Page 28 of Rory: His to Discipline

Sighing heavily, Tess looked out the window taking in the residential neighborhood. Pretty houses lined the streets. Manicured lawns and flowering shrubs divided the lots. Mini vans, children’s toys and basketball hoops told her even more. Families lived here in these comfortable homes. There was not anything as impressive as the Victorian home the O’Malleys lived in, but it was all still very nice.

Rory signaled a turn and pulled into the driveway of a corner house. Automatically the garage door opened and he eased in, turning off the vehicle. They sat in total silence for several minutes. He watched her closely wondering if she would bolt from the car. She hadn’t spoken since he told her where they were going. It made him slightly nervous.

Tess unbuckled her seatbelt, but did not get out of the car. What sense was there in worrying, she thought. It would not solve anything. Rory said he would take her tonight, and so he would. He said she would be his woman after this, but she was already his woman in her heart. Her mind might question her judgment, but her body would do anything he asked of her. That was just the way of things. She could still feel his long, thick finger inside of her and he had not touched her for hours. Her panties were soaked, even though she had changed them when she went upstairs at the pub to get her things. All he had to do was speak about touching her and muscles in her abdomen clenched. Warmth flowed and her body prepared itself as though possession was imminent. It did not matter if he was firm and commanding or soft and gentle, she wanted him. He could praise her or scold her, it seemed to make no difference. All Rory had to do was look at her and her heart beat faster, knees weakened and palms sweated.

At first, she tried to convince herself it was fear that inspired this reaction, and in truth there was a little of that too. Even among his family and their antiquated ideas, Rory stood out as just a little tougher, a little firmer, and a little harder. There was darkness in him, a resolve she did not sense in the others. Whether it came from his time in the military or was just in his nature, Tess did not know.

“Tess?” Rory stood quietly waiting at her open door, his hand extended. Her bag was slung over his shoulder. “Come on, babe, before the headlights go off.”

Tess took his hand. No was not an option at this point, and she knew it. His patience was a façade. If she were to utter the word he would pull her out of the car. Within moments his hands would stroke away her resistance as though it had never been born. His lips would silence her doubts with humiliating ease and she would be lost anyway.

Rory guided Tess in the back door, through the kitchen and down the hall into his bedroom. Setting her bag down, he helped her out of her coat and tossed it onto a chair in the corner. Gathering a few items from the master bathroom, he quickly snagged his robe from behind the door and a pair of pajama bottoms from his dresser drawer and threw them on the bed.

“You can use this bathroom. I’ll use the one down the hall. I think you’ll find everything you need in there but if not, just yell,” he stated, watching her closely. “Is there something you need to say?”

“No … I just thought maybe you would show me your home,” Tess answered tentatively.

“Tess, you’ll have plenty of time to investigate the whole damn house from top to bottom,” he promised with a grin. “Just not tonight,” he warned as he walked to her, pulled her tightly against him and kissed her deeply, his tongue lightly tasting her lips.

When he released her, Tess bent and put her bag on the bed. Her shaking fingers struggled with the zipper on her bag until he finally moved her aside and opened it himself. Reaching in, she grabbed her toiletries bag, an oversized night shirt and a pair of panties which Rory immediately removed from her hand.

“No panties. Not tonight or any night, unless you’re sick or it’s your time of the month,” he informed her. Closing her mouth with a finger under her chin, he turned her in the direction of the bathroom and gave her a little smack on the bottom. “Go.”

Tess went.

* * *

Rory showered and shaved quickly, slapping on some cologne before he returned to the bedroom. He could hear water running in the bathroom and figured he had plenty of time to change the sheets, which he did with military precision. Checking the drawer in his nightstand, he made sure he had condoms and lube, as well as few new toys he had picked up recently. For a moment he debated slipping his handcuffs into the drawer but decided a couple of silk ties would work just as well if he needed them and be softer on Tess’s skin. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, but he wasn’t above using them if she gave him any trouble. Rory fully intended to make love to Tess many times throughout the night and he had no desire to chase her around the bedroom. Tess would not be allowed to hide from him, either physically or emotionally. If he had to, he would bind her to his side. He was staking his claim in every way possible. If she couldn’t handle it, they would talk about it tomorrow, but for tonight, this one priceless evening, she would be his.

* * *

Tess dallied in the bathroom, stalling as long as she could. She heard Rory in the bedroom humming. Humming! Here she was, a nervous wreck, and he was humming. Talk about annoying. Reaching into her bag, Tess took out her favorite lotion and began smoothing it on her skin. In the shower, Tess used an exfoliating gel wanting her skin to be baby soft. After shaving her legs and underarms, she impulsively and carefully shaved her entire pubic area. Now, standing in front of the big mirror in Rory’s bathroom, she never felt more naked and exposed. Quickly she pulled on her oversized nightshirt, tugging it as low on her thighs as possible. After brushing her teeth, she stood there staring at her reflection, chewing on her fingernail and taking deep breaths. Every little movement reminded Tess of her bare pussy and the sensitivity was incredible. Why had she done such a thing? He would see every little quiver, each drop of moisture. There would be no way she could hide her response from him. Even now warmth flooded her body and she could feel the dampness on her thighs. Tess dropped her head into her hands and groaned when Rory tapped on the door.

“Come on, babe,” Rory called out, his voice deep and insistent. “I don’t want to drag you out of there, but I will.”

Walking to the door, Tess leaned against it, her cheek pressed to the wood. There was no way out of here except for the door. No escape would be possible. Stiffening her spine, Tess switched off the light and eased open the door.

The candlelight surprised her, as did the soft music coming from another part of the house. Rory wore sleep pants that rode low on his hips. His massive chest was bare, his dark hair slicked back and still damp from his shower. Rory’s eyes were hungry, his stance deceiving. She knew from experience that although he stood calmly by the bed, she would never get by him. Despite his size, he had excellent reflexes and it would be ridiculously easy for him to catch her. Trembling, she took a step closer, watching him warily, wondering if her desire would override her fear. In the end it didn’t matter anyway.

Rory watched her inch her way into the room. He could smell the light floral scent she favored. His chest clenched in pain at the panicked look on her face. She was making this much harder than it had to be, he decided, and in two long strides he had her in his arms, ignoring her squeak of surprise. Sitting on the bed, he settled her on his lap, holding her close and rubbing her back.

Tess sighed and rested her head on Rory’s shoulder. His warmth seeped into her and the tremors abated as she snuggled closer.

“God, you smell good, babe,” he whispered into her hair. “Tess, listen to me. I want tonight to be special for both of us and because of that, I need to know how much experience you actually have? I would never hurt you, but I don’t want to scare you to death either. How many lovers have you had, Tess?”

Tess shifted uncomfortably on his lap. Rory supported her with one arm and used the other to gently stroke her arm soothingly. After several minutes he moved his hand to her legs, sliding up and down the silky limbs, marveling at their softness. When she didn’t answer after several minutes, Rory slid his hand all the way up her thigh and settled it there as Tess squirmed to put a little space between them.

“Well?” he insisted, his fingers beginning to drum against her thigh in frustration.

“Hush,” she told him stubbornly, “I am counting.”

Rory snorted, scooped her into his arms and tossed her on the bed. “Very funny,” he told her as he stretched out beside her, his long leg thrown over both of hers keeping her pinned in place. “Look babe, I don’t care if you’ve had one hundred lovers before me. I plan on being the last anyway. I do, however, get the feeling that they may not have been very … imaginative. I doubt you’ve been spanked before and judging by your reaction to me the morning after the wedding, it seems pretty clear you have not been involved in any type of dominant/submissive relationships.

“Have you had anal sex? Have you tried bondage? Do you like oral?”

“Jesus, Rory,” Tess stammered, as she brought both of her hands up over her ears and blushed fiercely. “Must you be so crude?”

“Apparently, if I am to get any helpful information out of you, my love,” he smiled at her discomfort and nipped her shoulder. “Look, we have all night,” he told her rubbing her abdomen in small circles while she quivered under his touch. “I can spend hours teasing and prying every little thing out of you, or you can be a big girl and just answer the questions.”