Chosen to Be His Little Angeline (13 page)

Several weeks later…

"You look adorable, my dear."

"Thank you, Lady Shackelton. Nanny helped me sew it," beamed a shy Angeline. She was worried Lady Shackelton would judge her for the childishly, short dress but she was nothing but gracious.

"Well, you did a fine job and it is not Lady Shackelton anymore. It is Lady Fairfax."

Angeline tried to hide her astonishment. She found it hard to imagine the elegant lady would marry such a boorish man.

Lady Fairfax laughed. "I can tell by your expression you think us an odd pair. Trust me, my dear, we all have our peccadillos," she said with a knowing look at Angeline's attire.

"The last guest had barely left the house party before Lord Fairfax all but slung me over his shoulder and dragged me off to Gretna Green. We married over the anvil as they say. The Scottish brute! Subjecting me to such a common spectacle!"

She may be complaining but Angeline could see the love and amusement in Lady Fairfax's eyes.

"Lord Blackhurst says if Angeline is not in the parlor in five minutes, he is coming to fetch her himself," warned Mrs. Chapel.

"Oh, posh," laughed Lady Fairfax at Angeline's worried look. "We will be ready when we are ready. Blackhurst is merely impatient to be with his little love."

"Lord Fairfax said you might say that," chirped Mrs. Chapel. "So he told me to tell
you
if you are not down in
two
minutes, he will be the one to fetch you…and that you would know what would happen when he does."

Lady Fairfax's cheeks blushed prettily as she quickly fled the room to obey her husband's command. "See you in the parlor, Angeline, Mrs. Chapel," she called over shoulder.

Mrs. Chapel adjusted the veil over Angeline's bright gold curls. They had worked together on the doll-like wedding dress every afternoon for the last two weeks. It was a beautiful cream ivory with pale pink silk rosettes sewed along the cap sleeves and hem.

"You look pretty as a princess," said Nanny, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Angeline smiled as she took Nanny's hand and was led out the door to her next grand passionate adventure…marriage.

* * * * *

Blackhurst looked down at his little one as he held her in his embrace. Most men would feel complete. The words had been said over them a few hours ago. In front of man and God, she was his but Blackhurst would not feel as though she was his in every respect until he had her final, complete submission.

He unpinned the veil partially concealing her soft curls. "You were my sweet little angel today."

"Thank you, Papa."

"Turn around so I can unbutton your dress."

He slowly unhooked each carefully sewn pearl button. Although he was anxious to get her naked, he did not want to tear a single stitch, knowing how she cherished the gown. Holding the gown so she could step out of it, he gingerly laid it over a nearby chair.

Angeline had lost count of the number of garments in their short acquaintance he had ruined in his sheer intensity to touch her skin. She was touched to see the special care he was showing her wedding dress.

He had brought her to their playroom, immediately after the guest's departure.

"I have a special wedding surprise for you," he whispered against her ear as he took her hand and led her to the padded bench on the platform.

Kneeling in front of her, he removed her ruffled short bloomers. He then unbuckled her kid slippers and slipped them and her white lace knee socks off. Placing a soft kiss on the inside of each thigh as he did so. Angeline was happy when he told her to kneel on the bench since she was not sure her legs would be able to support her for much longer.

Angeline was confused when after a few moments, she did not feel the familiar heavy leather restraints across her upper calves.

"Papa?"

He stroked her cheek as he said, "No restraints today, little one."

After placing several objects on the small table nearby, he approached her with a piece of fabric in his hand. It was a long piece of black silk.

"Do you remember this?" he asked.

She shook her head no.

He smiled. "It is the black sash from your dressing gown. The one I used to blindfold you the night I took your maidenhead. The night I first made you mine."

Shocked, Angeline laughed. "I looked everywhere for that! You kept it!"

"As a memento."

This man would never cease to surprise her, thought Angeline with love in her eyes. Just when she thought she had reached her limit for adventure or passion, he would always challenge her with something new.

Blackhurst placed the cool, silk blindfold over her eyes and secured it with a pretty bow nestled within her blonde curls.

He reached for the special dildo he had made just for their wedding day. Modeled after his own cock, it was wood covered in soft leather, about nine inches long and close to three inches at the base. He moved to stand behind her prone position.

Giving her a quick, playful slap, he ordered, "Arch your back. Push out your bottom."

"Yes, Papa," she breathed.

Using two fingers, he stroked the folds of her already wet cunny. Angeline moaned and pushed her hips against his fingers. Brushing the tip of the dildo against her entrance, he ground out, "Ask Papa to fill your cunny."

"Please, Papa, fill my cunny."

Blackhurst shoved the dildo into her tight passage to the hilt. Angeline rocked forward with the force of it. She gave a slight whimper. Until this point, he had stretched her mouth and bottom hole with various dildos and plugs but not her cunny. She was not accustomed to the harsh feel of the unrelenting object in her soft, sensitive cunny.

Blackhurst spread her bottom cheeks open wide. It was a beautiful sight to see her tiny puckered whole slack and slightly open…ready for him. With the use of plugs and daily training, her bottom would be constantly stretched so she would always be ready to receive his cock. He didn't like the sight of a tightly puckered, closed off rosebud.

"Papa's going to finally take your bottom, little one."

Angeline felt a moment of panic. Despite the numerous training sessions, it was still very painful whenever he pushed anything into her bottom.

Blackhurst reached for the glass vial of fragrant oil. Putting pressure on the top of her rosebud to open it further, he drizzled a small amount directly into her opened rosebud.

"Papa, I'm frightened."

"I know, baby," he cooed as he rubbed her lower back for a few strokes. "You know Papa loves you."

"Yes, Papa," she said with a pretty blush.

"And I only want to give you pleasure."

"Yes, Papa."

"And doesn't my little angel like having her bottom stretched when she cums?" he asked, still caressing her back.

"Yes, Papa," she answered shyly, feeling her blush extend straight down to her tippy toes.

"Wouldn't my little one finally like to know what it feels like to have Papa's cock in her bottom? Especially knowing how happy it would make her Papa?"

"Oh, yes, Papa."

"Say it," he ordered.

"Put your cock in my bottom, Papa. Please."

"Again," he groaned.

"Fuck my bottom, Papa."

Gently tracing her sensitive hidden entrance with the pad of his thumb. Watching as her body trembled in response, he thrust the tip in and out several times, preparing her.

Then gripping his erect cock near the head, he positioned it at her back entrance. Applying slow and steady pressure, he watched as the head of his shaft gradually disappeared inside her body. It was met with little resistance at first, her outer muscle ring weakened from the stretching he had given her earlier this morning to prepare for this moment.

Blackhurst knew the more of his girth her body was forced to accept the harder and more painful it would get for her. He pushed forward another inch. Her body started to tense and tighten.

Angeline started to breathe fast and heavy. "Ow…ow..." she whined.

Blackhurst steadily leaned in, pushing his flesh deeper into her tightening passage.

"Oh, please stop. It's too much. I don't think I can…"

Between the leather dildo stretching her cunny and his cock pressing into her bottom, Angeline felt an intense pressure building. Her body was straining to contain both.

Blackhurst rubbed her bottom cheeks. "You can do this, little one." He thrust in further. Her entrance taut as it widened to accept his rigid staff.

Angeline started to cry. "Pull out. You have to pull out. Papa, I can't."

Blackhurst realized he was doing his little one a disservice by going slowly. She needed pain to reach pleasure. The type of pain that came through masculine force of will and strength.

Taking her by the hair, he wrenched her head back, arching her body. Driving his hips forward, Blackhurst sank his cock in deep. Angeline shrieked. The pain so intense she felt faint.

"You will."

One final powerful thrust seated him fully within her bottom. Her small body was impaled on his large shaft. He could feel her inner muscles clutch and constrict around his cock as it struggled to accept his intrusion.

"Oh god…oh god," breathed Angeline, feeling the beginning hum of pleasure.

Blackhurst dragged his cock out of her tight clench only to punch it back in. With each rhythmic thrust, her body warmed and weakened to his superior strength. Her entrance gaped and opened further, allowing his cock free access. Blackhurst released her hair and shoved his fingers into her mouth, hooking her soft lips and pressing against her tongue. He increased the speed of his thrusts.

Her body was no longer her own. He had possessed every sense, every entrance. She felt filled and overwhelmed from the hard dildo in her cunny, to the fingers forcing her mouth open, to the cock assaulting her bottom. No, her body was not her own. It was his. Once again, she hid behind the blindfold and let her other senses take hold. She floated. The pain. The pleasure. They melted. They crested. They shattered. Angeline had never felt more complete in her release.

Blackhurst felt her come apart and soon followed. Grabbing her hips in a fierce grip, he came with a roar, driving himself deep into her tight core one final time. He pulled out and watched as his cum melted into her skin. Completely possessing her. His love. His sweet little angel. His
mon amorette
. Finally.

What a grand passionate adventure, thought Angeline with a smile.

~ The End ~

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