The following morning, as Madeline began to awake, she felt a large, strong hand stroking her scalp, and noticed her cheek was pressed against a firm thigh. Slowly opening her eyes, she was greeted to the site of two long legs crossed leisurely at the ankle before her, and immediately recognized them. Glancing back, she looked up and was greeted to the hazel gaze of Judge Turpin. "What are you doing in here?" she asked as she sat up and scooted away from him.

"Watching you sleep," he replied simply, grasping a strand of her hair.

Madeline recoiled from him. "I would rather be alone, Joseph," she commented quietly, and looked down.

"This is my home, and I will do as I please," Judge Turpin said in a stern voice, and gently but firmly forced her to look up at him. "Come sit by me," he commanded, his voice soft.

Madeline hesitated for a moment, before moving over to his side. "Yes?" she said, and flinched when he raised his hand.

Seeing her do so sent a twinge of guilt run through Judge Turpin. Before last night, she never once responded to him that way. He despised himself for making her fear him like this. "Relax," he soothed her, and turned her head to examine her bruised cheek. "I am so sorry for doing this to you," he murmured, lightly skimming his fingertips along the tender flesh. "I should have never raised my hand to you."

"It's okay," she said quietly.

"No, no it is not. It was horrid thing of me to do, and I hope you will be willing to let me make it up to you." Reaching over to the stand by the bed, he picked up a small item and held it out to her. "I know it does not erase my atrocious actions, but I had hoped you would consider this a start."

Looking at him quizzically, Madeline took it from him, and opened it, her eyes growing wide when she saw what was inside. "Oh, Joseph," she breathed, her eyes fixed on the beautiful bracelet in her hand. "This is too much."

"There is no such thing when it comes to you, Maddie my dear," he stated as he took the bracelet and put it on her, softly kissing the back of her hand before letting it go. "Can this be considered a start to you being on your way to forgiving me?" Madeline looked over at him, and without saying a word threw herself against him. The second her arms were around his neck and her lips were on his, he knew she was once more in the palm of his hand. Running his hand down her side, he pulled her close to him as he returned the kiss, before lowering her to the pillows. "Shall I take that as a yes?' he murmured, smirking at her, and all she could do was nod. Once more kissing her, he cupped her breast in his hand and caressed it for a moment before sliding his hand down the plane of her stomach, and lower yet to slip beneath her nightgown. Her breath caught in her throat when he stroked her inner thighs, and moaned softly at the feel of his fingertips on her clit. Looking down, she watched his hand as he pleasured her, the mixture of his touch and his hot breath on her neck making goosebumps form on her skin.

Noticing her thighs falling further open, Judge Turpin knew she was enjoying his actions, and stroked her more eagerly, her small whimpers and squirming only encouraging him. "Joseph…Joseph…" she panted, and levitated her hips up off the bed as an orgasm coursed through her. His fingers continued to work their magic until she finally grew limp, and without giving her a chance to catch her breath he was over her, hungrily kissing her as he worked on removing their clothes. She quickly joined him until they were equally nude, and sighed at the feel of his bare torso pressed intimately against hers. Hooking her legs around his waist, he reached between them to enter her, bracing himself against the mattress once he was fully sheathed. Holding onto his waist, she whispered his name, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes, and moaned when he began to slowly thrust into her, her head tossed back and her nails digging into his sides. Just as she was about to get lost in the rhythm, he abruptly stopped. Looking up at him, she frowned, and just when she was about to ask what was wrong he suddenly rolled over, taking her with him. Madeline squeaked with surprise at this, and looked down at him with wide eyes. "Joseph-"

"Shh," he shushed her, pressing a finger to her lips. "It's okay."

"I…I don't know how-"

"I know, darling, I know. Just do as I show you," he reassured her, and firmly grasping her hips, he rocked her back and forth. Bracing her hands on his chest, she gasped loudly at the intense sensations of this new position, and quickly took over. "Bloody hell," Judge Turpin groaned, settling back against the pillows as he watched her. She constantly amazed him at how quickly she caught on, and how eager she was to do so. He let out another groan when she clenched her inner muscles around him, making her even tighter yet around him. "Shit," he hissed, his nails digging into her backside.

She stopped. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked in a worried tone.

"No, no, no, don't stop," he said in a rushed voice, and exhaled loudly when she once more began to move her hips.

"Joseph," she whimpered, clawing at his chest as she moved quicker.

"Fuck me, Madeline," he growled, his words sending an immediate rush to her loins and encouraging her to move quicker. Judge Turpin's hands gripped tightly the flexing muscles of her buttocks in a desperate attempt to pulled her as close as possible to him, his climax growing dangerously near. Sweating and flushed, she whimpered more vocally as she strived to reach that sweet release, and cried out when it suddenly washed over her in a glorious wave of pleasure, her back arched and her head tossed back as she pressed down hard against him. As soon as she began to spasm around him, this was his undoing, and bucking beneath her he grunted as he came within her. Trembling, Madeline slipped off of him once it passed to lie down on the bed, and Judge Turpin immediately scooped her up into his arms, their bodies intertwined as one as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. "Are you okay?' he inquired when he finally found his voice.

She nodded. "Never better," Madeline replied with a sigh, her response making him smirk.

Gently tliting her chin up so she was looking up at him, he murmured, "Do you think you could forgive your tyrant of a husband for letting his temper get the best of him?"

Madeline softly smiled at him. "I could never stay upset with you," she reassured him, and sharing a soft kiss, they fell back into a content sleep.