Little Secrets (15 page)

"You will get used to the gown. It looks quite lovely on you." Nanny Agnes glanced at her charge, smiling, a rare gesture from her nanny. "We will get your shoes on, fix your hair, and walk you downstairs for the ceremony. Come, little one. We have not got all day."

Charley had been anxious to see his soon to be little bride. The surprise at seeing her in the gown he had picked out forced his heart to skip a beat as excitement coursed through his veins. It still continued unabated, as he was thrilled that they were now wed. He could not keep his gaze off her.

Eliza's green eyes sparkled under the chandelier light. The dress covered her modestly while he knew that what she wore underneath was entirely for his benefit. Taking her hand, he refused to let go from the moment the ceremony started. It had been short and simple, an exchange of vows in front of friends and family in the ballroom of Ashby. The reception consisted of desserts, dancing, and time alone together for the two of them. He was excited about what came next: consummating the marriage.

He led her out of the ballroom, the afternoon sky clouding up but still pleasant. "Shall we go for a walk?" Charley wanted to take her up to her nursery room, but did not want to push her if she was not ready.

Her cheeks reddened and she leaned up on her tiptoes, her breath reaching his ear. "I would much prefer to show you my room. There will be no nannies or headmaster to interrupt us. Unless you would prefer a stroll in the garden?"

Charley turned, capturing her lips, his hand finding the small of her back as he held her against him. "Upstairs it is," he said, leading her to the door and up the staircase. He had been granted a temporary key that allowed him access into the building and then up to the littles' floor, specifically her nursery room. Headmaster Philip anticipated that the consummation would happen sometime on the day of the wedding and was giving them ample opportunity.

Giggling, she climbed up the stairs and raced toward her room. She paused, exhaling softly as she spun around, standing with the door at her back.

"Do not be nervous, my love," Charley said, stepping closer as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. Her body was warm, even with all the layers of the gown between them. His hand moved behind her, turning the handle of the nursery room door.

Charley walked her backwards, guiding her into the room. He kicked the door shut, not bothering to lock it behind them. "Turn around," he said, spinning her to face the window. The curtains were still open but no one could see anything, even if there were visitors in the courtyard of the garden.

Eliza did as instructed, facing the window and wall, while Charley pushed her curled dark locks to one side. His breath lingered on its descent as he kissed a warm path over her skin while freeing the ties, loosening the bindings on her gown.

He heard the soft sweet sigh of relief spill from her lips. She sounded angelic. His fingers caressed down her arms, over the lace as he squeezed her hand. "Arms up," he said, guiding her arms up into the air with his. "Keep them there," Charley said. He bent down, lifting the hem of the wedding gown he had picked out for her, and brought it up and over her head, guiding it off her body.

He laid the dress across the rocking chair, knowing they would need it later when they gathered with the guests once again in the ballroom. Right now, the moment was about her. Charley wanted to please his new wife, his little Eliza.

Her hands fell around her hips, folding them across her chest. Was she uncomfortable? She had no reason to hide herself from him. He would continue to have her nanny remind his little Eliza of that simple fact. "You are beautiful," Charley said, striding across the room, breaking the distance between them as he brought his hands up to caress her face, pulling her closer, capturing her lips with his.

Hungry. Desire sparked between them, like a lightning storm at sea, rough and turbulent. He backed her against the bed, her knees hitting the surface. "Lie down," Charley said, telling her what to do, guiding his little one onto her back. Her stockings, bloomers, and shoes were all that remained on her.

He sat down on the mattress, his fingers working her shoes free, his hand slipping her ankle from the heel, dropping the delicate shoes onto the floor. Then he climbed up her body, his hands on both sides of her, lingering but not touching.

Eliza leaned up, her fingers caressing his chest, pulling the shirt from his trousers. "Will you undress for me?"

He would grant her that one simple request. "Yes." He backed off her form, moving slightly away as he removed his shirt, not caring that his clothes hit the floor. His trousers followed before he returned to her. They were nowhere near finished. If he could spend all day and night curled in her embrace, he would never get up from the bed again.

His breath hovered and teased, intended to tingle on her skin and make her grow restless as his mouth grazed just above her thigh, slowly working the white stockings down her legs until each one was removed. Charley moved back up her body, hovering above her as he brought his lips down, crushing hers, desiring to feel her warmth and need for him.

Her hands tangled in his hair and then down his back, smoothing over his spine, moving lower over and across his bottom. "Papa, please." Her words were like music, a sweet melody that made his heart strum louder in his chest.

He kissed a warm path down her neck, sucking the sensitive skin, listening to her moans of pleasure. Charley wanted to touch her and taste the sweet juices that flowed from her cunny. He did not rush the moment, as one did not rush a masterpiece. His breath caressed her chest, pinching a nipple with one hand as his mouth met the other mound.

Eliza shifted beneath his weight, her soft purrs and moans filling the air. "Please." Her hands moved restlessly across and down his back while he continued crawling down her stomach, kissing over her navel.

His fingers gently guided the thin slip of fabric covering her quim down her hips, letting it tangle around her feet as her toes worked the material to the floor.

Climbing between her thighs, he nuzzled her folds, smelling her sweet womanly aroma while his tongue darted out to taste the first sweet drop of her nectar. With two fingers he guided her shaven lips apart, pleased with the smoothness as his mouth descended, tonguing and teasing her growing pearl.

"Papa," she gasped, her breaths filling the room with soft moans as he guided two and then three fingers into her tight quim. "Please."

"I want you to be ready for me," Charley said. He had to stretch her as one did with the plug, but using his fingers instead. "Try to relax." He stroked her warmth, wetness seeping out as he thrust his digits in and out of her slick cunny, diligently making her ready for his cock.

Her eyes slammed shut and he felt her fingernails graze across his back. She was getting close. Eliza's insides clenched down on his fingers as she trembled beneath him.

He licked her sweet juices, pleased that she had already experienced one orgasm. He had intentions of making her come for him again. Gradually he climbed back up her body, her eyes lazily opening as she refocused on him.

Eliza's hand found his member, stroking the head, her thumb grazing the tip as it glazed with pre-cum. Her fist glided up and down over his shaft.

He hardened instantly from her touch, the feel of her soft fingers and firm grip made him struggle to keep his eyes open. He fought the urge to let her gain all control. If they were to consummate the marriage, then they needed to have sex.

With her hand stroking him, he guided his hand above hers, poising the head of his cock at her entrance.

She loosened her grip, letting him take over the moment he began pushing slowly inside her tight little quim.

"Bend your knees."

Eliza did as he said, allowing him to move deeper a little more easily at that angle. It did not seem to ease the tightness of her cunny. Her eyes shut and fingers clawed at his back and bottom, roughly holding and touching him as he sharply thrust into her, tearing her maidenhead. Upon entrance, her nails dug into his back as she let out a sharp gasp.

Slowly Charley withdrew before guiding his member further into her cunny, deeper than before. "Keep breathing," he whispered against her ear.

Eliza nodded, her tightened grip on his back ceased, the pain at some point turning to pleasure as she relaxed beneath his weight, curling her body around him, dragging her legs over his, bringing him deeper into her warmth.

"Love you," he gasped between breaths. He had been waiting for this moment, a forever shared with his little Eliza.

She leaned up, crushing her lips against his, her fingers tangling in his hair as his hips thrust against hers.

Charley could feel her insides tighten around his cock. She was close. He reached down between them, two fingers stroking her clit, setting her tiny bundle of nerves on fire as he continued thrusting into her quim.

Her insides shuddered and her grip on him clenched down, moaning as her head lulled back and she arched from the mattress.

Feeling her body coming undone a second time, he allowed himself to let go, spilling his seed into her cunny. His heart slammed against his chest as he shifted away from her on the bed, not wanting to crush her. He reached out, finding her hand, never wanting to let go of his little one.

"I love you too, Papa," Eliza whispered, rolling onto her side.

Had he not stumbled upon Ashby, sneaking over the fence quite some time ago, he would not have met his perfect Eliza. She had granted him a life he had not known existed, a world of littles and papas. Charley had grown to cherish every precious moment spent with his little Eliza, knowing that one day she would graduate and come home with him. Until then, she was Mrs. Eliza Lockwood… his little secret.

The End.

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