Page 55 of Rory: His to Discipline

“I will do it while you are at work,” she forced out, panting.

“Not in this lifetime,” Rory asserted as he slipped farther inside her incredibly tight sheath, drawing closer to total madness. At last he gave in and plunged until his balls were snug against her.

Tess screamed in pleasure feeling every inch of him and every inch of the plug lodged so firmly in her ass. He held still as her fingers clawed at the tie holding her captive.

“Let me make myself clear,” Rory growled into her ear as he hunched over her, pushing his cock and the plug deeper. “In case you didn’t understand before, from this moment on your orgasms belong to me. If you need relief, you have only to come to me and I will gladly make you scream in pleasure, but under no circumstances are you to pleasure yourself. Do you understand?” he asked withdrawing and sliding back in with purpose.

“Yes,” Tess cried out, so full of him she could hardly think.

“Good,” Rory stated sliding his hand down her belly and firmly pinching her clit. Screaming, Tess arched away from his hand only to force her pussy tighter against him. Pain and pleasure were a heartbeat apart.

Stroking her softly now as if seeking forgiveness for his harsh reprimand, Rory wrapped one arm tightly around her hips as his busy fingers brought her to the edge. His cock seemed bigger than ever as he fucked her with amazing restraint. Tess shattered in his hands, milking him with her furious contractions, but Rory never paused, continuing his deep measured possession despite her pleas for a moment’s respite. Never taking his fingers from her clit he mercilessly drove her on to another climax, and another, and another until she was a weeping receptacle for his passion.

When Tess stopped struggling, when she was open to the fullest extent, Rory took his pleasure riding her with a speed and power that exceeded anything Tess had imagined. For the first time she had a glimpse of what an angry Rory would be like and she determined in that exact millisecond she would accept him as he was for all time.

Relaxing, she opened not just her body, but her heart and accepted his offering, relishing the pressure in her womb as he filled her with his release. Quietly she savored the weight of his body as he collapsed over her and rested.

Rory was silent as he gently removed the plug from Tess and carried it into the bathroom to be cleaned. Wetting a washcloth with warm water, he cleaned her bottom and thighs before releasing her from the bonds that held her. He removed the pillows.

Rolling her over he lay down beside her, pushing the hair from her face before inspecting her wrists. Kissing each one he was thankful they were only slightly red and not bruised as he had feared. Tess hadn’t made a sound and it worried him. Gathering her close, he kissed the top of her head.

“Are you all right?” he asked firmly, faking a confidence he didn’t feel.

“Mmm, yes,” she answered, snuggling closer, her head on his chest. She listened as his rapid heartbeat slowed, smiling when she felt him release a deep breath. Mr. Rory O’Malley was not quite as unaffected as he tried to make out.

“I love you, babe,” he whispered.

“Te quiero, Rory.”

* * *

Saturday was girl’s day out and they all met at the pub. Tess still had not found a wedding dress so they were on a mission. Patrick served them lunch and disappeared not wanting to intrude on one of the few days Molly took off.

“Molly dear, get out your list and let’s see what still has to be done.’ Maeve ordered. “We’ve not much time left.”

Molly pulled the list and a pen from her bag, firing off questions to the others.

“Cake?”

“Ordered, but I still need to find a topper,” Tess answered. “I can pick the cake up that morning, but I must be there before noon. They are closing early.”

“We should be able to find a topper at the bridal shop,” Maggie put in.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Is there anything special you’re looking for Tess?” Colleen asked.

“No, I am not picky. I know I will never find a bride and groom that looks at all like Rory and me. Maybe a heart would be nice, but it really does not matter.”

“Don’t you worry, I’m sure we will find the perfect topper,” Maeve assured her.

“Flowers?” Molly asked.

“I took care of that,” Colleen answered, “and I’ll pick them up the day before and keep them in the fridge.”

“Good,” Maeve replied. “Tess is everythin’ set with Father O’Connor?”

“Yes, we have been to see him for counseling and he will be at your house by 7:45 p.m., but he won’t be able to stay long after the ceremony. He has to get back for Christmas Eve Mass.”

“Yes, that’s true. You, Da and I will be goin’ to the Midnight Mass later that night, but I understand if you girls can’t be there. I know it’s late for the children. Of course, Tess and Rory will probably want to spend the night alone. I know you’re not plannin’ a honeymoon until after the holidays, but .…”