before withdrawing back between her full lips. His cock instantly grew hard in his pants and he saw her face flush when her eyes met his.
“We shall finish our treat on our way home, Charles,” Edward said. “I trust you to have Lucille home within the hour.” Lucy appeared quite surprised to find Edward allowing her to remain in the park, but said nothing, most likely having no desire to question his unexpected leniency.
“Certainly, Edward,” Charles agreed. “Thank you for a lovely evening. Good night, Lady Wintercrest,” he said as he gave her a small bow. Louisa smiled and thanked him as well. She tucked her hand into her husband’s arm as he led her back the way they had come. They climbed the steps leading to the double doors of the manor.
“I believe your eyes were bigger than your tummy, little one,” Edward said when he saw that she’d not yet managed to finish her ice cream.
Her smile was as sweet as the treat when she lifted the cone to him. “I wanted to share it with you, Papa. It’s really, really good.”
Edward grinned and bent to take a huge bite of the frozen cream. Smacking his lips as she giggled, he shook his head. “Tasty but not anywhere near as good as the nibbles I take from my own sweet girl.”
“Papa,” she said, her face as pink as the strawberries she’d consumed. After they entered the house, Edward bent to wipe her mouth with his handkerchief.
“Go with Mrs. Bremmer, little lady,” he said. She smiled and ran her fingertips over his cheek.
“Thank you, Papa,” she whispered and went up onto her tiptoes to brush her lips across his. They were still chilled from the ice cream and Edward felt his cock twitch again. He knew his own little one would soon be suckling and enjoying more cream the moment he joined her in their bed. From the look of desire shining in her eyes, she realized it as well,
As Lord and Lady Wintercrest returned to the manor, Lucy and Charles settled on a park bench to enjoy their cones. Lucy was quiet now that her sister and guardian had left them. She found she had no idea what to say. Though she had grown comfortable in Charles’ presence, that had been when their roles were properly defined. Now that she had left Cressington Academy, she felt uneasy.
“Relax, Miss Furniss,” Charles said quietly as if sensing her growing distress. “There are no quizzes or exams for you to take. I simply wish to get to know you better as the young woman you are, not as my former student. I find I am very attracted to you.”
“You are?” she said, surprise evident in her tone as her face quickly flushed at the attention.
“Yes, and to that aim, I have sought permission to call upon you, Lucille, and simply ask if you can possibly see me as a suitor?”
Lucy’s heart pounded as his words sent them down a new path. She found herself remembering how Edward had told her she would most likely have suitors and understood that Charles was her first. She smiled and lifted her eyes to his. She saw the sincerity in his gaze and felt her stomach flutter. Suddenly the vision of him witnessing her punishment at the hands of her guardian played in her mind. Her ice cream was forgotten as the memory returned full-force. Attempting to push the thought away, she looked about the park, becoming aware that she was dressed far differently than other young women being allowed an evening’s outing. She glanced around, seeing several girls giggling and flirting with their escorts. Every single one of them was wearing a fashionable dress, their hair pinned up and faces colored with face-paint to enhance their features. Lucy dropped her eyes and saw her own dress. Today she was wearing one of a soft mauve, though it still had the white collar and band about her hips. She wore the simple slip-on shoes over her plain black stockings. Her hair had been brushed and plaited that morning by Mrs. Bremmer and the thick braid hung down her back. She suddenly felt foolish and wished she had never left the house. What sort of man could possibly find her the least bit attractive? She looked like some sort of overgrown child rather than a young woman of courting age. Darting a quick glance at her former professor and tutor, she couldn’t help but wonder if