Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,31

doubted she truly understood why it had become so drenched. His cock pulsed in his pants, anxious to teach her another lesson, one far more pleasurable than her first.

Lucas allowed his fingers to slide through her curls again. It was very rare to see a little one with pubic hair, and his wife would soon find herself bare, as well. He continued to gently caress her until he realized her sobs had turned into hiccups and soft moans. He saw her bottom lift when he removed his fingers as if to follow the thing that had brought her feelings of something she didn’t understand. Lucas patted her bottom once more, before lifting her and then pressing her to her knees between his spread legs. She lifted her face—her cheeks flushed and her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions, long, thick lashes lowering but only for an instant before lifting again to meet his gaze again. Lucas felt incredibly honored that even after he’d roasted her arse, and roasted it he had, she showed no sign of anger toward him. He was also pleased to see that while embarrassment was still there, the look of guilt he’d seen earlier was no longer present in her shimmering eyes.

“You will always kneel before me if I’ve had cause to spank or paddle you, Lucy,” Lucas said, softly. He reached out and stroked the track of a fresh tear as it slipped down her cheek. “I shall soon instruct you on the penance you will always be required to offer when your bottom is burning and freshly reddened.” He saw her confusion at his words and knew she would soon learn the position was meant for her to offer her penance in a very intimate manner. However, he would allow that lesson to be given another day. He lifted the paddle from the settee and held it out to her. Lucy’s eyes still dripped tears, but she was no longer sobbing. Her cheeks reddened to match the color of her bottom as she obediently pressed her lips to the wooden surface.

“Th-thank you, Luc… sir,” she said, though her words came out as a stutter.

“Papa,” he corrected quietly, and watched as her lashes dropped to cover the flash of acknowledgment that she’d play more than one role for the rest of her life.

“Tha-thank you, Pa-Papa,” Lucy said softly for the first time. She opened her eyes and met his.

He nodded and ran his finger down her cheek as she accepted her new role, his heart hitching as she gave a soft sigh and rested her flushed cheek against his thigh. It was obvious the address made her uneasy, but in time, she’d become accustomed to not only using it, but accepting all the things the title meant in their shared lives. Cognizant of the fact that she would become aware of his growing arousal if he allowed her to remain between his spread legs, her body pressing against him, her need for comfort emanating from her small frame, Lucas forced himself to remember why they were in the study.

“That’s my good girl. Go stand in the corner,” he said, and helped her to her feet. Before allowing her to do as he said, he readjusted the fabric he’d tucked into her waistband, assuring not a single thread would brush across her freshly spanked bum. She moved across the room, looking back once she was in the corner, her teeth bothering her bottom lip.

“Nose to the wall, Lucy, and keep your dress at your waist and spread your legs a bit. Papa wishes to see all of his naughty girl and that includes her punished inner thighs.”

With her face turned to the wall, her hands lifted the front of her dress to her waist and she shifted her feet apart. Lucas smiled as she pushed her bottom out into the room. He remained seated enjoying the view for a few moments before standing and returning the paddle to the cabinet. Closing and locking the door, he kept his eyes on his wife as he rolled his sleeves down and rebuttoned the cuffs before reaching for his coat. He would normally require she spend at least a half hour, usually more, in the corner after he had attended to her bottom but knew she had to be not only exhausted, but hungry as she hadn’t yet broken her fast.

After fifteen minutes, he stood from where he’d seated himself on the settee. “Come here, kitten,” he said softly,