thrust.
Against her will, she felt the light-headed rush of a release. Her head tilted back as her breath rushed back in short gasps. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the dizzying warmth overtake her. Moments later, she felt his hand in her hair, pulling her off the table and on to her knees.
"Open your mouth."
She whimpered, stubbornly keeping her mouth shut. He yanked on her hair harder. Angeline submitted, watching as he fisted his erect cock, pumping it close to her open mouth. Finally, he came with a roar. Spurts of warm cum dribbled onto her tongue.
Blackhurst fell back into his chair. "Keep your mouth open. Don't swallow."
She reluctantly raised her gaze and held his as the taste of his cum slowly dissolved on her tongue. Tasting the truth of his words.
* * * * *
Later when she was permitted to rise. Blackhurst explained her new situation in his household.
"I am taking over your care," he stated bluntly. "It is my prerogative to treat you like a child. Since your actions over the last few days have shown you to have the petulant foolishness of one, I would say my instincts are not far off. You have already met Mrs. Chapel. You must call her Nanny. She will be responsible for bathing, feeding and schooling you, under my direct supervision of course. You will receive daily special training from me as well as any discipline that may be required."
"What if I don't choose to be under your care?" she asked petulantly, still smarting from the lesson he just gave her.
Blackhurst rose and crossed to where she was seated. He put a hand under her chin and raised her head to meet his gaze. "Did I say anything that in any way implied you had a choice?" he asked in a low casual tone. "You made your choice the moment you allowed me to take your maidenhead. You are mine now, little one, to do with as I choose."
Angeline once again felt that unwanted sweet thrill of arousal his show of strength always brought forth in her.
"Your nanny is here to take you back to the nursery. I will see you at your afternoon bottle feeding."
Chapter Ten - You Are Mine
Despite their auspicious beginning and her stern demeanor, Angeline was surprised at how pleasant of an afternoon she passed with Mrs. Chapel…Nanny. They read books together. Played with the dollhouse. Nanny brushed her hair and showed her the new wardrobe that had been purchased just for her. Despite their childish style, as a seamstress, Angeline could not help but admire the superior quality of the rich fabrics and delicate lace. Everything she touched was soft and precisely stitched right down to the smallest detail.
The nursery itself was quite large, taking up most of the third floor of the manor house. There was the main room that contained the bed she awoke in and the adorable furniture with the dollhouse and tea set. Then a small school room filled with books, a large globe and several small desks. Nanny said she would teach her how to speak French and other fun things like how to find the British colonies on the map. Of course there was the bathing room, her least favorite room so far. The largest room was one she had not seen yet. It was through two large mahogany doors at the end of the main room. Nanny called it Papa's play room. She said Papa will take her there most days but she was not allowed to play in it alone.
All of this was terribly surreal to Angeline. While not the type of adventure she could ever have imagined, she was surrounded by very pretty things and she did so love pretty things. Nanny was strict but nice and even gave her a piece of chocolate when she put away all the toys they had been playing with properly!
It wasn't so very strange to think of Lord Blackhurst as Papa. She had never known her own father and had grown up in a household without a male influence. It was nice to have a powerful, handsome man offering her protection and safety. He was demanding and authoritative to be sure and it was very painful when
Against her will, she felt the light-headed rush of a release. Her head tilted back as her breath rushed back in short gasps. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the dizzying warmth overtake her. Moments later, she felt his hand in her hair, pulling her off the table and on to her knees.
"Open your mouth."
She whimpered, stubbornly keeping her mouth shut. He yanked on her hair harder. Angeline submitted, watching as he fisted his erect cock, pumping it close to her open mouth. Finally, he came with a roar. Spurts of warm cum dribbled onto her tongue.
Blackhurst fell back into his chair. "Keep your mouth open. Don't swallow."
She reluctantly raised her gaze and held his as the taste of his cum slowly dissolved on her tongue. Tasting the truth of his words.
* * * * *
Later when she was permitted to rise. Blackhurst explained her new situation in his household.
"I am taking over your care," he stated bluntly. "It is my prerogative to treat you like a child. Since your actions over the last few days have shown you to have the petulant foolishness of one, I would say my instincts are not far off. You have already met Mrs. Chapel. You must call her Nanny. She will be responsible for bathing, feeding and schooling you, under my direct supervision of course. You will receive daily special training from me as well as any discipline that may be required."
"What if I don't choose to be under your care?" she asked petulantly, still smarting from the lesson he just gave her.
Blackhurst rose and crossed to where she was seated. He put a hand under her chin and raised her head to meet his gaze. "Did I say anything that in any way implied you had a choice?" he asked in a low casual tone. "You made your choice the moment you allowed me to take your maidenhead. You are mine now, little one, to do with as I choose."
Angeline once again felt that unwanted sweet thrill of arousal his show of strength always brought forth in her.
"Your nanny is here to take you back to the nursery. I will see you at your afternoon bottle feeding."
Chapter Ten - You Are Mine
Despite their auspicious beginning and her stern demeanor, Angeline was surprised at how pleasant of an afternoon she passed with Mrs. Chapel…Nanny. They read books together. Played with the dollhouse. Nanny brushed her hair and showed her the new wardrobe that had been purchased just for her. Despite their childish style, as a seamstress, Angeline could not help but admire the superior quality of the rich fabrics and delicate lace. Everything she touched was soft and precisely stitched right down to the smallest detail.
The nursery itself was quite large, taking up most of the third floor of the manor house. There was the main room that contained the bed she awoke in and the adorable furniture with the dollhouse and tea set. Then a small school room filled with books, a large globe and several small desks. Nanny said she would teach her how to speak French and other fun things like how to find the British colonies on the map. Of course there was the bathing room, her least favorite room so far. The largest room was one she had not seen yet. It was through two large mahogany doors at the end of the main room. Nanny called it Papa's play room. She said Papa will take her there most days but she was not allowed to play in it alone.
All of this was terribly surreal to Angeline. While not the type of adventure she could ever have imagined, she was surrounded by very pretty things and she did so love pretty things. Nanny was strict but nice and even gave her a piece of chocolate when she put away all the toys they had been playing with properly!
It wasn't so very strange to think of Lord Blackhurst as Papa. She had never known her own father and had grown up in a household without a male influence. It was nice to have a powerful, handsome man offering her protection and safety. He was demanding and authoritative to be sure and it was very painful when
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