Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,65

no… no, please, Lucas,” she begged, her bottom clenching as if she thought she’d be able to expel him. “It’s… it’s shameful.”

“Lucy, that’s not an answer. Would you like to try again or shall the next lesson you learn be how it feels to get a spanking on a wet bottom?”

“They… they are to be on my… my cheeks.”

“Doing what?”

She gave a soft sob and then her hands left the wall to move behind her again. “Holding them open for you, sir.”

“That’s correct. Do not release them again. Understood?”

“Yes, Lucas,” she acknowledged, pulling herself open again.

Lucas pressed his finger forward into the extremely tight opening, though he kept watch on her body to make sure she wouldn't fall. When she began to tremble even more violently, he slipped an arm around her waist but kept her bent forward, his finger continuing its journey.

“You aren’t under me in my bed, Lucille,” he gently admonished as he penetrated her more deeply. “You are not to refer to me in that manner. Remember?” She moaned as his finger disappeared up to his second knuckle but he didn’t accept that as an answer. Releasing her waist, he gave her bottom another swat.

“Yes!” she yelped loudly.

“Yes, what?” Lucas asked, stilling his hand when his finger was finally buried as deep as it could go.

“Yes, I-I understand,” she moaned.

“Address me properly,” Lucas said as he began to pump his finger slowly back and forth within her. He slipped his arm around her again as he smiled. His little one might be terribly embarrassed, but her little pussy was leaking its cream.

“Sir…” she panted. “Yes, sir. I-I understand not to address you by your-your name,” she said. “I’m… I’m sorry, sir.” Lucas gave her bottom-hole another few pumps with his finger and then pulled it from her. Lucy moaned, her body trembling violently.

Lucas patted her hands. “You may release.” She instantly obeyed, slumping back against him as he guided her to sit, turning her to once again face him. Reaching out to cup her face, he lifted it to his. “Papa,” he corrected, and saw her swallow hard. “You are to call me Papa when I am tending to your naughtiness, young lady.”

She blushed but nodded. “Yes, Pa-Papa,” she managed, a tear escaping as he reminded her that not only was she his wife, one he would take whenever he desired, but also his little one. As such, she would learn to accept both roles, each of which would require different responses, different rules.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, bending forward and kissing her forehead. “And, Lucy, there is nothing that is shameful about your body or mine. Our bodies are made to be touched, made to feel those touches both to allow us to experience pain when a little girl is reluctant to obey her papa and to experience pleasure when she’s been a good little one.” When she simply looked up at him, her cheeks pink, her teeth nibbling her lip, he smiled, understanding that the concept was one that might take his kitten a long time to truly believe.

“Just remember your papa enjoys looking at, touching, kissing and making love to every precious inch of you.” Her eyes widened at that last promise and Lucas felt his cock twitch as it understood exactly what he meant. In time, his little one would find her hands holding her buttocks wide for more than just a washcloth or finger. She’d learn that it would be forced to open for more than an enema nozzle and finally she’d come to understand that great pleasure could be had when being filled in such an intimate place. “I’m going to so enjoy being your teacher, and, kitten, you have your entire lifetime to attend my classes. You need not fret about learning everything today, all right?” Giving her another kiss, he ran his hand under the water to find the cloth and soap.

“Yes, Papa.”

As he began to wash himself, she reached out her hands. “No, little one,” he said with a smile. “Papas may wash their little girls, but, little one, you are too small to have such responsibility as to wash your papa.”

“But, I-I undressed you,” she said, lowering her hands but looking up at him. “And… I liked touching you, too.” Her cheeks flushed brighter but her eyes spoke of her sincerity.

Lucas couldn’t fault her confusion. He had not been helped to dress or undress by a woman since he was a very small child and had