by Lucy Wild
He realised he was nervous. He was so used to predicting how his students would behave in any given situation and now for the very first time, he had absolutely no idea what was going to happen.
Chapter 19
Rose looked at the two dresses laid out across her bed. One was a stunning gown; he must have bought it especially. It would look perfect at a ball; she would have the men eating out of her hands. Beside it was a short frock in light pink. She looked back and forth between them, trying to decide what she wanted. Did she want to please her parents or her Papa? It was a choice that hurt her head the longer she thought about it. She stood immobile for minutes on end, moving her eyes from one dress to the other. Back and forth. Again and again.
She had spent the day trying to decide and was still no closer by the time Mama arrived in her room and told her that Papa was waiting for her in the dining room. She wondered if her parents would be waiting there too. Did she dare wear the little frock in front of them? What would they say? Had he told them of the choice he had offered her? Were they waiting same as him to see which life she chose to live?
“Are you not dressed yet?” Mama asked, seeing her pacing back and forth on the rug. “You will be late.”
“I don’t know which dress to choose.”
“Go with your heart,” Mama said, kissing her forehead. “Always go with your heart. Grown up or little, you can always do far worse than following your heart.”
Rose waited until she left before picking up her chosen outfit and changing into it. She walked swiftly downstairs, trying to keep her hands from trembling. All the way to the dining room, she wondered if she should go back and change. Finally, it was too late, she was there. Pushing open the door, she walked in, not sure what the reaction would be.
“Good evening,” Papa said, nodding towards her. “How are you, little Rose?”
Rose looked down at the frock, taking the hem in her fingers and playing with it whilst shuffling on the spot. “Want to sit on your lap,” she muttered.
“Speak up, little Rose, I cannot hear you.”
“I want to sit on your lap, Papa.”
“Sit and eat first. Your dinner grows cold.”
“Don’t want to.”
“What did you say?”
“Don’t want to sit and eat, want to sit on your lap.”
Titus scraped back his chair, walking slowly round the table towards her. “If you don’t sit down, you will be punished.”
“Don’t care.”
“Oh, don’t you?”
His hands fell onto her shoulders and she gasped at his strength. He shoved her towards the table, bending her over it and yanking up the back of her frock. “No nappy, no knickers,” he snapped. “You are a naughty little Rose, aren’t you?”
As he began to spank her, she sighed with happiness, becoming increasingly certain she had made the right decision. Each touch of his hand told her that he loved her. There was a tenderness to each smack, the way his fingers lingered on her behind, stroking it softly as it reddened and burned with heat, it could not be pretend. She grinned as he continued to spank her. “You find this funny?” he snapped.
“No, Papa.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
“Because I am falling for you.”
His hand froze in place on her behind. “You are?”
“I am.”
“Eat your dinner.”
“Must I?”
“I do not want you complaining of hunger later tonight. I have much planned for you.”
She sat and ate, staring at him across the table as she did so. After two full days of nothing but bottled milk, she had forgotten how good solid food could taste. It tasted rich, almost too rich. By the time she was done, Titus had already lit up a cigar, puffing away at it whilst she dabbed at her lips with a napkin.
“Walk with me,” Titus said, leaving his cigar behind to take her by the hand. Together they strolled through the house, Rose happier than she had ever felt before, holding the hand of her Papa. “You have done well these last few days,” he said after a lengthy silence. “I am most impressed by your behaviour.”
“Thank you, Papa.”
“And I am very glad you chose to be little this evening.”
“Me too,” Rose said, squeezing his hand.
They had reached the bottom of the staircase and Rose’s heart soared as they began to ascend. Was this it? Was he to take her? She wanted to ask him but dared not, thinking she might scare him away if she did so, break the spell of this perfect moment. When they reached her bedroom, he walked straight past, taking her instead into his room. “Come sit on my lap,” he said as he sank into the armchair by the fireplace.
Rose leapt up onto him, curling up as he picked up a book from beside the chair and began to read. As the story unfolded in her head, she put her head on his chest, feeling his free hand moving gradually down to between her legs, seeking out her core. She moved her thighs apart just enough for him to softly stroke her folds whilst he finished the story. She sighed happily, listening to his heartbeat the entire time.
“Stand up,” he said at last, putting down the book.
Rose leapt to her feet, eager to please him.
“Take off the frock.”
She pulled the dress up and off her shoulders, standing naked before him a moment later. She watched as he pulled something out of his pocket. She realised it was a blindfold when he wrapped it around her face, covering her eyes. She heard the rustling of clothing, her mind fervently wishing it was the sound of Papa stripping out of his clothes.
She jumped when his hands touched her breasts a moment later. As he circled her nipples, his face pressed to her neck, kissing her softly. “Don’t move,” he muttered, his lips moving up to her ear, nuzzling the lobe whilst she did her best to keep her breathing under control.
Chapter 20
She could see nothing but darkness, her other senses heightened enough to make her tingle all over as his lips moved down to her nipples, taking one then the other into his mouth, licking and sucking on them whilst his hands slid all over her body. He kissed his way lower, making her gasp loudly when he flicked over her clit just once before moving to her thighs. She let him nudge her towards the bed, tripping over it with him falling onto her a second later. He almost crushed her and as he fell onto her body, she realised he was naked, she had not imagined it. He was actually naked on top of her.
The burning heat of his member pressed into her thigh as he kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth, making her certain she had died and gone to heaven, it felt just too perfect for this world, a kiss that she would never forget. She ached with need for him as he moved up her body, suddenly shoving his member into her mouth, making her gag on his length whilst wetness began to coat her thighs with her desire growing ever stronger.
He groaned above her as she sucked and licked his length, making her wonder if he might come in her mouth again, coat her tongue with that salty warmth once more. But he didn’t do that, instead he slid from her lips, moving down her body and then the tip of him was against the entrance to her. “Do you want this?” he asked, stroking the head of his member up and down her soft folds.
“I do,” she nodded. “Please give it to me.”
“Do you want it inside you?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Beg me.”
“Please, Papa, please give it to me. I need it inside me. Please, I beg you.”
She clawed at his buttocks, pushing her hips up towards him as the bulbous head nudged into her. She let out a single cry as she widened to allow him inside and then a second later he was all the way in her. His size made her wince, a sense of fullness that she had never thought possible. When he withdrew a moment later, she felt utterly bereft but then in an instant he was all the way inside again.
His lips brushed over hers and then his tongue was in her mouth as he began to thrust, rolling sideways to draw her onto him. She sat up without thinking
about it, beginning to ride him, lifting and lowering her hips onto his shaft until he impaled her with his rampant need. She ground down on him as his hand went to her clit, stroking it in circles whilst she continued to cry out above him.
She felt a climax approaching but just as it was about to hit, he grabbed her and lifted her off him. She growled with frustration as he kissed her breasts hungrily. “Onto all fours,” he said. “Head down.”
She did as he asked, feeling herself on display for him as he knelt behind her. The blindfold slid from her eyes as she pressed herself into the pillow and she couldn’t resist looking behind her, seeing him thrust slowly and firmly into her, making her groan with pleasure. “That feels so good,” she muttered. “Give it to me, please. Give me it all. I need it all the way in me.”
Titus began to thrust into her, his fingers stroking around her buttocks, finding her other hole and dipping into it whilst moving ever faster and deeper into her core. She screamed into the pillow as the sense of fullness took over her entire soul, making her thwarted climax return with new found intensity. It hit a second later and she almost passed out from the strength of it. She was still recovering when a second wave of bliss hit her, washing over her and making her cry out the rudest imprecations for Titus to continue, to give her more, harder, faster, anything to keep the feeling going for a few more seconds.
He did as she begged, moving faster and faster into her, giving her more orgasms than she could count. Time seemed to have no meaning anymore, the world melted. All that existed was her and him, bound together by love and lust. All she cared about was him coming in her, it was all she wanted, all she needed. Her latest orgasm was still washing over her when he finally muttered the words she had been longing to hear. “I’m going to come in you.”
“Do it,” she growled. “Give it to me. Come in me, fill me up, Papa. I want it inside me. I need it. Give it to me.”
Oh damn it, you are such a naughty little Rose,” he said, his breath becoming ragged as he suddenly plunged all the way into her, burying himself as far into her as he could, his member twitching in her core. She felt the hot wetness spurt out of it and fill her and she thought nothing could ever feel better. It was an incredible sensation, made all the more powerful by the knowledge that she had made him do that, her body had brought him to orgasm. Of all the women in the world, he had chosen her. He had come in her.
She was still smiling when he withdrew, his finger leaving her posterior aching with a dull pain as she rolled onto her side and he collapsed on the bed next to her. “That was the best I ever had,” he said quietly, kissing her cheek a moment later. “You are quite simply incredible.”
“As are you,” she replied, bringing her lips towards his. “I’m glad I chose the little frock.”
“Hmmm,” was all Titus could say in response, his eyes closing. She rolled onto her side, wrapping her arm over him, kissing his chest as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
“I love you, Papa,” she said under her breath.
“Did you say something?”
“Nothing important,” she replied, her mouth moving down to his member. She licked the last drops from him, tasting her own sweetness on his shaft. By the time she moved back up his body, his eyes were open again. “You are a good little Rose,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “In fact, you are a perfect little Rose.”
Chapter 21
Titus awoke the next morning in a fine mood. The sun was shining, birds sang outside his bedroom window, even his morning coffee tasted better than usual. He smiled to himself as he realised he had come to think of it as his usual when he had been in the Winter household just three days. It was the morning of his fourth day and he was excited to think of the remaining three.
He couldn’t stop thinking about Rose, the way she had smelt, the softness of her skin, the sounds she had made when he had entered her, how content she had looked afterwards, it all swirled around in his mind. He barely heard the front door opening, humming quietly to himself whilst waiting for Rose to join him for breakfast.
When a figure appeared in the doorway, he looked up expecting to find his little love, instead he was greeted by the sight of Mr. and Mrs. Winter, dressed ready to travel.
“Good morning,” Titus said. “Are you two heading out somewhere?”
“Good morning, Mr. Burlingham,” Mr. Winter replied. “We have only just got back.”
“From your evening out, you mean? I did not realise you were out all night.”
“Well, we met up with the Planchett family, do you know them at all? No? Well, they were out for dinner at the same time as us and we ended up spending the night at their house. I do hope Rose wasn’t too much trouble for you while we were gone.”
“No, no trouble at all.”
“Oh, good. Where is she? Not still in bed, I hope.”
The sound of light footsteps on the stairs reached Titus’s ears. A moment later, Rose appeared behind her parents, looking as radiant as ever in her pink frock. “Good morning, Mother,” she said, kissing Mrs. Winter on the cheek. “Good morning, Father.”
“Speak of the devil,” Mr. Winter said, taking a seat at the table and motioning for Rose to join them. “I have some good news.”
“You do?”
“The Planchetts have invited us to join them this evening at their house. They are holding a little gathering and we managed to secure an invite for you, Rose.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? Is that all you can say? Oh? Do you realise the importance of this invitation? The Planchetts are the most important family in the county.”
Rose sighed. “I am grateful, Father, truly I am. But I have been to some of your gatherings before. They are crushingly dull, all that talk of politics and racing tips. I get so bored.”
Rose’s mother put an arm on her daughter’s shoulder. “I don’t think you’ll be bored this time. I have it on good authority that there is a man there who wishes to meet you. We get the impression that he might propose if things go well. Isn’t that exciting?”
“What man?”
“Ah, that would spoil the surprise, wouldn’t it? You just make sure you wear something suitable for the occasion.”
Titus sat upright in his seat, coughing politely to gain their attention. “If I might butt in for a moment.”
“You have some concern?” Mr. Winter asked.
“I am in the midst of teaching your daughter the necessary skills for modern society. The task is not yet finished and I wonder if perhaps it might be better to wait until I am done before presenting her to others.”
“Nonsense. You are doing a fine job, that much is clear.”
“I thank you for that, but I would loathe leaving a job uncompleted.”
“Come with us then,” Rose said, speaking over her father. “That way you can supervise me.”
Titus saw the silent gesture in her eyes, even if her parents did not. “Very well,” he said, nodding towards her. “I believe that will be acceptable.”
“It seems I have lost control of my own daughter,” Mr. Winter said with a half smile. “Where the blazes are the staff? Do I have to go and cook breakfast myself?”
Titus spent the rest of the day worrying. If they wanted her to get married to this fellow, he’d have to work hard to prevent it. It was quite the upset to have the real world intrude on his plans and it jarred him. He was in a foul mood when they rode out to the Planchett house, scowling silently on the back of his horse, having rejected the offer of riding in the family carriage. “I prefer to ride,” he’d told Mr. Winter. The truth was he did not want to sit with them and hear how wonderful this marriage material might be. All he wanted was for the evening to be over, to have Rose back to himself again.
The Planchett house lay in its own grounds beyond the edge of town, surrounded by trees that made it seem as if they were riding to a fairy-tale house hidden in a forest. The effect was lessened by the number of carriages lining the drive. Titus handed his ho
rse over to groom waiting by the front door, before ascending the steps to find the Winters already on their way inside.
He followed them through a crowd of people milling around, jewellery sparkling in the candlelight, laughter and conversation filling the air, mingling with the music coming from further ahead. Around another corner, he found himself in a ballroom. Dancing couples spun about the floor, the fashion for group dancing seemingly forgotten. It was a waltz and Titus had no interest in taking anyone around the floor.
He would have been spoilt for choice if he was in a better mood. The cream of society was there, including several faces he recognised, previous students he had worked with were dotted about, no different to the others.
She was different though. Even watching Rose from across the room, she stood out by a mile, a shining light amongst the dullards that thronged the space around him. Who was that she was talking to? He recognised him despite the change of hairstyle.
A flare of jealously and anger rose up in Titus as he realised who she was talking to. It was Jonathan Carlisle, the man who had assaulted her in the park that night he had first met her. Not that he’d known who she was back then. That couldn’t be the man her parents wanted her to meet, could it?
It was, he realised a moment later. Mr. Winter was shaking Jonathan’s hand, leading him to a side door. What was happening? Rose was refusing to go, shaking her head and stamping her feet. Mrs. Winter was accosting her, Mr. Winter apologising to Jonathan. Rose was still refusing to move; people were starting to look in their direction. Mrs. Winter turned and headed towards him, crossing the dance floor in a few short seconds.
“Oh, Mr. Burlingham, will you please help us?”
“What is the matter? Is something amiss?”
“Rose will not sit with the man we wish her to meet. She is having an enormous tantrum and I don’t know what to do.”
“I suggest you let me take her home. I told you I did not think she was ready for this yet.”