by Lucy Wild
“Do you think the governor’s daughter liked Abraham?” Vanessa asked as Nathaniel closed the book.
“I think she loved him in the end,” Nathaniel replied. “Why do you ask?”
“I was just curious,” she said, her voice sounding sleepy. “Thank you for the story, sir.”
“Time for bed,” Nathaniel said, lifting her to her feet.
“Must I?” Vanessa pouted. “I was comfortable there.”
“You must obey my commands, remember?” Nathaniel said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Wait, stop there.”
Vanessa was on the verge of climbing into bed but paused, freezing on the spot without looking around, as if turned into stone by his words. He had to see her body once more before she slept.
“Take off your night gown.”
She did as he asked, lifting it up and off her shoulders to reveal her nakedness. Nathaniel stood up, moving around the bed to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, running his hands slowly down her chest, feeling her nipples stiffen under his touch. Her chest began to heave as her breathing became heavier. He could almost feel her nervousness as he moved lower, sliding down over her stomach and through the neat triangle of her pubic hair to the burning hot core between her legs.
He slid his fingers over her folds in a soft motion, her legs moving slightly apart as he did so, as if to welcome his touch. She gasped when he pressed slightly harder against her and he felt the first hint of her wetness, coating the tips of his fingers as he explored every fold of her skin, finding his way deeper into her womanhood.
“Do not move,” he growled in her ear as he slid his index finger towards her entrance. He took his time sliding into her, feeling the grip of her inner walls holding him in place as her breathing became even more laboured.
“You are a good little,” he said, sliding out of her before thrusting in again. “A very good little girl.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said quietly, her voice trembling.
With his left hand, he moved to her chest, toying with her nipples, tugging them to life, listening to the changes in her breathing as he did so, finding out exactly how she liked to be touched by trial and error. His lips grazed against her neck as he slid his hand from her, spinning her round to face him.
“Do not make a sound,” he said, pushing her backwards onto the bed. She had barely landed before he pulled her legs apart, staring at her core by the flickering light of the candles beside the bed. “Do not make a sound until I allow it.”
He slid his hands up her legs, kneeling as he did so, yanking her hips towards him. Her legs dangled from the end of the bed as he breathed in her scent, his mouth an inch from her core. He stared intently at the glistening pink flesh, unable to resist for a moment longer. He pressed his tongue to her core and he thought she must gasp or squeal at the sensation. Her whole body seemed to lift upwards and she took a sharp intake of breath but somehow she remained silent. Her self control was impressive. The only sound was her laboured breathing and the rustle of the bedclothes as she writhed under him, his tongue exploring where his fingers had so recently been.
He delved inside her, plunging deep into her wetness with the tip of his tongue, rocking his head back and forth to better thrust into her, her knees moving as wide as she was able to send them, drawing him further into her. He moved his hands to her nub, brushing over it as he tasted her sweetness, brushing over her clit in an expert motion. He glanced up and saw she had shoved her hand in her mouth in her efforts to keep quiet.
He brought her slowly but surely towards a climax, monitoring her reactions to see when she was close. His tongue was on her nub, two of his fingers inside her, rocking back and forth as her inner walls gripped him tightly, her legs turning rigid either side of his head.
He stopped for a moment, looking up at her as she stared wild eyed back down at him. “You may make any sound you please,” he said, returning to her clit and taking her over the edge. Her hips thrust suddenly against his face as her core began to pulsate around his fingers, rhythmically contracting and releasing, her body shuddering in place under him. She let out a long deep moan which rose to a scream, her legs wrapping round the back of his neck, holding him in place.
It was a long time before she fell still and he was able to extricate himself, sliding his fingers out of her before planting a final kiss on her nub. He looked down at her sweating, panting form and smiled. “Night, night, my little Vanessa,” he said quietly as he crossed to the door. “Sleep well.”
Chapter 7
When Vanessa awoke the next morning, her first thought was to wonder if last night’s encounter had been a dream. Was it possible that she had fallen asleep during Mrs. Carpenter’s bedtime story, leading her confused mind to imagine the things Mr. Crow had done, the things she so wanted him to do?
She sat up in bed and shook her head. It couldn’t have been real. It certainly felt vividly real though. She could perfectly picture him positioned between her legs, his tongue on the most intimate parts of her, bringing her to realms of pleasure she had not known could even exist. He had delved into her with his fingers and it had hurt for a brief moment, would she dream that? Would she dream of a moment’s pain before she seemed to widen inside enough to allow him to delve ever deeper, to thrust into her whilst his tongue played with a part of her she had given little thought to before?
Reaching under the bedclothes, she moved her hand down between her legs, finding that spot and brushing the tip of her finger over it. A gasp escaped her as tingles immediately spread through her. She had never imagined such a small spot on her body could give her such immediate pleasure. Her hand remained in place, circling that spot as she sank back down in the bed.
There was a rapping on her bedroom door a moment later and she yanked her hand away and out of the bedclothes, terrified that she would be caught doing something so indecent.
The door opened a moment later and Tabitha’s head peeked inside. “Another lazy start to the day,” she said as she stepped inside. “You better get up quickly.”
“What? Why?” Vanessa sat up, wondering if her face was as flushed as she felt it must be, whether it was possible to tell just by looking at her what she had been up to from the moment she awoke.
“The nurse is going to examine you this morning. She is a stickler for punctuality so be quick.”
In a quarter of an hour, Vanessa was dressed and rushing along the corridors, passing down a flight of stairs and twisting right, making her way to the nurse’s office. The door was open and she stepped inside to find Nurse Tilford standing by an examination table. “Good morning, Vanessa,” Nurse Tilford said. “Made a will in case this all goes wrong?”
“The ink’s drying as we speak,” Vanessa replied.
“I think you and I are going to get along just fine,” Nurse Tilford laughed. “Close the door would you? Don’t want the whole world watching me cut you up.”
“Heaven forbid.” Vanessa turned and shut the door, spinning back round as Nurse Tilford patted the examination table.
“If you’d just like to undress behind that screen and then climb on here.”
“Undress? What for?”
“Because I’m a raving lesbian and I want to see you naked. No, I’m only kidding. I need to make sure you are sound if you are to remain here. Mr. Crow has certain expectations of his littles you see. Do not trouble yourself over it, it’ll be over in just a few minutes and then you can go off and play. Now go and get undressed.”
Vanessa walked behind the oriental screen in the corner of the room. She pulled her dress up and off her shoulders, hanging it from the hook on the wall next to her. “May I keep my stockings and knickers on?” she called out.
“Certainly not,” Nurse Tilford called back. “Now hurry up, I have other appointments this morning besides yourself.”
Vanessa stepped out from behind the screen a minute later, arms folded tightly across her chest in an effort to lessen her
sense of vulnerability.
“Onto the table. Up you get.”
She climbed up onto the table and lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling. “Will it hurt?” she asked.
“Not at all,” Nurse Tilford said, reaching under the table and drawing out a leather strap.
“What’s that for?”
“To hold you in place lest you fall off.”
Vanessa watched with her anxiety increasing as a strap was tied across her chest, her nipples peeking out of the top. Another strap was placed across her stomach, and then her ankles were bound to the bottom corners of the table.
“Hands above your head please,” Nurse Tilford said, tying her wrists to the top corners of the table a moment later. “That’s better. Now let’s have a look at you, shall we?”
The nurse moved round the table until she was standing beside Vanessa’s head. “Follow my finger,” she said, moving it from left to right above Vanessa who did as instructed, feeling the straps begin to dig into her skin as she shuffled in place, her discomfort increasing.
The nurse looked in her eyes, her ears, and then her mouth, examining her closely before moving her hands to Vanessa’s chest, tugging firmly at her nipples. “Good response,” she said as the door to the office opened. Vanessa winced when Mr. Crow appeared in the doorway.
“Ah, excellent timing,” Nurse Tilford said. “I think you’ve got a superb little here.”
“I agree,” Mr. Crow replied. “How’s her reaction?”
“Nipples harden as they should. I’m about to complete the other tests if you’d care to observe.”
“I would,” Mr. Crow said, closing the door behind him and coming across the room to stand beside the nurse.
Vanessa looked up at the two of them, pleading silently with them both to end this and let her go free. She thought of her dream about Mr. Crow and her body responded against her will. Her cheeks flushed as she felt sure her arousal would somehow be visible to them, something she could do nothing about.
“I’ll start with one,” the nurse said, moving her hand down over Vanessa’s stomach to her core. She spread her folds wide apart and moved her face close, her hot breath hitting Vanessa’s thighs. “Looks good so far, pink and healthy. Some wetness there already.”
“Will she be able to take me?”
“Well we’ll have to see, won’t we?” the nurse replied.
Vanessa felt the nurse’s slender fingers spreading her core open and then the tip of a finger slid into her, making her gasp at the intrusion. “I beg you to let me up,” she said.
“Soon be over,” the nurse replied. “Just try and relax.”
The finger slid deeper inside and Vanessa found her body heating up outside of her control. “Please,” she muttered but there was no strength to the word. When a second finger was added beside the first, her nub began to throb with desire, aching for a touch that did not come.
“Tight grip but she is widening as I move.”
“That’s good,” Mr. Crow said, peering down at Vanessa’s face. “She looks as if she’s happy to take another.”
“It suggests good things for the future. She seems rather tense to me though. An orgasm may help with that. Hand me my case, would you?”
Chapter 8
Nathaniel picked up the small wooden box he knew so well. Inside was a serviceable substitute for his member, carved in wood and so highly polished, the sunlight through the window bounced off it, making it appear to be bathed in an ethereal glow as he opened the case. He held it out towards Nurse Tilford and she lifted the dildo from its velvet bed.
“This may be uncomfortable at first,” she said to Vanessa. “Do your best to relax.”
Nathaniel watched closely as the tip of the dildo brushed over Vanessa’s entrance, moisture coating the end as it slowly eased into her. Her chest rose as she stared across at him, her eyes turning wild.
“Oh my goodness,” Vanessa groaned as another inch vanished inside her.
Nathaniel felt himself stiffening at the sight of her losing herself in lust. The dildo slid deeper and deeper as her mouth opened wide. She groaned as it was buried deep inside her, held in place by the nurse.
“She seems more than ready,” Nurse Tilford said, turning to face him. “Would you care to try?”
Nathaniel took the end of the dildo from her, gripping it tightly and sliding it slowly back and forth inside Vanessa. There was some resistance there but she was growing wetter by the moment. She let out a long groan when he began to pick up speed, the wooden phallus plunging in and out of her, the sounds of her enjoyment echoing round the nurse’s office.
“Would you mind giving us a minute?” Nathaniel said, motioning towards the door. “There is something I would like to test for myself.”
“Of course,” Nurse Tilford replied, nodding to Vanessa before leaving.
The moment she was gone, Nathaniel leaned down, his tongue going straight to her clit. Her wrists fought with her bonds and her hips rocked from side to side but she could not escape the straps holding her in place. All she could do was lay there whilst he teased her by pulling the dildo back and holding it at her entrance, his tongue moving around her nub but not touching it. The thought of her being unable to move until he let her made him feel incredibly powerful.
She moaned above him. “Please,” she begged. “Put it in me. Please, I’m so close, I can’t bear it.”
“You are not in charge,” Nathaniel said, taking the dildo out completely. “You must remember that. I tell you what to do, not the other way round. Now you can wait for your insolence has offended me.”
Nathaniel counted silently in his head. He was going to make her wait for a whole minute, despite the painful throbbing of his member, he was going to make her wait. It would make her climax and his pleasure all the stronger. As he counted, he looked down at her perfect pout, thinking about sliding himself between those soft lips, the look on her face when he made her gag on his member which he planned to do very soon.
“Please,” Vanessa muttered, falling silent when he glared at her.
“Another minute for speaking. You will learn to obey my commands or you will remain tied to that table for the rest of the day.”
It tortured him to wait, looking down at her glistening wet core made him want to pull his trousers off and climb onto her but he resisted, it would do no good to give in to his urges whilst he was teaching her. There would be time for that soon enough.
As the second minute passed, he leaned down and kissed her stomach. “Well done,” he said, moving his mouth down to her clit, sucking it in between his lips before flicking his tongue over it. She thrust her hips up at him and as she did so. He pushed the dildo into her in a single solid motion, not stopping until it was buried within her.
Her breathing changed, becoming ragged as he slammed the dildo in and out of her as hard as he could for ten seconds before freezing, waiting until she groaned with frustration before doing the same again. Each time he lengthened the period of thrusting until his arm ached from the movement. He began to pause only when Vanessa was on the edge, waiting for her body to still before thrusting and licking again and again.
“Please let me come,” she screamed. “I’ll do anything.”
“Call me papa,” Nathaniel replied before flicking his tongue over her clit.
“Please, Papa, please let me come. Please, Papa, please.”
“Good, little Vanessa,” he said, enveloping her nub with his mouth and pushing all the way into her at the same moment. It was enough to send her over the edge and she began to thrash in place, a gasp the only sound she uttered, a long silent scream following as her body convulsed through the delirium of her orgasm.
Nathaniel slid the dildo free before her body had even stilled. “You can come back in, thank you, Nurse Tilford,” he called out and she entered a moment later, looking down at Vanessa’s reddened face and heaving chest.
“Was your test a success?” the nurse asked.
&
nbsp; “Indeed so, quite satisfactory in my opinion.”
“I think you should keep this one for yourself,” Nurse Tilford said as she began to undo the straps holding Vanessa in place. “She seems perfect for you.”
“I wish I could,” Nathaniel replied. “But sadly that is not possible.”
“A shame. What about you, Vanessa? Was that a satisfactory examination for you? No pain?”
“G… good,” Vanessa stuttered, almost sliding to the floor as she stood up, “Very good, thank you. Fine, I mean. It was fine.”
“Excellent. Well you better get dressed and go off and play.”
Nathaniel watched her vanish behind the screen. Though he was sad to see her emerge fully dressed, at least she did so in the uniform which made her look like a perfect little girl. If only he could marry her, he thought as she left.
“Why can’t you keep her?” Nurse Tilford asked when they were alone. “She seems perfect for you and she clearly loves you.”
“Loves me?”
“Did you not see the look in her eyes when you came in. Good grief, I sometimes wonder how men ever get married when you manage to miss things that are right in front of your face.”
“Love or not, I cannot marry her.”
“Why not for heaven’s sake?”
“I cannot tell you that.”
“Well, my professional opinion is that if you don’t keep her, someone else will snap her up in no time at all. I do not think in all my years here that I have ever seen someone so willing to become a little.”
“Willing to submit, you mean?”
“To submit to you. Mark my words, Mr. Crow, she is the perfect little for you.”
