Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,46
her buttocks to clench. Lucas saw her shame and again cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing across her taut nipple. “Be my good girl, kitten,” he said. “Do what you must, for I fear both of us will explode if you choose to disobey me and earn a punishment instead of the pleasure I desire to teach you.” His look, his touch on her breast and his words had her nodding her head. She seemed unable to voice the words she seemed to wish to say or perhaps her shame was too intense, but Lucas allowed her silent acceptance. He kissed her again and then moved off the bed. She watched as he left her side and returned with a glass of water he had poured from the pitcher. He didn’t speak as he handed the glass to her; they both understood the offering was to help her in fulfilling his expectations. Though she blushed, she dutifully finished the entire glass. Lucas took it from her, placing it on the table before he once more laid her on the mat and made a point of tightly refastening her nappy. Rolling her to her side, he patted her diapered bottom to drive his request home. He watched as she once more hugged her doll, her knees drawn up to her chest. He made a note of another item he would immediately purchase when he saw her free hand drifting to her mouth.
“Sleep well, kitten,” he said as he again tucked the covers in around her. This time when he told her he loved her, he heard her answer.
“I love you, too, Papa.”
Chapter 13
She had fallen asleep almost before Lucas left her room. She was exhausted by the events of the day, her body falling quickly into slumber, though her mind was filled with questions. She was awakened briefly when her bladder announced its need and fought against the pressure until she realized that, by doing so, she was again choosing to be naughty. Though she felt her face redden, she did as she was told and wet her nappy. Falling back asleep had surprised her, and though she felt intense shame when Mrs. Bremmer entered the room to awaken her, the housekeeper hadn’t so much as mentioned the fact that the newly wed woman needed to be changed like an infant. Anna had simply removed the soiled nappy and quickly bathed Lucy before dressing her once more in childish clothing.
Lucy now understood how Louisa must feel every afternoon at being forced to nap while wearing and using a nappy. But she had to admit that the requirement served as a great reminder of how submissive they were expected to be to their papas, who also were their husbands. Nevertheless, she was incredibly grateful when she stepped into a pair of lacy, girlish drawers instead of having another nappy pinned around her bottom. She had prayed Lucas would not mention his request in the presence of anyone and only relaxed when he entered her room and gathered her into his arms after he saw Mrs. Bremmer give him a nod. He bent his head to whisper in her ear.
“That’s my very, very good little girl,” he said, and then kissed her, once more igniting a fire inside her that burned far hotter than the embarrassment it had cost her to please him so.
He took her hand and led her downstairs. The household had evidently been busy while she’d napped as the air was full of tantalizing aromas from whatever delicious fare Cook was preparing. Flowers filled dozens of vases, their aroma adding to the sweetness in the air. Lucas had not left her side since she had been led into the parlor.
Lucy couldn’t hide her joy as Edward lifted his glass in a toast. She lifted her own glass of champagne that she had been allowed upon this occasion.
“I wish you nothing but happiness,” Edward said, and then grinned. “I trust you will learn to be the good little girl I know is inside you somewhere.”
Lucas chuckled, and even Louisa giggled causing Lucy to blush. Her twin would be privy how often her sister managed to find trouble since they’d entered the world within minutes of each other, and it hadn’t taken but a day before her husband learned that his chosen lady could throw quite the childish tantrum. Still, that was already in the past, Lucy told herself, not allowing the memory to mar the joy of the moment.