Lucy's Journey Home (Hunter's Ridge) (11 page)

He moved the pacif
ier to the small table beside the bed which was occupied by her hairbrush in case he needed an implement within easy reach to spank her bottom, and the box that contained the new thermometer he had purchased from Eleanor.  His fingertips ran across the top of the box and he smiled again knowing that even something as matter-of-fact as having to take her temperature in the manner of children, on her tummy, holding the tube in her bottom instead of under her tongue, also served as far more than a means to make sure she had no fever.  Having to actively participate in the ritual by using her own hands to hold the globes of her sweet bottom apart in order to offer her back passage to her nanny to make the insertion of the thermometer into her bottom easier, was teaching Lucy submission and obedience despite any shame she might feel at the requirement.  Lucas fully intended to have his bride in every way a man could have a woman.  Allowing Lucy to become at least accustomed, if not comfortable, with having her bottom-flower exposed and invaded would most certainly help her submit when he decided to take her anally.

Lucas moved Nellie off the bed as well.  Though he had thought it precious to find
Lucy entertaining herself by talking to her doll and brushing her hair while she waited for either her new nanny or her Papa to come get her out of bed after her nap, he intended to engage his bride in far more adult activities when he joined her in their marriage bed.  He pulled back the covers of the bed.  Lucy gave a soft moan of discomfort when the warmth of her sleep was abruptly disturbed.  Lucas knelt at the side of the bed, his hand running softly up and down her arm as he drew her from her sleep.  He felt her skin pebble into goose bumps under his fingertips as her eyes slowly opened. 

“Papa,” she said sleepily,
allowing him to help her to kneel on the bed, rubbing her eyes with her small fists.  Lucas’ heart lurched and his cock swelled. 

“Yes, Kitten,
it’s your Papa.  Lift your arms for Papa,” he said and then removed her sheer gown when she obeyed.  Her nipples instantly puckered, her hands lifting to cover them in an effort to warm herself from the sudden chill.

“No, Lucille,” Lucas said softly as he stood
.  “You know not to touch yourself.  Put your arms behind your back so that Papa can look at your sweet little titties.”  Lucy shuddered and felt her moisture began to gather between her thighs as she obeyed his soft but firm command. Lucas reached out and cupped her breasts in his palms.  Lucas blushed as he gently bounced each globe as if weighing them.  His thumbs moved to rub across her nipples causing her to throw back her head and moan softly, her stomach flipping and her heart beginning to pound.

“Eyes,” Lucas said and she met his blue ones with her own, hers filled with pleasure at what his fingers were doing.  When he was sure she was focused on him, Lucas added a finger to his thumb and began to pinch her nipples slowly but didn’t stop until each was tightly compressed.  Lucy tried to pull away by bending backward
s but the movement only caused the pull to increase.  She stopped attempting to move away realizing she would find no relief until her husband chose to release his hold.  She moved forward until she was once again kneeling before him. 

“I’m sorry, Pa…Papa,” she said softly
realizing she was being warned to remember one of his rules set down from the day they wed, a rule she was having a difficult time obeying.  Her body now belonged to her husband, her Papa.  She was never to attempt to hide any part of herself from him.  Her modesty did not concern him.  If he wished to strip her naked and have her display herself, that was his right and it was her duty to submit.  Lucas nodded in response to her apology but did not yet release his hold on her sensitive buds. She gasped loudly when one nipple was released and then moaned deeply when she felt a sharp slap against her breast.  A small cry sounded as her other breast received its own swat. 

“That is but a very small taste of what you will feel if you continue to forget,” Lucas said firmly.  “If I need to repeat the lesson, Lucille, you will find that your bottom is not the only place a Papa can spank his little one.”  Lucy trembled but nodded, her eyes remaining glued to his
, her face scarlet as the meaning of his words became crystal clear though she had never dreamed such a thing was ever done. 

“Ye…yes, Papa,” she whispered, her hands gripping her elbows behind her back in an effort to remain completely still. 

“Spread your knees apart,” Lucas ordered and she instantly obeyed, opening herself to him.  Lucas smiled at her quick obedience.  “That’s my good girl,” he praised and then bent forward to kiss her.  Lucy’s body responded, her sex moistening even further, her nipples growing even harder when his fingers gently caressed the skin he had just punished.  As his mouth left hers to place a kiss on each of her nipples, she shuddered at both the intense pleasure as well as the knowledge that he could and most certainly would spank her tender breasts and nipples if he found her forgetting his rules. 

Lucas pulled away and she watched as he undressed.  She blushed seeing his erection, his cock standing straight out from his body, his desire unquestioned
and realized she was aching with the need for him to take her.  He approached the bed and lifted her from where she knelt, moving her as he climbed into the bed.  She smiled and relaxed as he lay back and pulled her to lie atop him, her naked body shivering just a bit.  Lucy moaned when his hands descended to cup her bottom, pressing her against him.  She could feel his erection beneath her belly and felt his hard chest against her tender nipples.  Lucas slowly pulled her up his body until her face hovered over his.  He placed a hand behind her head, drawing her mouth to meet his.  As he kissed her, she moaned again, her stomach flipping as her blood began to race through her veins.  Lucas deepened the kiss, demanding entrance to her mouth so that he could explore every crevice with his tongue.  Lucy’s soft moans and sighs of pleasure as well as her squirming finally forced the kiss to end.

“
Is my girl ready for another lesson?” Lucas asked teasingly.  Lucy’s face flushed but she nodded, a bit breathless from the intensity of his kiss as well as from the look of desire in his eyes.

“Y
…yes, Papa,” she whispered, her heart pounding as her body quivered with the memory of pleasures he had been teaching her since the day they wed.

Lucas lifted her slightly to move her to sit, her legs straddling his hips, his erection trapped beneath her bottom.  Luc
y blushed as she felt it twitch beneath her and then moaned as Lucas began to slide her body along its length.  She felt a gush of wetness flow from her realizing the evidence of her own desire was coating his cock with every delicious slide of her body along his thick shaft.
“You told me you like to ride horses, do you remember?” he asked, his cock pulsing and twitching every time he drew her up and down his shaft.  She tilted her head to the side as if confused at the question but nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.  “I’m going to teach you to ride my cock.”  Her eyes grew wider as she felt her body respond to his words.  Lucas stopped his movements and lifted one hand to stroke her cheek.

“Lift your bottom up, Kitten,” he said gently.  She obeyed, her hands braced against his broad chest as she lifted herself, her weight on her knees.  “Take your hand and guide my cock into your pussy,” he continued
.  Lucy hesitated for just a moment but he soon felt her small hand encircle his shaft, lifting it and attempting to do as he ordered.  His length caused her to lift her bottom higher and she clumsily tried to guide the head of his cock to her slick opening.  Lucas stifled a groan as she missed her target and his cock nudged against the puckered opening of her bottom.  Lucy froze as she realized exactly where his cock was placed, the tip already slick with both his wetness and hers.

“You aren’t quite ready for that lesson, little one,” Lucas said and loved the color that immediately
suffused her skin.  “Try again.”  Lucy moved her body slightly and released her breath when she felt him at the proper opening.  “Eyes on mine,” Lucas reminded softly and she obeyed, her own eyes shining with her desire.  “That’s my good girl.  Lower yourself, Kitten, mount my cock, take it into your pussy.”  Lucy moaned as he filled her, stretching her in a way that she hadn’t felt before.  She lowered herself slowly, allowing her muscles to adjust to his thickness.  Lucas fought his desire to thrust his hips up to make the seating go faster, he was so ready to take her. But he allowed her to discover the pleasure of endless possibilities on her own.

“Like…like this, Papa?” Lucy asked, her voice sounding breathless as she lowered herself another inch.

“Yes, Lucy, you are doing such a good job, little one.”  Lucy continued to accept him but when she felt the length of his cock deeper than she had ever before, she paused, whimpering just the slightest bit.  “All the way down, Lucy.  You can do this for Papa.”  Lucy doubted the truth of his words but moved even slower until she was finally settled onto his lap, his entire shaft buried inside her.  Her look of surprise mingled with satisfaction of being able to obey his command shone from her eyes.  Lucas drew in a deep breath, praying he could last long enough for her to have her first ride. 

“
Perfect, Kitten.  Now, move up and down, Lucy,” he managed to order after he took a moment to regain control.  “Just as you post on a horse, post on my cock.”  Lucy had never known that men and women did such things, much less spoke about them in such a way.  Her nipples were rock hard and ached to be touched.  She began to move up and down, rocking her hips forward and back as she learned that riding her husband felt far, far better than riding a horse.  Lucas allowed her to set the pace, his hands gently holding her hips, their eyes locked together. 

“Faster, Kitten, it’s time to trot,” he said and she flushed but was soon moving faster, her sex flooding around his cock as she felt her body begin to tingle with the need to spend.  Her breathing quickened and she gave a small
gasp of intense pleasure as Lucas lifted his hands from her hips and cupped her breasts, her nipples captured gently between his fingers. 

“Oh
… oh, Pa…Papa,” Lucy moaned, her sex pulsing, her nipples tight with arousal and need.  She felt sensations she hadn’t felt before as she felt him slip almost completely from her body as she lifted her bottom and then fill her to an uncomfortable but delicious depth when she lowered herself to his groin.  It wasn’t very long before she felt herself spiraling up to the pinnacle of pleasure.  “I…I…need…” she said, her voice almost strangled with desire.

“Not yet, Kitten,” Lucas said, pinching her nipples hard.  “You will not take your pleasure until I give you permission.”  His cock pulsed at the sound of her deep throated moan,
her need to release instantly clear in the ragged sound. 

“I…I…can’t…”

“You can, young lady,” Lucas said removing his hands from her breasts.  Lucy arched her back as if offering her breasts to him, her small mew of disappointment with his hands withdrawal causing his cock to jerk deep inside her.  “Put your hands behind your back,” Lucas ordered and Lucy did so, finding her wrists captured in one of his large hands.  She again whimpered, the feeling of his control washing over her, making her pussy convulse, her end so near she feared she wouldn’t be able to obey his order not to spend.

“
Are you ready to gallop?” he asked huskily and with her nod, he put his free hand against her back, pressing her chest to his.  Lucy screamed with pleasure as he began to thrust his hips upwards, his cock ramming into her depths again and again. 

“Papa!” Lucy cried as her body was forced to take him as he desired.  She felt consumed with every sensation, every thrust of his cock as it plunged in and out of her.  Lucas held her tightly pressed to his chest, her body quivering on top of him, her sweet cries and moans drawing him to his own end.

“Come now,” he ordered and with his next thrust, Lucy’s world imploded.  Lucas moaned, his hips jerking as the strength of her vaginal contractions drew him to his own end, milking his cock all along its length as he buried himself completely, the hand not holding her wrists moving to press her bottom against his groin. 

“Oh
… oh, Pa…Papa,” she whimpered, her senses muddled as she felt his cock pulse and release deep inside her.  Lucas smiled and moved his hand to the divide of her bottom.  It took another minute before Lucy realized what he was doing.  When his finger found its target, she attempted to arch away but his hold on her wrists kept her in place.

“Shhh, Kitten,” Lucas said not invading her yet, simply running his fingertip around the rim of her anus.  “Be still, Lucille
. Let Papa play.”  She was grateful he was unable to see her face from where it was pressed hard against his chest.  She felt a rush of confusion as she realized that as he continued to rub her bottom-hole, her pussy began to flood again, the small, hidden bud he had taught her was the instrument of great pleasure, swelling and twitching between her legs.  Lucas felt her arousal building by the pulsing of her pussy.  He removed his fingertip only long enough to dip between their bodies that were still pressed together and gather some of her cream onto his finger.  Lucy knew enough to realize what he was planning to do with that lubricated finger.

“Pa…Papa, please…please,” she moaned and Lucas grinned realizing that she wasn’t asking him to stop and knowing that even if she did, he wouldn’t.  The fingertip returned and after a single trip around the extremely sensitive rim, he began to push it inside her bottom.  Lucy buried her face in his chest, her nipples seeming to thicken and her pussy
jerk with its entry.  “Oh… oh,” she moaned as Lucas began to move his hips gently, his cock having swollen inside her, his finger continuing its journey until it could go no further.