Page 25 of Papa's Rules
To her delight, he dried her off and led her, stark naked, into his masculine room. Despite her nudity, she wasn’t cold. The heat of the nearby braziers wafted across her flesh. Papa kissed her and caressed her all over, leaving her breathless with anticipation. When he stripped his clothes off and crawled under the covers with her, the intimate contact of skin on skin warmed her further.
“You’re so beautiful, Cammie. So perfect.”
“Thank you, Papa,” she said shyly. “I think you’re perfect too.”
They spent the afternoon in his bed. He took her over and over again, with only brief pauses in between, during which he held her close and they talked of inconsequential things, everything from their favorite musical compositions to their favorite time of year. She preferred the summer months, while he enjoyed winter.
“The only thing more beautiful than a landscape covered in freshly fallen snow is you, my sweet Cammie,” he said before crawling atop her again.
She parted her thighs and surrendered.
She was and always would be his for the taking.
