Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Tess woke to sunlight streaming in her window and a firm rapping on her door.
Pushing the hair out of her eyes she struggled to untangle her limbs from her twisted covers.
Sleeping on her stomach was normal for her, thank God, and she waited for the pain when she rolled over.
Tess sighed in relief. The pain was much less than yesterday.
She scooted up to the headboard and called, “Come in.”
Rory entered, looking disgustingly handsome in his faded jeans and tight tee shirt. His hand was wrapped around a mug which he handed carefully to Tess.
“Peace offering,” he stated simply, taking in her surprised expression and sitting on the side of her bed.
“Thank you. Are you apologizing?” Tess asked before sipping her coffee. Maybe she would forgive him, if he sounded sincere.
“For …?”
Tess took a big sip of coffee, which prevented her from having to answer, but she glared at him over the cup.
“For spanking you? Hell no,” Rory laughed, his blue eyes watching in fascination as the blush spread to her chest. “You deserved that and I enjoyed giving it to you. Next time you won’t be so quick to ignore my wishes.”
Tess growled and reached to set her cup on the nightstand before she threw it at him.
Rory deftly took it from her with one hand while the other pushed her back down on the bed.
“Speaking of spankings, how are you today? No lasting damage I hope, although I would be disappointed if I thought I hadn’t done a good job. Turnover and let me see.”
Tess batted his hands away and tried to scoot to the far corner of the bed. Rory being Rory simply pulled her back and flipped her over so quickly her squeal was smothered before it really got started.
Sliding his hand under her nightshirt, he smiled: no panties. While still slightly pink, there was no bruising and no swelling. His large hand cupped one lovely cheek and then the other, squeezing gently and then patting. A little warmth remained, but nothing that would be a problem for her today.
Tess screamed into the bedclothes and kicked her feet frantically, but the hand on the small of her back prevented her from doing any real damage. Her display of temper, however, earned her a brisk smack on her recovering bottom and she froze in panic.
“Good idea,” Rory said approvingly as he released her. “Let’s try to keep the drama to a minimum today, it's Sunday,” he continued smiling. “Now come over here and give me a kiss good morning.”
Tess shot to her knees the second he released her and hovered on the far side of the bed, holding the covers in front of her. “Are you loco? I would not kiss you now if .…”
“Come here,” Rory insisted and snagged her effortlessly. One of his long arms around her waist was all he needed to pull her to him.
Cradled in his arm, Tess offered no further resistance as his blue angel eyes met hers and he lowered his head. Warm firm lips captured hers and he proceeded to kiss her senseless.
Tess was falling, melting as strong arms held her motionless while he drew her farther from reality.
His hand on her cheek immobilized her head as he took her mouth again and again.
It became impossible to think, impossible to reject him.
Her blood pounded in her ears and his tongue slipped between her gasping lips and scoured her mouth.
He slipped a huge hand under her nightshirt and gently cupped her firm breast, tweaking her nipple as she moaned in helpless wonder.
The long arm he had supporting her slid lower and he grasped her entire bottom in one hand almost lifting her up for ravishing.
His lips were busy kissing along her jaw, her eyelids, her cheek and her panting mouth.
Moving to her neck, he sucked and bit her gently as she quivered in his arms. When his hand drifted from her breast across her stomach, Tess had a fleeting thought to stop him, but he whispered hotly in her ear and it was gone.
“Shh babe, relax, let me touch you. You’re so beautiful,” he breathed as his hand slid lower, parting her outer lips. Immediately he was bathed in her hot wet honey and he moved gently lower, caressing her clit on his way to her entrance.
“Oh babe,” he moaned into her mouth. “That’s wonderful. I love how you respond to me. I knew you would be sweet and hot and slippery. I don’t know how I’ve kept myself from touching you for this long.”
Rory entered her with his middle finger, stretching her gently and pulling out more cream.
Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed as he alternated between circling her clit and plunging into her snug sheath.
Hooking his finger, he rubbed the rough spot inside her, enchanted with her shivering response.
She was a feast for his senses and he savored every second of it. Before long she was pleading.
“Please, please, please,” with each thrust of his finger, her hands gripping his shirt.
“Of course, babe, I’ll never leave you like this.
Let me take care of you, in every way,” he answered, even though he doubted she could hear him.
Kissing her wildly he upped the ante, circling her clit and thrusting until she screamed into his mouth and flew apart in his arms. Her contractions around his thick finger were incredibly strong and he continued to thrust until they began to melt away.
Tess shivered and looked at him accusingly and Rory settled his finger over her, rubbing gently until she lost all control and spasmed again in his arms.
After kissing her softly, Rory pulled back and raised one eyebrow as she again met his eyes in acute embarrassment.
Keeping his finger deep within her he held her gaze until she blushed fiercely, and lowered her eyes in submission.
Satisfied, Rory removed his finger and carefully laid her back on the bed.
Leaning over her, he soothed her with gentle kisses.
As hard and aching as he was, he could see Tess shaking in reaction and he focused on her.
Rubbing her arms, he kissed away the tears leaking out of her wide eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned with her silence.
Although he’d thought about this for the last few months on a daily basis, it occurred to him now that Tess was probably shocked.
Moron, he thought. While he wanted her submission and it was imperative she knew that from the start, he did not want her to fear him; a fine line to walk.
“Tess, I .…”
“Why?” she whispered, her voice quivering, her eyes wide.
“I … I’m sorry if I scared you, babe, it’s just been so hard for me not to ….”
“No,” she insisted, sitting up and grabbing his arms, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Why did you not … I thought you would want to … maybe you do not want me like that?”
Rory groaned deep in his throat. Good God, could she actually believe he didn’t want to bury himself deeply inside her.
Rory was a large man, in every way. It would take time and patience for her to accept him.
He was sure of it now after feeling how small she was.
This was definitely not an activity for his parents’ home.
Taking her small hand, Rory pressed it on his hard, enormous cock. Even through his jeans the pleasure had him sucking in a breath. He watched her eyes widen in surprise as she squeezed it gently. Suddenly, Tess snatched her hand back as if she’d been burned while her face flamed.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, babe … Oh. Don’t think for a second we’re finished.
I will take you, over and over, but not here in my parents’ house and certainly not while they are at Mass.
Bridget is downstairs right now starting dinner and it won’t be long before the house is full of family.
I may be going to hell, but not for this,” he continued, not quite kidding.
“You need to get dressed and give Bridge a hand, and I have some thinking to do. I obviously won’t be able to control myself much longer.
We might have to make other living arrangements. ”
* * *
Tess showered, dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to give Bridget a hand with the meal preparations. Quietly peeling potatoes, she ignored the questioning looks from Bridget even though they had grown quite close in the time Tess lived there.
“Why so glum?” Bridget finally asked after watching Tess peel the potatoes like she was performing a delicate surgery.
Tess shrugged and continued peeling until a large glob of stuffing sailed across the kitchen and smacked her in the chest. It fell from her apron with a plop into the pan of water she had in front of her. Her head came up with a snap as she glared at her smirking friend.
“Excuse me? Did you just throw stuffing at me?” she asked as she narrowed her eyes.
“Well, gee, there’s no one else here,” Bridget answered sarcastically, “so, I guess I did.”
“Why?”
“I thought it would get your attention, and it did. Now, what the hell is wrong with you today? Headache? Hangover? What?”
“Oh, so you wanted to get my attention,” Tess replied, grinning evilly and picking up a handful of stringy cooked squash that was waiting to go into the food processor.
“Don’t you dare throw that at me,” Bridget squealed seconds before she had stringy slippery squash dripping down her face. Wiping her eyes, Bridget picked up four eggs from the carton next to her as Tess dove for the kitchen door.
Yanking it open, she jumped back just as Bridget let the eggs fly, smack into Rory’s massive chest.
Both girls froze and Rory opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He stood there as yolk and shells dripped from his shirt, down the front of his pants and pooled on his large shoes.
Tess slowly backed up until she bumped into Bridget who whispered in her ear, “Run!” but Tess couldn’t seem to make her legs move.
Seeing that her partner in crime wasn’t going to be able to escape, Bridget wrapped an arm around Tess’s waist, tilted her chin up in defiance and waited. They didn’t have to wait long.