Page 31 of Rory: His to Discipline

Tess screamed out his name as a million stars exploded, hurling her far from earth. Her pussy contracted on Rory’s fingers as he continued to thrust them into her dripping body. Honey flowed from her and coated him to his wrist. Leaving her sensitive clit alone for a moment, he kissed the inside of her thighs, working his way closer and closer to her treasure as she began to recover. Licking all around it and occasionally swiping the top with his tongue, he kept his fingers imbedded deep in her cunt, enjoying the sporadic pulses.

“Rory?” Tess panted, flexing her fingers. Her hands had fallen from the slats and she was having a hard time stringing two thoughts together.

“Hands on the slats, babe,” he ordered between nips of her tender center. Tess’s obedience surprised and delighted him. He rewarded her with gentle sucks of her clit until she began to rapidly buck against his mouth. Squeezing her bottom firmly he drove her over the edge again, her guttural groans music to his ears.

Letting go of the slats, Tess grasped at Rory’s arm and tried to draw him to her. Rising to his knees, he shoved down his pants and pulled open the nightstand drawer to grab a condom. Before he could slip it on, Tess grasped him in her hands, her eyes going wide.

His cock seemed enormous to the startled Tess. Long and heavy, the weight of it in her hand made her toy look like a Q-tip. Fully engorged, it was hard and pulsing with a life of its own. Rory grinned as he removed her hand and rolled the condom into place.

“Don’t worry babe, it’ll fit. Tightly, sure, but that’s a good thing, I promise.”

With Rory looming over her Tess was reminded of his size and strength, but he was also gentle and caring. Pulling him to her she trustingly gave herself over to his care.

Lifting her hips Rory positioned the head of his cock at her slippery opening and began to slowly, firmly slide home. It took a few minutes for her to open to him fully, but she never showed any signs of discomfort.

Little gasps puffed from her lips and her eyes were tightly closed, a look of concentration on her face. Finally, when he was seated to the hilt, she opened her eyes looking between their bodies to see if he was truly all the way in. Seeing that was the case, a brilliant smile bloomed across her face as though she had accomplished an amazing feat. She squeezed her internal muscles and smiled brighter when he groaned in response.

“You can feel that?” she asked, surprised.

“Of course, I can feel that. It’s like a velvet fist closing around my cock,” he groaned.

“I like it,” she smiled, rubbing her hands up and down his chest, grazing his nipples.

“Oh, babe, I like it too,” he told her as he began to move his hips in a slow thrusting rhythm. Rory was going to go slow. He forced himself to move carefully in and out of Tess’s clenching pussy, and he was doing all right until she began to moan and raise her hips to meet his. Each time he withdrew, her exquisitely tight sheath clung to him from the base of his cock to the tip. Each trip in she stroked him in reverse, giving him so much pleasure he literally didn’t know if he could take it. Tess began to whisper his name along with little ‘pleases’ and ‘ohs’ and that was about all he could stand. When she threw her arms around him and wrapped her legs around his waist it was all over.

Rory rode her hard, uncontrollable lust permeating his every pore. Faster and harder he thrust. Tess’s head was literally hanging over the arm he had wrapped tightly around her as she pleaded for relief, from what he wasn’t sure. He hoped she didn’t want him to stop, because his teeth had begun to tingle and his climax was imminent. Reaching quickly between them, he stroked her clit only three times before she screamed his name and the clenching began deep in her pussy. Rory came so hard, he couldn’t see. Jet after jet of cum pulsed into the condom and he prayed it wouldn’t break. Struggling not to crush her, he flipped them both over so Tess was resting limp against his chest, still fully impaled on his only slightly softer cock. Stroking her back and bottom, Rory kissed the top of her head and sighed in satisfaction as she drifted to sleep.

Chapter Eleven

Rory closed his eyes and let Tess sleep. Holding her like this, with his cock still impaling her and her soft breasts against his chest, was about as near to heaven as he could get. Her legs were on the outside of his hips, her little ass elevated. He could feel each breath she took. Every now and then she would give a wiggle as she settled in and it was all he could do not to grab her hips and begin thrusting.

Knowing he needed to remove the condom, he finally sighed and moved her gently off his body. A pitiful whimper was her only complaint as she settled on her back next to him, her legs splayed open invitingly. Forcing himself to walk away, he went to the bathroom, disposed of the condom and washed his still hard cock. Wetting a cloth with warm water, Rory returned to the bedroom. He almost caved and let her sleep, but the sight of her beautiful pussy so nicely on display killed that idea. Opening his nightstand, he removed several items and placed them within easy reach. When he was satisfied, he lay down beside Tess and began to gently clean her. Wiping her thighs first, he moved upward until his hand was firmly cupping her pussy, stroking each and every fold and crevasse with the cloth.

Tess opened her eyes, studying Rory as he performed this intimate act. Reaching out her hand she touched the side of his face until he turned to look at her. Tess’s surprised expression told him that she was not used to being cared for, but that would change as long as he had anything to say about it.

As his woman, she was entitled to his devotion. Washing his essence from her sticky thighs didn’t begin to touch on the things he would do to ensure her well-being. Rory fully intended to provide for Tess in all things, physically, financially, and emotionally. Guidance and discipline would be a part of that, along with security and marathon sex was up there on his list too, he thought with a grin. Setting the cloth aside, Rory lay down beside Tess and gathered her into his arms. Touching Tess was fast becoming his favorite activity and he shamelessly took advantage of her sleepy compliance. His hands traveled down her back and massaged the creamy skin of her bottom. It wouldn’t always be so soft and cool. He was sure there would be plenty of times it would be hot and punished, but for now he enjoyed the supple curves just as they were. Kissing her mouth, his tongue swept in, plunging into her warmth before moving to that spot just below her ear, biting gently.

Tess sighed and arched her back, unconsciously pushing her bottom into his hands. Her breasts were crushed to his strong chest, one hand pinned under him, the other around his thick neck, her fingers sliding into his hair.

“Babe, do you trust me?” Rory murmured as his hot breath fanned across her shoulder. His huge hands pulled her lower body impossibly tight to him. His cock was fully erect and scorching her belly.

Tess stilled, while she considered his question. Her flushed cheek was pressed against his chest, his strong heart beating beneath her ear. Did she trust him? She guessed being stark naked in his bed was an indicator of trust. She had shaved off every hair on her pussy in what she could barely admit to herself, was an effort to please him. She had let him do something to her that she had previously considered unlikely and embarrassing—well she had not actually let him, but she sure as hell enjoyed it. Other than spanking her, he had never hurt her, only given her pleasure.

Rory waited, breathing in her fragrance, cupping her bottom firmly to hold her in place. In reality, it was a moot point. If she didn’t, she would learn to, but if he had already gained her trust, his plans for the rest of the night might go much smoother. Either way, she wasn’t getting out of his bed until morning, and maybe not even then.

Tess whispered, “Yes”, and hid her face in his neck, hoping she meant it.

“Good girl,” Rory answered. Approval was clearly present in his tone and he gave her bottom a little pat and released her. Moving up the bed, he sat with his back against the headboard, his legs outstretched before him. “Come here, babe,” he ordered, patting his lap. “Lay across my lap.”

Tess eyed him suspiciously. On her knees beside him, her hands closed into tight little fists, she remained where she was.

“Why?”

“Because I told you to,” he stated firmly, a grin quickly suppressed. He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.

“I did not say you could spank me,” Tess insisted, her fists on her hips now.

“I didn’t ask,” he replied just as his long arm snagged her wrist and propelled her over his lap.