Chapter 26 #2
Rory smiled. “Well, I made my first million investing. I never built or sold anything. I didn’t run a business myself.
I worked as a bartender and a bouncer during college.
I socked away some money, bit by bit, to trade online.
” Rory stretched. “It’s America. There are a lot of ways to become successful.
” He looked at her. “How are you holding up, Kate? You had an early morning.”
“I’m a little tired,” she said softly.
“Mr. and Mrs. Linton, thank you for dinner. Really enjoyed it.” He stood, and she followed suit. “It’s a nice night. I’m gonna step outside while I check a few things online.”
“I’ll help my mom clear and meet you out there.”
“Don’t be too long,” he said to her. Then he excused himself and was gone.
“He’s not what he first appears to be,” her dad said.
“No.”
“I would think that the image he projects would be a hindrance to him in business.”
“When people underestimate him, he uses it to his advantage.”
“Clever. I still think some of the family will get the wrong impression.”
Like you did, she thought. “They probably will,” she said, stacking and organizing the dishes and condiments.
“You don’t care?” he asked, surprised.
“Not really.”
“That’s new. You usually care so much about what people think.”
“I usually do.”
“It’s serious then?”
She nodded and then made quick work of carrying things back and forth to the kitchen. With her mom helping, they were finished in minutes.
“It’s good that your dad and Rory like each other,” her mom said.
“Rory went out of his way to get Dad’s approval. I hope Dad appreciates it. Rory wouldn’t do that for most people, but he thinks family is really important.”
“It’s very nice that you have that in common.”
Kate nodded.
“Would you like dessert? You can take some for you both to eat outside.”
“Maybe later,” Kate said.
She went out and joined Rory on a stone bench next to the infinity fountain. “I wish we were staying at a hotel so you could do things to me tonight,” she whispered.
“We don’t need a hotel. I’m going to do things to you here.”
“Not the things that make noise. Plus, we wouldn’t have to wait until anyone else goes to bed. I hate that you have to wait. And that you had to tell my dad all that stuff. It’s none of his business.”
Rory glanced over at her and raised his brows. “It is his business. You’re the most important thing in the world to that guy.”
“So you didn’t mind? Having to say so much?”
“Why would I? Anything that happens here that I don’t like gives me an excuse to punish you later. It’s a no-lose situation for me.”
She smiled. “I want to be alone with you.”
“I know. You’ve made that pretty clear.”
“What if we skip the wedding ceremony and—?”
Rory stood. “Come on.” He led her to the side of the house. It was so dark she couldn’t see his face.
“Lift your skirt and lean against the wall.
She sucked in a breath. “I—”
“Do it,” he commanded.
She did as he instructed, feeling incredibly nervous. What if a car went by and the headlights shone on them? What if the Neighborhood Watch patrol passed by with a flashlight?
“Someone could come.”
“Someone could. It’ll probably be you,” he said.
She smiled, until he started spanking her. The sound of the smacks was so loud! Soon her bottom was on fire, and she squirmed against the brick.
“Please,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. “Please don’t make me cry, Sir,” she said, her breath coming in short gasps.
He continued until she was dancing on her toes, then he paused, squeezing her hot cheeks in his hands. The sensation was so raw. She pushed back against him, wanting to feel his erection.
He jerked her panties down and pulled her hips away from the wall. “Bend forward.”
She complied, trembling. She heard him unzip his jeans. Then he shoved inside her, stretching her in the most delicious way. She moaned softly.
He grabbed her hand and pressed it between her legs.
“Rub yourself, so you milk my cock when you come.”
She rested her forehead against her left arm, trying to brace against the force of him pounding into her. The sensations forced her over the top so quickly.
She came twice before he finally did.
“Fix your clothes and turn around.”
She pulled up her panties, which had been damp, but would now be soaked with their combined juices. She pushed her skirt down, smoothing it and turned to face him. He pushed her against the house and kissed her hard on the mouth. She held his sides to steady herself.
When he drew back, their breath mingled. “There are a lot of hours between tonight and the reception tomorrow. I can make you so sore you won’t be able to sit during dinner. Is that what you want?”
“No, but—”
He chuckled. “The fact that you think it’s wise to push your luck is funny. Fix your hair and your face, kitten, before we go inside.”
It was just after midnight when she slipped into the guest room where her parents had put Rory.
He was lying on the bed, reading something on his tablet.
He set it aside and raised a brow at her pajamas, which were light blue with indigo stripes.
She had never worn a cotton pajama top and pants at his house, of course.
She could’ve just worn her underwear to his room, but, although her parents’ room was downstairs, she hadn’t wanted to assume that one of them wouldn’t come up to check that there were enough towels in the linen closet or something.
Without a word, she stripped out of the top and pants and folded them. She set them on top of the dresser and joined him on the bed wearing only fresh pink panties. He gestured for her to lie across his lap, which she did.
“I’ve calmed down, Sir. You don’t have to spank me again.”
He tossed her a pillow. “If you need to make noise, put your face in that to smother the sounds.”
Her stomach tightened, her sex contracting.
He spanked her hard enough that she did have to bury her face in the pillow.
She also tried to reach back to cover her flaming ass.
He folded her arms so the forearms were crossed and overlapping behind her back, then he secured them with his belt.
Once she was helpless to protect herself, the punishment of her swollen ass continued.
He paused when she began to cry, sliding a hand into her panties to play with her.
He teased her clit until she was circling her hips and grinding against his hand.
Then he eased a fingertip into the tight rosette of her ass.
It gave her a hot, helpless feeling when he touched her there, but when he added another finger and pushed into her, she gasped and raised her head.
“Master Rory, we should—ouch, that’s a lot—we should wait to be home for you to—wait!” she gasped as he pulled his exploring digits partially out, then spread them, stretching her ring uncomfortably.
“Please,” she whispered, then dropped her face into the pillow and groaned. She knew there was only one way to get him to stop, and she would only use her safeword if she felt that what he was doing was unsafe. This wasn’t.
It was terrible of him to do it in her parents’ house, though. What if one of them walked in? She was on top of the covers, completely exposed. She pressed her toes into the mattress and tried to inch away. He slapped each cheek with his free hand. She froze.
“I promise I’ll do anything you want when we get home.”
“You’ll do anything I want now. And when we get home.”
Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips, hugging the pillow.
He pulled his fingers out, and she melted into the mattress with relief.
It wasn’t that she was unwilling to try…
she found it darkly exciting when he invaded her backside.
Also, she wanted to be the only girl he’d been with successfully that way.
She just wanted to wait until she was ready and definitely not—
“Go in my suitcase, kitten, and bring me the lube and a condom. She stiffened. He’d never packed lube before. And he’d stopped using condoms now that she was taking birth control pills.
He smacked the back of her thigh. “Get moving.”
“I really don’t think you should do this here,” she said, rising shakily from the bed.
He didn’t respond, and she was forced to turn on the lamp next to his case. She dug through it, finding the small bottle of lubricant and the package of Magnum condoms. She returned to the bed, but he stopped her before she climbed on it.
“I’ll take those,” he said, dropping the lube and condom on the bed. “On your knees,” he said, nodding to the floor in front of where he was sitting.
She lowered herself to the carpet. “Can I turn off the lights? Please?”
“Be quick,” he said, his voice a warning.
She flicked the lights off, but there was still the night light and her back and red bottom were facing the door with a lock that didn’t always catch. They were taking a big risk, and her heart pounded at the thought of it.
She swirled her tongue around the crown and then sucked on the tip.
She honestly loved being on her knees with him in her mouth.
She watched his reactions and felt that little surge of pride and power when his chest expanded with a deep breath and he grabbed her hair to force her to take him deeper.
Unlike other guys she’d been with though, Master Rory almost never finished off this way.
He liked to come inside her, he said. That she suspected was part of some fantasy he had that involved getting her pregnant, which made her incredibly nervous.
She was not ready for kids and wasn’t sure she ever would be. Thankfully, he had never brought it up.
With one of his hands buried in her hair, he pulled her head back so he popped out of her mouth.
“Get on the bed, head down with your ass in the air.
She pulled out the night light, and the room was a cool dusky place. She took her place in the center of the bed. It was such a submissive position that she couldn’t help but be affected.