Page 24 of Rory: His to Discipline

“This is a problem for me Rory. I … I think I can mind you, at least most of the time. I know you are this kind of man and that you want to protect me and keep me safe. I am not sure about…the other? Why do you need this from me and what if I do not like it? I would not want to worry about being punished while we were .…”

“No, Tess, they are two separate things. Punishment would not be part of making love. When I say I need to control you in the bedroom, it is for our mutual enjoyment. I would never do anything you did not like, but I will make you try new things. If there are things I do that you hate, you have only to tell me to stop. I would never hurt you, not in a sexual way at least. I can’t promise that your beautiful little ass won’t hurt if you misbehave,” he told her turning her face up to him. He could see her lips trembling in the faint glow of the dash. Her dark eyes searched his face as she laid her hand on his rough cheek.

“I will go home, Rory,” Tess murmured, lifting her lips to his and gently kissing him. “We can take things slowly, yes?”

Rory lifted his hips and pressed his rock-hard erection into Tess’s bottom. “I don’t know how slow I can go, babe. I already want you so badly I can’t think straight, but I will do my best,” he replied, slowly sliding his hand up her leg beneath her skirt and cupping her center. Damp heat engulfed his searching fingers and he smiled darkly. Pushing aside the elastic on one side of her panties his finger was bathed in her juices as he stroked lightly over her hard, little nub.

Tess tried squirming away unsuccessfully as Rory clamped his other arm tightly around her waist.

“Hold still, babe, I need you to show me how slow you want me to go,” he growled continuing to rub her with tantalizing unhurried brushes of his thick digit.

Tess’s head dropped back against his shoulder, lightning flowed through her and her hips began to dance. Moaning, she tried to push herself closer to his touch, but he held her firmly, her bottom pushed snuggly onto his erection, controlling her every movement.

“Easy,” he whispered. “I’m trying to go slow here. I don’t want to rush you,” he grinned before capturing her lips in a melting kiss.

“Rory, please,” she begged when he finally let her come up for air. “Please .…”

Deliberately misunderstanding her, Rory ever so softly let his finger graze her one last time before he released her. Shifting his hands to her waist he deposited her back in her seat gently.

Sighing, he leaned back in his seat, brought his hand to his face and licked his fingers as if he had just finished a decadent desert.

Wide-eyed, Tess gasped and shifted in her seat, trying to control the relentless need he had gifted her with. “Rory,” she hissed, totally embarrassed.

“What?” he asked grinning wickedly. “You’re delicious, babe. I can’t wait for the next course.” Adjusting his seat, he backed out of the parking space and exited the dark lot. He knew perfectly well that Tess’s pleading had not been for him to stop and it was extremely gratifying to know she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, even if she couldn’t admit it. Yet.

Chapter Nine

Pulling into the side parking lot of The Rose and Thistle, Rory parked the car. Tess was still trying to stop the quivering in her limbs as he walked around to her door. Taking her hand, he pulled her out and right into his arms, her feet several inches above the ground.

“Ten minutes,” he growled nuzzling her neck. “Get what you need for tonight. We’ll get the rest tomorrow,” he told her insistently, setting her on the ground and turning her towards the outside stairway with a light smack on her butt.

“What is the hurry?” she asked over her shoulder, surprised by the time constraint.

“I’m not going to give you enough time to put out the fire I started,” he told her firmly, staring into her eyes, dead serious.

Tess was shocked, it had not entered her mind to relieve herself, but now that he mentioned it, it seemed like a good idea. Nodding, she turned to the stairs, her foot on the first step when she paused. “You are not going to tell Patrick, are you? I do not want to get Molly in trouble.”

“Molly can take care of herself, little one. You should be more concerned about your own bottom. I’m still not happy with the way you took off and left my mother worried sick. Not to mention me. No, I’m not going to tell Patrick. Leave your bag at the top of the stairs and meet me in the bar. I’ll carry it down when we come out.”

Tess nodded and proceeded up the stairs, Rory watching until she closed the door.

* * *

The pub was busy for a Tuesday night, but they drew a decent crowd most nights. Patrick was tending bar and Molly was serving sandwiches to a table of rowdy women in the corner. She glanced at Rory as she went by and smiled a sweet little nervous smile. The one he returned wasn’t so sweet. Before he got comfortable on his barstool, the door opened and Maggie and Nick sailed in. Plopping herself on the stool next to Rory, Maggie shrugged out of her coat and handed it to Nick.

“Hey, I heard you were back,” Patrick smiled. “How was the honeymoon? Nick, did this termagant give you any trouble?” he teased.

“No more than usual,” Nick replied grinning as he took the barstool next to his wife after he hung up her coat.

“Very funny you two,” Maggie replied. “Is this a bar or just a place where men come to act like asses? How about a beer and give one to my brother here, he seems a little grumpy. You lose your woman again?” she asked, laughing.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Rory shot back. “Thought you were going to Ma and Da’s to get the kids?”

“We were, but I decided to stop in, just in case someone needs some moral support,” she smiled, picking up the beer Patrick put in front of her.

“Where are you gonna get some morals, Maggie?” Rory snorted.

“Not from you,” she retorted.