She’d said so herself. She’d asked her husband to return her to status as his ward. She’d been stripped of control, and now lived entirely by his leave.In the parlor, when he’d given her leave to call him papa, her pussy had throbbed in response. Papa. To submit herself to a man at this level gave Penelope a delicious thrill, but there was also fear now. She’d envisioned all the control she’d longed to feel coming from her husband, not from someone else. But Lord Westcott handed it over now to this tall, broad woman with hands nearly as large as his own.Her first glimpse at the beautiful nursery was not with her husband by her side, but a stranger.“Your papa must love you very much to fashion such a room,” the new governess said. “I’ve worked in many a house, and have never seen so fine a nursery.”Penelope walked around, marveling at the beauty of it. It was another surprise, these quarters that encouraged her to immerse herself in a world of safety, order, and care.“There will be a strict schedule now,”
