Page 12 of Papa's Little Bride
Chapter Five
Kingston
I takemy time undressing Faith, starting with the ties at the front of her dress. I unlace the bow and loosen it, revealing the swell of her ample breasts and the top of her white chemise. Her breath keeps catching and the cutest little whimpersescape her throat.
Originally, I only planned to give her a bath, but now I cannot in good faith ignore her distress.
The vision of her legs spread, her nakedness on display as she explored her slick pink cunny, replays in my mind and heats my blood. If we’d already said our vows, I would likely be claiming her as my wife-in-truth in this moment.
Tomorrow afternoon can’t comesoon enough.
Once I have the dress stripped off her, she stands before me in nothing but her thin chemise, drawers, and stockings. She’s a slender girl, but her hips flare out nicely and my gaze is repeatedly drawn to her chest. The dusky pink outline of her hardened nipples pokes through the thin material of her chemise.
Neither of us speaks while I continue undressing her, bendingdown to remove each of her stockings in turn, but the words unsaid speak volumes and mean the world to me, because she’s taken a leap of faith and is giving me her trust.
The scent of the lavender soap bubbles fills the bathroom, but when I’m in close proximity to her womanly core, I can detect the heady aroma of her femininity. She must be very, very wet. And achy. My entire body thrumsat the prospect of watching her moan and shudder as I stroke her to bliss.
I pull her chemise over her head and proceed to make quick work of removing her drawers. Each garment is tossed in a pile next to the chair, and I have no plans to redress her in the same outfit. Until a servant returns with new clothing for her, she can stay wrapped in a towel or a blanket. I imagine keeping herwrapped up and warm while she’s seated on my lap. She presents as a fragile little thing, yet I sense the resilience within her. She’s likely never had anyone to lean on during her life thus far, but she doesn’t have to be the strong one anymore.
I will be her strength. I’m determined to heal her.
If I can heal her and reap satisfaction simply from caring for the girl, then thereis hope for me yet. The desires she’s unfurling within me have already given me hope that perhaps my heart isn’t the shriveled up, cold and blackened thing I’d once thought it was.
I step back and admire her beauty. Her neck and face are both red, she’s flushing so hard. She squirms and presses her legs together, her continued discomfort prompting me to tap her thighs and urge them apart.With obvious reluctance, she takes up a wide stance, stepping her feet apart and opening herself up to her papa’s touch.
“Good girl.” I cup her swollen mound and meet her eyes. She moans and jerks forward, pressing herself against the heel of my palm. Still cupping her sweet cunny, I slide one finger through her slit to discover all her gathering moisture. “You’re soaking wet, little girl.”
“Papa.” My name is a plea on her lips. She’s asking for my help, even if she doesn’t know what it is she’s asking for.
“Hush now, Papa is going to make you feel very good.”
“But…how?”
I push deeper into her entrance, until I feel the distinct barrier of her maidenhead. Withdrawing slightly, I drive in and out of her tight channel several times, before I seek out herclit. When I brush over the stiffened fleshy protrusion, she cries out and clutches onto my shoulders. Her responsiveness, combined with her utter innocence, leaves me enthralled and aching to sink my cock into her perfect little cunny.
“I think it’s time you get into the bathtub, little girl.”
“Yes, Papa.”
I guide her to the sizeable tub and assist her as she crawls in. Shesinks into the water with a satisfied groan. Her eyes flutter shut and her expression becomes one of pure rapture.
“This is heavenly. I haven’t had a proper bath in years. Thank you, Papa.”
“It’s my pleasure, little one. Is your flower still achy?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Get on your hands and knees in the water. Papa’s going to take care of you. I will give you a release andthen you’ll feel much better.”
Her eyes cloud with confusion and she bites her lip. “A release?”
“It will make all the aching between your thighs better. I promise. Now, get into position. Remember, I expect your obedience. Don’t make me ask again.”
“Of course, Papa,” she replies with a flush. She scrambles onto her hands and knees, but she’s also mindful of the water sloshingabout and is careful not to splash me or the floor. Once she’s on her hands and knees, she lifts her bottom out of the water and gives me a pleading look.
I sit on the edge of the tub and reach for her flower. Little droplets of water cascade over her bottom, as well as the light blonde tuft at the apex of her thighs.
As I start rubbing her clit, I say, “This private part of youbelongs to your papa, Faith. You must never, ever touch yourself here without permission. Your cunny is mine. Your rosebud—the little pucker between your bottom cheeks—is mine as well.”
