Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,81

underneath. Her hair was brushed until it crackled, the light reflecting on the glints of gold within the wavy strands.

Molly smiled as she led her charge to the bed and helped her into it for the first time alone. “Turn onto your tummy, Lucy,” Molly ordered, and Lucy obeyed, glad to remove her weight from her welted bottom. She buried her face in her pillow when she felt her gown being lifted and tucked above her waist to bare her bottom. Molly opened a jar she had set on the bedside table and scooped up a dollop of ointment with her fingers. Lucy stiffened when she felt Molly’s fingers on her bottom but relaxed when she realized the girl was applying a soothing salve to her ravished rump. Molly applied several scoops of the salve to Lucy’s buttocks, making sure the swollen area of her sit spots was thoroughly coated. Lucy sighed as the relief began to ease the itching and burning of the weals.

Molly silently applied salve to each of her legs until Lucy’s skin was shiny with the ointment. Lucy was almost asleep when Molly capped the jar and wiped her hands on a towel. “I'll leave your gown up, Lucy,” Molly informed her. “Your bottom and legs will dry in a bit and then you may cover yourself.”

Lucy blushed hotly but forced herself to respond. “Yes, Miss Molly, thank you,” she said quietly.

Molly bent to kiss her cheek. “You are welcome. Sleep well, little Lucy,” Molly said, and Lucy simply nodded.

As her new nanny extinguished all but one lamp and left the room, Lucy’s thumb made its way into her mouth. She suckled for an instant before jerking it out, her mind remembering the pacifier Molly had tucked into her bag. Lucy moaned, realizing that the thought of suckling on it didn’t fill her with the horror she’d once felt. After a while, she tentatively put her hand on her bottom, and though she winced at the weals she felt, she found the salve had dried. She pulled her gown down to cover her bottom and pulled the covers up to her chin. She turned onto her side, the bed feeling immense and lonely without Lucas beside her. She gradually fell into sleep and dreamed of what might be waiting for her in her new home.

Lucas joined her a few hours later, stripping off his clothes while his eyes took in the small form beneath the covers. Her pillow was covered with the golden halo of her hair, long lashes lying on a pale cheek. The low light still allowed him to see the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her mouth was slightly parted and his cock stirred at it reminded him of how she looked kneeling before him, her eyes lifted to his as she closed those plump lips around the head of his cock. Dropping the last of his clothing to the floor, he pulled back the covers as he climbed onto the bed. Kneeling beside her, Lucas bent to kiss her cheek gently.

“Papa,” she said softly as her eyes opened.

“Kitten,” he said with a smile, helping her to sit before lifting her arms to remove her gown. She lay back and moved to wrap her fingers around the bed’s rails. “No, not yet,” he said, pulling her hands free only to turn her onto her stomach and then guided her to her hands and knees. Pressing her head and shoulders down to the mattress, he then guided her hands to the rails, waiting until she gripped them.

“Good girl, now spread your knees wide for Papa,” he said gently and moved between her slender thighs when she obeyed. She gave a soft moan, her face flushing with embarrassment as he ran a finger over a weal he’d placed on her bottom. Lucas bent over her to kiss her neck to give her comfort but did not speak of her pain. She had earned the discomfort that she was presently dealing with and would simply have to decide that it just might be best to behave instead of throwing tantrums when she didn’t like or understand something.

Lifting off her, his little one moaned again when his broad hands gripped her hips, his fingers reigniting the burn of the weals that the salve had soothed. Despite, or perhaps due to, the added sensation of pain, he found her dripping wet when he slid into her, the walls of her pussy instantly gripping him