Doctor Preston's Little Bride

by Madisen, Samantha

  “It’s lovely to see you, dear!” her aunt squealed, walking around her slowly as if she were admiring a fine statue she was seeing for the first time. “But look what a lady you’ve become; I can hardly believe it!”

  Priscilla smiled a demure but gracious smile. “Thank you, aunt, but it has little to do with me. It’s all thanks to my…” Priscilla stopped, the word “papa” hanging from the tip of her tongue. “It’s all Charles’ doing. It’s him who you must thank.”

  “Nonsense,” Charles snapped. “I’ve never had a finer student, or one who has responded so perfectly to my instruction.”

  “But doctor, she speaks and acts like a lady now! What are your secrets?” her aunt asked, her tone incredulous.

  “There are no problems with a young woman’s behavior that a stern and loving hand won’t fix. Priscilla just happened to have a proclivity to follow such direction. She was born to be the woman that she is today. She simply had no one to guide her behavior.”

  “I owe you a deep debt of gratitude, doctor,” her aunt said, bowing her head. “How will I be able to repay you for helping my young niece?”

  “No payment shall be necessary, I assure you. The fact that I have what I desired most, a wife as beautiful and kind as this, makes me think that any debt should be paid to you, Miss Peyne. I will be eternally grateful to you for bringing Priscilla into my life.”

  “Oh, doctor!” her aunt squealed, waving away the compliment and thanks.

  “Now ladies, if you’ll follow me, I believe we have a wedding to attend.”

  Charles led Priscilla down the hall, followed by her aunt, then down the large staircase and into the dining hall where a simple ceremony had been prepared. A few of his best students, some who had attended her intimate examination, had been invited along with a few colleagues from the physicians’ association.

  Priscilla walked proudly through the milling crowd, partly unable to believe her fortune at having met this wonderful man she would soon come to call husband and partly dwelling on the recent change in their relations.

  The ceremony was simple and brief and was followed by light refreshments for everyone.

  “Oh, if only your parents were here to see this,” her aunt said, standing next to her and looking at her with teary eyes. Priscilla felt some sadness that her parents weren’t there, but the feeling paled in comparison to the growing sense of loss she felt when she thought about Charles no longer being her papa.

  Once the guests had left and her aunt had been helped to her carriage, with the promise of many more visits ahead, Nurse Stanwick accompanied Priscilla back to her room to help remove her clothes.

  “You look tired, dear,” the nurse said, her soothing tone taking Priscilla completely by surprise.

  “Yes, I am a bit. It was a long day with much excitement.”

  “Well, you’ll have to find some more energy, it’s not over yet.” Priscilla tilted her head, puzzled by the nurse’s curious smile.

  “I meant to take an early night tonight, why would I need more energy?”

  “My dear, the doctor has asked you be presented in his chambers. You are his wife, it is his right and duty to seal your nuptials and consummate your marriage on your wedding day.”

  A ripple of excitement rushed through Priscilla. The ache of longing began between her legs and her weariness seemed to lift along with the dress Nurse Stanwick helped her out of. She looked at herself in the mirror, completely naked yet unashamed despite the nurse’s presence. Her pink nipples were stiff and ready and her core longed for her husband.

  As the nurse placed a fine satin robe on her shoulders and covered her with it, Priscilla revelled in the smooth sensation of it gliding along her skin. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a worry wandered but her desire to finally feel the doctor’s touch kept it in the shadows. Following the nurse, Priscilla let herself be led to the doctor’s—her husband’s—private room.

  Chapter Eleven

  Priscilla walked slowly into the candlelit room. It was a beautiful scene with what must have been a hundred candles throughout.

  Yet Priscilla looked back at Nurse Stanwick, worried. There was still some modicum of modesty that made her shudder at being exposed and seeing her husband in such bright light.

  “Are you sure he asked that I be brought to this room?” she asked, a little wary of entering any further.

  “This is the room. Good night, Priscilla and good dreams.” Nurse Stanwick pulled the door shut. It was not long before it swung open again. She spun to watch the figure of Charles as he stepped inside.

  “My beautiful Priscilla,” he whispered. He was wearing a heavy velvet robe. He moved toward her and put his arms around her shoulders.

  “Why is there so much light?” she asked softly, her arousal growing with each step he took closer to her.

  “It is our wedding night. I want us both to see each other completely. So we know we have no secrets.”

  Priscilla looked at his handsome, broad frame for a moment but turned her eyes down at the sudden swell of disappointment she felt again.

  No, she thought. I won’t let my own silliness ruin this night! Breathing deeply, she looked up at her husband once more.

  “Would you prefer that I blow them out?” he asked, pulling her close. She felt the heat emanating from his body. It warmed her inside and made her wet between the thighs.

  “Whatever you want,” she replied, stopping herself before she could say the word “papa.” That was not their relationship any longer.

  “I only want you, my beautiful Priscilla,” she heard him whisper as he pressed his cheek to hers and kissed her gently on the neck.

  A shiver of pleasure raced through her and she stood even straighter, her breasts jutting toward him as she felt his hand graze the skin on her arm. Suddenly, she felt herself being picked up and she stifled a squeal at the sensation. He carried her to the large four-poster bed, their bed now, and set her gently upon it. She longed for him to lie down next to her, to crawl onto the mattress and press her into it with his weight.

  Instead, he stood, gazing down at her, the bulge of his excitement showing in his trousers. Slowly, he pulled apart the buttons of his shirt, his gaze never leaving her. She felt the heat of it as his eyes moved along her body. She wanted to open herself, to spread her legs and beg for him, so that he might sate the craving in her core she alone couldn’t quell.

  As she watched the shirt drop from his shoulders to reveal the mass of muscle of his broad chest, Priscilla knew she’d never had such a fine point placed on her desire.

  “Open your legs for me,” he ordered with a rumble.

  She obliged eagerly, spreading herself open and letting the satin of the robe slide gently from her skin. She was breathing heavily now, unsure of what he would do with her next. He’d never once placed her in such a position but her body seemed to crave it most of all.

  He knelt slowly at the foot of the bed, his hands moving along the sheets until they were on her rear, until she felt herself being pulled toward him.

  Priscilla gasped as he pushed himself between her thighs. This, surely, was the most embarrassing thing that had happened to her yet; a man’s face, even if it was her husband’s, in such close proximity to her sex.

  “Don’t be shy with me, my wife,” he growled from in between her legs. “You are properly mine now and I will take you as I please.”

  She sank graciously into that feeling his words evoked. Perhaps that was what she had been mourning? Perhaps that was what her sadness had been about? That she would no longer have the man with whom she’d felt so safe and cared for? That now she would have an equal stake in making their happiness?

  There was no time to ponder it though, because when she looked at her husband again, it was to the sight of his lips sinking onto the softness of her sex.

  “Oh!” Priscilla moaned, overcome by the sudden heat and wetness his mouth brought upon her flesh. She felt his strong hands lift her slightly as his t
ongue traveled up and down her slit.

  Her thighs came up, swaying gently about his head as he plundered her greedily. The pleasure of his mouth was unlike any she’d ever experienced before and wave after wave swept over her, sending her cascading toward a climax.

  “Oh, doctor!” she moaned, unable to stop herself from calling him by his title. He was a doctor still, even if he was her husband. A doctor whose mouth was now pressed to her pussy, a doctor who was carefully examining the pleasure she felt in between her legs.

  It seemed to excite him too. His tongue began to move quickly now, gliding up from where he’d been exploring her and finding the spot she’d only felt his fingers on before.

  She moaned again and pushed herself up onto her elbows so that she could see more clearly what was happening between her legs. As his tongue spun a soft, slow circle around that perfect place he’d found, she couldn’t help as her head lolled back and she let out another moan.

  His tempo quickened, the swirling of his tongue causing a whirlwind of pleasure to rise inside her. When she looked back up and into his eyes, they were filled with intent and a fire burned within them.

  Her hips began to move upon his hands, her body taking the shape of a gentle wave as it began to climb toward climax. She brought a hand out from behind her and moved her fingers back behind his head. Gently at first, she pressed him closer to herself and he answered with even more eagerness in his affection.

  “Yes, doctor,” she whispered as the bliss building inside her became almost unbearable. The room seemed to lighten, the blue of the moon filling it now completely. Each sensation began to overwhelm her. The feeling of his hot, muscled shoulders in between her legs. His strong mouth, pressed against her tightly. His tongue spinning inside it, twisting her into pleasure.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she said, each exclamation of the word more urgent than the last. She stared into his eyes, their gazes locked upon each other as he brought her ever closer to her release. When she was almost there, when she felt like she could carry no more of his love or she might burst, she felt him slow, as if he felt it too.

  Her body tensed. Her breath came quickly. They hung there, on the brink.

  Closing his eyes, he sank back onto her gently, resuming his rhythm and sending her barreling into bliss.

  “Oh!” she screamed, her body and voice not her own anymore. She flailed around him, writhing on the bed as she drowned in wave after wave of pleasure. It seemed like it might never end. But it began to ebb slowly. He slowed and she felt herself coming back into herself, drifting back into the room. Once she’d melted back onto the covers, he lifted himself up and stood over her again.

  The bulge in his trousers had grown, as had his own excitement, it seemed. His hands were not as calm now as he fumbled with his belt buckle and the button of his pants. When he finally removed them, her eyes went wide, her mouth agape at the stiff flesh that sprang up there.

  Wordlessly he leaned over her, pushed her legs apart with his, and began to crawl up the length of her body. Her legs fell apart like the petals of a flower as she stared at the rigid thing coming at her. He paused at her chest. Leaning even lower, he took her taut nipple in his mouth, cupping the flesh of her breast in his firm hand.

  She tensed at his bite, the sensation echoing the clamps he’d put on her before. But her body responded willingly, even to the pain and what she wanted most was to grab hold of him, drag him up her body and let him finally thrust himself inside.

  He must have felt her tugging, must have sensed her urgency because when he looked at her, having risen from her breast, it was to admonish her gently. “Not yet, wife,” he growled. “I will take you as I please.”

  She shuddered, not just because of how he’d said it, but because this was what she craved, to feel a man who could control himself, in control of her. Lowering his head, he took her other bud between his lips and squeezed it gently with his teeth.

  Despite her best efforts, she could not help the way her thighs swayed against his body, the way her hips curled up, hoping for the slightest touch of him between her legs. Finally, when he’d finished taking his pleasure from her breasts, he glanced up and she felt him move again.

  She looked down between their bodies, toward the darkening space between her thighs. She saw his cock approach her before it was enveloped in darkness completely. Just then, she felt his hardness touch her.

  Nothing could have prepared her for this pleasure. His stiff rod throbbed against her softness as he took himself in hand and she felt him traveling along her cleft, sliding against the moisture there.

  “Oh, Charles,” she moaned, laying her palms softly on his cheeks in gentle thanks for the sensation. He took his time, lingering against the softness of her sex before she felt him pry her open slightly and start to press. Her legs spread willingly at his advances, her body begging to be filled. But he would not be rushed and as soon as he felt her eagerness, he paused.

  Knowing it was hopeless to resist, that he would take her how he pleased, she settled into the torturous agony that was the wait for him to enter her. As soon as he felt her submission, he began to move again slowly.

  His thick shaft pushed against the soft folds of her sex, spreading them wide until she felt a part of him inside her. She gasped at the feeling and wondered if her body could withstand his member. He held here there, letting her settle into the sensation before moving deeper still.

  “Oh, Charles!” she whispered again as she felt his hardness pressing on her walls inside. “It’s so big! I don’t know if…”

  “Shh…” he silenced her with a finger on her lips. “Your body’s made to take a man of any size. Even mine,” he reassured, knowing the uncommon dimensions of his own girth.

  Her soft thighs drifted open even more as his hips moved closer to hers. She moaned as the hardness began to fill her and finally, finally the ache that she had felt so long at just his presence was abated, if only just a bit.

  As soon as she felt the ridge of his head slip inside though, she felt a difference in his body, in the way he moved. It was Charles, her husband, still between her legs but it was a different man than the one she knew. This one was more urgent, seeking something and not so completely in control. She melted at the thought that it might be her that did this to him, that her body might make him crave her as much as she craved him.

  Sending her hands drifting down his body, she found the hard flesh of his buttocks and urged him inside herself.

  This time, he eagerly obliged. With a final, muscled thrust she felt the entirety of him sink inside her tender wetness and she cried out as she pressed her face against his chest.

  He held himself there for some time, letting her body get used to his as the tips of his fingers ran across her face in a gentle caress. When she looked up at him, she knew her expression was a begging, pleading one. Her body wanted him in his entirety and everything he had to give.

  He seemed to understand her and she felt his hips begin to move.

  His withdrawal started slowly. Each inch of him that left her made her crave him even more. When she thought he would leave completely, she thought she might cry in desperation at the loss. But he didn’t. Instead, he pressed himself inside her with more force, more urgency and she felt his thick shaft fill her tunnel once again.

  His efforts picked up tempo, just as it had when his face had been between her legs. With each thrust, his body grew tenser, more driving, and he pushed her more deeply into the bed. When she looked at his face again, it was hungry, wild. It was no longer the look of a calm and learned doctor, but one of an animal desperate to hunt down what it desired.

  She felt her pleasure grow again as his cock began to flex inside her womb. The hardness of it surprised her and she wrapped her legs around his thighs, her arms around his neck as if clinging to him as he drove them both toward release.

  A thick and viscous pleasure moved inside her now. She closed her eyes and heard herself moan again as he pushed ag
ainst her, driving himself inside. She heard him grunt and she looked up to see him growling as he pressed himself between her thighs. Another climax began to loom.

  “Oh, yes, Charles, please, yes!” she whispered, not quite sure what she was begging for but knowing that her body demanded something from him.

  Her words made him stiffen even more inside her, causing her to want him deeper still. Together, they rocked against each other, her soft look of agony and the curve of her undulating body begging his muscled hardness for a precious gift.

  As her toes began to curl and her body tightened before eruption, she felt him slow and once again their eyes met. For one perfect, fleeting moment she had never felt so close to anyone before, or so loved. No matter what life gave or took, what joy or hardship it bestowed, they would always have this together. He would always have Priscilla and she would always have her Charles.

  She felt him flex inside her sex, felt the heat of his eruption, and it pushed her into oblivion. She cried out as her body wrapped itself around him tighter and over and over she felt him driving into her and pressing her into the bed.

  Somewhere in the heat and motion she lost track of everyone and everything until she felt herself lying beside him, curled against his heaving frame.

  “Does something still trouble you, Priscilla?” he whispered through the darkness.

  “No,” she frowned, “why do you ask?”

  “Because I can feel you scowling. What is it, pet?”

  She shook her head against his body. Now was not the time to bring it up. “Let’s sleep?” she whispered back.

  He kissed her on the forehead and together they drifted into sleep.

  Chapter Twelve

  The feeling of Charles’ warmth next to her made Priscilla shudder in a most pleasant way. His body was so much harder than hers. She curled her body closer to his and felt him stir.

  He rolled onto his side and swept her into his strong embrace. His eyes were open now and he was looking at her with a sleepy fondness.