cunny.
"Is Papa hurting your tiny pussy with his cock?" His words were a dark rumble as he breathed harshly against her neck. Rand knew he was being rough with her and part of his mind screamed to gentle his approach, to kiss and coddle her. But the emotions behind the impulse alarmed him. Mistresses were for fucking. He knew in his soul that Lily was different, that what he felt for her went much deeper, but he was not prepared to admit it. Even as he took her innocence and branded her with his seed, he needed to distance himself, to give in to the conflicting desire to both claim and push away.
"Yes ....yes....yes..." Lily mindlessly answered to the rhythm of each thrust. It felt like he had taken over her body. She could feel him moving inside of her, each bruising thrust bringing a fresh wave of pain.
Rand released her knees and bent over her body. Placing one forearm by her head and grasping Lily's throat with his other hand, he tilted her head back and whispered into her ear. "From this day forward, not a day will go by you won't feel my cock in your sweet cunny or struggle to accept it up your small bottom or taste it in the back of your throat." He moved his mouth down her neck to her breast, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth and gently scraping it with his teeth. Rand tortured her breasts while he continued to relentlessly punish her pussy with each powerful lunge.
“Come for Papa, ” he commanded, and it was all too much for Lily. True to her submissive nature, his dominance over her body coupled with the kiss of pain was all she needed to come. Moments later, his cock pulsed as he filled her hot, wet heat with his cum. He had marked her; she was finally his.
Rand left her curled up in the crib as he crossed the room to the water closet to return with a wet linen that he carefully pressed against her sore pussy. After cleaning her, he quietly replaced the crib's side, locking her in. Lily looked up at him with sleepy eyes.
"I love you, Papa," she whispered.
He smiled at her declaration but said nothing for several moments.
"Rest, little one," he finally answered as he stroked her cheek. "Tomorrow you will meet your new nanny."
She had already fallen asleep and did not see him pull the rocking chair close to her crib so he could watch over her. He stared at her cute, pink mouth gently open in sleep, the dark fan of eyelashes against her flushed cheeks, and knew he was a fool to try and distance himself. He had fallen in love with her from the very first moment and the more she gave of herself to him, the deeper he fell. It made him wonder who had truly submitted.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Meeting the Nanny
"Such a sweet little one! You are a lucky man, if I may be so bold, your Lordship."
"You may."
After Papa had taken her virginity, Lily was so worn out, she had slept through the night, naked and curled up in the crib. When she next opened her eyes, it was to the sight of Papa standing by her crib with a strange woman. Crying out, she tried to hide her nakedness by turning on her stomach.
"Now, now. None of that!” said the woman, “There will be no hiding your cute titties from your Papa."
Lily felt a stinging slap to her exposed bottom. Grabbing her cheeks, she turned onto her back, sending a pleading look to Papa who laughed and stroked her hair. Lily took in his disheveled appearance and realized he must have stayed by her side the entire night.
"Lily meet your new nanny," he said as he lowered the side of the crib and helped her to stand. Lily felt all the more bare standing in front of the fully clothed older woman. She was in her late forties with pitch black hair pulled back in a severe chignon and a gray uniform with a crisp white apron. From the set of her mouth and lowered eyebrows, Lily could tell this was a woman who would not tolerate any nonsense.
"My Lord, might I suggest a bath for the little one while we talk
"Is Papa hurting your tiny pussy with his cock?" His words were a dark rumble as he breathed harshly against her neck. Rand knew he was being rough with her and part of his mind screamed to gentle his approach, to kiss and coddle her. But the emotions behind the impulse alarmed him. Mistresses were for fucking. He knew in his soul that Lily was different, that what he felt for her went much deeper, but he was not prepared to admit it. Even as he took her innocence and branded her with his seed, he needed to distance himself, to give in to the conflicting desire to both claim and push away.
"Yes ....yes....yes..." Lily mindlessly answered to the rhythm of each thrust. It felt like he had taken over her body. She could feel him moving inside of her, each bruising thrust bringing a fresh wave of pain.
Rand released her knees and bent over her body. Placing one forearm by her head and grasping Lily's throat with his other hand, he tilted her head back and whispered into her ear. "From this day forward, not a day will go by you won't feel my cock in your sweet cunny or struggle to accept it up your small bottom or taste it in the back of your throat." He moved his mouth down her neck to her breast, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth and gently scraping it with his teeth. Rand tortured her breasts while he continued to relentlessly punish her pussy with each powerful lunge.
“Come for Papa, ” he commanded, and it was all too much for Lily. True to her submissive nature, his dominance over her body coupled with the kiss of pain was all she needed to come. Moments later, his cock pulsed as he filled her hot, wet heat with his cum. He had marked her; she was finally his.
Rand left her curled up in the crib as he crossed the room to the water closet to return with a wet linen that he carefully pressed against her sore pussy. After cleaning her, he quietly replaced the crib's side, locking her in. Lily looked up at him with sleepy eyes.
"I love you, Papa," she whispered.
He smiled at her declaration but said nothing for several moments.
"Rest, little one," he finally answered as he stroked her cheek. "Tomorrow you will meet your new nanny."
She had already fallen asleep and did not see him pull the rocking chair close to her crib so he could watch over her. He stared at her cute, pink mouth gently open in sleep, the dark fan of eyelashes against her flushed cheeks, and knew he was a fool to try and distance himself. He had fallen in love with her from the very first moment and the more she gave of herself to him, the deeper he fell. It made him wonder who had truly submitted.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Meeting the Nanny
"Such a sweet little one! You are a lucky man, if I may be so bold, your Lordship."
"You may."
After Papa had taken her virginity, Lily was so worn out, she had slept through the night, naked and curled up in the crib. When she next opened her eyes, it was to the sight of Papa standing by her crib with a strange woman. Crying out, she tried to hide her nakedness by turning on her stomach.
"Now, now. None of that!” said the woman, “There will be no hiding your cute titties from your Papa."
Lily felt a stinging slap to her exposed bottom. Grabbing her cheeks, she turned onto her back, sending a pleading look to Papa who laughed and stroked her hair. Lily took in his disheveled appearance and realized he must have stayed by her side the entire night.
"Lily meet your new nanny," he said as he lowered the side of the crib and helped her to stand. Lily felt all the more bare standing in front of the fully clothed older woman. She was in her late forties with pitch black hair pulled back in a severe chignon and a gray uniform with a crisp white apron. From the set of her mouth and lowered eyebrows, Lily could tell this was a woman who would not tolerate any nonsense.
"My Lord, might I suggest a bath for the little one while we talk
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