by Sue Lyndon
She lifted her hips and spread her legs wider, inviting his entrance. A shiver went down her spine. I don’t think I will manage to be very gentle. Yet she wanted him inside her, craved the rough pounding he had promised her.
He pushed the tip of his hardened shaft into her kitty and gripped her hips.
“You’re mine, Hyacinth. Mine.”
Then he shoved into her, pushing all the way into her quim with one brutal thrust that had her gasping for air and clutching the covers. At once, he set a fast pace of pounding into her. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled his bedchamber. True to his word, he wasn’t gentle. But she didn't want gentle. She wanted the fullness of his passion, wild and abandoned. The poet and the beast.
Time lost all meaning as he joined with her, and the fullness of the plug in her bottom made her extra aware of his large size. He reached underneath her and caressed her clitty, and she cried out as a rapid climax swept over her, leaving her breathless and drained of all energy while he continued driving into her. At last, she felt his movements increase and he gave a deep growl in his throat. His seed filled her in rapid, violent bursts of heat.
She couldn’t move. Her body had turned to liquid.
But Papa took care of her.
He gently withdrew from her cunny, then pulled the plug from her bottom. He swept her up in his arms and settled on the bed, moving back against the pillows as he held her tight. She laced her arms around his neck, lightheaded from the euphoria of her recent release, and overcome by the affection for her papa that tightened in her chest.
The rift had been sealed. Truly, it had. There was no despair left between them, not even the smallest twinge of an aching heart.
He stroked her hair from her face and smiled down at her. His love washed over her, a multitude of warmth and tenderness.
“Cynny,” Papa said. “My sweet Cynny.”
She nestled her face to his chest and listened to his heart beating as she felt hers thumping in her own chest. Just as she suspected, their hearts were indeed beating in tune.
Together as one.
Epilogue
Cynny gazed out her bedchamber window, watching the lane in front of Grayson House for signs of a carriage. She was practically bursting with excitement, so much that she’d hardly managed a bite during breakfast. Cammie, along with Lady Tiffin and Lady Harding, were all coming for a visit this afternoon. To Cynny’s delight, Lady Tiffin and Lady Harding, who had both invited her to call them by their given names—Alice and Gertrude—during their first luncheon at Grayson House over a month ago, had welcomed both her and Cammie into society with open arms. Cynny was grateful the wives of her husband’s friends were kind and not as prone to gossip as most of the women in the ton, and she couldn’t wait for their arrival.
Footsteps sounded behind her, and Cynny turned as her papa entered her room. He wore a mischievous expression and his hands were behind his back, as if he were hiding something from her. Her interest piqued, she tried to peer around him to see what he was holding, but he kept turning and preventing her from glimpsing whatever it was he held in his hands. Clearly, he derived far too much enjoyment in tormenting her.
“Papa,” she said in a faux scolding tone, “we mustn’t keep secrets from one another. It’s against the rules. If you persist in your mischievous ways, I will insist you go to the library and sit on the naughty chair.” She put her hands on her hips, trying to look imposing.
He rose an eyebrow at her and suddenly appeared stern, but in a playful manner. Though she knew she wasn’t in any sort of trouble—she had been on her best behavior since the horrid incident with his pocket watch—a heated quiver danced across her bottom cheeks.
“You look beautiful today, Cynny,” he said, his expression relaxing. “You look as if you are glowing, in fact.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek, and as he did so, he placed a small beribboned package in her hands.
“What’s this, Papa?”
“It’s a present for you, my darling little girl. Go ahead. Open it.”
She giggled with delight and unfastened the ribbons, then pried open the delicate paper that covered a small wooden box. She glanced up at Papa, meeting his eyes with a grin, before flipping the lid open to reveal a golden watch with a thick blue ribbon attached to it—a watch intended for a lady. Her heart swelled and tears sprang to her eyes. After all they’d been through—after her fearing he might find out the truth of her past and that she’d indeed stolen his pocket watch—for him to gift her with her very own watch was a most profound declaration of love and forgiveness.
“Oh, Papa. It’s so beautiful.” She clasped it and gently turned it over in her hands, noticing an engraving on the back, which she began to read aloud in a choked whisper. “H. I will love you for all time. P.”
“P is for Papa,” he said. He took the watch from her and fastened the clip attached to the ribbon to her dress. “Now you have your very own watch and hopefully you won’t be tempted to join any street gangs or put your hands into anyone’s pockets ever again,” he said with a soft laugh that warmed her heart further.
“Thank you, Papa. I love it. And I love you.” She rose on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. Then her tears began to fall more rapidly, she was so overcome with emotion by his gesture that she was practically sobbing with joy.
He withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped at her tears, just as the familiar sounds of a carriage arriving drifted in the open window.
She smiled at her papa and tried to stop crying, but it was no use. She was deeply touched by his gesture and so very, very happy, that she gave into a fresh wave of sobs while Papa held her and continued pressing the handkerchief to her cheeks and her nose.
“Had I known I would make you cry, Cynny, I would have given you the gift after your friends departed. I confess once the jeweler had it finished, I could not wait to give it to you. I love you, little girl, and I want you to know that I have forgiven you a thousand times over for…what happened.”
What happened. The day she’d thought their marriage was over. The day she’d thought Papa might return her to Talcott House in shame. But it hadn’t been the end of their marriage, and he hadn’t gotten rid of her. Not even close. He’d been displeased with her—quite furious, in fact—but he’d punished her and then he’d forgiven her. His disappointment had wounded her the most, but it had been short-lived, and she was thankful that dark time in their marriage had come to pass and they’d emerged stronger than ever.
“Thank you, Papa. Not just for the watch, but for everything. Thank you for being my papa.” She sighed against his chest, her tears finally starting to ebb.
“I’ll be your papa and love you for all time.” He stroked her hair and hugged her tighter.
More sounds came from the drive—a second carriage arriving, followed by a third. Excited chatter soon drifted up through the window.
“Oh dear, my friends are all here,” Cynny said with a brief laugh as she sniffled and attempted to make herself look presentable. “I always look a mess when I cry. My eyes will be red for at least an hour. What shall I tell my friends?”
Papa waggled his eyebrows at her and leaned forward with a conspiratorial look. “Tell them you were a naughty little girl this morning. Tell them your papa caught you touching your kitty without permission and that you were soundly spanked for it.” He reached around her, giving her bottom a firm squeeze. “Then you can squirm around on the couch whilst sipping your tea and eating your sweetcakes, grimacing every couple of minutes because your behind is exceedingly sore from the long disciplinary session spent over your husband’s knee.”
She studied him for a moment, tapping her chin. “No Papa, that story will never do.”
“And why not?”
“Because whenever I touch myself, I’m smart enough not to get caught.”
“Naughty little girl,” he growled against her ear. “We will finish this discussion later.”
She peered at h
im from under her lashes, giving him a coy grin. “I look forward to it, Papa. We always have the best discussions.”
~THE END~
Also available:
Papa’s Rules (Little Ladies of Talcott House, Book 1)
Every girl needs a papa.
Orphaned and living on the streets of London, life held little hope for Cammie. That is, until Miss Wickersham took her to Talcott House, where the unfortunate are given everything they need...and then some...to become proper little ladies for the papas selected for them by Miss Wickersham.
Ever since her arrival at Talcott House, Cammie has dreamed of the day she would belong to a papa of her very own. A husband to love and protect her for the rest of her days.
Lord Alexander Cavendish has longed for a little girl to spoil and cherish. When Miss Wickersham introduces him to nineteen-year-old Cammie, it's love at first sight. However, he is not one to spare the rod and when Cammie disobeys, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and impose proper punishment.
In Papa's arms...and bed...Cammie finally experiences the love and safety she has craved. And when Papa takes his bride over his knee for well-deserved discipline, Cammie's body responds in a most unladylike manner.
Despite his words of devotion, Cammie wonders if a high-born man such as Lord Cavendish can truly be happy with a girl from the streets.
In order to secure his love, she is determined to follow Papa's Rules.
Publisher's Note: Papa's Rules is a historical age play romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, and other delightful naughtiness. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
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About the authors
SUE LYNDON
USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy D/s romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. But no matter the genre, her heroes are always HOT dominant alpha males. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she’s not busy working on her next book, you’ll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.
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Kenan’s Mate (Kleaxian Warriors, Book 1)
Tavarr’s Mate (Kleaxian Warriors, Book 2)
The Seal’s Captive Bride
Taken by the Admiral
Punished by the Admiral
Claiming His Human Wife
Owning His Bride
His by Law (Dark Embrace, Book 1)
Saving His Runaway Bride (Dark Embrace, Book 2)
Claiming Their Maiden (Barbarian Mates, Book 1)
Claiming Their Princess (Barbarian Mates, Book 2)
Claiming Their Slave (Barbarian Mates, Book 3)
Big Blue Valentine
Taming Princess Anna
Surrender (Alien Warriors, Book 1)
Commander’s Slave (Alien Warriors, Book 2)
Daman’s Ward (Jackson Settlement, Book 1)
Shana’s Guardian (Jackson Settlement, Book 2)
Rules of War (Rules of War, Book 1)
Rules of Command (Rules of War, Book 2)
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Sold into Marriage
His Sweet Amber
Conquering Lady Claire
His to Educate
Marriage of Convenience
A Firm Husband (Wyoming Heat, Book 1)
A Strict Husband (Wyoming Heat, Book 2)
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Black Light: Roulette Redux
Punished by the Cowboy
His Loving Guidance
Her Old-Fashioned Doctor
His Naughty Valentine
Confessions of a Spanking Author
Maid to Submit
Marry me in Montana
Mine by Christmas
Report for Punishment
It Takes a Dom
Breaking His Rules
Christmas with the Professor
Snowed in with Santa
Tessa’s Submission
Valentine Submission
Dark Without You
Mountain Devil
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A Daddy for Christmas
The Girl, the Doctor, and the Texas Ranger
Becoming Little Lexie
His Naughty Little Mate
Hanna’s Awakening
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Step Alien (Reestrian Mates, Book 1)
Sweet Alien (Reestrian Mates, Book 2)
Double Alien (Reestrian Mates, Book 3)
Boss Alien (Reestrian Mates, Book 4)
Savage Alien (Reestrian Mates, Book 5)
Reestrian Mates: The Complete Series
Alien’s Innocent Bride (Mail Order Human, Book 1)
Alien’s Princess Bride (Mail Order Human, Book 2)
Alien’s Reluctant Bride (Mail Order Human, Book 3)
Alien’s Orphan Bride (Mail Order Human, Book 4)
Alien’s Beloved Bride (Mail Order Human, Book 5)
Mail Order Human: The Complete Series
CELESTE JONES
USA Today bestselling author Celeste Jones is known for writing highly entertaining erotic romance featuring headstrong heroines and stern yet loving heroes who aren’t afraid to take a naughty woman over their knees. When she’s not writing, she enjoys travel, reading and dancing like no one is watching.
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His Tempestuous Bride (Regency Matchmaker, Book 1)
His Mischievous Bride (Regency Matchmaker, Book 2)
Lady Katherine’s Comeuppance (Lady Katherine’s Comeuppance, Book 1)
Lady Katherine’s Conundrum (Lady Katherine’s Comeuppance, Book 2)
Corrected by the Colonel
Maid for a Lord
Willful Miss Winchester
Becoming Lady Amherst
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Laying Down the Law
An Old-Fashioned Man
Back to Her Future
Lolly and the Professor
Her Birthday Spanking