Page 25 of What the Doctor Ordered

K iley

My life was about to change forever.

I looked at myself in the tall mirror, marveling at the magic of the wedding dress. The frills and lace enveloped me in a feminine beauty that I never thought I would be able to achieve.

“Don’t forget to throw the bouquet my way,” Lily teased, hugging me from behind. She squeezed me affectionately. “You look gorgeous! The good doctor is going to faint for sure.”

“Don’t say that!” I said with a light laugh, shoving her away playfully.

Lily just laughed. “Well, if he doesn’t faint, I’m going to think something is wrong with him since you look breathtaking,” she continued, squeezing me tighter. “I’m so happy for you.”

I felt the first of probably many tears prick the back of my eyes as I hugged her back. A light knocking had us both turning to the door of the changing room where I had been getting ready.

“It’s time for the show,” the wedding coordinator informed me, grinning widely, a pen tucked behind her ear.

Lily squeezed my hand before we walked out of the room together, her a step in front, clearly preparing for when she would walk out ahead of me as my maid of honor.

The soft wedding music was getting louder as we approached the two ornate doors leading into the gorgeous church we’d decided to get married in.

“I feel like you just met this guy a short time ago and now I’m handing you off to him forever,” my best friend said but she chuckled a bit toward the end.

“I suppose you have always known what you wanted. You were never one to waste time. I always admired that about you, Kiley. I really am proud of you.”

I swallowed as a single tear trailed down my cheek. I hadn’t even seen Simon yet and I was already crying. I was in trouble.

“Thank you, Mom,” I teased lightly, despite the frog in my throat.

Lily sent me a wink before heading through the doors to take her place as maid of honor. And then it was my turn.

I straightened as the doors opened. My gaze immediately bypassed all the guests and the gorgeous decorations and landed right on Simon.

My husband-to-be looked heartbreakingly handsome in his sleek black tux.

His wavy dark brown hair was styled as it usually was with the strands swept away from his eyes, just the way I liked it.

I nearly stumbled when I noticed the look he was giving me. His fiery hazel eyes were intense as they trained on me, the little embers in them flickering with an immense heat that had me grinning shyly from across the room.

The aisle seemed to run forever, the space between Simon and I much too large. When I finally ascended the few steps leading up to the front of the room, I was nearly giddy. When I placed my hand in his, a tiny electric shock traveled through my body.

Simon beamed at me, seeming to feel the same way I did.

We were apart for far too long even though we just saw one another the night before.

Soon enough, we would have forever to look forward to.

I could barely focus on what the pastor was saying as Simon and I gripped each other’s hands and gazed into each other’s eyes.

I snapped out of it only slightly when the pastor spoke next. “The bride and groom have prepared vows for one another this evening. Kiley?”

My hands were really shaking now, and Simon was the only thing keeping me from completely floating away.

“Simon, when we first met, I thought you were an arrogant jerkwad.” That raised several good-natured chuckles throughout the crowd.

My voice dropped a bit as I grew serious.

“But I quickly learned that I couldn’t have been more wrong.

You are kind and patient and make me want to be the best version of myself.

As your wife, I promise to continue to attend boring functions with you, take care of you after you’ve spent a long day taking care of your patients, and love you with everything I have and everything I am for the rest of our lives. I love you.”

Simon had been staring at me with smoldering eyes, his vibrant orbs starting to shine with unshed tears. He was able to hold himself together to deliver his vows.

“Kiley, before you, I thought I had everything I wanted. I was completely content to live out the rest of my days alone, but then, when I met you, everything changed. You made me want to live life to the fullest and have adventures. Beyond that though, you taught me what life is really about and that it’s meaningless unless you have someone to share it with.

I’m so grateful that the person I get to go through this journey with is you.

I love you so incredibly much and I promise to strive every day to be the husband that you deserve. ”

It took me a moment to realize that the tears were streaming freely down my cheeks now. Simon smiled tenderly and swiped the droplets away with his thumbs.

When it came time for the kiss, I really was floating.

Simon stepped toward me to fully close the space between us and cradled me in his arms before dropping his mouth to mine in a kiss that was absolutely everything; magnetic, sweet, and warm.

My eyelids fell shut and I completely lost myself, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his hair, intent on binding us together forever.

The rest of the wedding celebration was, quite honestly, a blur. I was vaguely aware of all the dancing and food and cake and people. I hugged various family members and friends, who all congratulated us warmly.

I just couldn’t stop gazing at my new husband, amazed that we were together and that we were going to stay that way forever.

Simon kept me essentially glued to his side as we went through the reception.

My jaw dropped and I grinned when Theo caught the garter right after Lily snatched up the bouquet.

The two blinked at one another and I noticed Lily smile shyly.

It was a magical night filled with love and laughter, but I was so relieved when it was over and Simon and I were walking up to the house that was now ours. I shrieked when he suddenly scooped me up to carry me the rest of the way up the steps.

“You didn’t seriously think I forgot about carrying the bride over the threshold,” he said in a low voice.

He rarely forgot anything but maybe I had been secretly hoping he would forget one little thing.

I looped my arms around his neck as he opened the front door and carried me inside the dimly lit house.

I looked around, remembering when he’d brought me here that first night.

He had been so intense as he cooked for me.

Even then, he was taking care of me, just like he was now.

“I can’t believe you’re finally my wife,” he said, shifting me in his arms so he could kiss me.

I kissed him back eagerly. I knew exactly what he meant.

I didn’t think I could love him any more than I did when he proposed, but I was wrong.

Declaring our love for one another in front of our family and friends just made it so much more real.

It felt amazing to be that emotionally vulnerable in front of everyone.

If there had been any doubts previously about our love for one another, they were all surely gone now.

“It’s time to claim my bride,” Simon said in a husky voice with his lips to the shell of my ear.

“You’ve already claimed me,” I managed to say with a laugh.

Simon ignored me and made his way down the hall to the master bedroom, unceremoniously dropping me onto the comforter. He wasted no time flipping me over so I was on my stomach, his sure fingers undoing the ties on the back of my wedding gown.

“I’ve been wanting to tear this dress off of you from the moment you stepped into the church,” he growled, the lace and silk already slipping off my shoulders and down the rest of my body.

“That seems like a waste considering how expensive it was,” I quipped, unable to help myself.

With one firm yank, my dress was completely off, leaving me in just my white lacey bra and underwear. I blushed brightly. The skimpy lace underwear did little to protect my bottom cheeks.

Simon hummed in approval and I looked back over my shoulder to find he was undressing as well, his tux jacket and pants already on the floor with my gown.

His eyes were hooded as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his dark boxer shorts.

While maintaining eye contact with me, he tugged them down.

My mouth went dry as I beheld Simon’s thick cock. I could already imagine every thick ridge spreading my sensitive walls as he flexed at me. I swallowed hard at the little dew of precum already building on the tip of the bulbous head.

He was glorious. And he was all mine.

Simon climbed on top of me, each movement as sure and rough as a wild cat. His hand came down on my right bottom cheek with a resounding smack. I sucked in a breath when several more landed. Simon alternated cheeks quickly, the slaps hard and heavy, almost punishing.

“Simon!” I cried out. “Ow, not so hard!”

“Shh!” he scolded, adding a particularly sharp slap to my right sit spot. “I decide how hard you can take it, wife.”

Wife. The word sent a new thrill through me as I processed the gravity of it. It flooded me with the need to submit to my new husband.

“Yes Sir, husband,” I murmured.

“Good girl,” Simon rumbled. He squeezed each of my cheeks roughly before pulling my lacey panties down my legs. His rough hand nudged my thighs apart. “I see you’re ready for me already. Too bad I’m not intending to fill that pussy tonight.”

I gasped and turned to give him a disdainful look. “I’m not allowed to cum on my wedding night?” I protested.

Simon rewarded me with another couple harsh smacks to my butt cheeks. “I didn’t say that,” he scolded me. He rubbed my burning buns. “Tonight is the night that we put all that training to the test.”

I froze as understanding dawned. Simon was going to be taking my bottom. A combination of fear and excitement tore through me, and I wiggled in anticipation.