego all semblance of gentlemanlike behavior and act like a madman gone a rutting.
Particularly not with his sweet, delicate, little flower, Camellia. His Cammie. Blocking her view of him with his back, he buried his face in her clothing, inhaling the sweet scent of her, a combination of innocence and untried passion. He felt himself getting hard again and wondered how he would survive the few hours until Miss Wickersham returned with the vicar.
Giving himself a mental shake and an internal monologue of rebuke, Alexander completed the task of stowing her clothes by carefully rolling up her stockings, the delicate wisp of fabric which had encased her adorable feet, noting that she’d torn a hole in them, likely during her adventures outside. He decided not to mention it, as he’d already punished her for that episode of naughtiness. All had been forgiven, and to his delight, she didn’t seemed outraged in the least that he’d disciplined her.
Truly, she was meant to be his adorable little bride.
He sat on a nearby chair facing her, then patted his lap and she obediently stepped down from the stool, dressed in nothing but the thin chemise, and walked over to stand in front of him. He opened his legs and pulled her closer, taking her two hands in his. They were face to face and he could see she was upset, which surprised him, as he’d thought the matter of her shyness and modesty had been resolved and that he had given her sufficient assurances so she felt comfortable with him dressing and undressing her. Yet a small tear rolled down her cheek. He wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. He felt her inhale sharply and her face pinkened. Perhaps she was simply nervous, or embarrassed at being practically naked in front of him for the first time. She shuddered and gave a little gasp.
“Does my touch excite you, my sweet Cammie?”
“I-I do not know,” she said, unable to meet his gaze. “When you touch me, I feel warm, all over. And sometimes I have a funny tingly feeling in my tummy. And my ninnies. They tingle and ache even worse than earlier. Oh, Papa. It feels as though my body has a mind of its own and I cannot manage it. Are you certain I am not ill?”
“No, little poppet.” He cupped her face in his hands, “You are not ill. This is called arousal. It is what you ought to feel for your papa.”
“B-but, I felt it before I met you, too. It started yesterday and maybe the day before, when Miss Wickersham told me I had a papa, but I did not know you at the time.”
“Well, it sounds as though you have a desire for a papa to take care of you and to help you make that tingle go away, at least temporarily.”
She squirmed from side to side. “The tingle is getting worse, Papa.”
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Cammie leaned her head on Papa’s shoulder and sighed contentedly after he pulled her onto his lap. His arms wrapped around her like a warm blanket of safety and peace. He smelled good too. Like soap and fresh air. She slipped her arms around his waist and snuggled as close as she could.
Papa seemed to like that because he tightened his grip too, though he also moved around a little bit on the chair. There was something hard in his trousers. It poked against Cammie’s bottom and it made her want to squirm.
Papa still had not told her how he was going to make the tingling in her kitty go away, and the tingling had morphed into an urgent longing spreading all through her body. It seemed that sitting on Papa’s lap, especially with the firm rod that she could feel through his trousers, made everything heat up and throb.
It made Cammie feel unsettled, verging on out of control, characteristics which Miss Wickersham and others at Talcott House had put forth significant effort to abolish in all the residents, including Cammie. A proper lady was placid and refined in all her actions and thoughts. She must always give the outward appearance of serenity.
That particular lesson had been one of the most difficult for Cammie, but she worked hard and had believed she had mastered the technique of a tranquil ladylike demeanor. But ever since her visit to Nurse Lister’s office, there had been an awakening of new urges and yearnings, aches in her ninnies and kitty that seemed to have taken over her ability to think clearly or behave as she had been taught. The urges had caused her to break one of the most important rules of Talcott House. Miss Wickersham had very strictly monitored her girls and she did not permit any touching of their private parts other than for the most perfunctory needs. Dire warnings had been given of the results of not obeying that rule that were enough to keep Cammie from exploring, though she suspected others had tested the limits of the rule based upon some of the wriggling and moaning she sometimes detected from the adjoining beds after lights out.
Until the night before, Cammie had been too fearful of the repercussions. She had carefully scrutinized her friends and none had exhibited the hairy palms or blindness which had been predicted. Still, she hadn’t dared to take the risk until recently. Miss Wickersham had promised to find the best papas for her girls who obeyed the rules and Cammie was certain her papa was the best of the best. It made her proud that she had behaved—most of the time, at least. Now she felt ashamed for having touched herself in secret underneath her covers on her last night at Talcott House. But more than that, she feared for the fact that she no longer had dominion over her body and its reactions.
Miss Wickersham had worked hard to train her to behave as a proper lady ought. Much of society believed that breeding and lineage determined whether someone could move in the upper circles of society, but Miss Wickersham believed anyone could become a member of high society with the proper training.
Cammie had only been away from Talcott House for a few hours, and already her ladylike demeanor was slipping away. How could she ever be a proper wife for Lord Cavendish? Could she truly live up to the title of Lady Cavendish?
Papa had said he knew what to do about the tingling and the jittery sensations she had, though she dared not ask him to relieve them lest he know how little self-control she had. But it was getting stronger and stronger. Would he touch her directly on her kitty again? Or was there another way to make the aching stop? It seemed, despite Papa’s explanations and her rather enlightening trip to Nurse Lister’s office yesterday, there were still many mysteries of the body she didn’t understand.
Cammie clenched her thighs together creating pressure on her kitty and that seemed to alleviate the tingling some, but not all of it. She noticed that when she wiggled over the hard thing Papa had in his trousers, the tingling seemed to get better and some of the ache inside of her calmed.
She continued rubbing back and forth on the solid rod beneath her, and she had almost forgotten about Papa, the feelings flowing through her veins were so intense. Suddenly Papa grabbed her by the upper arms and set her on her feet in front of him.
“Camellia!” he said, his face flushed and eyes wild. “Have mercy on me.”
The tingling was forgotten and she gaped up at Papa. “W-what have I done? Oh, Papa, please do not be angry with me.”
She stepped back from him and took in his entire countenance. His hands were clenched at his sides, and he appeared to be biting his lip as though forcing himself to retain his composure. Oh dear. Surely she had done something to infuriate him and he was on the verge of exploding in anger. Would he give her another spanking? Or would he decide she was too much trouble, after all, and send her back to Talcott House?
Too frightened to think or know what to do, Cammie ran from the room, through the large dressing area, past all of the pretty dresses, capes and shoes, and through the door at the other side. The room she entered was completely unexpected.
Inside the room was a huge bed which seemed to take up the entire room, though, of course, it did not. This room was large and masculine, filled with leather covered furniture and clothing which was undoubtedly manly. Cammie stopped short when she crossed the threshold and gaped at the sight before her.
