by Allison West
Her papa returned a few minutes later and left the door open as the maid carried buckets of steaming water to pour into the bath.
"Why are you not out of your gown?" he asked.
Gia reached around, showing her papa that she could not loosen the ties properly. "I need help with the laces."
"Right." He nodded, gesturing for her to come over to him.
She stepped closer and turned her back, letting him untie the dress before she lifted her arms as he guided the gown from her small frame. "Thank you, Papa."
He smiled, his eyes sparkling in the lamplight. "I will also remove your bottom plug. It would be best if you placed your arms on the tub and bent forward, with your legs stretched wide." He took her hand and led her to the tub.
Her stomach was a flurry of butterflies once again. "All right." She knew the implement would have to come out eventually. Would it hurt, as it had when it had first been pushed past her pink pucker? When the nanny had inserted it earlier, Giana had instantly realized it was a larger size than the one before. The pain had eventually ceased, and instead it made her feel full and warm, a constant reminder of her papa.
Papa's hands grazed her lower back and down across her cheeks before guiding her legs even further apart. "Good girl. I just want you to breathe and relax. It may feel a little awkward."
The entire situation, with him staring at her bottom and touching her intimately, felt strange. Why would she expect anything different when it involved her papa?
He gently guided the plug, tugging the handle as the shaft withdrew from her.
She moaned at the movement and the intimacy, imagining it was his cock inside her there. Oh, the sinful thoughts that filled her mind! The disgrace for such an act, should anyone discover what she had been involved in doing!
"That is my good little Gia. You should get into the tub." The maid had been filling it slowly, one bucket at a time. It was not nearly full enough for her to have a proper bath, yet.
Was he in a rush to get her tucked into bed? As a nanny, she had always waited until the tub was filled, but she did not think it appropriate to correct her papa. He bent down to feel the temperature of the water before helping her into the porcelain bath.
The water level was above her legs but did not cover her entire stomach. Perhaps, if a small child had been bathing, the amount would have been appropriate, but as a grown woman, she desired more water.
Papa grabbed a small cloth and wet it, finding the bar of soap nearby, lathering it onto the cotton. He took it upon himself to bathe her. Unlike when she had been a nanny and squeamish about touching her charge, Papa appeared to have no trouble washing her.
The wet soapy cloth, guided by his hand, moved down her neck and across each breast, paying careful attention to her nipples as he ran the rag in circles before dipping lower, over and across her stomach. His eyes stayed on her face most of the time. Was he watching her expression, or trying not to stare at her? Did he not enjoy what he saw?
"Spread your legs, love," he whispered, before moving the washcloth down between her silky folds, rubbing and caressing the soft, sensitive skin of her quim.
She rocked her hips against his hand, wanting and needing to feel that rush of euphoria again. What had he done to her to make her think solely of the intimacy they shared? Did every young woman experience that same feeling after being cared for and loved? Though it should have seemed sudden, for she had just met him, for Gia, it had been a lifetime of waiting for the happiness he brought her.
"I want you," she said as his finger gently grazed her pussy folds and cleaned every bit of her skin, seen and unseen.
"You will have me tonight, after your bath." He smiled and moved the washcloth lower, scrubbing gently at the skin on her thighs and then her legs. He reapplied more soap to the rag before working across her back and down to her bottom, applying the same pressure as he had to her cunny. Grateful the plug had been removed, she could feel her rosebud was extra sensitive from all the recent attention. She squirmed under his ministrations with the wet cloth, and after a minute of unbearable rough attention, he withdrew the rag. "Let me wash your hair." He guided her under the surface of the water as the maid finished emptying the last bucket into the tub.
Gia did not remark upon the fact that she was almost done with her bath and that there was only now a proper amount of water in it. Instead, she leaned back and let the warm liquid rush over her head, closing her eyes and mouth as she did so. She held her breath for a moment before breaking the seal and coming back up.
Theo's hands were filled with suds, and as he rubbed his palms together with the soap and worked the lather into her long, dark hair, she relaxed under his touch. It was nice to be cared for, loved, and to have someone else do for her what she had done for the littles. "Thank you," she said, truly appreciating all he had done for her and would likely do in the future. The doubts she had once had seemed to be lessening the more time she spent in his care.
"Do not thank me yet. I have yet to rinse the suds and do not want to get any soap in your eyes. A challenge indeed," he said and she could almost hear his smile even with her eyes squeezed tightly closed.
She dipped back under the water and could feel his fingers trailing through her hair, pushing the soap bubbles out and away as she lifted her head, the water dripping down her body. Although his decision to have her get in before the maid had finished filling the bath was unorthodox, the water had not chilled and was most comfortable. She had finished her bath but did not wish to get out of the tub just yet.
Papa retrieved a towel and held it out, his arms wide for her to climb into his embrace. "You are done, Gia."
She shook her head, her hands skimming through the water as she lay submerged almost up to her breasts. Gia sank down a little further to retain every ounce of warmth. The air felt cold and chilly, and she did not want to experience it any sooner than absolutely necessary.
"I do not wish to be done," she whined. "The water is perfect. Feel it."
"I did, while bathing you. Come on out. It is time to get you ready for bed. Do you remember that special treat we talked about earlier?"
Gia did remember his mentioning a special present, but choosing between that and the warm water, was tough. Would her nanny give her extra time to play in the tub, or would she be just as quick to get her washed and done as her papa?
"Papa, when I graduate from Ashby, will there be a nanny living with us?" She was curious to know whether this would be her life forever or just for the next few years. Either way, she would be pleased with the response, but she was curious all the same.
"That is something that will be discussed later, when the time has come for your graduation. You have quite some time left here, my little Gia. A few years, if I am not mistaken."
"Yes, although I do like to think ahead." She could not help herself, even if she had wanted to.
"Another reason why you should remain at the chateau for a little while. What becomes of your life when we are wed is for me to decide. Until that day comes, you must trust that Nanny Vivian, Headmaster Philip, and I will take good care of you." He leaned down toward the tub and grabbed Gia by the arm. "Bath time is over. If I have to tell you again, your bottom will receive a firm reminder that will stick with you until morning."
She refrained from grumbling as she stood, the water dripping down her torso. Her nipples instantly hardened from the icy blast of cool air in the room.
Papa wrapped the towel around her frame and helped her out, drying her off, rubbing the linen over every inch of her wet skin. He led her back into the nursery room and opened the dresser, retrieving a lavender nightgown. "This will look very pretty on you, Gia."
She let the towel fall around her feet, and Papa guided her arms and then her head into the gown before letting the thin sheer material cascade down her curves, to hang just above the knee. It was short, and she could have sworn he could see her rosy nipples through the fabric.
"It is time for yo
ur special treat," Papa said.
Her heart raced and she nervously chewed her lip. What would her papa have got for her that she would like? Her hands twitched as she sat perched on the edge of the bed in wonder, her brown eyes wide and full of excitement.
Chapter 15
Theo struggled to contain his jubilation at the prospect of the special treat he had planned for her. He had been generous this afternoon, caring for his little Gia, letting her find his touch satisfying as he had brought her over the edge.
Now it was his turn to feel her tongue on his cock. Would she willingly accept his gift, or shy away from such an act? If she was nervous, he would find it necessary to convince her that it would do nothing to sully her reputation.
"I want you to relax, little Gia," he said, approaching her at the edge of the mattress. His hands trapped her on both sides and he leaned in, finding her lips, taking the taste he had desired for hours. His breath mixed with hers and his tongue gently caressed her lips as her mouth gradually opened to accept his entrance. He guided his hands through her hair and down her back, stirring her need.
Between kisses, his hands moved toward his trousers, loosening the material and stepping out from the confines of the restricting cloth as he continued to kiss his little one. She was beautiful, her cheeks red and her brown eyes dark from the heat shared between them.
"I am very much relaxed," Gia said, smiling as her eyes moved down toward his undergarments.
He pulled down the cotton material that had been constricting him all day, his erection springing free as he reached for her hand and guided her palm around his member. Theo wanted more than just her touch on his cock, but he had to start small and slow. Before the night was over, he would have her lips locked around his pulsating shaft.
Her touch felt soft, tentative, as she stroked his length, following his lead as he guided her hand from base to tip, showing her what he liked and what he wanted.
"How does it feel?" she asked.
"Good," Theo said. It took every ounce of strength to speak through gritted teeth as his heart sped up with her touch. He shifted with her on the mattress, falling back onto the bed, his head on the pillows as he ran a finger under her jaw. "Taste me."
Slowly she removed her hand, and he guided her head down to his stiffening member. Her breath lingered for a long moment, tickling his skin.
"Use your tongue and your mouth. Just not your teeth," he said, instructing her on how to satisfy him.
Her mouth fell upon him, placing small, soft kisses up and down the length of his shaft.
He felt for her other hand, guiding it down to his balls, wanting her touch on every bit of him at once. The feeling, though overwhelming, was amazing.
Gia's kisses moved from the head to the base, and slowly she gave him one long swipe with her tongue, before moving it in a swirling motion over the head and down the vein of his cock.
Theo pulsed under her breath and touch.
"Take me in your mouth, down your throat." He did not know whether she could take all of him or if it would be gradual, as he stretched and taught her throat muscles to relax.
Her mouth moved over the head, kissing and sucking, thrusting slowly.
How long could he last? Her touch, the heat of her breath, her mouth—it was all too perfect. Not wishing to disappoint her, he could feel the moment drawing closer. His hands tangled in her dark curls as his hips moved with her mouth, moving deeper into the back of her throat as he felt his insides pulse and swell, growing nearer, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
His heart slammed wildly in his chest, speeding up, unwilling to slow as he felt her take him further down her throat. His hips thrust quicker, needing the sweet release as he spilled himself down the back of her throat, pulsating and coming as he finally let go.
Gasping for air, he withdrew, rolling onto his back, breathing hard as he stared up at the ceiling. He needed to move, to tuck his little Gia into bed and then retreat from her room and go home. He did not budge from his position on the mattress. The bed was too warm and inviting, especially with his little one beside him.
"Did I do that right?" she asked, her voice timid and uncertain. Her hands played with the quilt as Theo gradually sat up, his heart having calmed down after several minutes.
"You did amazingly well, little Gia. You are a natural," he whispered, leaning in and capturing her lips as his hand held her jaw to him. His heart beat rapidly with the kiss, his mind soaring with all the possibilities and moments yet to come. When had it happened? He felt it, the feeling of love as he stared into her beautiful brown gaze and guided his little one onto her back. "Now it is bedtime. Climb under the covers." He waited until she had done as she was told and then pulled the blankets up around her.
"Will you read to me before bed?" she asked, her eyes heavy.
"It is late, love. I will read to you again soon, I promise." He climbed from the bed and retrieved his clothes, getting dressed before he turned down the lantern and quietly walked toward her bed, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "Goodnight, my little Gia." Theo retreated from the nursery, bringing his coat and hat, preparing to head out into the cold on his way home.
"Mr. Elliott, I was just coming to find you," Headmaster Philip said. He was holding an envelope.
It took a moment for Theo to respond, his mind was still caught up in the thought of his little Gia's mouth wrapped around his cock as she had swallowed him. The room felt warm and he held his coat, opting to wait to put it and his hat back on. "Yes, Headmaster? What can I do for you?"
"I know you are a new papa, so you might not be aware of the party we have every year, where our new littles and graduated littles come together to mingle. Papas are welcome to attend, indeed it is encouraged, so that if you have any questions, you might find the answers from other gentlemen who have raised and married a little. I will be attending this prestigious event with my little Etta. It is by invitation only. Papas who have graduated are also given an additional invitation for any prospective candidates, so that they might experience the world of Ashby, while also giving our little ones who have not yet been claimed by a papa, a chance for an introduction. The party is on Saturday. I know it is quite soon and you may already have plans, but I can assure you that it is not to be missed."
"Where is the engagement being held?" Theo asked. He could not imagine the girls running around the playroom with such a crowd.
"Around the back of Ashby is a separate entrance for our ballroom. It is most elegant. Your little, should you desire to come, will be waiting for you at the party. The nannies will take all their charges down at five o'clock sharp."
Theo had not made any plans for that upcoming Saturday. "I will be there," he said with a nod. There was no chance he would miss the opportunity to meet the other littles who had graduated, as well as their papas. It was not that he had many questions, but he was curious about how well the littles integrated back into their lives when they returned married, and in a new home.
"Good," Philip said and smiled. "Were you just heading out?"
"Yes." Theo slid his coat on, one arm at a time, before placing his hat back atop his head. He fastened the buttons on his jacket in an attempt to keep warm when he stepped outside. "I do not know whether I will be back before Saturday. I have rather pressing work to do, and getting time off is quite difficult."
"Of course. It is quite common for visits to occur on weekends. Your little Gia will be in good hands."
"Thank you." Theo felt terrible that he had not given Gia a proper goodbye, or let her know that he would be gone for several days without a word between them. He trusted her into the care of Nanny Vivian, and Gia would have to get used to the fact that he must spend some time away for work. It was not often that he traveled but when he did, it was for a few nights at a time.
Theo headed down the steps and across the ground floor before stepping out into the cold. The air felt frigid, more so than it had when he and his little Gia had taken a walk tog
ether earlier out in the gardens. Now it felt like a distant memory, as if it had happened long ago. So much had transpired between them in such a short time. He felt she had enjoyed herself, and would be happy to see him again.
With the letter in hand, he walked up to his coachman, who had been kind enough to return at the appropriate hour. "Please take me home."
"Of course, sir." The coachman opened the carriage door, waiting for Theo to step inside before shutting it behind him.
Theo kept the curtains closed to keep the cool winter air from seeping inside the carriage. Bundled up in his winter clothes, he kept glancing at the sealed invitation. He had not had time to inform his little Gia that he would be attending with her. When she heard about the party, would headmaster Philip inform her of Theo's planned attendance? Theo did not want to make her sick with worry all week, but getting word to her could prove difficult, with Nanny Vivian being the one most likely to receive the message.
He was unsure whether Gia's nanny liked him. They had not had any disagreements per se, but he had relieved her of her duties with Gia, for that evening, at least. Would that prove troublesome later on, specifically if he intended to send her a message? Perhaps it was best to let things settle down for a few days. Theo had work that required his attention, and though he had every intention of attending the event on Saturday, it would be far worse to get her hopes up if he did find it necessary to cancel at the last minute. Perhaps the surprise of his appearance would be best. She would be delighted to see him, and there would be no regrets if he could not come. Besides, it would be good to teach the young lady patience.
Chapter 16
Several days had passed without any sign of her papa. Nanny Vivian had insisted that he would return, that all papas had to work to earn a living, and that when he could steal a moment from his busy life, he would be there to spend it with her.
Gia felt anxious and restless without his comfort or warm embrace to settle her ailing nerves. Had she found a way to upset him and scare him away from returning? Perhaps she had not pleased him as she was expected to that night when she had put her mouth upon his cock. It had seemed as though he had enjoyed it, but how could she ever truly know?