Broken Bride

Bobby is many things. A lot of them are terrible and tedious, but when it comes to matters like these, he is invaluable. He did not hesitate to put his life on the line to bring Digby down. He knew he was going to be in danger, that he might perhaps be seriously hurt, and he volunteered anyway. No life is less sacred to Bobby than his own.

I step over Digby’s writhing form and pull the gag out of Bobby’s mouth. “Are you okay?”

“Never better,” Bobby winks. “He roughed me up a bit, but nothing you wouldn't have done. Foreplay, really.”

“Good.”

I turn back to Digby, who is trying to make a tourniquet out of his old school tie. “Now,” I say. “To deal with you.”

Tilly

“Is someone here?” I sit up on the couch and look out the window, reminding myself of a nervous terrier.

“Nobody is here, Tilly,” Mark says for the umpteenth time. “If you ask me that again, I’m going to spank you.”

“You wouldn’t spank me,” I laugh. “You’re far too nice.”

“I’m slightly nicer than the other two,” Mark admits with a grin. “But I will spank you, Tilly.”

I pause for a second, then look around. “Is someone here?”

“That’s it!” He grabs for me. I dart away, laughing. He has to put his turtle article away to come after me. I dart around the sofa, and beg for my butt.

“Come on, you know I had to do that.”

“Uh huh. And now you have to be spanked, brat.”

“No!” I laugh making as quick an exit as I can. It’s not fast enough. Mark vaults the couch, grabs me around the waist and hauls me back against his big body, my squirming curves meeting his all-American hard lines. I love the way his arms feel. I love the way he feels. I love him.

“Mark!” I shriek his name with an edge of laughter as he turns me over his lap and his big hand claps against my ass. He is spanking me, but not like Angelo would. This isn’t a punishment designed to make me sore. This is an ass warming that’s making me very, very hot.

“You’re such a brat, Tilly,” he lectures as he spanks me with swats that border on painful, but never reach it. “You always have been, haven’t you. Spoiled little brat, getting whatever she wants.”

I can feel him against me as he spanks me, particularly a hard rod pressing against my hip where he has me locked against his body.

“I don’t always get what I want,” I say. “I have never had you.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“It is. You turned me down, remember?”

He pulls me up on his lap so I’m straddling him on the couch.

“I didn’t turn you down, brat. I was trying to make sure you weren’t doing things for the wrong reasons.”

I smile into his eyes, my body undulating against his invitingly. “What’s the right reason?”

Mark shakes his head at me. He’s fighting a reason to stay away from me that isn’t there anymore. He knows I’m not some innocent he’s going to defile with his body. I’m part of this family. I am part of him.

“The right reason is we both want it because we love each other.”

“Okay Mr. Afterschool Special… Ow!” I gasp as his hand lands against my ass in a harder slap than I feel I deserve for that quip.

“Well, I love you,” I pout. “Don’t you love me?”

“You know I do.”

“So what are you waiting for?”

That question breaks the temporal spell that seemed to have been cast around our carnal natures. Our lips meet, and suddenly all the barriers that have been up the entire time come collapsing down.

With Bobby, I knew I was doing something furtive and wrong. With Mark, it feels like I’m doing something right. I don’t care if Angelo is angry. It doesn't matter what anyone in the world thinks. I need this man inside me. I have to have his flesh joining with mine. I need to get his fucking shirt off.

Our clothes come off, slipping away as if they know they are no longer wanted and then we are naked, lying in the middle of the main living room, spread out on a couch which has probably seen a host of horrors, but never anything as tender as this. I finally understand what a biological imperative is now that I see him naked. His body is Adonis-like perfection. I literally have to have him, there is no other option I can live with.

We kiss and caress one another, Mark exploring my body with a tenderness and strength which typifies him completely. He could be the biggest brute in this house if he wanted to. He’s the biggest, the strongest, but he uses his power to hold and protect me.

“I have wanted you for so long,” he confesses.