Doctor Preston's Little Bride

by Madisen, Samantha

  “Did you sleep well your first night as a bride, wife?” he asked with a smile.

  “I slept well, thank you.” Priscilla moved herself closer to him. She felt his member against her leg and couldn’t help that her hand drifted down his chest toward it. She felt it move and pulled her hand away quickly.

  “What’s wrong?” Charles asked, chuckling at her shyness.

  “Nothing… I… I didn’t…”

  He took her hand and guided it back down between his legs. When she felt her fingers on him again, he was already half-hard.

  “You’ve not seen a man’s cock up close before, have you, wife?”

  Her eyes opened wide at the forwardness of the question. He laughed again.

  “I take it that means you haven’t.” He swept the covers away with his hand. Priscilla’s gaze dropped to the member she was holding, now standing at attention. “Go on. Get a little closer,” he urged with a growl.

  Priscilla felt a tremendous need to inspect the thing, to study it. She crept down his body, ignoring the pulsing shame she felt at being so nude and exposed.

  It was a thick, long thing with a bulb at the head. She pulled at the skin, revealing the pink flesh below. He throbbed in her hand at the stroke and grunted. She felt his palm on the back of her head, moving her closer.

  Her mouth opened on its own as her lips approached the engorged cock. She gasped right before her lips pressed against the hard flesh. Coming up onto her knees, she let him move himself inside her mouth.

  He groaned another, lower groan as the firm shaft slid along her wet, pink tongue. It felt so lewd, putting a man’s cock into her mouth, even if that man were her husband. But it filled a deep need inside her as well. She closed her eyes and came back up the thing, enjoying the feeling of it inside her mouth.

  Her hand started to wander down the base of the shaft and in between her husband’s legs. She moaned as she felt the softness of his sack. She heard him grunt and his cock stiffened against her cheeks. A deep ache started between her legs and she felt her wetness come in. She hoped he would take her again, the way he had last night.

  Suddenly, he was pulling her off. His movements were urgent and fierce, but his hands were gentle. He put her on her stomach, her face pressed against the bed.

  Priscilla gasped as she felt her hips being lifted and a pillow pressing between her stomach and the bed. When he let her go, she sank onto it but her rear stayed up in the air. Her face started to burn as she realized that both her holes were completely exposed to him. It thrilled her too and she felt even more moisture come from between her legs.

  The deep need inside her was sated as soon as the strong head of his hard cock touched the soft wetness of her swollen sex. She moaned as he teased her, his cock running the length of her slit, collecting some of her juices.

  Her fingers clutched at the sheets. “Please, Charles!” she hissed in a breathy whisper. She felt his hands grabbing the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart. She felt her sex open slightly, too. She arched her back, trying to push herself closer toward him. The need was so great now. She wanted him desperately to be inside.

  He slid a few more times along her slit. She looked back with desperation in her eyes. She saw him clench the muscles of his jaw, and her mouth dropped open as he drove himself inside.

  Priscilla moaned as the thick length of her husband thrust up into her softest depths. When she thought he’d pushed as much of himself inside her as she could take, she felt his grip on her buttocks harden as he thrust the final third of his manhood deep inside her pussy.

  As he started to thrust, Priscilla pushed back against the bed, trying to come as close to him as she could. She felt an orgasm start to build inside. It grew larger, filled more of her insides with each and every thrust. She felt her pussy start to clutch at his stiff member, as if her body were begging him for his gift.

  As if sensing her closeness, he started to drive himself inside her even harder. The side of her face was pressed against the mattress but she didn’t care. She cared only about one thing: the thing that was welling inside her, ready to explode. She felt her pussy tighten around him again, felt the wetness from it coating his cock.

  She screamed as the orgasm tore through her. Her mind reeled and her hands gripped the sheets. The thundering rhythm of his thrusting held her at the peak of her pleasure. When finally she began to come down, he slowed. Her body went limp.

  She felt him pull himself out. She wondered why. She hadn’t felt him finish but there wasn’t any energy left inside her, even just to turn her head to see what he was doing. She felt his firm head pressed against her bottom hole.

  A smile crept across her lips. She felt scared and happy and loved all at once. She knew this is what the training had been for. She wanted desperately to be a good girl, to give herself to him well. With what little strength she could muster, she arched her back, pushing up her rear for him to have.

  He pressed into her slowly. She moaned. She’d never had anything so big inside. The head of his pulsing cock seemed to stretch her until she thought she could be stretched no more. Just as she was about to turn and say she couldn’t, she felt the ridge of it slip past her tight ring of muscle. She groaned again, into the bed.

  “That’s my good little girl,” he growled from behind her. A shudder of pleasure rushed through her at his words. She pushed back again against the bed, moving onto his length. She was a good girl. She was his good little girl. With a strong thrust, he drove himself inside.

  She felt herself stretched completely by his girth. As he pushed deep inside her, she succumbed to his rough thrusts, letting him take her in any way he liked. His fingers clawed at her rear, spreading her open as his member drove into her over and over again.

  As his love grew more furious, she felt him harden and he began to grunt. She squeezed him with her rear, the way her pussy had. She wanted to feel his love warming her insides.

  “Ugh!” he groaned at the sensation. Priscilla looked back. She caught his eye.

  “Please, papa,” she begged, “fill me with your love!”

  She watched his body shake as his orgasm erupted with a roar. She felt the first pulse of his seed explode inside her and she squeezed him again, begging for more. He thundered against her body, releasing his seed deep inside her until he had nothing left to give. She felt the full weight of his body collapse onto her. He was still inside her. She closed her eyes and smiled. The smile faded as soon as she felt him roll off.

  “Priscilla,” she heard him whisper. She opened her eyes, forcing herself awake.

  “What is it?”

  He looked concerned. “It’s what you said… when I…”

  She knew what he was talking about. It was about how she had called him “papa.”

  “I know,” she interrupted. “I’m sorry. I… I just got caught in the moment.” A part of her wanted to scream, to tell herself to stop talking like that! It was what she wanted, what she needed, to have a strong papa like him. Now she started to feel foolish, like a child who doesn’t know what it wants.

  He smiled. It was a funny, wry smile. “Alright,” he soothed. He seemed unconvinced. “I’ve much to do today.”

  She opened her eyes again to see him getting up. “You do? But it’s our…”

  “I know, my love,” he replied, bending over her with a smile. “Our honeymoon. Rest assured all the arrangements have been made. Nurse Stanwick will help you with your shopping. We’ll meet for dinner before we catch the train tonight. Is that alright?”

  Priscilla had a sinking feeling. Of course she knew it had to be alright. Of course he would have things to do, he was a highly respected doctor and teacher. Surely she hadn’t expected all of his responsibilities to end when they got married? Nevertheless, there was something troubling about the way he was just leaving her like that.

  “Of course it’s alright,” she replied, forcing a smile.

  “Good. Nurse Stanwick will be in soon and I’ll see
you tonight on the train.”

  She watched him put on his robe and slip out the door. Her eyelids felt heavy. She let herself sink beneath the warm blanket of sleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  When Priscilla awoke, she found herself alone in the room with the sun streaming through the window. Sitting up, she looked about the room but saw no sign of Charles. The memory of what he’d said floated to the front of her mind. She sat up at the knock on the door.

  “My heavens, you are a sound sleeper!” Nurse Stanwick said, walking in briskly and throwing open the window. Priscilla shuddered against the sudden blast of cold air from outside and shrank back into the safety of the comforter.

  “Where is he?” she asked, her voice still filled with sleep.

  Nurse Stanwick looked somewhat shocked at the question. “Doctor Preston,” she corrected, “is on his errands. He hasn’t time to dawdle about like this!”

  Priscilla smiled to herself. Now that she wasn’t under the stern woman’s oppression, there was something almost charming to her manner.

  “Now up you get! There’s much to do before your departure!”

  “Departure? Yes… departure,” Priscilla mused, remembering what Charles had said about the train station.

  “Departure. Doctor Preston has arranged for a carriage to take you to the train station tonight. You’re to spend a week on the coast for your honeymoon.”

  Priscilla felt a fluttering in her stomach. Besides having traveled here, she’d never been anywhere exotic in her life. The coast? What would it be like? A train! She sprang out of the bed in excitement.

  “That’s better,” Nurse Stanwick said, sounding pleased. “I’ve brought your things; please dress yourself while I make the bed. There’s a small breakfast I’ve kept waiting for you and then we go to the shops.”

  “Why the shops?” Priscilla asked.

  “You can’t spend a week in your wedding dress, can you? You’ve no other clothes that would befit a woman of your station.”

  Priscilla blushed slightly at the thought of now being of a certain station, but did as the nurse asked and soon was eating an egg together with a buttered piece of bread and coffee.

  The day was spent, as the nurse had promised, going from one shop to the next in search of dresses and hats and shoes that might be worn by a lady on a sandy beach. It was all quite exciting to Priscilla but there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind the whole day. Why hadn’t she said anything when he’d asked her? Why hadn’t she told him that she again wanted to be his little girl? She felt a longing for him that she hadn’t felt in all her time since she’d arrived at the academy.

  They returned just before supper, Priscilla quickening her step through the courtyard and toward the doors. She raced through the door, hoping to find him there, waiting. She found herself quite disappointed that he wasn’t waiting for her when she stepped inside, Priscilla ran to his office, hoping he might be working there. Without bothering to knock, she barged in. It was empty.

  “Excuse me, ma’am?” came the faint voice from behind her. Priscilla spun around to see one of the maids standing at the door. She felt a bristle of her former self as a long tentacle of her temper threatened to lash out at the woman. Priscilla breathed deeply and curled her lips into a smile, beating back the savage beast that had arisen within.

  “Yes, miss?” she asked, her voice kind and warm.

  “I was told to tell you that he… Doctor Preston had some pressing business. He’ll meet you at the train station. That’s what I was told.”

  Priscilla felt her insides sink. All day she’d looked forward to seeing him. She’d tried to pay attention to shopping but all day her mind had been on this moment, on seeing him again. Priscilla felt her heart flutter and she chided herself for how silly she was being. Of course he had business to attend to. He was a very busy man, much in demand. She smiled to herself and shook her head.

  “Thank you,” she answered the woman and stepped back through the door. “Did he say what time?”

  “He said the train leaves at quarter past six, ma’am,” the maid answered.

  Priscilla looked at the clock on the wall. She had a full two hours before the train left.

  “Why don’t you come have your dinner, dear?” Nurse Stanwick asked. Priscilla turned to see the nurse looking quite concerned. It was shocking, to say the least, to see Nurse Stanwick without her scowl. “Don’t worry,” the nurse soothed, “you’ll see him soon enough.”

  Priscilla felt herself bristle at the placation. How was it that the nurse knew what she’d been thinking?

  “I’m fine,” Priscilla snapped as the nurse tried to take her by the hand. The two ate dinner together and Priscilla found herself getting more and more irate with each passing moment that she was having her dinner with the nurse and not with Charles.

  Though Nurse Stanwick tried making some chit-chat, Priscilla brushed her off each time, lost in a tempest of unhappy thoughts. She fidgeted nervously, glaring at any of the staff who dared to look at her until it was time to go.

  When they were underway to rhythmic clack of hooves on cobbled streets, Priscilla glanced through the window periodically, hoping that somehow looking about might speed their passage. By the time they arrived at the station, Priscilla could barely contain herself.

  She felt such a mess. Why had she told him that she no longer wanted to be his little girl? It seemed the whole day had been worse because of it. No longer did she feel that sense of quiet and protection she had when he’d been in charge. It was the silliest thing she’d ever done!

  Bursting from the carriage, almost in tears, Priscilla bounded through the station, scanning timetables, looking frantically for the platform with her train. When she saw him standing on the platform, her heart skipped a beat and she raced toward him and threw herself into his arms.

  “My darling Priscilla,” Charles said, sounding a little stunned. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking!”

  Priscilla felt all the trouble and worry she’d felt melting away at the sensation of his strong arms around her. She wanted to tell him all about the day, about how she’d missed him, how she’d thought about him during all the shopping. But mostly she wanted to tell him what a fool she’d been and how she wanted to take back what she’d said, how she wanted to be his little girl again.

  None of that would come though. Instead, she felt an ache straining at her throat as she started to cry into his chest.

  “Priscilla! What is it?” he exclaimed. “Is everything alright?”

  She could only nod her head through the thick sobs. No words would come out of her sore throat. Charles seemed to realize there was no urgency to her sadness and she soon felt his strong embrace. He held her like that until she calmed down.

  “Come. Let’s find our carriage. I’ve reserved a special compartment for just the two of us.”

  She let herself be led onto the train as she heard the conductor shout, “All aboard!” He led her to the compartment and opened the door to let her step inside.

  It took some time for her eyes to adjust to the dim light. The windows were covered with heavy curtains and the whole car seemed to be padded in velvet or some other material that absorbed all the light and sound. As she began to get her bearings, her eyes settled on the imposing figure of Charles Preston sitting at a small table, sipping a drink. Beside the glass there lay a short black switch. Priscilla’s heart fluttered again at what it might be for.

  “Oh, Charles,” she said, sniffling and holding back another wave of sadness.

  He interrupted her by pressing a finger to her lips. She looked up at him and smiled slightly, embarrassed at how she’d been blathering.

  “I have something to ask you, Priscilla,” he said. “Come sit down.”

  Seated across from him at the tiny table, Priscilla glanced at the switch and shuddered at the memory of his discipline. It was a warm shudder, filled with longing. She pushed the thoughts aside. They weren’t like that anymor
e and wouldn’t be again. She would just have to learn to accept it.

  “I sense there’s something you’re not telling me, Priscilla?” he asked, holding her with his gaze.

  She turned her eyes down, not wanting him to see the disappointment that was there. She was so lucky that he had chosen her to be his bride, above all the other girls he’d ever met. She knew she should be grateful, not sulking like a little girl. But that was just it. She seemed to prefer to be his… little girl. She looked up to see him patiently awaiting her answer. Gathering her courage with a breath, she decided to speak. “It’s just…”

  “Yes?” he asked as she hesitated, searching for the right words to express what it was she wanted to say.

  “It’s just that when… before, when you treated me the way you treated me, I just felt… I felt so safe.”

  The words hung in the gently swaying silence of the train. She glanced at him to see him nodding his head.

  “I think I understand what you are trying to say, Priscilla,” he answered, picking up the switch. “I think I know what it is you want.”

  Priscilla felt her whole body shake with anticipation. Could it be? Could it be that he knew exactly what she wanted?

  “You do, husband?” she whispered.

  “I think I do. Now I might be wrong but I think you’re regretting what you told me. I think you’re regretting that you told me you don’t want to have a papa anymore, that we should have a more regular marriage. Am I wrong about that?”

  Priscilla felt another wave of emotion well inside as she realized that he knew exactly what she had been thinking all along. The ache in her throat returned and she found herself unable to speak again. She nodded in answer to his question. He took her in his arms again.

  “Well,” he rumbled softly above her, “why on earth would you be crying about that?”

  She looked up at him, not knowing what to make of the question. “What… what do you mean?” she asked.