Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
It had been a fortnight since their wedding and Mari could not have been happier.
Her days were busy learning her role as the Duchess of Norwich which included household matters as well as activities in the community.
She had taken a special interest in a home for orphaned children and had excitedly told Theo of her ideas for improvements.
Theo had returned to his duties too. Mari never imagined that a duke would have so much to do. But every afternoon, he made sure to spend time with her in her nursery where they had special Papa and Little Mari time.
On this particular afternoon, Papa had dressed her in a short dress and pinafore and was in the process of styling her hair into long braids with ribbons at the end. He held up a mirror for her to see his handiwork.
“Papa!” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “I look like Garland! Are you mad at Little Mari?”
Papa chuckled. “You could never, ever look like Garland. Besides, it was overhearing your conversation with her about her hair and how you wanted to help her style it better that made me fall in love with you.”
Mari looked at her hair again. “Well, if you fell in love with me over Garland’s hair, then I suppose this will have to do.”
“Oh you little minx,” Papa said with a growl and Mari scampered away from him, running around the nursery and laughing delightedly at the game.
“I’m going to turn you over my knee when I catch you,” he said.
“No Papa,” she cried. “You can’t spank Little Mari. Little Mari is a good girl.” Then she crawled under her bed and hid, clutching her stuffed bunny to her chest.
Papa got down on his knees and peered beneath the mattress at her, then crooked his finger. “Come out from under there, Mari. Papa will not be happy if he has to crawl down there to get you.”
“Papa won’t fit,” Mari said with a giggle.
“Papa fits lots of places that you didn’t think he’d be able to get into,” he said, giving her a look that made her lady bits tingle.
“Well, that’s true,” she said, feeling herself flush.
“I don’t think you want to find out if Papa will fit under there because then you’ll be getting a spanking.”
“No spanking. Treat. Mari wants a treat.”
A heated look passed over Papa’s face.
“Well, there is a treat I’ve been meaning to give you,” he said. “And if you come out of there right now, I’ll let you have it.”
“What if I don’t?” she whispered.
“Then you won’t get the special treat Papa has for you and you’ll have a very sore bottom.”
Little Mari did not need to be told twice and quick as a wink she was out from under the bed standing in front of her papa. “I’m ready for my treat!” She grinned up at him. “What is it, Papa? Another stuffed toy? Or a bit of candy?”
Papa had given her so many gifts since their wedding she felt positively greedy expecting more, but he said he had something for her already so why shouldn’t she have it?
“Well, this is a very special treat that Papa would never give to anyone but you.”
Mari’s eyes lit up. “Truly?”
Papa picked up a pillow from the bed and put it on the floor between his feet. “You will need to kneel right here and close your eyes while I get the treat ready for you.”
Mari eyed Papa suspiciously but did as instructed, though she couldn’t help but peek and she gasped when she saw that he was removing his clothes.
“Uh-uh-uh,” Papa tsked and wagged his finger at her. “If you peek I will have to blindfold you.”
They had already played some bedroom games that involved a blindfold, so Mari did not take that as a threat, but she did want to see the treat Papa had for her, so she closed her eyes tight and waited as patiently as she could.
“Open your mouth, Little Mari,” her husband ordered.
She licked her lips and did as instructed, anticipating a piece of sweet candy or perhaps a sugary pastry.
Mari startled when she realized that what was on her lips was not a confection, but it was Papa’s cock.
She did not even need to open her eyes to know.
Though she had never tasted this part of her husband before, she was intimately familiar with her papa’s firm cock that gave her so much pleasure.
Papa had shown her how to stroke it in just the right way to bring him to to a climax.
And now, it rested on her lips. “Open your eyes, little Mari,” Papa said, his voice husky. “I want to look into your eyes as you suck on my cock.”
His stern words made Mari’s toes wiggle and moisture gathered in her nether region.
She opened her eyes and looked up into the beautiful blue eyes she first fell in love with in the garden of Talcott House. That day they had been gentle and kind. Today they were dark with desire as he gazed down at her. His hand rested on the back of her head, holding her in place.
“Now, Mari, Papa is going to fuck your mouth with his cock.”
Mari had come to learn that her papa liked to use coarse language, very un-ducal, when they were together.
He was a dirty-talking duke and rather than be offended, she found it arousing.
As if anything could add to the arousal she felt constantly when in her husband’s presence.
He had awakened longings and desires in her that she never knew were possible.
Not only had he awakened them. He had fulfilled them and promised more to come.
“Your punishment, little Mari, for teasing Papa and running off is that you are going to get your mouth fucked and you are not allowed to reach a climax until Papa says you may. Do you understand?”
She looked up at him, her mouth filled with his cock and simply nodded.
“Good girl,” he said, then gripped the braids on either side of her head and commenced a vigorous fucking of her mouth.
Mari kept her lips tightly clasped around his appendage and used her tongue to tease the underside as he plunged in and out of her, the tip touching the back of her throat and causing tears to well in her eyes.
Heat pooled in her core and she clenched the walls of her sex in an effort to create friction.
“Remember, you are not to reach a climax without my permission,” Papa said, his voice raspy with the effort to speak while his passion grew.
She kept her gaze on Papa and the rapturous expression on his face as he reached his climax and spurted his seed into her mouth.
“Swallow every drop, little girl,” Papa said as he slowly withdrew his cock from between her lips. Mari gave it one last lick before she swallowed his essence.
Her breathing was ragged and she ached for release. The taste of her husband’s seed lingered on her tongue and heightened her longing.
“You did a very good job, Mari. As I knew you would.” His hand caressed the side of her face and she turned to place a kiss in the center of his palm.
Then she gazed up at him, her eyes pleading for release.
“Ah, my poor girl needs an orgasm, doesn’t she?” His words were sympathetic but his tone was teasing, and Mari wasn’t sure she liked being teased when she was clearly on edge.
“You did such a nice job with Papa’s cock in your mouth that I am going to return the favor.”
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 and it 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.