Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,64
gaze after seeing her face turn scarlet, he became aware of her true fear.
“Don’t fret, kitten,” he said as wrapped his arms around her. “Your screams of pleasure have certainly echoed about the house. Bed sheets are not necessary as proof of your claiming; they only prove your innocence.”
His words didn’t seem to ease her as she whimpered, turning to bury her face against his chest.
“Little one, I arranged for your bath and assured your modesty. You were buried beneath the covers,” he assured her and saw her relief. Knowing it wouldn’t always be so, he added, “This time.” Her head came up at his words, her eyes widening. He ignored her shock, scooping her up into his arms and moving to the tub, carefully stepping into the water. Setting her onto her feet, he sat, guiding her down with him, positioning her back against his chest, her legs between his spread ones. She moaned with the soothing comfort of the warm water. They sat enjoying the warmth of the bath for several minutes before Lucas moved her away, turning her to face him. She watched as he lifted a cloth and a bar of soap. Her face flushed as he drew her closer, one hand behind her head as he raised the cloth to her face.
“This time, you may close your eyes,” he said, smiling as she did so. He gently washed her face and then moved the cloth to her neck. “Open,” he said as he began to rub the cloth across her breasts. Despite the heat of the water, Lucy began to shiver as he washed her nipples, feeling them harden under the slippery cloth. Lucas smiled and bent forward, slowly running the tip of his tongue across each hardened peak. Lucy moaned, her hands reaching for him, only to find his hands moving hers behind her back. She arched as he drew a nipple into his mouth, her pussy clenching as his teeth gently raked its surface. He sat back and grinned, loving that her nipples were sensitive to his barest touch.
“Kneel up,” he said and helped her do so. Her entire body was rosy with the warmth of the water but colored even more deeply as he moved the cloth to begin washing between her legs. “You will always remain shorn,” he said as he ran his fingers across her mound. “I wish to be able to see every inch of you, nothing hidden.” She moaned as the cloth began to scrub a bit harder against her sex. He knew she had to be a bit sore and tender, but wondered if she realized her own moisture was adding itself to the wetness of the cloth. His wife was a very sensual woman which made him very happy.
“Turn around,” he said, and she did so, her legs trembling as she presented her back and her bottom to him. He rubbed the cloth across the globes of her bottom and when she winced, he said, “I fear this little bottom, will always bear some evidence of my little one’s naughtiness. Bend over a bit.” She earned a sharp swat when she didn’t immediately obey. Lucy yelped at the unexpected chastisement and then bent forward the tiniest bit. When he palmed one round buttock, pulling it away from its twin, her head turned to look at him, her face turning red.
“No,” she said softly. “Please—”
“Every inch of your body is mine, Lucy,” he reminded her, pulling her buttocks apart to expose her pucker. “Reach back and hold yourself open so I might wash you properly.”
“I—”
“The proper response, in fact, the only response is ‘yes, sir,’ Unless, of course, you’d like to wait until after I’ve turned your cheeks a cherry red before you spread them for me?”
No longer able to look at him, she slowly released her hold on the tub’s edge, her hands moving behind her. Taking them, he guided them to her arse. “Nice and wide, kitten.”
Once her fingers slid into the cleft and she slowly pulled her buttocks apart, he ran the cloth down the length of the split in her heart-shaped arse. “You will never be allowed to hide even this,” he said, dropping the cloth in the water and replacing it with his finger.
With a high-pitched squeal, she fell forward, her hands releasing her cheeks to brace against the wall as he began to press his finger into her bottom.
“Naughty girl,” he said halting his movements. “Where are your hands to be?”