Chapter 14 #3
“I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you, babe,” he whispered softly against her hair. “You have to promise me that you’ll never run from me again. Promise me that if you ever feel like that again, for any reason, you’ll come to me.”
“Would you let me go?” Tess asked breathlessly, pulling out of his arms a bit, searching his eyes. Her heart was pounding madly, a tiny voice inside her pleading, please say no, please say no.
“Not in a million years,” Rory answered truthfully, “but I will do everything in my power to fix whatever’s wrong and make you happy.
I can’t change the kind of man I am, Tess.
As much as I love you, I can’t promise not to spank you if I feel you need it.
I also plan on pushing every one of your limits in the bedroom.
No part of you will be safe from my attentions, Tess. Can you handle that?”
At this point Tess was pretty sure she was going to hell.
Each and every warning Rory gave her sent a thrill through her body.
Apparently, there was not a damn thing this man could say to her that would change how she felt about him.
Yes, she hated the type of spanking Rory had been applying to her bottom a few minutes ago, but the spanking she received last night had been one of the most arousing parts of the whole night.
Although doubtful that she would enjoy everything he did to her body, so far, he had a perfect score.
In fact, for most of the day she had tried to keep the memories of last night out of her mind without much success.
She spent the day in damp panties and even now she could feel the moisture leaking onto his leg.
Tess was not absolutely sure she could handle everything he sent her way, but she was sure she wanted to try.
“Yes,” she stated simply, answering before she could chicken out.
“Then marry me.”
“Rory … I .…”
“Marry me, Tess,” he demanded quietly. It was almost the death of him, waiting for her answer.
If she said no, he would still never let her go, and he would ask her again every day of her life.
Hardly daring to breathe lest he miss her answer, Rory forced his hands to relax, his jaw to unclench.
Tess felt tense in his arms, so he rubbed her back and prayed.
“Rory, I love you very much,” Tess began, slipping her arms around his neck. “I will marry you,” she promised, letting the feelings flow through her. It was incredible that this man wanted her for his wife.
Bending her back over his arm, Rory kissed her with a passion she had only begun to tap. Hanging on was impossible, she felt so weak with longing. Lying back in his strong arms was heaven.
“Oh, Tess, I love you so much,” he moaned against her lips.
“You’ve made me very happy.” After several minutes of passionate kisses, Tess felt almost drunk when he set her straight up on his lap.
Leaning weakly against him, she sighed in delight just before he picked her up and placed her face down over his knees once again.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked as he pulled up her skirt and plucked her panties from her right ankle.
“Babe, you know I never leave anything half done. I’m finishing your spanking,” he informed her, patting her barely pink cheeks with a grin.
“Ow, you are a jerk,” she shouted as his hand made crisp contact with her bottom several times.
“Could be,” Rory responded cheerfully, “but I am the jerk who is going to be your husband. And you, my little bride-to-be, will always get what you deserve. In this case it happens to be a good spanking, but later, if you’re very good, it may be something else.”
Grinning, Rory toasted Tess’s bottom for the next few minutes, weakening only once and sliding his thick finger deep into her core. Her deep throated moan was music to his ears as was the copious amount of honey that flowed from her as her hips arched for deeper access.
“Sorry, my love, for getting distracted,” he offered, as smack after smack followed the few seconds of pleasure. “You wouldn’t believe how hard it is for me to remain focused when I have my hands on your adorable bottom.”
“Oh, you poor dear,” Tess sneered before returning to a litany of Spanish curses.
“Babe, you might want to think about cleaning up your language. I can hear, you know,” he advised with a laugh. “No sense making this any worse than it needs to be. Do you think you understand this lesson? Under no circumstances are you to hide from me again. Are we clear?”
Stubbornly, Tess refused to answer until Rory picked up the pace, at which point she began tearfully babbling anything she thought he might want to hear.
When she was lying limply over his knees, sobbing and hiccuping, Rory stopped the spanking for the second and final time, scooping her into his arms and carrying her into the living room.
Sitting in his oversized recliner, he rocked her until she fell asleep on his shoulder, still occasionally sniffling.
Hitting the lever on the side of the chair, he let the foot rest come up and Tess’s soft warm body sprawled across his chest with a sigh.
Man, life is good, he thought just before he dozed off.