Chosen to Be His Little Angeline (5 page)

Angeline was pacing around her room when Blackhurst entered. He locked the door and pocketed the key.

He could tell she had bathed as he had instructed. Her bright gold hair was even curlier as it cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, held loosely in place by a simple blue ribbon. The poor thing had on a garish orange dressing gown trimmed in black. It was so big the sleeves had to be rolled up at the wrists.

Angeline held her breath. It was obvious he had also bathed since they had last met. His wavy black hair slicked back still slightly damp. The scent of soap still clung to him. Gone was the stiff, formal evening attire. In its place was a pair of black silk sleeping trousers under a hunter green and gold brocade dressing robe. Angeline shied away from meeting his intense gaze and instead focused on the expanse of chest exposed by the robe. Even in the dimly lit bedroom, she could see the well-defined muscle and thick swirls of black hair. Everything about him was masculine, powerful. Angeline shivered with awareness. His sharp eyes caught the movement, like a predator sensing weakness in its prey.

"Why…why do you keep asking me to call you Papa?" she asked tentatively, breaking the silence.

Angeline nervously sought to distract him with questions and conversation. Certain this was what she wanted, she was just not certain she could actually go through with it. Sacrificing her maidenhood to a handsome lord would be the epitome of a grand passionate adventure. Afterward, she would return to her cold, colorless world in dreary London but for one brief wonderful moment she would have lived. She would have been her mother's daughter - not thinking of consequences, but only of desire and emotion and adventure. But now that the moment was upon her, she was overwhelmed and frightened. He was just so commanding and masculine and…tall.

Blackhurst crossed the room to stand in front of Angeline. Holding her gaze prisoner, he reached for the wide silk sash of her dressing gown and slowly pulled it free of its loops. Her dressing gown gaped open; underneath she wore a simple lawn nightgown trimmed in pink lace. Angeline reached to cover herself, but a stern look from Blackhurst stopped her.

Removing his dressing robe, he circled behind her, pressing his warm bare chest against her back as he brought his arms forward. Angeline instinctively leaned back, seeking his warmth and strength. He placed the black sash over her eyes and secured it in a bow behind her head, blindfolding her.

"But…" she started to object.

"Shhh…" he whispered against her ear as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He slid the dressing gown down so that it pooled at her feet, leaving her only in her thin nightgown. He placed a protective hand around her waist and leaned in close.

"I want you to call me Papa, because I want you to trust me in all things. I plan to treat you like my precious baby girl. I will clothe, feed and shelter you. Like a child, you will depend on me for all your needs. I want you to have no more adult concerns or worries. Your sole purpose will be to give and receive pleasure. In return, I will demand your complete submission and obedience. I will accept nothing less. You will belong to me completely. That, my sweet little one, is why I have asked you to call me Papa."

Angeline did not know how to respond. She felt dizzy and speechless.

"You wanted an adventure, my little angel," he continued in a low gravely voice as he moved to stand in front of her. "I want to give that to you. An adventure filled with pleasure." At that perfect, sweet reminder, all her doubt fled.

Angeline gave a small gasp as she felt his fingers work the small pearl buttons down the front of her nightgown. Soon it joined her dressing gown on the floor. Angeline nervously clenched her fists, already knowing he would not allow her to cover herself.

Blackhurst took in the soft perfection of her. Despite her petite frame she had generous curves, with gorgeous full breasts and a nipped in waist. He'd already had a view of her plump bottom, and looked forward to exploring it further. Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her to the bed.

Reaching for the blindfold, Angeline nervously whispered, "I want to see you."

"Not yet, little one. For now I just want you to feel."

Knowing it was her first time, he did not want her distracted with maidenly fears. He knew a woman's first glimpse of a man's cock could be intimidating. There would be plenty of time for her to become intimately acquainted with the look, feel and taste of him. At this very moment, he wanted her to just concentrate on how her own body felt.

On the bedside table was a selection of small, colorful vials on a silver tray. The estate's chef was an artist when it came to fragrant and flavorful oils. Lady Shackelton saw that each room had a selection of the exotic elixirs. He pulled the glass topper off the first one and inhaled the spicy scent - cinnamon and orange with a hint of clove. Perfect. Pouring a generous amount into his palm, he rubbed his hands together to warm the oil.

Angeline smelled the clove, a scent she now associated with him. She let out a shocked gasp and arched her back off the bed when she first felt his touch.

"Shhh…baby girl. Let Papa take care of you."

Angeline felt the silky warmth of his oil covered palms glide over her breasts and down her belly. He followed the curve of her hip and along the outside of her thigh only to sweep up along her side again. He circled each breast, gently curving around the underside, testing the weight. With each stroke of his hand, the oil warmed and melted onto her skin, creating a satiny sheen.

Angeline felt as if she were floating. His voice came to her as if from far away. "Open your legs, little one. Show Papa that sweet cunny." She shyly spread her knees open a fraction. "Wider, baby."

Blackhurst caressed under both her thighs, gently lifting his hands up and over, opening her for his view. There was just a sparse dusting of baby fine blonde hair over her sweet pale pink cunny lips. He could not wait to taste her. Picking up the small vial, he held it over her cunny and drizzled the smallest amount, as if topping off a delicate dessert.

Angeline clutched fistfuls of the silk bed covers as she raised her hips. Her mind screamed for her to be embarrassed, but the sensations coursing through her body were too strong. In some perverse way, she was grateful for the blindfold. It made her feel as though she were hiding, as if these intimate, strange things were happening to someone else.

Blackhurst started at the top of her cunny and slowly ran his two middle fingers down the seam, increasing the pressure when he reached the curve of her bottom.

"Oh…what…oh…I don't…" Angeline tried to form a protest but could not when she felt his fingers tease between her bottom cheeks.

The width of his fingers forced her cunny lips open. He stroked the sensitive inner folds with long sweeping circles, occasionally sweeping scandalously low. Lulling her body into complacency, he gave her cunny one more full sweep before pushing the blunt tips of two fingers into her tight entrance.

Angeline's shoulder's shot off the bed in fright and surprise, but Blackhurst was ready for her. His other hand firmly grabbed her left breast and squeezed as he forced her back onto the downy softness of the bed. He relentlessly pushed his fingers into her virgin passage, clenched tight in fear.

"Please, please…it hurts."

"Hush," he commanded. Between her body's own arousal and the fragrant oil, no matter how hard she tried to resist, his fingers continued their push deep inside her body. Knowing it would soon be his cock she was clasping and clamping down on inflamed him even more. Soon his fingers were pushed in to the hilt. The tip of his finger pushed against the barrier of her maidenhead. Rubbing the edge of his palm against her clit, he hooked his fingers till they scraped along her tender, untouched inner walls.

"Baby, I want you to take a deep breath and hold it. This is going to hurt at first but I promise it will be worth it."

"No," she started to cry. "Please…I don't want too. This feels too strange," she pleaded with him as she blindly reached out to try and grab his wrist to pull his fingers out of her already sore cunny.

"If you don't put down your hand, I will tie you to the headboard," he said through clenched teeth. "Now do as you are told."

After a few shaky sobs, she finally composed herself enough to take a deep breath and hold it. Blackhurst flattened his hand over her stomach to hold her steady. He then pulled his fingers out and forced them back into her snug cunny with such force she rocked up on the bed. Angeline shrieked in fear and pain. Despite his warning she once again tried to grab his wrist. Blackhurst was too quick for her, snatching both her small hands up in his large one and holding them against her stomach as he continued the assault.

Increasing the vigorous rhythm, he drove his fingers into her tight cunny over and over again, just shy of breaking through her maidenhead.

Angeline shook her head from side to side lost in a haze of pain. It felt strange and wrong. He had his fingers inside of her! She ached from trying to keep him out.

"I can't…stop…stop," she moaned.

"Your Papa knows best, baby."

As he continued, the pain shifted. The friction of his fingers created this shimmer of warmth. The faster his fingers moved, the warmer it felt. Angeline began to shift her hips as she pulled on her captive hands. She no longer wanted to pull his hand away. She unexpectedly felt as if she had to move and shift to relieve this tension building inside of her. Blackhurst pulled his hand free and quickly thrust three fingers straight to the hilt into her clenching cunny. Angeline's whole body arched off the bed as her world exploded into a burst of color and sounds. He kept his fingers buried deep in her pussy till he felt the last tremor.

He wanted her to cum one more time before he truly fucked her. It was time to taste her sweet cunny.

"Is your poor cunny sore, little one?"

Angeline nodded, incapable of speech, having never experienced anything like that in her entire life.

"Papa is going to kiss it and make it better."

The moment his words sunk in, her cheeks flamed scarlet beneath the blindfold. He could not possibly mean to kiss her
there
.

"Oh, but…no, that is too embarrassing…you couldn't!" she protested.

"You sweet little thing. There will be no part of your body I will not be acquainted with before long," he chuckled as he settled himself between her thighs. He ran his fingers down her cunny one last time, delighting in the shiver that wracked her body.

"Now, open your mouth nice and wide."

Confused, Angeline did not immediately obey. Blackhurst reached up and painfully twisted one of her nipples. With a cry, she opened her mouth wide. "Good girl." Her lips trembled as she waited to see why he commanded her to open her mouth. The blindfold she took comfort in moments earlier now a cruel taunt. She did not have to wait long.

Blackhurst pushed the tips of his fingers past her small, soft lips. Her cute pink tongue began to swirl about as she tried to expel his fingers, just as her little cunny had tried and failed. Angeline tried to protest.

"Hush, baby. While I need to train that tight cunny of yours to accept my cock, I also need to train this sweet little mouth to open nice and wide for me. Now relax your lips. Let my fingers rest on your tongue. I want you to taste yourself. Taste your own arousal. Taste the spicy clove and citrus oil."

Angeline whimpered but had no choice but to obey. He kept his fingers forced into her mouth as he placed his own mouth over her cunny. Blackhurst sucked her clit into his mouth as he swirled his tongue around the tip. Angeline's hips bucked up at the intense sensation, but Blackhurst remain latched on, forcing her to suck on his fingers while he sucked on her clit. Placing his hand under her hip, he squeezed her still spanked sore bottom cheek the precise moment he lightly scraped her sensitive bundle of nerves with his teeth. Angeline came so hard she bit down on his fingers in her frenzy.

Rising, Blackhurst grabbed Angeline by the hips and flipped them so she was astride him. The sudden change in position so soon after another shattering experience left her momentarily disoriented. He ripped off her blindfold. Angeline blinked down at him. He snatched her chin to get her attention.

"I will not take your maidenhead. You must give it to me,
mon amorette,
my little love." His fierce silver eyes clashed with her dazed midnight blue ones. "Know this. The moment you do. You will be mine. There will be no turning back. Whatever I demand of you, you will give willingly or I will take."

Angeline felt as if she were standing on a precipice. This man was powerful, mysterious and definitely dangerous. There was no doubt in her mind he would swallow her whole…but isn't that what she had secretly yearned for? To be consumed by passion? Swept up in pleasure? A grand adventure?

Slowly, she nodded her head 'yes.' Blackhurst freed his straining cock from his black silk trousers.

"Raise your hips," he ordered. She did as she was told, rising up on her flanks.

He positioned the broad head of his cock at her entrance, slick with her own arousal, the fragrant oil and prepared by his finger fucking. Without any further warning, he seized her by the hips in a punishing grip. Using her own body weight as leverage, Blackhurst forced her down onto his shaft, breaking through her maidenhead, thrusting to the hilt.