Marked

by Skylar West

  'I'm sorry, Bella, for my very bad behavior on Sunday, please forgive me. Love, Jimmy xo'

  The number of flowers took up the only four vases I owned. Just as I finished spreading them around my home, my phone lit up with a text.

  J: Do you always answer your door before checking who it is first? Bad girl.'

  Me: Jimmy?

  J: You may need a trip over my lap again, Tesoro, to remind you that I care and want you safe.

  I hated to admit it, but this Jimmy Falcone apology was getting me hot. I chose bratty in return to get a sense of how playful he was feeling.

  Me: Thanks, Falcone, you're a real tease when you're not around. I won't be over your lap anytime soon.

  I sat back giggling and wondering how he would respond. A moment passed, when my front door unexpectedly opened. Jimmy stood on the threshold. "I see you chose to be bratty, I guess you really do want that spanking."

  With his words, my lower extremities heated up, a rose hue spread across my neck and cheeks, my lady parts were clenching, and my lower belly was doing flip-flops.

  Jimmy shut the door and locked it. "Tsk, tsk, cara mia, doors unlocked, you open the door without checking, you wear shorty shorts. I think my girl is looking for attention."

  He stalked toward me, a predatory glint in his eye.

  "Now wait just a minute," I started to protest, but Jimmy grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss, shutting down any chance I had at a rebuttal. His tongue dove into my mouth, silencing me. One hand moved to my ass, squeezing, the other cupped my face, effectively holding me captive while his tongue invaded my mouth.

  "Have you been naughty, Theresa, hmm?"

  I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but I felt liquid heat move through me with his words.

  "Yes," I husked.

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, Sir," I answered. I hated the sound of my words in my own ears but couldn't deny the effect of the words on my body.

  "What did I say bad girls get?" Jimmy crooned like he was asking me my favourite flavour of ice cream and not if I was volunteering to get my ass whipped.

  "A spanking?" I asked brightly, hoping he had forgotten the other threat.

  He grinned. "That's right, Bella, what else?"

  He pressed his thumb against the bud of my opening. I gasped in response.

  "That's right, cara, you get spanked and fucked in the ass."

  Still locked in his embrace, Jimmy walked forward as I shuffled backward toward my bedroom. It was only twelve feet from the front door to my room. Jimmy's lips stayed on mine and his hand on my ass with one finger pressing against my virginal opening the entire time. He released me at the threshold of my room and sat on the end of my bed. He curled his finger at me in an invitation to come to him. I took the few steps to stand between his long, muscular thighs.

  He rolled my spandex shorts down over my ass and down my legs. Everywhere his fingers touched set my skin on fire with desire. He hadn't done anything yet, and already, I was dripping with the need for him.

  He pulled down my G-string next, and I stepped out of both. He lifted my shirt over my head and undid my bra. My boobs were at his eye level. Grabbing my ass with both his hands, he pulled me in, his teeth getting ahold of my nipple. I squeaked in surprise. He wrapped one of his legs around mine, keeping me imprisoned between his legs. While he assaulted my nipples, one of his hands left my ass to run along the seam between my thighs.

  "Oh, Jimmy, oh, that feels…so…good." My last words were lost in a moan that escaped my lips. He brought me to the brink of climax several times, not allowing me to release. I became a hot, wanton mess and the only thing I wanted was to come.

  "Over my lap, piccolo, let me show you how good you can feel."

  He brought his hand down to each cheek in succession then rubbed my ass. I moaned, pressing into his hand and grinding my hips. He proceeded to pepper my backside with a steady rhythm, the intensity picking up slowly, barely noticeable. The sensations I was experiencing were almost overwhelming.

  He stopped and kneaded my tender flesh, while his other hand was sliding along my moist slit. I moaned again, "Please, Jimmy, I need to come." He stopped rubbing and started spanking again. "Soon, cara, soon."

  He rained twenty of the hardest spanks on my steaming derriere, and while he did, he spoke in Italian. What he said, I had no idea, but it was hot, so hot that the spanking was making me hornier and his words were creating a deep ache inside me.

  He stopped and rubbed, continuing to talk quietly in his native tongue, the steady stream of Italian calming my frayed nerves. He stood me up and had me get on my elbows and knees on the bed. "Part your thighs, Theresa." I did, and they began to shake as he began to lick and nip at my swollen nub. I almost went out of my mind with the intensity of the feelings I was experiencing. He added a finger to my sopping entrance, and I came instantly, squeezing his finger as my muscles convulsed.

  "You are so tight, cara mia, deliciously so." He ran his thumb from my sopping slit to my anus, pressing his thumb into my virgin bud.

  "Jimmy," I squealed. Panicked, I tried to shy away.

  "No, no, shh, do not panic, piccolo."

  I stopped squirming and allowed him to continue. He moved his mouth back to my opening, flicking and licking, working me up to the point of another climax. He pulled back for a moment.

  "No, don't stop, I beg of you, please don't stop."

  He pressed his thumb into my ass while his fingers plunged into sopping folds. I screamed my orgasm, which seemed to go on forever, my sex continuing to clench and spasm. I felt spent as I collapsed on the bed. Jimmy climbed up beside me and pulled me into a spoon position.

  "I see you enjoyed that. Do you want more, Bella?"

  I sighed in sheer contentment. Gazing into his face, I answered, "Yes, please."

  He took off his pants and deposited them on the floor but not before pulling a condom from his pocket. When he stood, his cock also stood; he was large and very hard. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, bringing my knees up on top of his shoulders. He slid, torturously slowly until he was fully inside me to the hilt. He felt huge in comparison to the only other cock I'd ever had, which was Steve.

  "Oh, Jimmy, I crooned. He slid his cock in and out slowly, creating exquisite friction in my lady parts. "Jimmy, I'm going to come."

  "No, not yet, Bella. You have to wait for me this time. If you don't, I will pull out and fuck that little back hole of yours."

  He began pumping hard, taking me the way I'd always wanted, always imagined.

  "Now," he grunted. We both released in shuddering spasms. I felt wave after wave of release ripping through my body. When our heart rates began to slow, Jimmy pulled off his condom and headed to the bathroom. He brought back a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. He went back and cleaned himself up, I presumed, when I heard the water turn back on.

  He came back to the bed and I curled into his side, my head resting on his chest. I must have dozed off because an unbidden thought of Maggie popped into my mind and I startled. "Jimmy, what about Maggie?" I made a move to get up, and he chuckled, pulling me back.

  "Relax, Bella, she is at cheerleading practice. Al's wife, Tessa, is the coach and takes Maggie and their daughter, Emma, who is Mag's best friend. I will pick her up later, so, we have three hours and reservations."

  "Reservations?"

  "Yes, if you'll join me, Theresa?"

  I hesitated. He had bought me coffee, sent me a delicious lunch, flowers, and brought me to multiple orgasms. I wanted to say yes, but I was still worried that drunk, bar Jimmy would embarrass me again.

  "Theresa, if you're not ready, it's okay to say no. I was a total ass, a jealous ass, and I hope, in time, you can forgive me." He addressed my fears without me having to bring them up. I liked that and decided to take a chance.

  "Thank you, Jimmy. I forgive you. Honestly, I'm just worried about it happening again."

  He gently cupped my face. "Theresa, vita mia, I give y
ou my word that drunk ass Jimmy, if he should ever rear his ugly head, will never embarrass you like that again. I'm not perfect, and where you're concerned, I'm possessive. It is important to me that we have boundaries and that you understand mine as well, Tesoro. Don't think to push my buttons with another man. We will play games, T, but trying to hurt me or make me jealous won't be tolerated. Do you understand?"

  "I understand, Jimmy, I don't like those games, either, and I'll make a promise of my own. If you ever cheat on me, Jimmy Falcone, we are done, no second chances, capiche?"

  He gave me a deadly grin. "Capiche, now go and get ready; you have half an hour. I'll be back."

  "Half an hour, where are you going?"

  "Next door to shower and change."

  I was shocked. "Next door, as in your old place?"

  He nodded.

  "Since when?"

  "Since yesterday. You didn't think I would let another man move in next door to a hot thing like you? Now that I know you don't lock the doors or check your peephole before answering the door, I got to keep my eye on you." He winked and exited the back door.

  Chapter Three

  Jimmy

  "Dad, did you have a date?"

  I'd picked Maggie up from Al and Tessa's and was driving back to the mansion when she posed the question.

  "What makes you think that?"

  "Well, you're happy and you smell like women's perfume."

  A soft laugh escaped. "You don't miss much, do you, chica?"

  "No, Daddy, I don't."

  I deflected by asking her a question, "What about you, anyone at school catch your eye yet?"

  "If I did like anyone, I wouldn't tell you. How uncool is that?"

  I turned into the driveway and pulled into the garage, shutting off the engine. I turned to face my daughter. "Mags, I know not having a mother to tell things to has been hard, especially now with Nonna gone. I want you to know, I'm more liberal than you think. I'm here for you and I respect your feelings; you can share anything with me."

  She gave me an accessing look, which reminded me a lot of Theresa at her age. "Prove it."

  "Okay, Mia, and how do I do that?"

  "Tell me about your date, but like, really, tell me, you know, not the details, yuck. But like how you felt and what you like about her, that kind of stuff."

  I realized by her desire to know the intricate dynamics of the male/female interactions, she was looking for a blueprint, the type of thing a mother would generally provide. I told her I was liberated, so it was time to share, and I hoped I could give her what she sought. "Okay, I'll tell you what. Let's go inside and make some hot chocolate, and I'll tell you all about my date with Theresa. I'll even throw in a bonus."

  She clapped her hands excitedly. "What bonus?"

  "I'll tell you what twelve-year-old boys are thinking about. But, you gotta fess up, too, capiche?"

  "Capiche," she agreed, a broad smile lighting up her beautiful face.

  "I love you, Mags."

  "I love you, too, Dad."

  Three hours later, I was heading off to bed with a smile plastered to my face. Being a friend and confidant for Maggie, instead of a parent, had allowed me wonderful insights into her thoughts and feelings. It felt natural to slide back into my role as young Jimmy, the guy who had won Theresa over, resulting in the best conversation with my daughter that I'd ever had.

  My daughter and Theresa both needed the old Jimmy. I needed the old Jimmy. Being caught up in the business world since graduating, I could see that I had become serious. By nature, I'm a fun loving, playful guy, and it was time to channel that.

  During our father/daughter confessional, I shared with Maggie that I wanted us to have a date night once a week. Her response had been very enthusiastic, and she'd already planned the first month's worth of daddy/daughter dates.

  I added them to my calendar on my phone and asked her about joining Theresa and me for a night on the town. I didn't tell her the date would be a lead in to getting Theresa to help with her birthday party. I would help the idea along at some point. Knowing my daughter, she would run with it, once it was brought up.

  The next morning, when I woke up after a great night's sleep, I felt vigor in my spirit and a new hunger in my body. I was switched on to life and sexual desires which all centered around Theresa in my bed. I was stiff just picturing all the things I would do to her. But not today; I had special plans to unroll. I dropped Mags off at school and went straight to work. I planned on working through lunch and leaving early.

  Theresa would get an Italian lunch delivered that contained spaghetti and salad. Wednesday was a training day at the university and the only day she allowed herself carbs. She didn't know it yet, but one of her track and field heroes, Al Cantello, an old friend of my father's, would be visiting her today to give pointers to the team she was helping to coach.

  She had met Cantello once when he was a guest coach and she a student. Now at eighty-five years old, Cantello was still coaching long distance running with the naval academy. He is known as one of the world's greatest javelin throwers of all time.

  I wanted a front-row seat when T realized he was there to see her and give pointers to her team. Included with her lunch delivery was a gift, a new training outfit with longer shorts and a note that read, wear this today, please, you'll know why later. That would give her something to think about. A part of me hoped she would wear her old shorts so I could have a reason to punish her as she has the most spankable ass.

  I left work at 2:30 and drove through an early rush hour to get to La Salle University. I was still a distance away when I saw T enter the field wearing her new outfit. I pulled up and sat in my car by the field. Just as warm-ups began, I saw Al enter the training area and approach T. She was stunned, her expression of shock evident, even at this distance. She quickly shook hands with her hero and offered him a chair, which he declined. Then she looked up, looking for someone. When she spotted me in my car, she gave me a radiant smile.

  Then the show began, with T joining her team and benefiting from Al's teaching along with the others. She would often stop and write notes. This was the most focused I'd ever seen her. I never knew that running and training were such a huge part of who she is. When she was thirteen, she was just getting into track, and I missed the transformation that led to the incredible athlete I saw before me.

  And then I saw Steve; he wasn't supposed to be there. Robert had told me that Theresa volunteered on Wednesdays, only because it was Steve's day off. I got out of my car. If he tried anything with T, I would nail him. I walked nonchalantly over to the field and entered through the same doorway Al had gone through.

  Steve was standing in front of Theresa, talking to Al. I walked right over and shook Al's hand, disrupting Steve from whatever monologue he was boring the old athlete with. "Hello, Mr. Cantello, I'm Jimmy, you know my father, James Senior."

  "Jimmy, I just spoke with your father yesterday. I was sorry to her about your mother. Maria was a wonderful woman."

  "Thank you, sir, she was a wonderful woman and a great mother. I guess you've met Theresa. My mother helped raise this fine athlete you see before you."

  His eyes took on a new appreciation for Theresa. "She is a very talented coach. Why is it the university hasn't scooped you up, Theresa?"

  My girl looked uncomfortable, especially with Steve standing there glaring at her. I turned my attention to Steve. "Both Steve and Theresa were up for the position. It's too bad, in the end, politics won, and the better coach is now a volunteer."

  Al, being old school, tried hard not to laugh at me outing Steve. Theresa's cheeks heated but not out of embarrassment. She looked to Steve to see what his reaction would be, and sure enough, he'd risen to the bait. "I'll have you know, Falcone, I got the job fair and square. I deserved it." He couldn't hide the hate in his voice.

  This man may be a talented competitor, but he had no love for people. "You're right, Steve, and embarrassing Theresa and lying about her con
duct had nothing to do with you getting the job. You knew you couldn't get it on your own, so you contrived a way to get rid of her. Well done, poor sportsmanship, though. And not very honourable, what do you think, Al?"

  You could hear a pin drop, now the entire team stood still waiting for a comeback from Steve. This was a pivotal moment as the head of the track and field was listening, the team was listening, anyone who mattered was listening.

  "Who the fuck do you think you are, Falcone? What, did Theresa come whining to you about how I screwed her over all those years ago? She couldn't have handled the pressure; I did her a favour."

  Before anyone else had a chance to react, Theresa faced him directly.

  "You're right, Steve, the night I walked in on you having sex with my roommate, Ramona, you belittled me for the last time. I couldn't handle that type of pressure. So, if that is what you think it takes to run a team, then I guess you were the best candidate. But I am a winner, a champion, and I love this sport and these competitors."

  She held her arms open to all the students there. "And I will do whatever it takes to make them the best they can be, because I care, and I can. This man," she looked at Al Cantello, "is my hero because everything he does is with integrity and hard work. He is still considered one of the best American competitors of all time. That is what I emulate whenever I step on this field, honour and respect for the sport and for my teammates. You, Steve, are nothing, and when you step on this field, I'm embarrassed. Because, deep down, you know you don't have the mindset, you don't have the passion, and you don't have compassion. Deep down, all you really care about is you."

  She sneered the word you. I was shocked; that was the old Theresa. The team around her clapped. I guess Steve wasn't very popular with the athletes. The head of the team, Tom Patterson, motioned to Steve to follow him inside.

  "Well, Jimmy, Theresa, this was more than I bargained for. Theresa, you are a very kinetic athlete, you are training kids six years your junior, and you're working hard to keep up, but the fact remains, you're keeping up. With extra training, there is no reason why you couldn't go back to competing if you have a desire to, or full time coaching. I, for one, would love to see you working in this field. You have fire, girl, and passion, good qualities in an athlete."