That night, Rose lay in bed with a smile fixed across her face. Not only had she survived the day out, she had managed to tease Titus so much, he had taken her home early. It was amusing to see how much power she had over him, when it seemed to the world as if she were the meek little girl doing exactly what she was told.

They had strolled from the house into town, Titus leading her by the arm and nodding greetings to those he passed. Rose could not bring herself to speak, afraid she might utter an uncontrollable moan if she were to so much as open her mouth. She was aware of the plug and only the plug, the permanence of its presence grinding away inside her as they walked. The most embarrassing part was the fact that at any moment someone might accuse her of having that thing inside her and she would be unable to deny it.

It was a ridiculous thought. The likelihood of anyone thinking her shuffling walk and wild eyes were due to the plug was miniscule, though it didn’t stop her worrying about it all the same. By the time they’d been out for an hour, she was finding it hard to control herself, her breathing becoming laboured. She began whispering in Titus’s ear whenever she got a chance, telling him how wet she had become, how much she wanted him inside her, how much she needed the feel of his member in her.

She was gratified to see his reaction, the way his cheeks coloured and his attention wandered from those around him, making him stare at her more and more often. “I cannot remain out here any longer,” he said after she whispered a request to taste his seed. “I must take you home.”

He set off marching, Rose wincing as she tried to keep up with him. They were still a mile or two from the house when he cursed out loud, grabbing her and pulling her down an alleyway. Glancing out to make sure they were hidden from view, he pulled out his member and pushed her to her knees. “Keep still,” he said, shoving himself past her lips. She stared up at him as he ground his hips against her face, burying himself in her throat, his hardness throbbing on her tongue, the heat of it making her want him all the more.

She almost choked, he remained buried in her so long. As he pulled out, she took a deep breath but before she could taste him again, he’d yanked her upright, twisting her round and bending her over. She pressed her hands against the wall, glancing around to see people passing by on the main street. If any of them were to look this way, they would see her with her dress around her waist, the plug protruding from her, his member sliding deep into her as she bit her lip to keep quiet.

The sensation of him inside her drove her wild. With each thrust of his hips, the plug was pushed further into her, making the heat inside her burn all the fiercer. He was not gentle, nor slow. He slammed back and forth inside her, all the teasing she had done clearly having had the desired effect. Within minutes, he let out a quiet groan, ramming himself all the way into her as his member jerked inside her, spurting his hot seed deep into her core.

“Is that you, Mr. Burlingham?” a voice called out as he slid from her. “It is! What on earth are you doing down there.”

Rose frantically tugged the dress back into place as her father walked down the alleyway towards them, doffing his hat to her tutor. “Thought it was a short cut to the park,” Titus replied.

“Is it?”

“Dead end I’m afraid.”

“Rose, my girl, are you all right? You look rather flushed.”

“Fine, Father,” Rose said, fixing a smile on her face, the weight of the plug making it hard for her to keep her voice under control. “Are you out for a walk?”

“Actually, I came looking for you two. Wondered if you’d like to have lunch out with me? Lavinia is at her sewing circle so I’m at a bit of a loose end.”

“I would love to,” Titus said, glancing at Rose as she shook her head almost imperceptibly. “Although we should get back. Lessons to complete and all that.”

“Of course, of course. Pity but never mind. I’m sure I’ll find someone to talk to. Well, see you later on then.”

Titus nodded, leading Rose out of the alleyway to the street beyond. As they walked, Rose could feel his seed leaking from her, soaking into her knickers. By the time she got home, she realised two things. One was that a plug was a wonderfully teasing thing. Two, she was madly and totally in love with her Papa.

She was left with Mama to change back into her little clothes. Only when that was done was she given permission to remove the plug. For the rest of the day, she felt its absence almost as keenly as she had felt its presence. By that night, a grin was fixed on her face, the thought of how easily she had been able to tease him. He tucked her in and wished her goodnight whilst she continued to beam up at him.

“Why are you smiling so much?” he asked after kissing her forehead.

“No reason,” she replied, leaving him to frown as he left. Wait until tomorrow, she thought with a quiet giggle. She thought just how much fun the day had been, even though she had almost been caught in the very act of carnality with Papa.

Closing her eyes, she began to mull over just what she was going to do the next day. She went to sleep dreaming of Titus, her every thought fixed on him, her soul given over to him, knowing she would never love another as long as she lived.