Page 17 of Papa's Little Bride
Another kiss tomy forehead, then he finally departs the room. Once the door clicks shut, I wait a few seconds before opening my eyes to verify he’s really gone. A glance at the bedside table shows he’s left the book there, and I marvel at the colorful cover, so unlike the books we occasionally get at the orphanage, which are usually in such poor condition that the covers have long faded or been torn off.
Sighing with contentment, I scoot up and lean against the pillows piled behind me, feeling like a princess myself in this amazing bedroom. It’s as if I’ve fallen into my very own fairytale.
I start to reach between my thighs, but pause almost immediately.
Papa wouldn’t like me touching myself. Not one bit.
But would he find out? Gnawing on my bottom lip, I glance at thedoor.
The pulsing in my cunny deepens the more I try to will it away.
I can’t stop thinking about how nice it was to have Papa’s hands on me while he bathed me, or how wondrous it felt when he stroked my privates. I’d soared to the stars in a matter of moments, and then the aching need departed, pulsing away, and I felt so much better.
No, no, no. Don’t be naughty, a littlevoice of conscience whispers.
I curl my hands into fists and try to obey my papa, but it isn’t long before my will falters, and I once again reach between my thighs.
This time, I don’t stop.
