A soft tap on the door caught his attention. Since he had given clear instructions to the employees that he was not to be disturbed, he assumed Cammie had come to check on him and he looked up with pleasure. He had worked hard and deserved a break.
To his surprise, the butler cautiously stepped into the room. “I beg your pardon, my lord, but there is a gentleman here who is quite insistent upon seeing you. I informed him of your desire for privacy this morning,” the butler stepped forward and presented a silver salver with a calling card upon it. Alexander retrieved it and read the unfamiliar name of Lord Nathaniel Grayson.
“I have no knowledge of this man,” he said, looking at the butler quizzically. “Did he give any indication of the nature of his business?”
The butler, looking a bit uncomfortable, said, “My lord, he asked me to mention Talcott House to you.”
Alarmed, Alexander stood. What if there had been an emergency at Talcott House? Although he had found Miss Wickersham a bit stiff in demeanor, he could not fault her matchmaking abilities. And, he would forever have a sentimental attachment to the home which had given shelter, and a new life, to his beloved Camellia. He hated to imagine what his life would be like without the adorable little girl who called him Papa.
The butler showed Lord Grayson into the library and the two men introduced themselves to each other before being seated on opposite sides of Alexander’s desk. Despite the early hour, Alexander poured himself a drink and offered his guest one as well. When Lord Grayson accepted, Alexander wondered if that was an indication of the seriousness of the business which he wished to discuss.
“I understand that you have brought news of Talcott House, Lord Grayson.” Alexander’s pulse raced and he was surprised at the level of anxiety he felt waiting for Grayson to share the purpose of his visit.
Grayson sipped his drink and then set it down. “I apologize if I misled you, my lord. I do not have any news of Talcott House, but I do have a connection to that institution which has brought me here. I have lately wed a young woman named Hyacinth, I believe she and your wife were friends at Talcott House.”
“Ah yes.” Alexander relaxed. “Lady Cavendish has mentioned her often as her best friend at Talcott House. In fact, I had been hoping to arrange a visit as a special treat for my bride. I am sure she will be pleased to know her friend has wed. Has your bride accompanied you today?”
Lord Grayson finished off his drink and did not refuse when a refill was offered. “No, she did not accompany me today, though I hope we may all four become better acquainted in the near future. Right now, however, my little wife is at home spending some time in the naughty chair.”
Lord Cavendish chuckled. “No wonder our two wives were such good friends. They seem to have similar dispositions. Cammie has spent a fair amount of time in the naughty chair as well.”
The two men raised their glasses. “To the little ladies of Talcott House,” Lord Cavendish said.
“To the naughty chair,” Lord Grayson added.
“If I may be so bold, do you mind telling me what your wife has done to earn a long spell in the naughty chair?”
“As a matter of fact, that is the main purpose of my visit to you.” He reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a letter. Even from across his desk, Alexander recognized the handwriting as belonging to his Cammie. After a recent infraction, she had been required to write I will not touch my kitty without permission until she covered numerous sheets of paper, so her unique script caught his attention.
Had she been writing to another? Lord Cavendish was not prone to enviousness, but Lord Grayson was a handsome man and Alexander felt the green haze of jealousy prick at him. However, that was quickly alleviated when Lord Grayson explained further. “I found this letter in my wife’s possession and felt it my duty as her spouse to read its contents since she had been quite surreptitious with it. The stationery contained your wife’s name and address, so I took it upon myself to call here today. I apologize for the intrusion into your privacy, but I believe it was incumbent upon me as a gentleman to alert you to its existence and turn it over to you for proper disposal. And wifely correction, if you so deem.”
Lord Grayson placed the missive on the desk between them. The paper was rumpled and the folds were quite defined, indicating the letter had been read repeatedly. Alexander opened the document and began to read.
At first, his eyes skimmed the page, but soon slowed to carefully take in every word that his very naughty wife had written.
Cammie lay beneath the soft covers of her bed in her special little girl bedroom. She was supposed to be taking a nap, but sleep would not come.
At breakfast Papa had informed her of his plans to get caught up on his correspondence and paperwork in his study and she did not expect to see him until later in the afternoon. He had suggested a mid-morning nap for her as they had tickets to the theater that night and she would need to be well-rested in order to stay up so late.
Papa had helped her to change from her morning dress into a soft lacy nightgown and then tucked her in and stroked the hair away from her face before kissing her on the forehead and wishing her a peaceful slumber.
Cammie had never been to the theater before and the thought of it had her too excited to sleep. All the ladies in their finest gowns and the gentlemen in top hats and long coats—what an affair it would be. She could not wait to see her papa in his best clothes...though she did enjoy seeing him without any clothes best of all.
Marriage to Papa had been even more wonderful than Cammie could have ever imagined. Who would have guessed that she would have fantasies about Papa’s naked body? She felt all wiggly thinking about the feel of his cock inside her kitty. Despite knowing it was against Papa’s rules, she slipped her fingers into her passage, though they were not nearly as thick and hard as Papa’s cock.
Although Nurse Lister and Miss Wickersham had endeavored to teach her what happens between married men and women, she had to admit that their explanation (and demonstration) lacked much of the detail which she had learned from her papa.
Papa was an excellent and patient teacher, showing her all the ways she could please him with her hands and her mouth. Or her kitty and her bottom hole. Papa was a fan of her bottom hole, that was for sure.
Cammie giggled into her pillow and told herself she needed to stop thinking about such naughty things, stop touching her kitty, and get to sleep. She did not want to doze off and miss any of the theater production. Or what if Papa thought she was too tired to go out at all? Reluctantly, she removed her hand and forced herself to concentrate on rest.
She scrunched up her eyes and told herself to go to sleep, but it did not work. Her mind was filled with naughty thoughts and her kitty had begun to purr. Cammie rolled over to her other side and pulled the blankets up over her head. Surely that would bring on sleep.
Inside her makeshift tent, the aroma of her arousal filled her senses. She was going to make a wet spot on her sheets and nightgown and she hadn’t even reached her climax.
Well, if it was the only way to get to sleep and she was already going to need clean linens, then what was the harm in taking the opportunity to indulge in one of her clandestine pastimes. Her hands returned to her kitty and she sighed with the pleasure of it.
She really ought to stop. If Papa caught her, her bottom would pay the price, either with the plug or Papa’s cock. Or, both.