Lifting her, he laid her on the bed and pushed her dress up past her waist.
“Bend your knees and hold your ankles. You are not to move while Papa tastes you, understand?”
Mari nearly exploded. Papa had done this a number of times before and after her initial shock that such a thing could be pleasurable for either of them, she had come to realize that she liked having her Papa lap at her cunny.
He did not disappoint as he knelt between her legs and spread her nether lips apart, blowing on her already sensitive nerve endings.
“Oh, little Mari. What have we here? Are you stimulated by sucking on Papa’s cock?”
She licked her lips and swallowed heavily. “Yes, Papa,” she said hoarsely. He had ordered her not to reach her climax andit was taking all of her concentration not to explode before his tongue had even touched the swollen folds of her core.
Mari gripped her ankles tightly and bit her lips as Papa lowered his face and kissed along her inner thighs in a torturously slow approach to her cunny. Finally, his mouth touched the sensitized folds and Mari gasped, bucking her hips upward to get closer to his mouth.
“Hold still, little Mari, or I will stop.”
“No!” she protested and then clamped her lips closed and forced her hips to stay on the mattress.
Using two fingers, Papa spread the lips of her sex wide. “Ah, there is your clitty. Look how swollen it is. You must be very close to a climax, is that right Mari?”
“Y-yes,” she gritted out, reminding herself of his edict that she not come without his permission.
“Poor Mari. Are you having a hard time following Papa’s rules?” He tapped his finger against her swollen nubbin and she inhaled sharply.
“Remember what Papa said about not reaching a climax until he says you may. You wouldn’t want Papa to stop? Or to give you a hot bottom?”
At that point, all Mari could do in reply was to mewl deep in her throat and writhe her head back and forth.
Why was Papa being so hateful?
When he put his mouth on her cunny and began to gently suck the swollen folds between his lips, Mari closed her eyes and tried to think of anything but the heated pulses throbbing through her body. But no matter how hard she tried to distract herself, it was no use.
“Papa!” she rasped. “Please, Papa.” She knew she ought to say more. to beg more but she did not have the energy to get out more words.
“My sweet girl. You’ve done such a good job. I suppose Papa can let you have your pleasure.”
With that, he delved two fingers deep into her core while he sucked on her clit.
Dark spots danced behind Mari’s eyelids and she came in a shattering climax. When her breathing slowed and she finally opened her eyes, Papa was there smiling down at her, his face full of love.
Chapter Eleven
“Has it already been a month that we have been married, my sweet little bride?” Theo asked as he held out her chair for her to be seated at breakfast. “It seems as though my life did not even start until I met you in the gardens at Talcott House.”
Mari took her seat and tilted her face up for her husband to drop a kiss on her forehead as he had become accustomed to doing. She sighed.
“I feel as though my life did not start until then either, though I am very grateful for my time at Talcott House and the friends I made there.”
“Have you heard from any of your compatriots? Has Poppy been spending time in the naughty chair?” Theo chuckled as he spooned eggs and meat onto Mari’s plate.
“I should never have told you about the naughty chair!” Mari said. “You are obsessed with it.”
“I think we need one.”
“We do not. No one here is naughty.” Mari gave him a saucy look from beneath her lashes as she took a bite of ham.
“I believe that there is plenty of proof to the contrary, little duchess.”
A servant arrived bearing the day’s post and newspaper upon a tray and set it next to Theo’s seat, disrupting their conversation about the naughty chair, much to Mari’s relief. She had only had to sit in the naughty chair once while at Talcott House. In part because she did want to be a good girl and also because Poppy spent so much time there, Mari sometimes wondered if Miss Wickersham overlooked some transgressions simply to have the chair empty for a few hours.
