Judge Turpin sat in the dining room of his home, his head resting in his hands as he stared at the food sitting before him. His appetite these days was non-existent, and despite how hard he tried, he simply could not get the nourishment he knew he needed. His life consisted of guilt and sorrow, his thoughts never leaving his sweet bride.
Deciding to give up on trying to eat, Judge Turpin decided to get dressed and make his way to the courthouse. Once there, he began to get his robes and wig on, and as he mentally prepared himself for a long day of legal matters, the door suddenly burst open as Beadle ran into the room.
"Beadle, what on Earth are you doing?" he asked in a surprised tone, when he noticed the blood on Beadle's face. "What has happened to you?"
"Don't worry about me, my lord. I have news regarding Madeline," Beadle replied, wiping the blood from his face.
Judge Turpin felt his stomach drop, and his heart immediately began to pound wildly. "What of my wife? Is she safe? Has she been found?"
With a soft smile, Beadle replied, "I found her, my lord. I must admit, I am not proud of where I found her, but she is currently safe and sound."
"And where is it you found her?" When he did not reply, Judge Turpin repeated, "Beadle, where. Did. You. Find. Her?"
Beadle hesitated, before finally admitting, "She was in a brothel, my lord. I had went in for...a dance from a young girl there, who happened to be Madeline. It appeared to me that they had her under the influence of something, sir, for she was not in a right state of mind."
Judge Turpin felt his temper flare at the thought of anyone merely looking at her, much less laying a single finger on her, or worse yet... "Did she appear harmed?"
"No, sir...but as they forced me out of the establishment, I saw them drag her back inside. I tried, sir...I tried to get her..."
"What did they do, Beadle? What did they do to my Madeline?" Judge Turpin asked, his tone turning frantic.
"I was not able to see that, my lord, and I apologize for that. I can assure you, however, she is home. I wanted to make sure she was safely out of harm's way before informing you of the situation." Placing a hand on Judge Turpin's shoulder, Beadle added, "Go home to your wife, sir. You both need to be reunited."
Giving a nod, Judge Turpin made his way out of the courthouse to the street, where he was grateful to find a carriage waiting for him. Once he was back at home, Judge Turpin leaped out of the means of transportation before it was even able to come to a complete stop, and immediately ran into his home and up the stairs. Opening the door to Johanna's old room, he found himself unable to breathe when he saw his sweet Madeline sleeping peacefully on the bed. She was finally where she belonged...safe, and back in their home. Walking over to the bed, he sat on the edge and simply watched her sleep, vowing to never let something like this happen again to his precious wife. Hesitantly, he reached out to run a hand through her soft hair, fearing this was all a dream and he would wake up any second now. However, he was greeted to the feel of her silky strands, and he moved his hand down to cup her soft cheek, wanting to further verify this was not a dream and she was really here.
Suddenly, Madeline began to stir, and slowly opened her eyes, fully becoming awake when she saw him. "Joseph?" she said in awe, getting up on her elbow. She reached out to gently touch his cheek, and tears quickly came to her eyes when she also realized this was not a dream. "Oh, Joseph," she added in a choked voice, and he swiftly pulled her into his embrace, tightly holding her to him as she cried freely into his neck. "I'm so sorry...please forgive me, Joseph...I was so scared, and I missed you so much," she sobbed, her hands clutching his jacket as she clung tightly to him. Judge Turpin began to silently weep as well at her words, and soothingly shushed her, months of pent up negative emotions pouring from the both of them as they completely broke down.
Once they were able to regain their composure, he gently pulled her back and wiped away the tears staining her face. Cradling her face in his large hands, he whispered, "I am so in love with you, my sweet girl, and I am so sorry for pushing you away like I did."
Her eyes burning once more with emotion, Madeline could see he had also shed tears, noting this was something she had never before seen of him. Mirroring his actions, she asked softly, "Is my bear of a husband finally, truly changing?"
He gave a small smirk at the comment. "I changed the moment I realized you were missing. I'm sorry it took your abduction to realize what a horrible husband I had been, and to also realize just how much I need you in my life. I now understand just how over the moon I am for you, and how blessed I am to have you as my wife. I truly don't deserve you, but if you can find it in you to give your old bastard of a husband one final change, I promise to treat you like the queen you are in my eyes."
Her heart completely melting at his sincere words, she ran a hand through his gray hair, simply looking at him and seeing just how beautiful of a man he was not only outwardly, but on the inside as well. Scooting closer to him, she nudged for him to once more hold her and melted in his arms, feeling like she was finally at home. "You are my king, Joseph. I'm yours forever," she whispered, nuzzling her cheek against him. He simply held her tighter at these words, cradling the back of her head as he kissed her hair. "You know...you have yet to kiss me, husband," she added in an innocent voice, peeking up at him.
A fire suddenly running through his veins, he pulled her back enough to cover her lips with his, once more taking her face in his hands as their tongues danced and their mouths melded together sensuously. Madeline moaned softly as his kisses moved down her neck, and his hand gently squeezed and groped her breast through her dress. "Joseph," she sighed, her hands burying in his hair and her head falling back in pleasure.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, making them both quickly pull away. "Come in," Judge Turpin called out, irritation evident on his face and in his voice.
One of the young maids stepped in timidly. "My apologies, my lord, but I was asked to inform you that dinner is ready."
"We will be down shortly, thank you," Judge Turpin replied, and the young maid curtsied before exiting the room. Looking back at Madeline, he tucked a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear as he added, "Come, my love. I'm sure you must be famished." Just as he said this, her stomach growled loudly, making the two of them laugh. Standing up, he grasped her hand to help her to her feet as well, and holding his free hand outward towards the door, he motioned for her to lead the way, following her out of the room and downstairs.
As they stepped into the dining room, they were greeted to Beadle standing there waiting for them, and unable to help herself Madeline ran over to him, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. Clearly taken back by her actions, and unsure of what to do, Beadle awkwardly placed a hand on her back and patted it, until she finally let him go. "Thank you, Beadle. I owe you my life," Madeline commented, smiling at him.
"Yes, well...I must admit, I was not exactly there to find you, Miss Madeline...but you were very welcome," Beadle replied with a nod.
"Will you be joining us for dinner, Beadle?" Judge Turpin asked.
"I would not want to impose, my lord."
"Nonsense, Beadle, you know you are always welcome here." With a smirk, Judge Turpin added, "Besides...I do believe my lovely wife would approve of your company as well."
"I would very much enjoy your company, sir," Madeline quickly added, making the two men laugh.
"Well as long as you both insist..." Beadle finally gave in, and the three of them sat down at the maids began to serve dinner to them.
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As soon as Judge Turpin and Madeline were behind closed doors in their bedroom, Madeline collapsed to the floor, bursting into tears.
"Maddie, what is wrong?" he asked, quickly kneeling next to her.
"My back...my back..." she cried, grasping at the buttons on the back of her dress. "I tried to ignore it, but it hurts...it hurts so bad..."
"Shhh, calm down my love. Let me help you," he soothed, and had her stand up. Softly, he ran his hands along her arms before beginning to quickly unbutton her dress, cursing the excessive amount of buttons sewn onto it. Once undone, he pushed the dress down and off of her, and with her help began to quickly loosen her corset she has on. Once she was fully undressed, it was quite clear why she was in pain. "Maddie..." he whispered, gawking at the gashes marring her back. "What did they do to you?"
She hesitated, before replying, "I tried to leave with Beadle, and they...punished me," she quietly explained, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Judge Turpin boiled with rage. "So help me, god...those bastards will rot both in hell and in that prison..." he growled, and helped her step out of the clothes. "Come," he added in a softer tone, and led her to the bed. Having her lie down on her stomach, he pulled the sheets up to her waist, and instructed her, "Just stay put, love. I will make it better." Closing her eyes, she nodded, and he left the room to quickly retrieve the medical care she needed. Extremely thankful in that moment he lived so close to the doctor he saw, it did not take long for them to arrive at his home. Leading the way, Judge Turpin took the doctor to their room where she laid, already sleeping soundly. Sitting next to her, the doctor pulled out the dressing and bandages he had brought along, and being as gentle as possible began to apply it to the gashes covering her back. Surprisingly, Madeline remained asleep through the entire thing.
"Make sure she gets plenty of rest, and if possible keep clothing light and to a minimum. I will return tomorrow to change these bandages," the doctor informed Judge Turpin as he put away his tools.
"Absolutely, doctor. Thank you so much for coming so last minute," Judge Turpin replied, and the doctor nodded at him.
"Of course, my lord. I will be keeping the two of you in my prayers, and will see you two first thing tomorrow."
Judge Turpin opened the bedroom door, and had one of the maids walk the doctor down to the front door, while he had a servant come into the room to start an extra warm fire before changing into his nightgown and getting into bed.
Leaning down, Judge Turpin kissed her head tenderly, and suddenly she opened her eyes, turning to look at him. "Shhh, go back to sleep," he murmured, stroking her hair.
Madeline noticed her midsection was snugly wrapped up, and asked, "What happened?"
"I had the doctor come and dress your wounds, but it's all done. He's gone now."
She hesitated, before asking, "Did he...see...?"
"Your breasts?" he finished in an amused tone. "He IS a doctor, Maddie, but I kept you covered as I helped him."
"Thank you," she added sheepishly, and he chuckled at her reaction. Getting onto her elbows, she gently pulled him to her and kissed him sweetly, at that moment realizing just how much she has missed his soft lips. "Joseph," she whispered against his lips, deepening the kiss as she tried to get him to touch her.
"Maddie," he protested, pulling back. "We mustn't."
She gave a small pout. "Don't you want me?" she asked, casually running her hand along his inner thigh.
Judge Turpin closed his eyes, trying to keep his willpower strong. "Of course I do, love," he replied, without thinking running his own hand along the back of her thigh. "I just don't want to rush into anything."
"You're not, my back feels fine and I want you so very much."
Bringing his hand back up to grasp her chin, he commented, "Madeline, you just went through a traumatic experience. As much as I want so much to make love to you, I just want to make sure you are ready."
She suddenly grasped him through his sleeping gown, her actions coaxing a muffled groan from the back of his throat. "If I wasn't ready, I wouldn't be initiating this. Please, Joseph...please..."
Unable to hold back any longer, he hungrily kissed her as his hand once more wondered south down her body, this time grabbing firmly at her plump ass. As he continued to kiss her deeply, he failed to notice her hand wandering beneath his sleeping gown, and he let out a throaty moan when he felt her hand directly against his aching cock. "Oh, Madeline..." he sighed, having missed her being so wanton and desperate for him.
"Take your nightshirt off," she whispered, pulling up on the hem of it, and he gladly gave her what she wanted. Madeline then gently pushed on his shoulders, silently asking him to lie back, and moved down him once he had done so. He watched her intently as she continued to stroke him, before leaning down to take him into her mouth.
"Fuck," he hissed, his eyes closing as his head fell back. His hand entangled in her hair as the other softly covered hers which rested on his thigh. It has been so long since they participated in oral lovemaking, and at that moment her mouth felt exquisite. When he felt her fingers snake up to lace with his, he glanced down at her and was greeted to her blue eyed gaze. Having her eyes locked on his, Judge Turpin could feel his climax quickly approach, and tightening his hold on her hair, he began to thrust up into her mouth, desperate for the release only she could give him. Crying out her name, his climax suddenly came over him in a hot wave of pleasure, and his motions stilled as he indulged in the long-overdue orgasm his wife provided him.
When he finally looked back down at her, she whispered in a tone which was somehow both innocent and sensuous, "I had forgotten how good you taste."
As a groan escaped the back of his throat, he had her move over him, to where she was straddling his waist, and pulled her down to kiss her deeply. "I think it is only fair if I get to taste you now," he murmured against her lips, and when he pulled her back he could see the blush which came to her face from his naughty words. "Move further up me," he instructed her, and when she gave him a look of confusion, he added, "Trust me, my love."
Hesitantly, she made her way up his chest, and looked down at him with wide eyes when he forced her to move up to where she was right above his face. Just as she was about to ask what he was planning on doing, he grasped her thighs and leaned up to run his tongue along her already throbbing clit. "Joseph!" she gasped, holding onto the headboard as the slippery sensation of his mouth on her overtook her body.
Groaning, he closed his eyes as he ran his hands over her entire body, up to softly tease her puckered nipples, and then down to once more squeeze her round ass. When he felt her hips beginning to move against him, he looked back up at her and saw she was trying hard to keep quiet. When she glanced down at him, he shook his head, and pulled back just long enough to say, "No, Madeline. I want to hear you. Scream for me, yell out my name." Before she could protest, his mouth was once more on her, torturing her small bundle of nerves with his skilled tongue, and no longer being able to fight it she finally let out a loud moan, her head falling back as she once more began to ride his face. As one hand held her steady, the other reached up to cover one of her full breasts. Looking back down at him, she was greeted to his honey gaze, the look of pure lust in his eyes making her entire body tingle.
"Oh, my lord...oh...oh Joseph, I'm coming!" she cried out, once more holding onto the bed as she rode out her pleasure.
Judge Turpin once more groaned as he drank in her sweet nectar, and held her steady as she grew limp. Once it passed, she moved back down to where she was straddling his waist, and kissed him passionately. "You are so deliciously naughty," she whispered in his ear, and playfully bit his earlobe, her actions making a chill run down his spine.
"I can't take it anymore...I need to be buried inside you..." he murmured in her ear, his baritone voice sending a quivering sensation straight to her loins.
"Please take me...please..." she sighed, and leaning in extra close, she whispered oh so quietly, "Fuck me."
Hearing these two words roll off of her sweet lips made his erection grow even harder yet, and covering her mouth with his he swiftly arched up, plunging deeply into her. Breaking the kiss, Madeline cried out in ecstasy as he repeatedly thrusted into her at a fast pace, holding onto him as she tried to keep up. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled, and she quickly nodded, her eyes rolling back in her head from the pleasure he was once more giving her. Gently but firmly grasping her throat, he added in a low voice, "You're not getting away from me ever again. Your pussy is mine, and only mine."
"Yes...Joseph..." she whimpered, her nails beginning to dig into him.
"Say it, Madeline." When all which came out of her mouth were more whimpers, he added, "I want to hear you say it."
"I...I'm yours...my pussy is yours..." she whispered, and he pulled her back to him for another heated kiss, slowing down his motions as he did so.
Pulling her back, he cradled her face in his hands as he quietly commented, "I love you so much, my beautiful wife."
Smiling down at him, she touched his cheek as she replied, "I love you too, my handsome husband."
Smiling back, he softly let his hands run over her body, and started moving her hips against him. "Take us there, Maddie," he commanded her, and sitting up Madeline began to take over the pace.
Placing his hands over her breasts, she started off slow, wanting to draw out the pleasure she was feeling, but as her desperation grew so did the speed of her motions. It did not take long for her to begin to feel that familiar tingling once more, and she whimpered, "I'm so close...Joseph..."
"Wait for me...wait, Maddie..." he panted, once more beginning to thrust up into her as his own climax approached, and as he began to topple over that edge he cried out, "Now. Oh god, Maddie, now."
Crying out with him, they fell apart together, and once it subsided Madeline once more collapsed onto him, completely spent from their activities. "No more," she whined, the pain in her back beginning to come back.
Realizing he had not taken her injuries into consideration during all of their lovemaking, Judge Turpin asked, "Did I hurt you? Do I need to have the doctor come back? I was not thinking-"
Madeline shushed him softly. "I am perfectly fine, Joseph. I simply meant you wore me out," she reassured him, saying this last part with a chuckle. Smirking at her, he pulled her in for once last kiss before having her lie down on him. "Let me move-"
"No," he quickly replied, making her grow silent. "I want you to stay put."
Not in the mood to resist him, she simply nodded, and snuggled into him, falling into a peaceful sleep with him following shortly after her.