Page 43 of Punishing Penelope
She’s hot when she’s tied up and at my mercy.
She’s adorable when she’s mad.
She’s incredibly beautiful when she comes on my tongue.
There is short-lived relief in her eyes, but as I turn her onto her back again and fasten the cuff to one of the bedposts, her mouth forms an O, and her eyebrows shoot up.
“Don’t… You can’t—”
“I won’t hesitate for one second to gag you, so I’d shut up if I were you.” Crossing the room, I rummage through one of my closets while I keep an eye on her.
“But haven’t you already… I mean, you stuck your dick down my throat.”
“Yes, and you loved every second. I told you I’d punish you.” My cock grows again at the mere mention of her tight throat convulsing around my girth, squeezing tight.
She pulls at the cuff, then she falls back and closes her eyes with a groan.
“What are you doing?”
I grab the bag with the toys and drop it on the bed. It contains some whips and cuffs that have been in play before and a few plugs and vibrators in their packages, unused, waiting for the right woman who never came—until tonight. I’ve never brought a woman here, my sanctum, the only place I can truly relax and let go of the world for a few hours—
except tonight.
Penelope is special and deserves special treatment, including the use of the toys I’ve collected over the years with the slightly sadistic hope I’d one day get to play with someone my own size, with someone as hungry for more of everything as I am. And damn, tonight, I have her here. My someone.
Taking out a padded leather handcuff for her untied wrist, a couple of loops of ropes, a magic wand I unpack and put next to the other items, then I pick the spreader bar up off the floor and let it bounce on the mattress next to her feet.
She raises her head, exhaustion in her eyes, which is immediately replaced by horror.
“Peter! What the fuck?”
I smirk. Her look of shock is exactly the reaction I’m looking for.
“Did you think punishing you meant sending you to cloud nine with an orgasm? I’ve only just begun, sweetheart.”
My gaze travels down her body. Her half-dressed state is a beautiful mess. Her chest heaves, her eyes promise murder, but her nipples are taut buds beneath her bra. Even though she clenches her thighs together as she looks at the bar, I know this thrills her.
Cuff picked up, I dangled it on my index finger. “If you give me your hand like a good girl, I’ll pamper the other with a more comfortable one, too.”
She opens her mouth, and I see the objection and the resistance before she even speaks.
“Either way, you’ll be tied and spread. This is the only choice I’m giving you.”
A sigh, her lips tightening, then she holds out her arm.
I smirk.“For once, you’re being a good girl, Wilder,” I smirk.
She scoffs and glares as I make quick work of tying her free arm to the other bedpost, then making good on my promise to replace the cruel metal cuff made for thieves and murderers. The ankle cuffs are still soaked from the shower, but they’ll do for now. I force her legs apart and love how she fights me every bit of the way. She knows I’m stronger. I wrestle people for a living. Penelope is no match to me, but she keeps struggling. Her legs spread indecently wide, I regard her knees, then the magic wand. She still has too much wiggle room.
Searching through the bag again, I get out leather straps for her thighs, fasten them, then adjust the spreader bar. She’ll have no leeway now. None at all.
“Peter?” Her voice quakes.
That’s good. Now we’re getting somewhere.
“Do you have something you want to say? What will you write about for the rest of your life?”
Her lips tighten into a thin line.