Claimed (The Women of Wintercrest #3) (6 page)

“That’s right, as long as you live, even if we have our own little ones one day.  You may have t
o grow up for our children, but Louisa, in this room you will always and forever be my special little lady.  You will always go across my lap and be spanked when you are naughty,” Edward said, and Louisa knew he spoke the truth and found she expected nothing less.  After another few minutes, Edward continued:  “I know that sisters tend to tell each other almost everything, Louisa.”  She felt his hand move to press against her inner thigh.  She shuddered but obediently opened her legs for him.  Her bottom still burned, but she found she was burning between her legs as well.  With another gentle press, she spread herself even more.

“However, little one,” he said as he moved his hand from her bottom to cup her sex.  He found it already slick and getting even slicker and
he smiled.  “Some things are not to be shared.  This, for example,” he said, as he roughly pushed two fingers deep into her body.  Louisa moaned and felt another gush of moisture fill her as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her.  Her little bottom was soon rocking back as if to meet and accept his fingers as deeply inside her body as possible.  Edward smiled softly.  “Or this,” he said, his voice very low as he removed his fingers from her and used them to rub circles around her clit.  It swelled under his attention until she was panting over his lap, her small hands clasping at the sheets beneath her.  “Or this.” He continued his demonstration by patting her hot bottom and saying, “Spread yourself.”  Though her face immediately turned pink, she moved her hands behind her and grasped the punished globes of her bottom and pulled them apart.  “Wider, Louisa, you know how to offer me your bottom-hole properly,” Edward said, and watched as she instantly obeyed him.  Satisfied, he placed one hand over one of her own and brought his other hand to her offered bottom.  Louisa held her breath when she felt him press against her bottom-hole.  She gasped loudly, but didn’t shriek or protest - or even attempt to pull away - as he penetrated her small opening with first one finger, but then soon adding a second, into her bottom.

“These are private things, Louisa.  You will not speak of what happens in a marriage bed.  Lucille is an innocent and shall remain that way until she weds.  It is not your place, nor, little lady, is it even mine
, to speak of such things.  Just as you did, your sister will train at her husband’s feet.  He is the only one to speak of these things.  Do you understand me?”  Louisa was finding it difficult to summon her voice as the sensations he was causing were making her entire body respond.

“Ye…yes, Pa…Papa,” she finally managed to moan.  Edward nodded and then removed his fingers rather roughly
, causing her to give her first small cry of discomfort.  Edward lifted her from his lap and sat her down beside him.

“I do not mind that your sister knows you suckle a bottle when given one,” he said
, and reached out to take one of her hands, placing it around his erection.  He saw her face flush as she quickly understood his intentions.  He nodded and then placed his hand on the back of her head and gently guided her down to his lap.  She obediently opened her lips and took him inside her mouth and began to suckle.  “I will not have her discover you suckle my cock as penance when I’ve had cause to spank or paddle your bottom, Louisa,” he said, and she flushed hotly, thinking she would be so ashamed if her sister knew the types of things her sister did naked in bed with her husband.  Edward allowed her to continue for several long moments before pulling her from his shaft and pushing her onto her back.  He draped her legs over his shoulders.  Louisa’s eyes showed surprise as he positioned himself.  He had never before interrupted her penance without first reaching his culmination.  Edward bent to suckle at her breasts.  She arched up to meet his mouth, her nipples hard and tight with her arousal.  Edward lifted his mouth from her breasts.  “Or this,” he said, before ramming hard into her.  She moaned, arched her back and reached behind her for the rails.  Edward smiled as her hands grasped the bed, her hips moving to match his rhythm.

“This, Louisa,” he said
, as he thrust in and out of her…“This is only shared between a man and his wife, a Papa and his special little one,” Edward said.  “Men have different desires, little lady, and it is only her husband that Lucille will need to learn to please.  She is not to go into any marriage with knowledge that might cause her to question her husband’s directions.  Just as you are learning to serve me as I desire, your sister will one day service her own husband.”

“Yes…yes, Papa,” she gasped,
taking in his words, her climax building as he took her hard and fast.  Edward knew she was incredibly close to her culmination.

“
Her husband will teach her that she is capable of incredible pleasure, Louisa,” Edward said, pushing deep within her, placing his fingers on her erect clitoris and pinching it hard.  She moaned deeply, her hips rising and thrusting against his fingers.  “Only her husband will allow her to learn the difference between a burning bottom from his hand, or the burning between her legs when he pleasures her with that same hand.”  Louisa was moaning and on the edge as his words and fingers filled her mind with erotic pictures.

“Ye…yes, Papa, ooooh, Papa…
please…please…” she moaned, her insides spiraling up to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

“
Only her husband will teach her to beg for permission to take her pleasure, to explode around his cock or on his fingers or in his mouth,” he said softly, watching the desire to spend spread over every inch of her beautiful body and face.  “Only her husband will say, ‘Take your pleasure, little one’ just as I am saying to my little lady.  Take yours, Louisa, take it now,” he demanded, and within a few more strokes she obeyed, her body arching as he drove her over the edge, her cries of intense pleasure filling the same air that her earlier cries of pain had occupied.  Edward poured himself into her as she contracted. 

It was another several moments before he could speak again. He pulled from her body and turned her onto her stomach.  Louisa was attempting to regain her senses from her climax but found her attention suddenly
riveted to what her husband was doing.

He
used his own hands to once again spread her bottom cheeks apart and thrust his finger deep inside her.  “Remember my words, little one, for if I discover you have disobeyed me, not only will I put you over your punishment pillow and cane you harder than you’ve ever been caned before…”  He paused as she whimpered at his words.  “…I will then spread you apart just as I am now and punish you deep inside your little bottom.  Am I clear, Louisa?  Do you have any questions about what I have ordered?”  Louisa felt his finger moving in and out of her bottom and remembered the plugs he often used to punish her or remind her to behave.  He had told her that one day he would claim her bottom as his own.  She knew, however, that the threat he had just made would not be that type of claiming.  If she disobeyed him in this, he would not gently open her or allow her to prepare herself by wearing a plug.  No, he would cane her until her bottom was a hot, throbbing mass and then he would push himself inside her passage and punish her intimately.  She clenched her eyes tight and nodded.

“I…I understand, Papa.  I…I promise…I…I will remember,” she said.  “I…I won’
t tell Lucy any…anything about…about this.”  Edward knew she would remember both his threat and prayed she’d remember her promise.  He slowly removed his finger from her and then guided her to her knees.  He was soon buried deep inside her pussey, bringing her to another culmination.  Afterwards, he gathered her to his side and kissed her gently.

“Thank you, Papa,” Louisa said sleepily.  She was exhausted and totally sated.  Edward kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, Louisa,” he said. “Just remember.”

“I will, Papa, I will,” she promised again.

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The next evening when Edward returned home he heard the sound of carefree giggling.  He followed the sound and found his two girls sitting on the floor of the library, playing with their dolls.  He leaned against the doorframe and simply enjoyed them.  He knew that there would be many days of appointments given, many a time one or both bottoms would be bared to him for discipline.  However, for this moment, he found he was a very contented man.

Lucy climbed nearly to the top of the library’s ladder, giving a small groan as she stretched to reach the object of her desire ensconced upon the uppermost shelf.  Nearly touching the book’s spine, her concentration was suddenly shattered by a man’s voice:

“What the hell do you think you are doing?”

Lucy’s heart
almost stopped beating; she released a piercing scream as she felt her feet going out from under her, suddenly finding herself tucked under a strange man’s arm, suspended in the air.  She gave another scream and kicked her feet, and instantly a hard hand began to rapidly swat her bottom.

“No!” she screamed as her struggles i
ncreased.  Unlike the single smack she had received from Charles, this man was spanking her repeatedly, and her bottom was beginning to burn, despite its covering.  “Stop!  Put me down!” she demanded, too surprised to cry.  One of her feet finally managed to connect to his leg and she heard him let out a breath.

“Whoa, settle down,” the man said
, as she continued to struggle in his arms.  He couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across his face.  She was such a tiny little thing!  When she began to pound her fists against his thigh, he stopped slapping her bottom and simply held her out from his body, her feet still kicking, unable to reach the ground.

“
I said, put me down!” she demanded, observing the smile that betrayed his amusement at her predicament.  She was suddenly aware of his hands at her waist, the heat seeming to sear through the fabric.  She struggled harder to escape and saw his smile widen. 

“You are truly a tiny little thing aren’t you?” he said
, thinking Edward was a very lucky man.  Though obviously frightened when he had plucked her off the ladder, she wasn’t acting out of fear.  No, he thought, the little hellion was attempting to scratch him like a feral cat.

“Put Me Down!” Lucy
hissed, again reminding him of a very upset feline.  When she wasn’t immediately released, she reached out and slapped him.  His smile dropped off his face as he discovered Edward’s little kitten had claws.

Lucy’s face showed her shock at her action. 
“Oh, God…I’m sorry!” she said, her face turning red.  “I…I didn’t mean to…”

“Slap me?” he suggested.  She nodded
, but realized he had still not released her.  She dropped her hands to his muscled forearms and began to push against him.  She might as well have attempted to move a mountain.  The only reactions to her effort were that his hands tightened his hold and she became aware of the heat of his skin under her palms. He had seen the look of horror and then fear cross her face after she slapped him. “I would have thought your husband would have taught you better manners by now,” he said.  “I would think that instead of hitting me, you’d be thanking me, Lady Wintercrest.  After all, I did just save you from a nasty fall.”  She shook her head as if denying his claim.

“
You…you spanked me!” she said hotly. “I’m not Lady…” she attempted, but was interrupted when he barked out a laugh.

“I’d say I must agree,” he said
, enjoying the flash of anger directed at him.  He found he preferred her spirit to her fear.  “Ladies do not go about striking their guests.  I should spank you properly for that alone.”  Lucy was furious, but suddenly feared he might decide to do just that.

“
I said I was sorry.  Now, please put me down,” she asked, her jaw clamped tightly.  She felt as if she were nothing more than a doll he was playing with.  He slowly lowered her until her feet felt the floor and then even more slowly released his hold on her tiny waist.  Once free, Lucy took several steps backwards and unconsciously rubbed the back of her dress.  He was the largest man she had ever seen in her life.  He was both taller and broader than Edward, who towered over the girls. 

“Who…who are you?” Lucy sa
id, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m your house guest, Lady Wintercrest,” he said
, and saw her shaking her head vigorously.  He misinterpreted her movement.  “I assure you that I am,” he continued.  “I would think you would have been expecting me or does Edward find it unnecessary to inform his little wife when he invites old friends to visit?  You may not be aware that I was coming, but I promise I have no plans to harm you.”

“Harm me?  Sir, you just spanked me!  Do you believe it is correct to spank another man’s wife?” she hissed
, even as her heart pounded and her blood seemed to be rushing through her veins.  She could easily remember the feel of his huge hand slapping at her bottom, his palm almost covering her entire bottom with each hard smack. 

“If you think that was a spanking, little one, then Edward has grown quite soft,” he said with a grin.  “I ba
rely even tapped your bottom.”

Lucy
slowly backed away until she was pressed up against the bookcases.  Suddenly she realized that he truly believed her to be Edward’s wife and yet still had no problem tending to her as if she were nothing more than a naughty child.  She understood that whoever he was, he was a man of Edward’s ilk.

He reached out to gently place his hand on her arm.  Lucy
started and felt her entire body shudder at the contact, her stomach fluttering.  Her face must have shown her distress because he quickly had his hands on her shoulders.

“Breathe, Lady Wintercrest, just breathe.  You are safe.  Nothing is going to happen to you,” he said
, concerned about how pale she had become.  She really was a beautiful thing and he found he wanted to pick her up and offer her his comfort.  He stepped closer and heard her moan.  He found himself wondering what was causing her reaction and remembered she was another man’s wife.  Of course she was distressed.  He was about to speak again when another person joined the conversation.

“
What on earth have you done now?” Mrs. Bremmer said, as she and Molly came running into the room.  “Why were you screaming?” When she realized who the man was, her entire attitude changed.

“Lucas?” she said
, and then squealed like a young girl.  Lucas Huntington released his hold on the small woman and turned to Anna.  She flung her arms around him and squealed again as he lifted her off her feet and twirled her around.  Both Molly’s and Lucy’s mouths dropped open at the sight.  Anna laughed and finally demanded to be put down.  Lucy watched as he gently placed her onto her feet and wondered why he hadn’t immediately done the same for her when she demanded it.  Her mouth snapped closed and she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Lucas, you’re days early,” Anna semi-scolded.  Lucas smiled and
then laughed.

“Don’t be angry
, Miss Anna,” he said.  “I finished my business early and found I couldn’t wait to come and meet the young woman Edward wrote me about.  If she is anything like Lady Wintercrest here, I’m sure he has his hands quite full.”  Lucy felt her face heat and wished she could simply disappear.  Mrs. Bremmer looked confused.

“Lady Wintercrest?” she said and then turned to Lucy.  Her eyes narrowed slightly.  “
Missy, have you been passing yourself off as your sister again?” she demanded.  Lucy shook her head.

“No, Ma’am.  He didn’t give me a chance to explain,” she said as her eyes pinned the man.  “He grabbed me off the ladder and scared me to death. 
He…he even…” she couldn’t admit the spanking.  “This is all his fault,” she said even as her anger grew.  She just knew she would be punished for something that was not her fault.  Lucas looked confused and the confusion escalated when he heard Edward’s voice.

“Lucas Huntington,” Edward called
, as he and Louisa walked into the library.  Louisa felt him release her hand as he strode across the room.  The two men were soon wrapped in a bear hug.  All four women watched in amazement as they pounded each other on the back.  Louisa walked to her sister and wondered at the look on her face.

“What happened?” she whispered
.  Lucy shook her head, which was beginning to pound with everything that had occurred.  Edward and Lucas finally separated, both grinning.

“Come, I want you to meet my wife,” Edward said and pulled the man towards the girls.  Lucas took a step and then froze.  Standing next to the girl he had plucked from the ladder was another girl.
  Edward had never mentioned the girls were identical twins.  Despite the difference in their attire, Lucas knew they were mirror images of each other.  Edward grinned, as his surprise seemed to have worked well.

“Lucas, may I present my wife, Louisa,” Edward said taking her hand and pulling her to him.  Lucas looked down at the tiny girl and made a small bow.

“The pleasure is mine, Lady Wintercrest,” he said and bent to kiss her cheek.  Edward gave him a gentle push.

“She’s mine, Lucas
, so no more kissing my wife.  You may address her as Louisa,” Edward said, reminding his friend of his wife’s station.  “Louisa, this huge oaf is my childhood friend, Lord Lucas Huntington.”  Louisa smiled and made a small curtsey.  Lucas thought her smile was beautiful and welcoming.

“Welcome to Wintercrest
, Lord Huntington,” Louisa said.  “I know Papa has been looking forward to your arrival.  It is a delight to have you visit our home.”  He heard her address and knew that Edward had finally fulfilled his dreams of finding his perfect child bride.  He gave her a smile and another small bow.  She had been warm and welcoming, her voice soft.  He then turned to Lucille remembering her voice as she gasped and hissed and then practically growled at him.

“
Then you must be Miss Furniss,” Lucas said, and was amused to see her eyes still flashed.  “I owe you an apology,” he said, and smiled.  “I didn’t mean to either scare you or embarrass you.”  Edward’s eyebrow lifted at the confusing conversation.

“Can someone please enlighten me?  What happened, Lucille?”  Edward asked.  Lucy took a deep breath
, noticing the man had not apologized for spanking her! 

“I was just getting a book, Sir,” she began.  “He…he yanked me off the ladder and wouldn’t put me down.  I
…I never said I was Louisa…he…he just wouldn’t listen!” Lucy said in a rush.  Edward saw Anna shaking her head and turned to her as well.

“She was screaming, Sir, liked to scare me to death,” Anna said. 
Lucas was grinning, quite aware the little thing had not admitted to his spanking her.

“Edward, I take full blame.  I wanted to
surprise you.  I didn’t knock; I just came in.  I found this little one hanging from a ladder and decided to rescue her….”

“I was not hanging!” Lucy declared
, rolling her eyes and then stamping her foot.  Suddenly she realized she had just interrupted a very important guest of Edward’s.  “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said seeing Edward’s eyes give her a warning.  “I…I didn’t mean to interrupt.”  She knew she should quit but couldn’t seem to stop herself.  “But, I was not hanging!  I was just getting my book when he…he grabbed me and wouldn’t put me down!”  Edward heard his friend laugh loudly.

“
Edward, your little ward is the size of a kitten, but I assure you she can fight like a lioness.  She even showed her claws and slapped me when all I was doing was saving her from breaking an arm or a leg or even worse,” Lucas said, not aware that Lucy’s color had paled or that her hands were twisting in the fabric of her dress.  He simply continued:  “Of course, if I’d known she was capable of clinging to shelves with those claws, I suppose I would have simply stood back and watched the show.”  Lucy felt her face burn as a flush rose up her neck.  He made her sound like a silly, stupid girl.  She had climbed the ladder hundreds of times without all this drama.  Edward had looked at her when Lucas said she had slapped him.  Lucy found herself waiting for him to give her an appointment or simply decide to spank her right where she stood.  Edward shocked her when he laughed loudly.

“
It’s about time someone took you to task, Lucas.  You can’t think you are in true danger.  As you’ve mentioned, Lucille is a tiny little thing.  Perhaps if you had been your usual charming self, you would have been able to make her purr instead of hiss with fright.”  Lucas laughed and made a show of bowing to Lucy.

“Forgive me, little kitten, I concede you are correct.”  Lucy looked up and then between the two friends.  She saw Edward’s smile and saw that his friend was still bent in an exaggerated bow.

“Please, I…I forgive you,” she said softly, her face heating anew.  She was most definitely not accustomed to hearing someone other than herself ask for forgiveness.  She felt her insides twist as she tried to understand what she was feeling.  Despite Lucy’s discomfort, the rest of the group seemed amused.  Mrs. Bremmer, nowhere near as forgiving as her employer, walked up to Lucy.

“
I would think a hand slapped against your bottom would serve you much better than all this bowing, Lucille,” she said sternly.  “Imagine what Lord Huntington must truly think about your behavior.  He is simply being polite.  We all know that proper young ladies do not go about screeching like banshees or slapping houseguests.” Lucy dropped her eyes, her stomach twisting even further praying no one ever learned about all that had happened.  “Before I decide to turn you over my knee, I suggest you get upstairs and change your dress, Lucille.  Your antics ripped your skirt. Lord Wintercrest does not need to waste his money on fine dresses if you are so careless with them.  You will spend this evening repairing the damage,” she said, and motioned for Molly to escort Lucy to her room.  Lucas watched as Lucy’s face heated, but saw that she immediately obeyed Anna’s order.