Page 18 of Papa's Little Bride
Chapter Six
Kingston
After an hour and a half,I return to Faith’s room to check on her. I’ve been upstairs this whole time though, nearby in case she called out for me. When I enter the room, she stretches under the covers and blinks awake.
Her eyes meet withmine and she smiles, causing my heart to constrict in my chest.
I sit on the bed and reach under the covers. But when I grasp her hand and pull it to my lips for a kiss, I realize my little girl has been disobedient. The scent of her arousal is heavy upon her hand, and I know without a doubt she must have touched herself in secret.
“Did you sleep well?” I remove the towel from herhead. Her hair is almost dry, and I stroke one hand through it, while still holding her other hand.
She nods. “I was so tired, I feel asleep before you finished reading the book, and I was out this whole time.” Her gaze dances away from mine for a moment, as if she’s trying to hide something. But I already know her secret, and now, I must add lying to her list of transgressions.
“Faith,” I say gently, “I had hoped I would not have cause to punish you so soon, especially before we are wed. But I cannot allow your misbehaviors to go unpunished.”
Her eyes go adorably wide. “I-I am afraid I don’t know what you mean, Papa. I’ve been here sleeping this whole time. How could I have done anything wrong?”
“Faith, that’s the second time you’ve lied to me just now.Want to keep going and adding to your punishment? Or would you like to confess to your naughtiness before Papa becomes even more upset with you?”
Her mouth drops open and she stares at me, her eyes bulging larger. “How-how do you know, Papa? I-I was so quiet.”
“Yes, you were quiet.” I squeeze her hand and bring it to my lips, once more kissing it and inhaling the intoxicating scentof her femininity, and her naughtiness. “But I can smell the scent of your flower on your hand, little one. I know you were touching something you weren’t supposed to.”
“Oh, Papa! I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad. I-I didn’t mean to. It just happened. I was so achy and unsettled, and I thought you wouldn’t find out.”
“Ah, but I did find out. And I also found out you will think nothingof lying to me.”
Her face crumples and a sheen of tears form in her expressive blue eyes. “Please, I will do better. I promise. I’m so sorry I lied to you, Papa, but I didn’t want you to know what I did. I want to be good. I-I don’t want you to get rid of me!” She then bursts into tears, her wails so desolate that my heart aches for her.
“Shh, little one. Come here.” I gather herin my arms and rock her back and forth, trying to calm her down and figure out why she would think I would get rid of her so soon. She disobeyed me, but once her punishment is over and her penance paid, we will both feel better for it. “Faith, I won’t get rid of you just because you were naughty. What could ever make you think such a thing?”
She sniffles, and I reach in my pocket for ahandkerchief. I press the cloth to her face, drying her tears and wiping her nose. She blinks hard and I can tell she’s putting considerable effort into calming herself. After a few deep breaths, her tears cease falling and she looks a bit more settled.
“Go on, Faith. Tell me.” I sense she’s holding in some terrible secret.
“After my mother died, I went to live with my aunt and uncle.I was bad, so they got rid of me not long after I went to stay with them. They dropped me off at the orphanage, and I’ve been there ever since. If I’m bad, you’ll want to get rid of me too. Why would you want a bad little girl, or a bad wife? I shouldn’t have touched myself. I was so stupid to think you wouldn’t find out, and I am so ashamed that I betrayed your trust, after all the kindnessyou’ve shown me.”
“Faith, look at me.” I wait until she withdraws partly from my embrace to stare into my eyes. “I amnotgetting rid of you. You are still my little girl, and tomorrow, you will become my wife. As your papa, it is my job to teach you and guide you, and when you err, it’s also my job to correct you. Broken rules have consequences, and when you break a rule, you will be punished.But when I chastise you, it is not to be cruel, but rather to help teach you what’s right and wrong. A good papa would never, ever get rid of his little girl, Faith. A good papa helps his little girl be the best little girl she can possibly be, and that’s exactly what I intend to do with you.”
“Do you truly promise that you won’t get rid of me because I’m bad? Wh-what about the end of ourthirty days…what if—”
“I promise, Faith. I swear it with all my heart. As for the thirty-day trial marriage, that will have more to do with whether or not we are compatible with one another, however, I very much doubt that will be a problem.” I tuck her hair behind her ears and press a kiss to her forehead. I haven’t had her for a full day yet, but I can’t imagine letting her go at theend of our trial period.
God, why did come up with that idea? I don’t want her to have the option to leave, but at the same time I’d be a complete bastard for forcing her to stay with me, if she eventually realizes she’s made a mistake.
Holding her closer, I stroke her back.
“You’re mine, little girl. I’ve got you. You’re mine.”
Faith
My heart soars,knowing that Papa won’t discard me for breaking his rules. At the same time, my tummy flips because I’m in big, big trouble.
I touched myself.
Without permission.
After Papa threatened to spank my bare bottom if I ever did such a naughty thing again.
