by Alta Hensley
Papa stood, offering his hand to help her up, before guiding her from the table toward the bath. "Try not to allow yourself to think too much. Little ones enjoy the pleasure of bath time. They have no cares."
She nodded, pleased how easily he had fallen into the role of being her papa. Had he always desired such an act, or was it her submission that brought it out in him? Either way she did not care, pleased at the attention bestowed upon her.
"Turn around, let me undress you," he instructed.
She inhaled a sharp breath as his fingers caressed her neck, pushing her dark locks of hair to the side. His touch soothed her from the inside out, trailing ever so gently along her neck before he worked the ribbons loose and helped her out of the thick material.
With her back to him, she presumed he was staring at her body and her cheeks flushed, pleased he could not see the swell of her breasts or the rampant beating of her heart. "Come, let us check the temperature of your bath," Papa said as he bent down, his hand skimming the surface of the water. "You will be pleased." His fingers caressed her hips as he played with the waistband of her bloomers. "Do not be shy, little one. It is not the first time I will see every freckle on your body."
There was an air of smugness to his tone, as if he was pleased to be seeing her naked. Why would he not enjoy it? They were to be betrothed and she was his little one.
She did not wish to admit her stomach bubbled with nerves. Could he sense her hesitancy; her lack of desire to turn around and face him?
His wet fingers grazed the soft supple skin of her stomach, pushing her cotton bloomers past her hips and down over her round bottom. She sucked in a breath of air, giving a soft gasp as his warm touch caressed her bottom as he worked the material down to the floor. Had he intentionally grazed her skin or had it been merely an accident? Why did she care, when he would be scrubbing her down from head to toe?
"Into the tub." He took her hand, her back still to her papa, and she stepped into the porcelain washbasin, sinking into the warm bath.
"Do you think there might be room enough for two?" Papa mused, glancing at her naked form.
"I can make room," she offered as she brought her knees to her chest, hiding herself from him, while leaving ample room in the tub for him to sit across from her. The thought of seeing her papa naked excited her. She had not previously had the privilege from her position while he entered her bottom.
"Relax. I prefer to feel you in my arms if we bathe together." He bent down, his hand dipping below the surface of the water as he gently guided her legs to stretch out.
She exhaled a heavy breath, her head spinning and heart racing. Did he have any idea of the effect he had on her? Eliza could not control herself when she was around this man.
He grabbed two small linens and dropped the cloths in the tub before making sure the bar of soap was handy, placing it on the porcelain rim.
"Close your eyes," he said, laughing softly under his breath.
Was he teasing her? She chewed her bottom lip, a huge grin set upon her face as she turned to stare, watching as he undressed for her. She did not dare ask if he was really going to climb into the tub with her, it seemed certain with his lack of attire. What if Nanny Agnes came into the nursery looking for either one of them?
"Scoot forward," Papa said, removing the last of his garments, now wearing nothing but a matching smile on his face.
Eliza had never seen a naked man before. Her eyes trailed from his thick muscles and tanned chest down across his stomach to the small path of hair that led toward his cock. She had known what men sported but had never been close enough to see, let alone touch his member.
"Eliza," Papa said, pulling her from such intimate thoughts.
"Right, sorry." She was quick to apologize before scooting further up the tub, leaving him room to climb in behind her.
The water shifted around her, splashing her slightly as he slid in behind her form. His legs separated, his arms encircling her waist as he gently guided her to lie back against him.
"Is this proper?" Eliza asked. It did not feel as though the headmaster or her nanny would be pleased to see them in such a position.
"Hardly."
She could have sworn she could hear the grin on his face.
"Since when do you care about being proper?" Papa asked. "Everything about Ashby seems fitting for the two of us, but not what I would deem suitable in the eyes of others." His hands gently stroked her arms, caressing her soft skin as his touch grazed her stomach.
She leaned her head back against his chest, momentarily shutting her eyes as she basked in the warmth of the water and his strong embrace. "I do care about my reputation." It had been why they had had an argument earlier. Eliza had been afraid that he might ruin her reputation with an article in the newspaper.
"I know," he whispered, kissing her neck. "You will take my name when you graduate, and I have no intention of sullying it. Besides, no one is going to speak about what happens behind the closed doors of the chateau. Not even Philip himself will say a word if you misbehave, except perhaps to me. Which is why I shall spend every waking hour I can charming you, and reminding you that when we do eventually leave together, it will be to start a family of our own. I look forward to the day you graduate, even if neither of us wish to leave the comforts of such a fine establishment."
Her hand fell upon his arm. "You wish to start a family with me?" Preston had never uttered such a phrase. She had not thought seriously about children and being a mother, but the idea he presented to her did not sound terrible.
"I do want to carry on the Lockwood name," Papa said. "What is it that you desire, my little Eliza?" His hands gently caressed her stomach, moving toward the juncture of her thighs.
She shifted against him, growing restless as she separated her legs, giving him better access to her most intimate area. A single digit swiped her cunny lips apart and she shifted her hips back against him, desiring more, wanting to feel alive all over again. "I want you," Eliza said. She did want him, in several years when she graduated, but more importantly, now.
Chapter XVI
Charley smiled, pleased with her admission of desiring him. He had been serious in wanting to discuss the fact he wished to have children with her, but that would not be for several years. Given that he could not take her purity until they were wed, he abstained from the physical act of sex. However, it did not mean there were not other ways to enjoy her body—and she his.
"I want you too," he whispered into her ear, his breath against her neck. Charley kissed a soft path over the delicate salty skin. She tasted heavenly, like an angel sent down for him to enjoy. His finger separated the folds of her cunny, and he felt her hips gyrate against him.
Smiling, he was pleased with her response. Although he was supposed to be only giving her a bath, this was much more enjoyable, and so he let his urges and desires comfort her as he slid another finger down to her quim.
Charley grazed her clit, circling the hooded bead as he brought her blood flowing to her cunny.
She moaned, her voice soft and breathy as she asked him one single question. "Can we?"
He did not quite know what she was asking or meant, but he certainly felt like there was no reason to stop this exploration of her body. The water would clean them and perhaps after their bath, she would take his hardened cock into her mouth. He wanted to teach her that there were many ways to love, it did not have to solely be from the physical act of sex.
Charley dipped two fingers in past her cunny, thrusting beneath the surface of the water, stretching her tight pussy with his digits. He wanted to feel her trembling against his member, but his resolve was stronger than his desires. Instead, he made the sensation and moment about her, focusing on what she needed and wanted, because deep down it was what he wanted as well.
In a come here motion, his fingers stroked the inside of her quim, his breath caressed her neck, his tongue and lips leaving a soft impression as he sucked the sensitive flesh, wanti
ng to show everyone that she was his. Charley wanted her to desire no other man for the rest of her life. They were betrothed, and he had found his happiness in her.
Her insides clenched onto his digits and his thumb swiped over her clit, sending her body into a trembling fury, water splashing, as her toes curled and she gripped his thigh, her nails digging into his skin.
The searing force was enough to keep him from letting go, the bite of pain only intensified the pleasure of his cock pulsating, as he desired his little Eliza. He could not take her in the bathtub, not the way he wished.
Hearing her gasping for air, he knew she was slowly coming down from her euphoric high. Charley reached for the cloth, dousing it in soap as he gently scrubbed the remnants of the day away, working her arms first and then down across her chest to her breasts. His movements were methodical and though he was still aroused, he did not try to please her as he washed her body.
Eliza had experienced her dose of pleasure and Charley was working quickly to clean her skin as he was supposed to before the water chilled, and they were to go to bed. He had no intention of putting her right down to sleep, not without her lips around his cock.
He worked swiftly, adding more soap while the water washed the suds away. He worked the cloth lower, between her silky folds, his touch not aiming to please but to clean before he scrubbed her legs and then her back.
"I do not wish to go to bed so soon," Eliza whispered, her voice returning back to normal as she had finally caught her breath.
He did not want her to fall asleep soon either, though he kept his plans from her for the moment, enjoying that he was in control and she was to do as he said. Charley washed her bottom before rinsing her hair, lathering it with soap, and cleaning the dark tendrils under the surface of the bathwater. The room felt cooler, or perhaps it was because the water had chilled during their time spent together, caught up in one another.
Although Charley did not have a fresh change of clothes for himself, he was pleased that Eliza was clean. "Come, it is time to get you dried off and into bed." He helped her stand and felt the cool chill of the air send goosebumps over his arms. He grabbed two towels, wrapping the first around Eliza before drying himself. He did not bother to remove his clothes from the floor or to pick up hers, either.
He took her hand and led her to the bed. Charley dried off quickly, rubbing the towel over his wet skin. He ran the last bit through his hair, making sure his dark locks would not drip all over him.
Eliza stood by the bed, her teeth chattering. "I need a nightgown." She nodded toward the dresser.
"You need no such thing," Charley said. He had the remainder of the evening planned and it did not involve either one of them wearing clothes. Though he supposed she could be dressed, he much preferred to admire her naked form. "At least not for several more hours." He had every intention of staying as late as Ashby's curfew permitted. He wanted to enjoy every last minute of his time with Eliza before he returned home to think about his job. Sunday would be spent writing the article that was to be put into publication that week. It was easier to push the thoughts of work aside with a naked woman in her bed.
Charley stepped closer, dropping his own towel while he used hers to finish drying her off. "Better?" he asked, sensing that her discomfort from the cold had vanished. She no longer shivered. He dried her hair with the towel, watching as her body relaxed.
"Much," Eliza said.
Was it solely the fact she had warmed up, or the attention he gave to her that made her seem to unwind? "Climb onto the bed," he said, pointing to the mattress.
She followed his instruction, climbing onto the bed, waiting for him to join her.
"Do I get to touch you now?" Her green eyes sparkled under the amber lantern as she stared at his body, her gaze falling down to his hardening member. Dinner had helped give him time to rejuvenate and the bath had aided in helping him relax.
Charley climbed atop the mattress, gesturing for her to come closer. "This time you get to do all the touching and licking," he said, lying back on the bed. His head gently fell upon the pillow as she climbed above his body, her breath teasing just above his nipples, forcing the small buds to harden under her nonexistent touch. How did she do that to him?
Eliza's breath fell upon his chest, where his heart lay, and she kissed a warm wet path, licking and sucking her way down his body. "Am I doing it right?" she asked, her kisses over his navel as she mumbled her question against his skin.
His fingers tangled in her hair. "You are doing perfectly." He had no doubts about her ability to please him; only whether she would find satisfaction in performing such an act.
She climbed further down his torso, her eyes staring at his hardening member, her breath hovering as she teased him. He did not dare know what she was thinking, or even want to guess. "Do not be shy," he said, guiding her hand onto his cock.
It had not been the first time she grazed his erection. Just earlier that afternoon she had shoved her hand into his trousers unceremoniously. Staring at his erection, her eyes had darkened and she descended with her lips upon the head and her fingers caressing his shaft.
Charley's eyes shut and his head bent back, exhaling a heavy breath. She made him feel as though his body was on fire. Did she know the power she harbored? He preferred to be in charge and yet he knew that he could easily lose himself in her.
Her tongue swirled over the head, sucking and licking the pre-cum that grazed the tip. She did not pull away or shy from the sight as she bobbed her head up and down over his length, taking him into her mouth with a thrusting motion.
Eliza's hand came down to caress his balls as she sucked his manhood.
He wanted her to take him deeper into her throat, but he was not sure she was physically ready. It would require training, just like her bottom had, to stretch and relax her muscles. Charley felt the first surge, a pulse that ripped through his body as he grew near. "I am going to—" He wanted to give her fair warning but then his body trembled and he spilled his seed into her mouth.
She licked and sucked at his cock, swallowing every drop, her green eyes heavy and thick with desire as she climbed back up his body. "I want you to take my virtue, Papa."
Charley desired the same, but not tonight. He guided her to lie down with him, pulling the covers up around their bodies. Though he knew he could not spend the night, he did not move quickly to leave, either. "When we are wed," he whispered. Though he knew Ashby was a place to train young ladies to submit, why could he not wed her while she remained enrolled? Would it be improper to perform a wedding and continue her submissive training?
He would speak to Headmaster Philip and determine whether a wedding at Ashby would be allowed. It might have been uncommon but he did not feel there was anything immoral about his intent to marry little Eliza. After they were wed, she would continue her training until graduation, when she could join him at home. Such an occasion would allow them both the pleasure to explore one another fully as a little and papa, without concerns about a scandal. If anyone asked why his wife was attending Ashby, he could give an excuse of work and needing to get her properly acquainted with the rituals of being a mother and wife. It may be unusual, but it was what he desired with his little Eliza.
Charley made no attempt to tell his little one of his plans. If the headmaster shot down his idea, then he did not wish to have to relay the disappointing news and break her heart.
He closed his eyes and allowed himself the opportunity to relax, feeling her drift off to sleep in his embrace. She was warm in his arms, and it lulled him into the perfect slumber as he curled against her body, finding sleep came easily for him.
Chapter XVII
Eliza had not felt her papa sneak out of the room late that Saturday night. She missed his presence on Sunday, but understood he had to work. It was necessary if she wished to continue her education as a little at Ashby.
Monday and Tuesday rolled around and without a hint of his arrival, she hoped he would come
and pay her a visit now that it was Wednesday. After their intimate activities just a short time ago, she had found herself unable to keep her thoughts from him.
Why had he not returned?
Eliza found it difficult to express what she felt, the sense of longing to see him again, the tugging of her heart at missing him. She had played in the playroom with her friends but had not shared the details of her tryst with any of the girls. Could they tell she was anxious for him to pay her a visit? Perhaps she had done a poor job of pleasuring him. She had not thought she had done anything wrong, but she could not know without a doubt. His lack of appearance at the Ashby worried her.
Eliza was unsure how her nanny would respond to what had transpired between them. Nanny Agnes had found her charge naked on Sunday morning when she came to awaken little Eliza. She had thoroughly examined the bedsheets again before her shoulders relaxed. What had she been looking for?
Eliza had been frightened that she might be forced to visit with Doctor Colt a third time for another unpleasant examination, but her nanny had not taken her to his office. Eliza certainly was not going to fill her nanny with any unfavorable thoughts.
The brunette stared out the window, her gaze on the garden, wanting a stroll outside more than anything. She missed the sun, the warmer months of spring and summer. Inside Ashby it was nice, the place being as beautiful as one could create, but she still lacked the freedom of exploring outdoors, the fresh scent of grass being cut and birds chirping as the wind caressed her cheek.
"Do you think I might be able to take a walk outside today?" Eliza asked her nanny. The headmaster had been kind enough to grant her the freedom a short time ago, when she had first laid eyes on Charley. It seemed a rare occasion where he allowed the girls out without company, but the gates kept the little ones protected from the outside world.
"If Headmaster Philip were in a good mood, I would say perhaps." Nanny Agnes pulled the sheets from the bed, tossing them momentarily on the floor while she removed the pillowcases. "But there are too many unwanted visitors this morning; an issue we have been faced with all week. I suspect it will only continue. Come, little one. We shall visit the nursery while I send for a maid to finish your laundry."