Marked

by Skylar West

  She squealed. "This," I plunged three digits into her sopping pussy, "is mine." I slid those same three fingers into her mouth. "This is mine, too, now suck." The vibration of her moans on my fingers made my cock throb with need. I pulled her top leg up high and slid my hard cock into her sodden folds.

  "Ohh," she gasped. I wrapped my arm around her thigh, creating leverage, and began pumping, slamming her swollen ass with my pelvis. The sound she was making was moving me faster toward my orgasm than I wanted, and she was on the threshold of hers. "No, T, no coming unless I say so."

  "Oh, Jimmy, please, please may I come?" Music to my ears. "Now," I cried. She screeched my name as her juices coated my cock. I fucked her harder, and within seconds, she was ready to come again. "Please, Jimmy, please."

  "Are you a good girl, Theresa?"

  No answer. "Say you're a good girl, and I'll let you come."

  "I'm a good girl, Jimmy."

  "Then, come, good girl." And she did, her vaginal walls squeezing and pulsing continually in one long orgasm. The continued contractions set me off, and within seconds, I yelled my release, filling her up. I slid out a few minutes later and pulled her tight against me.

  "Theresa, last night, your confession, I need you to know that you are cleansed, free of everything that happened to you in my absence. It's my fault. I claimed you as mine when I spanked you in the treehouse, and then I left. I can't take it away, but I can spend the rest of my life trying to make up for it."

  She sighed and pressed her warm ass into my groin. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

  "I love you, Jimmy," she said simply.

  I kissed the back of her neck. "I love you, too, but if I have to ask again, I will restripe that fine ass of yours."

  "Yes, Jimmy, I understand. I feel released. It's hard to explain, but I've always been hard on myself. With what happened yesterday, being in Maggie's shoes, I realized that I was so young. What did I know? Nothing, really. It's not my fault; I was a victim of a stalker, and it's not your fault, either. It's not anyone's fault; it just happened. And getting to that place is really good for me. But, Jimmy?"

  "Yeah, baby?"

  "Honestly, I still don't know much. I've only had sex with two guys, and I don't date, have never dated. I'm a recluse, too. I'm socially awkward, and I hide from social pressure. I know I'm a premier blogger, so that doesn't make sense. But I only share what I want, and how and when I want. Social media can be a good place to hide; most people don't realize that. You're like the opposite to me, you're good at everything. Are you okay with that, with not trying to change me, accepting me just as I am? Because if you're thinking my being as I am is as a result of what's happened to me and you want to fix it, then I don't want to go any further with you. I wish to be fully accepted as I am; can you do that?"

  My God, she was sweet. She could have railed against me, blamed me, but instead, she asked for acceptance. The thought had crossed my mind more than once that she had changed, that maybe she did need my help in getting to her real self. I still believed that to a degree, but it was not about changing her, it was about true acceptance, so she could grow.

  She could believe in herself; that's what had been taken from her. Would that help her position of solidarity? I had no idea and didn't care either way. Her, fully engaged in what she wanted out of life was all I wanted, and to share the journey with her, of course.

  "Yes, Theresa Romano, I accept you just as you are, and you must do so, too, farfallina. I am a dominant man, as you know. I take what I want, and I don't share. Can you accept that about me?"

  I squeezed her ass as I spoke for emphasis. "I will discipline you, but more importantly, I will love you, amore, cherish you, and make love to every inch of your body so, you will always know how much you mean to me."

  She sighed in contentment. "Yes, Jimmy Falcone, I accept you."

  "Then let's discuss what's next for us. I want us to live together, here, or your house, or my old house, or somewhere completely new, your choice. Pops spends eight months a year in Florida, and with Ma gone, well, I don't even know why we have this place, to be honest. Look at the size of the thing."

  She laughed. "I understand, but it's still Maggie's home for her whole life, and I don't want that to change for her until she is ready. So, I will move in here. But could you do one thing for me, Jimmy?"

  "You name it, bella."

  "Could you reinforce the treehouse? I want us to be able to go there. My best memories are at your house and in that treehouse."

  Of course, bella, I'll build you a village in the trees if you like."

  She giggled. "I love the one we have, I just want to make sure that when you take me there, we don't fall through the floor."

  She hesitated then. "Um, maybe you should check with Maggie first? I don't want to ruin anything for her or your dynamic, and this is so new, she might find it unnerving."

  I wasn't about to enable her lack of confidence into our life together. I was in control of my life and always had been. I slammed my hand down on her ass. She let out a startled yelp. I pushed her flat and rained lows down on her backside.

  "Who's in charge here, T?"

  "You, Jimmy."

  "Is Maggie something for you to worry about?"

  "No, Sir."

  "Good girl." I rubbed her scorching ass. "We have a very open policy, free communication, and if she has issues, she will let me know. But she adores you, and I know she wants you here."

  She rolled onto her back to stare into my eyes, looking for the truth of my words. Satisfied, she gave me a sexy smile. "So, when do I move in, Master Jimmy?"

  "How about today?"

  "Today?" She suddenly sat up, looking like a deer in the headlights.

  "Well why not? After I take your virginity, we have all day. We will go to your place, pack up your clothes, grab food and toiletries. Then, my cousin, Jules, she runs a cleaning service, she can get rid of what you don't want and get the place ready to be rented. What do you say?"

  "Virginity?" she asked, blushing.

  "Yes, virginity. I told you when you were bad and needed to be punished, I would fuck your ass. Even though you have been forgiven all, we did not get to it last night because you fell asleep. So now, farfallina, your ass is mine."

  She was about to speak, so I grabbed her by the hair and plunged my tongue into her mouth, effectively shutting up her rebuttal. I pinched her nipple with my other hand, and she moaned in my mouth.

  I pulled her back until she was on her hands and knees then knelt behind her and rubbed her back, interspersing the back rubs with light smacks to her ass. Each blow that landed, she arched into. I held her hair tight in one fist while my other hand roamed her back, ass, and pussy, delivering smacks and rubs at random. When she was mewling with need, I let go and grabbed lubricant. I rubbed my fingers from her sopping hole to the little bud opening of her anus. Then I rubbed lube all over my hard cock and pressed the head of my cock against her anus. She yelped and tried to pull away.

  I grabbed her around the waist and delivered stinging blows to her backside, more because I wanted the heat to spread through her core. She wiggled and pushed, wanting my cock inside of her, but not her back entrance.

  "Theresa," I hissed. "You are going to be punished, but you will like it, little butterfly, I promise."

  I pressed one finger into her tight cunt while simultaneously pressing the head of my cock into her ass. She screeched but held still. I, too, held still, giving her time to adjust to the new sensations she was experiencing.

  "Listen to me now, cara. I will hold still, and you will back into me as you relax your muscles, understand?"

  She nodded, which is all she seemed capable of doing. I rubbed her clit, and as I did, she arched her backside and I slid in further. It seemed to take forever to get her halfway, but I didn't lose any hardness. She was so tight and turned on, she just needed to let go of her fear.

  I stroked her mons and then plunged all my digits ins
ide of her. Now, she arched her back and began to move against me. In a few thrusts, I was all the way inside. She was beside herself with sensation and came within a few strokes of her back and front entrance. Then she let out a long keen as one orgasm after another ripped through her body.

  The intensity of the sensations she was experiencing was also ripping through my own body, and it wasn't long until I came in her ass. Exhausted, we both collapsed on the bed for a few minutes, catching our breaths.

  "Oh my God, Jimmy, that was amazing. I had no idea anal sex could be so good. It gives new meaning to that saying 'hurts so good.'"

  I laughed and pulled her up. "Okay, my little slut, shower time and breakfast, and then we'll head over to your place."

  Theresa

  When I came downstairs, freshly showered and feeling a bit like a boneless fish, Jimmy had an omelette ready for me, laden with vegetables, no cheese and no toast, just the way I liked it. How did he know? Maybe it wasn't a matter of knowing but simply understanding my nature and the respect I held for my body.

  Somehow, the man knew me, and it was as if all that time apart never occurred. That, from the time he left until now could be summarized as a weird kind of limbo. Even college seemed a dream. This, our life now and our life before, seemed real.

  On the drive to my house, we discussed what to do with the two houses. "Jimmy, do you think I should sell the house or rent it?"

  "I spoke with Bobby while you were getting ready; he says there are a half dozen new residents coming into the hospital in the next few weeks and feels he could get your place rented out for a premium if you leave it furnished. How does that sound?"

  I was surprised at how fast this was working out. "Fine, great, actually. So, what do we need to do, then?"

  "I have a couple of the guys coming in two hours, with a work van. Whatever you want to take, furniture wise, if anything, can be loaded. I have a bunch of empty boxes in my garage at the old house; we can fill those with whatever personal items you want. And we can use suitcases for your clothing and bags for your shoes. The food we can move over to my fridge at the old house or our place, whatever you think. That's it, really. Jules will take care of the cleaning, and Bobby volunteered to stage the house before he shows it for you to the new residents."

  "Wow, I don't know what to say. You have everything so well in hand. What are your thoughts on my office, like where should I set up at your place? I definitely need an office space, and I don't want to invade yours."

  "We have tons of rooms that aren't being used, but I have one in mind I think you will really like. If later, you want to replace your office furniture, then we can store the old stuff in my garage or sell it, whatever you want. But I'd like your office to be transferable, because it will make you comfortable."

  Again, I was speechless. He was so good at controlling and organizing. Something that would have taken me weeks to accomplish was being done basically in one day. I sat back in my seat, a smile on my face. Today, was a good day. I could feel things lifting in my world, taking on a new direction and a new meaning. I was excited for the move. "Jimmy?"

  "Yeah, babe?"

  "Thank you. I'm grateful to you for making this process so easy for me. I feel excited and I'm really happy."

  Jimmy smiled. "Me too, cara," he said, placing his hand possessively on my leg and giving it a little squeeze. "By the way, T, I saw Bobby and Josh's flat."

  "Really?" Surprise laced my voice.

  "I really like it. Bobby has an incredible eye. I offered him a job as his style is so in, right now."

  "That's crazy, really? What did he say?"

  Jimmy laughed. "He's not ready to tell the hospital to beat it yet. But he would like to do some stuff for me on the side to keep up his creative flair, he said. So, he will be decorating a few apartments I have in a complex on the trendy side of town. I'm really glad I met him; he's a cool guy."

  I was thrilled. "He is, and poor Josh, he will be happy that Bobby is too busy to redo their condo every four weeks."

  Jimmy laughed. "Never thought of that."

  We arrived at my house. Jimmy pulled me up on my tiptoes when he opened my door for me. I pressed into him, and he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm so happy, Jimmy, I love you."

  "I love you, too."

  Chapter Ten

  Theresa

  Relief flooded me when Maggie returned to the house that evening, and she was happy to see me. "Theresa, Dad told me you moved in, and I want you to know I'm so okay with it."

  "I'm relieved, Maggie, thank you. Now that I'm here, please ask me for help if you need anything or want to go for ice cream or anything. I really want us to be friends. And I'm hoping you are available after school for a birthday planning meeting?"

  She nodded enthusiastically.

  "Great, um, do you get picked up or take the bus, how does this work?"

  Maggie laughed. "Tessa takes me and Ems to cheerleading practice on Mondays, because Dad is at work, then she takes me back to her place for dinner and I get picked up later. Could you come to cheerleading practice at 3:30 tomorrow? I would love it if you would come. Then we could come home together."

  Wow, I was honoured. "I would love to. Are you allowed to use your phone?"

  "I can use the phone, but that's it."

  "Great, text me the address and I'll meet you there. Um, Maggie, I'm not much of a cook, but maybe you and I could get something made for your dad tomorrow as a surprise. Any ideas of something easy we could do together?"

  She thought for a minute and then said, "I have the perfect idea; let's do tacos. You can brown meat, right?" It wasn't an insult; she was genuinely asking.

  I nodded my head yes.

  "Great, so you can do the meat and warm the shells, and I will cut up the vegetables and shred the cheese. Do you like guacamole? My dad loves it, but if you can't make homemade, you can buy some already prepared."

  "What time does he usually get home?"

  "It depends on if I'm eating at Em's. If he knows dinner is at home, five, probably."

  "Cheerleading is an hour? Let's tell your dad dinner at six, then he doesn't have to rush, and it gives us time to shop and get back to make it. Sound good? We can talk about your birthday during dinner, and I'll make some notes and come up with a plan."

  "Thanks, Theresa." She gave me a hug and said goodnight. I found Jimmy in his office on the phone, speaking heatedly in Italian. I got the gist of the conversation, although I could not, by any stretch, be an interpreter. He invited me in, and I sat down in the same seat where Jimmy had brought me to his office the day of his mother's wake. Had it only been a few weeks? It felt like forever ago. Again, thinking back on my life between Jimmy, it seemed unreal, like it never happened.

  He hung up the phone. "Hello, Tesoro. How did it go with Maggie? She seemed happy?"

  He sat back and studied me, looking for what, exactly, I wasn't sure.

  "Jimmy, I know you run your show, but it means a lot to me to know how she feels about this without your interference. It gives me some reference on how to move forward."

  "Hmm, well, I tell you what, bella, you get naked and sit on my desk with your knees wide, and I will tell you."

  I blushed He'd caught me by surprise. But I was game, so I stood up and slowly slid down my black silk lounging pants, allowing them to puddle at my feet. Then I lifted the matching shirt over my head and tossed it his direction, and it landed directly in front of him on the desk. He grinned. I had no bra on and no underwear. His appreciative gaze made me feel sexy and turned on. I loved the way he eyed up and down my body.

  This was a new sensation for me, as I used to be so embarrassed by my own nudity, I would not go to bed naked. I didn't like how I looked, didn't think how I looked was worth noticing or mentioning. But Jimmy, he made me feel like I was a goddess. He loved the way I looked. That appreciation egged me on to actions I would have never considered a few weeks ago.

  I turned around and placed my ass on his d
esk then hooked my heels on the edges of the desk and opened my knees wide. I leaned my elbows back and dropped my head so my face was only inches from his.

  He leaned down and kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth, capturing my tongue between his teeth, nipping at me.

  I was wet. I could feel the juices soaking my crease.

  Jimmy stood up, releasing my mouth and coming around the desk to the front. He sat down on the chair I'd vacated and pulled it forward so he could lean his face between my thighs. His hot breath sent a shudder through my body. I was so ready to be taken. He blew his hot breath on my apex and drew one finger from my slit to my anus. Next, he pressed his thumb into my ass and licked my pussy.

  I arched up into his mouth trying to get closer, get him deeper.

  "Theresa, are you my little slut?" His words sparked a pulse deep within me that resulted in another shudder. He plunged a finger into my vagina and another into my ass. "Theresa, answer me, are you my little slut?"

  "Yes, Jimmy."

  "Good girl." He spanked my mons. "Now turn around with your knees and hands on my desk." As I did, he went to his desk drawer and pulled out a nasty looking wooden ruler. My expression must have shown my reluctance to feel it on my backside, because Jimmy's gaze changed from dominant to predator. It was a subtle shift but a shift, all the same, the latter always beginning the something new in our sex life.

  He stayed in front of me but lowered back to his office chair to look me in the eyes. "This, Tesoro, is for girls who need correction. Do you need correction, Theresa?"

  I shook my head vigorously no.

  He laughed. "We'll see."

  He moved behind me and plunged a finger into my sopping pussy, because despite my fear of the ruler, the very idea of it turned me on. He sank another digit into my ass and began pumping in and out of both. I arched and moaned piteously, looking for release. His other hand began to rain slaps on my backside. The kaleidoscope of sensations sent me off the edge, and I came hard.