Blessed Beginnings (Hunter's Ridge Book 4) (6 page)

"I can't see him taking Molly away from Hunter's Ridge," Edward said, sipping the last of his drink. "More likely the two will wed and remain to raise their own family under your roof." He clapped Lucas on the back as he rose. "At the rate you're going, this house won't be without the sound of chatter anytime soon."

The two men played a game of chess before they left the room to retire. Climbing the stairs together, they couldn't hide the smiles on their faces as they prepared to join their wives in their beds. Neither had any reluctance in stating that they were very lucky men indeed.

When Lucas opened the door, he instantly looked toward the bed, always pleased at the sight of long, blonde wavy strands spread across crisp white linens. His brow furrowed when an empty spot greeted him instead.

"Papa?"

Turning, he saw her kneeling before the fire and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. The flames from the fire danced and made her gown almost transparent. The shape of her body was outlined from her shoulders to her hips. Her pebbled nipples pressed against the fabric caused his cock to lengthen.

"It's naughty to be out of bed, kitten," he admonished softly as he closed the door behind him.

"I-I wanted to wait for you here," Lucy said quietly, her hands sweeping across the white fur of the rug. "It was so wonderful with the fire last night and, and I wanted to… to do what you spoke of this afternoon." Her voice trailed off and he could see her cheeks flushing as he approached her.

"And, what was that, little one?"

"Um, you… you don't remember?"

"That wasn't the question, kitten. The question was, what exactly do you wish to do?" Lucas said, not giving her an inch.

"Um, use my…" She paused, looking down for a moment before lifting her head and her eyes to his. "Papa, may I please suckle your cock?"

God, he adored this woman. It was difficult for her to speak of such intimate acts and yet he could see her tightly puckered nipples and smell the perfume of her arousal on the air. He slowly undressed as she watched his every move and when he was nude, he moved to stand a few feet from where she was kneeling. Her eyes lifted from his cock to wait for his permission to begin. He spread his feet apart and wrapped his fist around his erection.

"Come to me," he said softly, and she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled the few feet that separated them. When she reached him, she knelt up again.

"Undo your gown."

Small hands moved to the ties holding her gown together to pull at little bows, her face flushing as she looked up at him again.

"Show me your sweet breasts and those little pink nipples." His cock twitched as he watched her slowly push the sheer fabric to the sides, baring her breasts and her body to his view.

"Remove it."

She pushed the gown from her shoulders, slipping her hands from the cuffs until the fabric pooled at her knees. He knew she had absolutely no idea of the vision she made, nude and kneeling before him, her eyes lifted to his, her breasts tipped with raspberry colored nipples that were standing proud. From his stance, he could look to see the waterfall of her golden hair and beneath the last curl, the swell of her hips began to become the curve of a bottom he'd never tire of spanking, caressing or loving.

"Yes, my love, you may suckle."

With permission given, he watched her tongue come out to lick across her bottom lip and felt his cock jerk in his hand. He reached out and fisted one hand in her hair, silently telling her that, for now, he would control the movements.

"Keep your eyes on mine," he ordered. When her eyes met his, he used a hand to run the head of his cock across the mouth she'd just moistened, spreading the clear drops of pre-cum over her plump pink lips. Her soft moan had his cock twitching again. "You may begin." Her tongue darted out to lick across the slit to capture another droplet. She placed small kisses down his length before taking slow licks up and down his shaft, swirling the tip of her tongue against the very tip. When she lifted a hand in readiness to wrap around his shaft, he gave another order.

"No. Tonight you will use only your mouth, lips and tongue." He moved his hand from his cock to tilt her chin up with one finger. "And, of course, your throat. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

He could see a shudder run through her body. While this was an act usually performed as a penance, she'd surprised him by requesting to suckle him on various occasions. She'd come a long way since that first time he'd shocked her by presenting his cock to her lips, but having to take him fully required a state of submission that was still very difficult for her. Not only was he a well-endowed man, she'd not be able to control the amount of his shaft being pushed into her throat. With another pulse of his cock as it demanded to have the pleasure begin, he smiled down at the woman he adored.

"Push your bottom up and out for me, kitten." She moved slightly to bend further forward, bracing her hands on his thighs for support and arching her back to present her bare bum as requested. "So beautiful," he said and then gave the command she'd been waiting to hear. "Open."

Lucy parted her lips and he pressed his hips forward, his cock swelling ever thicker in her mouth. The position, his orders, the tug on her hair all made her feel very submissive, and yet she could feel her nipples puckering tighter and a rivulet of her cream sliding down her inner thigh. It was hard to keep her eyes on his as she moved forward and back, taking a bit more of his shaft into her mouth with each rocking movement. When he drew her head forward with nothing more than a press of his hand, she felt his cockhead press against the opening of her throat. Concentrating on breathing through her nose, she swallowed once and then again, forcing her throat to open and accept the invasion, her efforts rewarded with a deep groan of pleasure.

"Good girl. One more swallow." She could feel her face burning with her blush but swallowed hard again and felt the large head move into her throat. "That feels so incredible," he said, a finger stroking her throat as if seeking the outline of his cock buried in the slim column. "Continue swallowing. All the way down, now."

It took all she had to obey, constantly having to swallow as he went deeper, the saliva pooling in her mouth and leaking from her lips as she took every inch of him into her body. He held her still, her lips nuzzling the wiry hairs of his pubis for several long seconds until he allowed her to withdraw to take a deeper breath. The act was repeated again and again, her bottom lifting and lowering with every downward move.

"All the way and hold," he ordered, and when she was in position, she felt a lick of fire land on her uplifted bottom.

Unable to do anything more than moan with her throat full, she felt another stroke land before he allowed her to draw back to see the switch. The strokes were by no means full force as just the very tip of the switch bit into her bottom, causing an instant intense burn—as if an ember from the nearby fireplace had leapt from the hearth to land on her flesh. He'd never switched her before when she had his cock in her mouth, and she realized the trust it took on his part. It was an honor he was showing her, telling her that not only had he understood why she'd moved the switch from the mantel to be within arm's length, he trusted her to control her teeth, her movements concentrating on pleasuring him even with a sting against her already tender arse.

"Another?" he said, and she understood he was actually asking if she could endure more. Her answer was to take a deep breath and once more move forward until not a single inch of his cock remained outside her mouth's embrace. Two more rapidly given strokes burned across her nates and another flood of cream slid down her thighs. As she felt his cock thickening, her throat vibrated around its invader with moans she was unable to vocalize as three additional sets of sharp bites were delivered.

"Swallow every drop," he instructed, his voice hoarse with desire as he warned her of his impending explosion. She was no longer servicing him at her own pace. He was in control as he moved her head up and down until, with a cry, he plunged deeply and kept her in place as his seed jetted from him to fill her throat. Every time she swallowed, accepting his tribute, she felt his cock twitch and her body respond. By the time she'd taken it all, her body was burning with its own need.

Lucas pulled out of her mouth and she gasped, pulling in much needed air as he knelt, flipped her onto her back, and pulled her legs over his shoulders. His lips captured her clit and suckled the entirety of it into his mouth. He didn't tease her slowly as he'd done the night before. Instead, he nipped and bit, rolling the throbbing bundle of nerves until she was writhing on the fur, her hips bucking up and down.

"Papa!" she screamed as he licked and suckled as if she was the most delicious morsel he'd ever tasted. Two thick fingers slid into her quim, thrusting in and out, and when a third digit forced its way into her rosette, she screamed and came, her vision blurring at the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly controlled and so incredibly pleasured.

Soft kisses were placed on her splayed thighs before he stood up from where he'd knelt. Lucy knew she should be embarrassed at lying splayed open and blushed when he chuckled and turned her onto her tummy.

"Don't move."

It was an order easily obeyed as she didn't think she had the strength to move. She watched the embers of the fire, smiling as she remembered her first night in this room. It had been frightening coming to her husband's estate, worried about how his family would react to his choice of wife and their choice of a different dynamic than most. She'd discovered her fears unfounded as even Lucas's valet, Joseph, had made it a point to put her at ease. He'd told her he also loved watching the flames dance, relaxing her fears of being judged. Her eyelids had just fluttered shut when she let out a piercing shriek as something ice cold was pressed against her bottom.

Wiggling in an attempt to turn over, she heard her husband laughing. "No, stay still. I just wanted to show that I am a very considerate Papa."

Craning her head back, her mouth dropped open at seeing the mounds of snow he'd pressed against her bare skin. Giggles consumed her even as she shivered.

"Does it work?" he asked.

"It's freezing and it's dripping!"

"Hmm, though I know your arse is a bit hot, I'm pretty sure the drips are from the fire. But, speaking of freezing…"

She shrieked again when he buried his hands between her thighs. "Stop!" she begged, wiggling more and succeeding in turning over only because he allowed her to escape. "Your hands are colder than the snow!"

"Tell me about it," Lucas said, leaning over her. "I ran all the way outside and back up here with snowballs in my hands. Don't you think you should warm them for me?"

Lucy shivered and then spread her legs, inviting him to warm his palms against her skin. Gasping when he placed them, she shut her legs, trapping his frozen fingers as he bent further and kissed her. When the snow had all melted, Lucas stood, shrugged off the dressing gown he'd donned for his dash through the house, and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, slid her between the sheets and then joined her. After he'd pulled her to him, her still chilly rear tucked against his groin, she giggled at his indrawn gasp and wiggled just a bit closer.

"How did you know?" she asked softly.

"That you needed a spanking?" he asked, his breath warm against the back of her neck.

"Yes."

"Kitten, I know you inside and out. The moment you confessed your fear about your lack of thought in speaking about something forbidden told me that no matter whether I truly understood the reasoning, you'd feel guilty until you paid a price." She felt his lips kiss her shoulder and snuggled closer. "I admit, I never would have switched you for something done without intent, but the moment I saw the switch, I knew that was your hope."

"Thank you, Papa. I love you."

"You are my heart, my life and always my love, Lucy."

Chapter Five

The next day after breakfast, the family piled into two carriages. Lucas had thought about using the wagon as there were nine of them going into town, but decided that Bea didn't need to be bounced around or exposed to the cold. She and Frank were in the smaller of the two carriages while the rest of them piled into the larger, family carriage. It would have been a tight fit but for the fact that Lucy and Louisa could ride on their Papas' laps.

Once in town, he and Edward helped the girls out of the carriage. "Remember what I said. No one is to wander off alone…" Seeing Ettie opening her mouth, he lifted his hand. "If you can't obey, then you are welcome to wait in the carriage." When his youngest sister shut her mouth, he added, "I understand we are Christmas shopping but I'm quite positive that among all of us, someone you are not shopping for can stay with you. You can change up partners as you need. Now, is that absolutely clear?"

A chorus of 'yes, sir' rang out and he nodded. "Good. I'll be shopping as well, and then we will all meet up to eat lunch at noon."

"Can we go now?" Ettie asked, bouncing on her feet.

"Heaven help the clerks," Lucas teased and then nodded. "Just remember, young lady, obey the rules or not only will you not be allowed to come to town the next time, you'll be getting a spanking when we get home."

"Lucas, I heard you the first time," Ettie said, glancing around to make sure no one had heard her brother's threat.

"See that you remember that you did," Lucas said, giving her a hug before stepping back.

Ettie grabbed Franny's hand. "Come on, let's get you know what first." The rest watched as Franny was practically dragged into the store.

"Have fun," Lucas said as he pressed a sheaf of notes into Lucy's hand. "Keep that in your reticule and stay with Louisa or Molly."

"Yes, Papa," she said, going onto her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Once Louisa had received her own allowance and kiss from Edward, the girls entered the store with Molly. Frank escorted Bea to a millinery shop as she'd promised not to enter the general store for at least a half-hour, giving her sisters time to do whatever they needed without fear of her seeing. Edward and Lucas moved further down the block to enter a shop where they hoped to finalize their Christmas shopping for their wives.