The O'Malley Brides (26 page)

Rory clutched her close
, his cheek resting on the top of her head.  For a moment he felt slightly sick to his stomach, thinking about the dangers Tess had probably been so close to and never realized it.  “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 though he might want to hear.  When she was lying limply over his knees, sobbing and hiccupping, 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 dosed off.

Chapter 15

Tess yawned, waking slowly.  Alone in the big bed she hugged her pillow, turning to a more comfortable position on her side.  She vaguely remembered Rory kissing her goodbye as he told her he would try to get home early.  Although his intentions had been to take off the rest of the week, duty called.  A big case he was working on had some unexpected snags
and there was no way Rory would let the
perpetrator
slide through his fingers. 

Reaching back, Tess gently touched her bottom, grimacing as she felt the still warm, slightly puffy flesh.  The chances of her running away from Rory again were slim to none if this was what the outcome would be.  There was no way in hell she wanted another spanking like the one she had received last night.  Even if she wer
e able to evade him temporarily,
Tess had no doubt that he would find her and even less doubt he would follow through on his promises.  Rory did not make idle threats.
Not that he would have a ha
rd time finding her.  Tess did not
believe she would be able to stay away from him for longer than a few days if that.
She loved him, plain and simple despite his antiquated ideas. 
If he said he would
make her wish leaving
had never entered her head, he meant it.  Having no idea what ginger root was used for in regards to punishment, Tess
was
determined to look it up online.  Depending on what she found, she would steer clear of any recipes calling for ginger.

Pushing away the embarr
assing memories of her vulnerable
bottom receiving his wrath, Tess concentrated on the happier moments of last night.  She was going to be married, she grinned, hugging herself, with all that entailed
—a
home, a family, a husband.  There would probably be children, although they had never discussed that.  Rory was a doting uncle and would make a wonderful father.  Tess had dreamed of having a child of her own, someone who would love her always, a child she could
shower with all the love and affection she had in her heart.  Somehow it did not seem quite so important right this minute.  She still wanted childre
n, but later, after she had
some
time to fully embrace her new life.   

Last
night Rory
had
carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed and stripped of every stitch of her clothing.  Rolling her onto her tummy
, he
rubbed soothing lotion into her blazing bottom before turning her over.  Stripping
,
he
settled between her thighs, took both of her wrists in one huge hand pinning them to the bed over
her head, and plunged
into her. 
He
stretched her mercilessly as he held still
,
buried to the hilt, his eyes focused intently on hers. 
Gasping,
Tess felt her pussy contract
ing, trying to accommodate his
incredibly
hard cock.  This was the first time he had taken her without a lubricated condom, and she could feel every ridge and pulse as he controlled her movements easily.  As her pussy relaxed and creamed, she tried to arch her hips, but he refused to move and her sore bottom kept her wiggles to a minimum.  Tess could not believe what was happening
, with
no foreplay what
so
ever, she was beginning to
pant, her
body praying for the slightest
movement of his cock within her.  She could feel moisture leaking from her
pussy
and she searched his face trying to understand.  There was only the slightest grin around his mouth before he threw his head back and groaned, plunging a little deeper now that she had softened.  Her rhythmic contractions took her completely by surprise.
Pinned
by his cock holding her sore bottom to the bed and her captured wrists, her body was going to move the only way it could, internally, clam
ping down on his raging hard on over an
d
over again.  He was incredibly
focus
ed and when she started pleading, he remained firm until she resorted to begging in Spanish. 

Finally Rory began to move
,
but not in the way Tess wanted.  Instead of fucking her in the long
firm thrusts she craved
, he bumped her; little short strokes that bumped her clit firmly against his pelvis and stroked a small section of her womb.  He never pulled out far enough to appease her, but continued to brush against that spot inside over and over until she lost her mind, coming so hard he struggled to hang onto her.  Weeping in relief, she sagged onto the mattress, ignoring the soreness of her butt. 

Rory allowed Tess only a moment of relief before he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. 
Screamin
g, Tess glared at him.
Rory released her wrists and began thrusting fully and firmly into her, as her scream became a deep moan. Various insults flew from her lips which Rory ignored.  Higher and higher she spiraled, clinging mindlessly to him as he gave her everything he had denied her.  Every inch of her was vibrating with lust, her hips rising and falling to meet each thrust. 

Feeling her contractions beginning around his cock, Rory thrust powerfully, his hands grasping her bottom, holding her firmly against him as he poured his seed into her milking pussy. 
Pleasu
re raced from his throbbing balls
outward to every cell in his body.  Collapsing onto the bed beside her, he kissed her shoulder, his hands running over her hair.  Spooning her, cupping her breast, Rory felt his heartbeat slowing to match hers. 

“Babe,” he whispered, just before he fell asleep.  “Did you
just
cal
l me a pimple on a whore’s ass
?” 

Her contented groan didn’t really
mask her giggle or
answer his question, but when she wiggled closer, pressing her warm ass against him, it didn’t seem so important.

Smiling
, Tess got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.  After she showered and got a cup of coffee from the pot Rory had brewed earlier, she surveyed the kitchen.  The cupboards looked a little tired, the floor
ing
needed replacing and the paint was dull.  The big window to the backyard was perfect and she loved the grid that was
inside the glass making
it much easier
clean
.  A lilac tree grew just bey
ond the window and Tess knew it
s heavenly scent would fill th
e kitchen in the spring. 

Holding
her coffee she strolled through the house, taking in each feature.  There was a big stone fireplace in the living room that obviously had not been used for some time.  Tall built in bookcases on each side were empty except for some sports magazines and pictures of Rory’s nieces and nephews. 
Paint, new carpeting and drapes would make a big improvement.  The only fu
rniture in the whole room was his
ugly old recliner, an end table and the massive TV.  As sparsely furnished as the house was, it gave Tess no clue what his preferences would be as far as style, but she did know how to paint.