by Marlee Wray
“He didn’t even have her set the dining room table. We’re eating in the breakfast nook, like you’re not even company. I won’t just sit there and let him treat you like that.”
“I don’t need you to defend me, kitten, so don’t. Your ass in the chair in five minutes, I mean it,” he said in that voice.
Kate shivered. “I’ll come, but it’s wrong of you to make me,” she said, pouting.
His gaze dropped to her mouth. “I like it when you pout. Gives me an excuse to give you something to pout about.”
He turned and walked out. She dabbed her eyes and checked her makeup, wiping away the smudges under her lower lashes. She took a few deep breaths and returned to the table.
“Read your paper in Scientific American,” Rory said. “All made sense, except mentioning the Rudiyard study. That’s what? Forty subjects all from the Midwest? You really think that study validates anything?”
Her dad blinked, surprised, but he gamely entered into a discussion about his area of research. Though Rory said that he didn’t know the material well, he held his own in the discussion. He’d obviously read a bunch of her dad’s papers and prepped himself for the trip. She’d had no idea he’d done that.
Her dad was shocked too, especially when Rory brought up one of her dad’s earliest studies that had later been refuted by a larger one.
“Size matters,” Rory said without the slightest hint that he was making a joke. Kate bent her head so her hair would hide her smile.
“Where did you go to school, Rory?” her dad finally asked.
“St. Thomas Elementary in Baltimore.”
Her dad blinked and then laughed. “Rigorous course of study there?”
“As tough as it comes. Sister Mary-Paul never came out and said we’d go to hell if we didn’t finish the year’s reading list, but she implied it well enough. Pretty good motivator, eternal damnation.”
Her dad’s smile widened. “How about later in life? College?”
“Princeton.”
“Family school?”
“Not when I went, but since then one of my brothers. And my little sister’s there now.”
“What made you choose Princeton?”
“The name. I first heard of it as a little kid. I thought it was a college to train you to be a prince. As a five-year-old, being a prince seemed like a good gig.”
Kate smiled and shook her head. He had to be making this up.
“What do you do? Kate didn’t even seem to know when we asked.”
“I’m an investor.”
“In the stock market?”
“Sure, there. But also as a part of group that finds start-ups with potential and provides venture capital. For example, we invested in Uber and Twitter when they were ideas.”
Kate’s brows shot up. How did she not know this about him?
“That must have been lucrative.”
“It keeps the lights on. I choose some small businesses myself as a lone investor too. That’s actually more satisfying. More hands-on. Kate’s design project that won the Mann-Sayers award actually has me looking at some former graduates of the degree program she’s interested in. There’s a kid who just graduated with Yale’s Computing & the Arts degree who has some really innovative ideas. I usually stay away from tech, too crowded and not my area of interest, but this wouldn’t force me to go to meetings in Silicon Valley, so I’m gonna take a serious look. His first business plan wouldn’t fly, but I think he understands how to revise it.”
“I would imagine that many creative minds don’t necessarily have the skills needed to run a business.”
“Some don’t. But they either have to develop the skills or partner with someone who does if they want to be entrepreneurs. Otherwise they’d be better off working for a company, rather than starting their own.”
“What do you think, Kate?” her dad said. “Maybe you should have Rory teach you some of the principles he shares with other talented minds.”
“Rory teaches me things all the time.”
The corner of Rory’s mouth curved up.
“Maybe you should work on a mock-up of a business proposal for him to critique,” he suggested.
“I think it’s too early for that,” Kate said. “And I’m not—I think I’d be happier working at a small firm that someone else runs. I don’t want to be in charge.”
“Rory, help me convince her. The potential for the greatest success comes from owning the business.”
“No, too narrow a view.”
“In what way?”
Rory smiled. “Well, I made my first million investing. I never built or sold anything. I didn’t run a business myself. I worked as a bartender and a bouncer during college. I socked away some money, bit by bit, to trade online.” Rory stretched. “It’s America. There are a lot of ways to become successful.” He looked at her. “How are you holding up, Kate? You had an early morning.”
“I’m a little tired,” she said softly.
“Mr. and Mrs. Linton, thank you for dinner. Really enjoyed it.” He stood, and she followed suit. “It’s a nice night. I’m gonna step outside while I check a few things online.”
“I’ll help my mom clear and meet you out there.”
“Don’t be too long,” he said to her. Then he excused himself and was gone.
“He’s not what he first appears to be,” her dad said.
“No.”
“I would think that the image he projects would be a hindrance to him in business.”
“When people underestimate him, he uses it to his advantage.”
“Clever. I still think some of the family will get the wrong impression.”
Like you did, she thought. “They probably will,” she said, stacking and organizing the dishes and condiments.
“You don’t care?” he asked, surprised.
“Not really.”
“That’s new. You usually care so much about what people think.”
“I usually do.”
“It’s serious then?”
She nodded and then made quick work of carrying things back and forth to the kitchen. With her mom helping, they were finished in minutes.
“It’s good that your dad and Rory like each other,” her mom said.
“Rory went out of his way to get Dad’s approval. I hope Dad appreciates it. Rory wouldn’t do that for most people, but he thinks family is really important.”
“It’s very nice that you have that in common.”
Kate nodded.
“Would you like dessert? You can take some for you both to eat outside.”
“Maybe later,” Kate said.
She went out and joined Rory on a stone bench next to the infinity fountain. “I wish we were staying at a hotel so you could do things to me tonight,” she whispered.
“We don’t need a hotel. I’m going to do things to you here.”
“Not the things that make noise. Plus, we wouldn’t have to wait until anyone else goes to bed. I hate that you have to wait. And that you had to tell my dad all that stuff. It’s none of his business.”
Rory glanced over at her and raised his brows. “It is his business. You’re the most important thing in the world to that guy.”
“So you didn’t mind? Having to say so much?”
“Why would I? Anything that happens here that I don’t like gives me an excuse to punish you later. It’s a no-lose situation for me.”
She smiled. “I want to be alone with you.”
“I know. You’ve made that pretty clear.”
“What if we skip the wedding ceremony and—?”
Rory stood. “Come on.” He led her to the side of the house. It was so dark she couldn’t see his face.
“Lift your skirt and lean against the wall.”
She sucked in a breath. “I—”
“Do it,” he commanded.
She did as he instructed, feeling incredibly nervous. What if a car went by and the headlights shone on them? What if the Neighborho
od Watch patrol passed by with a flashlight?
“Someone could come.”
“Someone could. It’ll probably be you,” he said.
She smiled, until he started spanking her. The sound of the smacks was so loud! Soon her bottom was on fire, and she squirmed against the brick.
“Please,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. “Please don’t make me cry, Sir,” she said, her breath coming in short gasps.
He continued until she was dancing on her toes, then he paused, squeezing her hot cheeks in his hands. The sensation was so raw. She pushed back against him, wanting to feel his erection.
He jerked her panties down and pulled her hips away from the wall. “Bend forward.”
She complied, trembling. She heard him unzip his jeans. Then he shoved inside her, stretching her in the most delicious way. She moaned softly.
He grabbed her hand and pressed it between her legs.
“Rub yourself, so you milk my cock when you come.”
She rested her forehead against her left arm, trying to brace against the force of him pounding into her. The sensations forced her over the top so quickly.
She came twice before he finally did.
“Fix your clothes and turn around.”
She pulled up her panties, which had been damp, but would now be soaked with their combined juices. She pushed her skirt down, smoothing it, and turned to face him. He pushed her against the house and kissed her hard on the mouth. She held his sides to steady herself.
When he drew back, their breath mingled. “There are a lot of hours between tonight and the reception tomorrow. I can make you so sore you won’t be able to sit during dinner. Is that what you want?”
“No, but—”
He chuckled. “The fact that you think it’s wise to push your luck is funny. Fix your hair and your face, kitten, before we go inside.”
* * *
It was just after midnight when she slipped into the guest room where her parents had put Rory. He was lying on the bed, reading something on his tablet. He set it aside and raised a brow at her pajamas, which were light blue with indigo stripes. She had never worn a cotton pajama top and pants at his house, of course. She could’ve just worn her underwear to his room, but, although her parents’ room was downstairs, she hadn’t wanted to assume that one of them wouldn’t come up to check that there were enough towels in the linen closet or something.
Without a word, she stripped out of the top and pants and folded them. She set them on top of the dresser and joined him on the bed wearing only fresh pink panties. He gestured for her to lie across his lap, which she did.
“I’ve calmed down, Sir. You don’t have to spank me again.”
He tossed her a pillow. “If you need to make noise, put your face in that to smother the sounds.”
Her stomach tightened, her sex contracting.
He spanked her hard enough that she did have to bury her face in the pillow. She also tried to reach back to cover her flaming bottom. He folded her arms so the forearms were crossed and overlapping behind her back, then he secured them with his belt. Once she was helpless to protect herself, the punishment of her swollen ass continued.
He paused when she began to cry, sliding a hand into her panties to play with her. He teased her clit until she was circling her hips and grinding against his hand. Then he eased a fingertip into the tight rosette of her ass. It gave her a hot, helpless feeling when he touched her there, but when he added another finger and pushed into her, she gasped and raised her head.
“Master Rory, we should—ouch, that’s a lot—we should wait to be home for you to—wait!” she gasped as he pulled his exploring digits partially out, then spread them, stretching her ring uncomfortably.
“Please,” she whispered, then dropped her face into the pillow and groaned. She knew there was only one way to get him to stop, and she would only use her safeword if she felt that what he was doing was unsafe. This wasn’t.
It was terrible of him to do it in her parents’ house, though. What if one of them walked in? She was on top of the covers, completely exposed. She pressed her toes into the mattress and tried to inch away. He slapped each cheek with his free hand. She froze.
“I promise I’ll do anything you want when we get home.”
“You’ll do anything I want now. And when we get home.”
Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips, hugging the pillow.
He pulled his fingers out, and she melted into the mattress with relief. It wasn’t that she was unwilling to try… she found it darkly exciting when he invaded her backside. Also, she wanted to be the only girl he’d been with successfully that way. She just wanted to wait until she was ready and definitely not—
“Go in my suitcase, kitten, and bring me the lube and a condom.” She stiffened. He’d never packed lube before. And he’d stopped using condoms now that she was taking birth control pills.
He smacked the back of her thigh. “Get moving.”
“I really don’t think you should do this here,” she said, rising shakily from the bed.
He didn’t respond, and she was forced to turn on the lamp next to his case. She dug through it, finding the small bottle of lubricant and the package of Magnum condoms. She returned to the bed, but he stopped her before she climbed on it.
“I’ll take those,” he said, dropping the lube and condom on the bed. “On your knees,” he said, nodding to the floor in front of where he was sitting.
She lowered herself to the carpet. “Can I turn off the lights?”
“No.”
“Please?” she begged.
“Kitten,” he said, his voice a warning.
Her back and red bottom were facing the door, and as they’d already established earlier, the lock didn’t always catch. They were taking a big risk, and her heart pounded at the thought of it.
She swirled her tongue around the crown and then sucked on the tip. She honestly loved being on her knees with him in her mouth. She watched his reactions and felt that little surge of pride and power when his chest expanded with a deep breath and he grabbed her hair to force her to take him deeper.
Unlike other guys she’d been with though, Master Rory almost never finished off this way. He liked to come inside her, he said. That she suspected was part of some fantasy he had that involved getting her pregnant, which made her incredibly nervous. She was not ready for kids and wasn’t sure she ever would be. Thankfully, he had never brought it up.
With one of his hands buried in her hair, he pulled her head back so he popped out of her mouth.
“You can turn off all but the bedside lamp if you want. Then get on the bed, head down with your ass in the air.”
She turned off the extra lights, and the room was a cool dusky place. She took her place in the center of the bed. It was such a submissive position that she couldn’t help but be affected.
Cool lube drizzled over her tight little hole. She swallowed, trying to keep herself from hyperventilating. She heard him tear the packet open. The anticipation made her dizzy.
She felt the crown against her twitching ring; the pressure was slow but relentless. The ring was forced open as he impaled her with his cock, which was too huge for that spot.
“Oh, my God!”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Master Rory, please, please, please,” she cried, clutching the sheets in her fists. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
He was completely still, but he didn’t withdraw.
“Relax, kitten.”
“I can’t!”
“You better whisper unless you want an audience for this.”
Her face, already massively flushed from the exertion of clenching every muscle, heated still further till she felt she would burst into flames. Tears filled her eyes. She was totally overwhelmed. Should she use her safeword? They could always try again another night. But she wanted him to take her like this. And every way there was.
“I stretched you almost this m
uch Tuesday night. You took that.”
“I was out of my mind!” she yelled in a whisper. She had been out of her mind with arousal. This was a thousand times more intense. Her whole consciousness was sharply focused on the searing sensation where their bodies were connected.
His fingers slid between her lips and into her pussy. “Soaking. Yeah, you’re hating this,” he murmured.
He rubbed her clit slowly, occasionally cupping her sex in his palm, which moved her a fraction of an inch on his cock. The pain had subsided, replaced by a feeling of being too stretched. Her ring burned and ached, but the sensation had begun to radiate forward as pleasure too.
“Please…you can’t just stay like that,” she said, her voice wobbly to match her shaking legs.
“I can. All night if I want.”
“Sir!”
“Ready to take more?”
“Yes,” she whispered. A part of her was enjoying the pain and the helplessness so much. She was all his now. He owned every bit of her.
More cool gel dripped into the crevice, and he massaged it onto both of them.
“Slow, please.”
“I’ll go whatever pace I want,” he said, making her pussy clench at the threat, but for once he wasn’t rough. He eased in deeper. “You’re so fuckin’ tight back here you’re making me sweat, too. Relax, kitten,” he said, pinching her sore butt.
“It’s not me,” she said, her voice catching. “I’m normal. You’re the one who’s not.”
He laughed. “Yeah, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to ask me to fuck you like this, was it? Too late now.”
“I didn’t ask! Oh, my God.” She bit her fist. She didn’t think he could get any bigger, but he was wider at the base she realized. It was impossible. And yet…
Finally she felt him against her buttocks and knew he was all the way inside her. He paused for a moment, stroking her clit and pussy, then added more lube.
She cried into the sheets, but a part of her loved this. He’d claimed her anal virginity, forcing her to take him in a way most girls couldn’t. He was so thick, all she could do was try to lie still and breathe through the overwhelming sensations.
“You know what to say to end it. If you can’t take it, say the word.” His voice was hard. He was keeping her under him, in case she could go on.