Rulebreaker (Marquis Club Book 1)

by Marlee Wray

  “I don’t think you’d stop even if I did,” she said through tears. She knew perfectly well that he would stop immediately if she used her safeword, but she wanted to pretend otherwise.

  “No. I wouldn’t,” he said, pulling back an inch and then pressing forward. “I’m gonna fuck you every way there is. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

  “Please,” she said, but even as she said it, her pussy spasmed, and she pushed her hips back.

  He growled, like an animal, and began to move like one. With raw and powerful thrusts, he went balls deep into her backside. It was excruciatingly intense. Her protesting ring was stretched wide, aching. It was the ultimate submission, her body a slave to his pleasure.

  Feeling him move inside her struck a deep chord over and over. Her clit rubbed against the mattress, the pleasure connecting with Master Rory’s deep possession of her ass. She struggled and gasped, strangling the sheets in her fists.

  The orgasm ripped through her and he slowed to stillness as her asshole clenched and unclenched reflexively around his invading cock.

  “Mmm,” he said in a low voice. He bent his arms, so his chest brushed her back. “No condom next time. If you’re gonna milk my cock like that, you must want me to fill you with cum. Is that what you want?”

  “No, please,” she rasped as his hips rocked, penetrating her with small pulses.

  He bit her earlobe, then he spoke, his voice a low growl. “Liar.”

  He rose up and gripped her hips so hard she knew there would be bruises. Then he started in again with merciless strokes, using her so long that the aching pain returned.

  When he finally came, he said the word fuck like it had been torn from his throat. She crumpled onto the bed, hearing him pant despite the rushing sound in her ears.

  A few moments passed. He got off the bed. She shuddered, feeling cold, but too spent to move. Rory returned and dropped to the bed next to her. He turned her over and dragged her to him. The warmth and strength of his body triggered her raw emotions again. Her crying intensified.

  “My baby, you are so fucking brave.” He jerked the covers over them and held her tight, rubbing her back. “Your body is so strong to take me like that. I knew you wouldn’t stop me. I should’ve stopped myself, but it felt so good to be inside you. When you give yourself to me, every single time, it’s like being high on a drug so powerful… you blow my mind.”

  She didn’t know why she was still crying when she was happy. For some reason, she couldn’t stop.

  “I know,” he said, stroking her hair. “I know, baby. It’s too much. I wish I could say I’ll never put you through anything like that again. But we both know I will.”

  * * *

  The next day, she was sore in one particular spot, which gave her a thrill. She liked that he’d taken her that way, that it had hurt and felt good. Thinking about the night before almost made her forget about the other places she was sore.

  She soaked in a tub of warm soapy water and took a Tylenol.

  “How are you doing?” he asked.

  “I’m okay. Just sore,” she said, toweling off.

  “Let me see.”

  “See what?”

  “Bend over the sink and spread your legs.”

  “No,” she said, mortified. She knew this was a big thing a lot of doms did, examining their pets, but he didn’t usually and she didn’t want him to start. It was one thing to do whatever he wanted when they were playing their games, but standing in a fully lit bathroom was different.

  “Did you just tell me no?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

  “I’m fine, Sir. I swear,” she said, trying to walk by him.

  He caught her arm, stopping her progress.

  Then they heard her mom’s voice and knocking from down the hall. Her mother had come upstairs.

  Kate froze.

  “It’s all right,” Rory whispered in her ear. “Tell her you’re taking a bath. She won’t know I’m in here. She’s not gonna open the guest room door.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Because I met her. And she met me.”

  Kate swallowed, anxiety ticking up a notch. He was right though. Her mom wasn’t the type of person to open a closed guest room door, especially not one that led to a room where a young man might be lying on a bed naked.

  Kate still couldn’t make herself say anything. They heard footsteps on the stairs, presumably her mom descending.

  “That was close,” Kate whispered. “We should go,” she said, hoping he’d been distracted enough to have forgotten what he’d been about to do.

  “Nice try, kitten.” He gave her a little push toward the vanity.

  “You don’t need to.”

  “I know, but you told me no, so now I want to.”

  She gave him a frustrated look.

  He smirked. “Keep it up. There are so many ways to punish naughty kittens that I haven’t tried yet.”

  “Or,” she said sweetly and dropped her towel. She pressed her body against his and kissed him. “You could do something else to me while I’m conveniently naked.”

  He gripped her ass with his hand and pressed an index finger against her sore ring.

  “Like fuck you in your ass again?”

  “No,” she said, clucking her tongue. “It’s too soon.”

  She tried to wiggle away, but he held her in place and continued to touch her there.

  “You wouldn’t again. Not yet,” she said.

  He shook his head and let her go. “Bend over the sink.”

  She huffed out a sigh, but did as he bade her. He spread her cheeks and she blushed. Ridiculously, she started to flush from more than embarrassment. Was there anything he could do to her that wouldn’t make her want him?

  “That little star is really small. I honestly don’t know how you didn’t tear.”

  “It’s a miracle, Sir. You should alert the pope.”

  He gave her a butt a slap, then let her go. She stood up immediately.

  “Is it okay if I go get dressed?” she whispered.

  He nodded, but then stopped her again. “Are you really okay? Tell me the truth.” He looked so serious and concerned that it made her heart squeeze.

  “I’m not hurt. I promise.”

  “I told you last night that I never want to stop in the middle of a scene with you, but that’s not the whole truth. I do get caught up in the moment, but never so caught up that I couldn’t stop. I want to be clear. You have to stop the scene if you think you’re hurt or in danger of that. I’ll never be angry or disappointed. I’ll only be upset if we go too far. Promise you’ll stop me.”

  “I promise I’ll really think about it.”

  He frowned. “Kitten—”

  “It’s not that I want you to damage me. I don’t. It’s just that I’m not sure sometimes whether I’ll get hurt or not. Last night I know I didn’t get hurt because you were careful. You waited till I could handle it. If you’d started out in the beginning moving the way you did at the end, I know you would’ve ripped me apart. You say you get lost in the moment, but I don’t think you do, not until you know it’s safe.”

  “It hurt a lot at first?”

  “Yes. Not excruciating, but enough to make me nervous.”

  “You should’ve stopped me then.”

  “Why? It ended up turning into something really intensely good.”

  “You didn’t know that at the beginning.”

  “I know, but I thought it probably would. Everything with you turns out that way.”

  “Yeah, until it doesn’t. We could have stopped and then started again with more prep.”

  “I know, but it’s sexier to just give in.”

  He frowned. “It’s like I’m talking to hear myself.”

  “I really can’t help it. I love you and everything you do to me too much. It makes me reckless. If you wanted someone who’d love you less, you should’ve have picked someone else.”

  “I know you think yo
u’re being cute parroting back to me the things I say to you to tease you, but I’m serious about this.”

  “I’m sorry. I know you’re worried about me. Honestly, I am too sometimes,” she said. “A lot of the time, it’s scary to love you this much.”

  * * *

  “I’m afraid we’ll be late,” Kate said again.

  Rory ignored her. There was plenty of time. It wasn’t the time that had her agitated. It was the fact that he’d been babying her all day and now they were in a jewelry store. She knew he was feeling a little guilty about the night before and about their life together in general. Even though Kate’s dad didn’t get the big picture, he was on the money about one thing; Rory was a distraction for Kate and she put his happiness above everything. All the time. For his part, even though Rory knew she was really bright and really talented, he didn’t let her education interfere with getting what he wanted whenever he wanted it.

  Rory pointed at a sapphire, citrine, and enamel cuff bracelet.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” the saleswoman said with a smile. “And unusual. We only had one other bracelet from the artist but it wasn’t a cuff. We always sell out of his work. And unfortunately he works slowly. Exquisite craftsmanship. Honestly he could easily make a living from his work, but he takes his time, so he supports himself by working as a roofer.”

  Kate stood a few feet from the case and seemed hesitant to even approach it.

  “C’mon,” he said, waving for her to come forward.

  She bit her lip as she stepped up to the glass.

  “Just look at it and tell me what you see,” he said.

  She stared at the bracelet for a long moment, while he stared at her.

  “The ocean,” she said.

  He put it on her wrist. She had beautiful lightly tanned skin. The bracelet looked great against it.

  Rory slid a credit card across the glass to the saleswoman.

  “It’s too much,” his kitten whispered.

  “No, it isn’t, Kate. It’s not nearly enough.”

  * * *

  Her mom noticed the bracelet, even though her dress was kind of a showstopper. She wore a sleeveless green halter dress that hugged her curves in a way that was a little too close for comfort. She’d obviously been feeling emboldened by her time at the Marquis Club when she’d picked it out.

  When she’d come downstairs, Rory’s gaze had nearly burned holes in the fabric.

  “Too much?” she’d asked.

  “You have a wonderful figure,” her mom said. “Doesn’t she look beautiful in that dress, Simon?”

  “Really lovely, honey,” her dad said.

  Because Rory was silent, she fidgeted. “I brought a black dress, too. I can put it on to show you, and you can decide.”

  “No,” Rory said. “That’s the dress.”

  “Okay,” she said with a smile.

  “My goodness, that’s a pretty bracelet,” her mom said, lifting her arm. “Where did you get it?”

  “A shop called Marcheline’s?”

  “Oh,” her mother said, instantly realizing it wasn’t made of crystals as she’d first thought. “Your dad’s department head has been talking about that boutique since it opened. You know how Natalia is. I wish we were taking you to a department function tonight so she could see you in it. I’m terrible,” her mom said and then laughed.

  In the car, Kate told Rory that Natalia was actually named Natalie, but had renamed herself. “She always talks down to my mom because Mom’s an elementary school teacher, even though my mom went to Yale and Natalia went to Fordham for undergrad. Rory, would it be okay if I let my mom borrow this? I can leave it here with her so she can wear it to the department’s holiday parties? And I’ll get it back when I come home for Christmas?”

  He smiled.

  “Does that sound terrible? You just gave it to me, and I’m ready to loan it someone? I love it, I swear. It’s just it’s my mom. I know she’ll take really good care of it.”

  “It’s not your mom’s style. Let’s do this. Let’s go back to the jewelry store tomorrow before we leave town and buy your mom something. You can give it to her as an early Christmas present.”

  “When you say we’ll buy something you mean I’ll help pick it out and you’ll pay for it, right?”

  “Right.”

  “You can’t do that, Rory. You keep buying really expensive things for me and everyone around me. I’m not comfortable with that. You don’t even know my mom.”

  “I know enough to know I owe her a gift.”

  “You don’t owe her a gift. You stayed in my parents’ guest room one night. That doesn’t equal a gemstone bracelet.”

  “Not for that. Think about it,” he said and paused. “Indirectly, she gave me you.”

  * * *

  The wedding was so much fun. She’d never had a better time. As was often the case, people were fascinated with Rory, and in equal parts drawn to him and intimidated by him.

  He was mostly silent at first, conversing in that monosyllabic way that made him such an enigma to most people. At the bar, there was a long line, and he surprised her by rolling up his sleeves and ducking behind the bar.

  “What are you doing?” the bartender asked.

  “Man, you’re in the weeds. Let’s get it done.”

  Kate started to go back to the table, but he called her back, pointing to an out-of-the-way spot near him.

  “Where I can see you,” Rory said over the noise.

  “Are you really gonna make her stand there? You should let her go dance,” the bartender said. Kate thought it was pretty ungrateful of him to criticize Rory who was helping him.

  Rory couldn’t have cared less, being immune to other people’s opinions. “She’s too beautiful in that dress, and I don’t know these people.”

  The bartender laughed and shook his head. Kate knew there was another reason he wanted to keep her close. She’d gotten a text from her ex who mentioned they should get together when she was home. As if, she’d thought irritably.

  Rory flipped bottles and tipped fruit into glasses like he’d been trained by the circus. He was a much better bartender than the bartender. People were literally cheering for him.

  When the line dissipated, the bartender offered Rory some of his tips.

  “No, that’s all you. Do me a favor though. Give me that quarter full bottle of whiskey so I don’t have to walk back and forth all night.”

  “Done,” the man said, giving Rory the bottle.

  At the table, Rory had a couple of glasses of whiskey then took her to the dance floor. Crazily, they’d only been dancing for part of one song when one of the groomsmen, a burly guy with insanely curly hair, tried to cut in.

  Rory arched a brow. “No.”

  “I think he’s drunk,” Kate said when the guy finally wandered away.

  “Must’ve been drunk all day. Had to be to leave the house with that hair,” Rory said.

  Kate laughed. “Can I tell you a secret?”

  “I wish you would.”

  She whispered in his ear. “You are my favorite person in the whole world.”

  “I hate to break it to you, kitten, but that’s not a secret.”

  “All right, then you tell me a secret.”

  “I don’t keep secrets from you, Kate. If it’s important and on my mind, I tell you.”

  Her eyes widened. “Since when?”

  “I don’t know. Since I met you, I think.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Rory woke before dawn, and Kate wasn’t in bed with him. He frowned. It would be good to get back to Connecticut. It was fun to sneak around, up to a point.

  He rolled out of bed, hit the restroom, and walked into Kate’s room with every intention of crawling into her bed and staying there until it was time to leave. Except Kate wasn’t in her bed.

  “C’mon,” he mumbled. He made it halfway down the stairs when he realized he wasn’t dressed to run into Kate’s parents if they were up.

/>   He returned to the guest room and pulled on a pair of jeans and T-shirt. It worked out since they were at the breakfast table, having coffee.

  “You’re up. Thought you might sleep in, given the amount you drank,” Kate’s dad said with an indulgent smile.

  “I’ll get you some coffee,” Kate’s mom said.

  “Where is she?”

  “Kate?” Simon asked.

  Rory nodded.

  “Out back feeding the ducks.”

  Rory walked to the bay window and looked out. He could see the pond, but not his girl. He walked to the hall and shoved his feet in his boots. Then he went out the back door and walked onto the grass. He spotted Kate, who was tossing bread at a cluster of ducks. His eyes scanned the area. All quiet, sun starting to rise.

  He reentered the house, dropped his boots back in the front closet, and got his coffee from Kate’s mom. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

  She smiled and excused herself, heading down the hall to the bedroom.

  “You keep a sharp eye on Kate,” Simon said.

  “Yeah. Habit. I grew up in a rough neighborhood. My dad died young, so I kept an eye out for my younger brothers and sisters.”

  “This isn’t a bad neighborhood.”

  “Bad things happen even in good neighborhoods.” Rory stretched, fighting the urge to go back out and call for her to come in. It wasn’t that he thought she was in danger. He just wanted her nearby. “Besides, seeing her feed some ducks at sunrise isn’t a bad start to the morning.” He took a swig of coffee.

  “I think she’s out there to distract herself. She went up the stairs four times to see if you were awake yet.”

  Rory smiled into his mug. They were always looking for each other, even when they were in the same house.

  Her dad’s tone was even, but Rory sensed there was a question in there. Like were they too obsessed with each other? Rory was tempted to tell him, yeah, probably. Instead he shrugged.

  “I have my concerns that she’ll get so distracted that she’ll fall behind in school,” her dad said, taking up again where he’d left off the day before.