Page 53 of Punishing Penelope

My dick—literally—and my ability to resist pushing her head down so I can fuck her mouth.

“When are you gonna take advantage of me,” she asks one day, paying extra attention to lathering my balls, my cock, my inner thighs, then my balls again.

I grab the hair at her nape and push her head down.

“You tease!” Thrusting my hips, I go all the way in. It sends a shockwave of arousal through me, focused on the clenched throat around my cock, squeezing so fucking good, it makes me gasp.

She sputters and gags, slamming her hands against my thighs to get loose.

“Soap. Ugh! Dick!”

I groan and clench my jaw to fight the pain.

“Next time,” I grit out, “hit something not shot.”

She has the decency to look ashamed. I urge my wound to heal up. I can’t wait to fuck my woman. I can’t wait to tie her to my bed, tease her for weeks, edge her to near orgasm, then deny her. I’ve counted the days she’s been doing it to me. I’m going to give it all back—with a vengeance.

Finally, I’m healed, and the bandage is off. My waist has gotten soft for the first time in my life, so I throw myself back into my workout routine. Penelope splits her time between me and her work. She writes and writes, and I’m baffled by her morale and dedication. She’s not the crazy, carefree girl I remember, But then again, we’ve both grown and changed, so why am I surprised?

Seeing her, seeing both of us as slightly different people, I can finally believe it might be for the better.

I’ve been on desk duty and can’t wait to get back to the action, but first, I’ll get some real action at home. It’s been weeks since she waltzed back into my life, and I still haven’t fucked her brains out.

It’s been eight years, two months, three days, and one hour. I remember our last time together as if it was yesterday. It will always be laced with pain.

Tonight, there’ll be pain but the good, stinging kind. Hers.

She opens the door, toting various bags with work stuff and food. Leaning against the wall, my arms crossed over my chest, I let my eyes roam her edible body. Meeting my gaze, I can tell when she knows. Her eyes widen, then I’m on her. Door slammed closed behind her, I lock it, then grab her throat, pushing her against the hard surface.

“You’re in trouble, little one.”

She gasps and drops everything she carries. There are thuds and rattles as the stuff hits the floor.

“I can tell,” she rasps out. “You look to be in a mood.”

“Oh, I’m in a mood, girl.” Stoking her hip bone down along the curve of her ass, I bunch the fabric of her skirt in my fist and yank it up.

“Hey! Expensive!”

I slap my hand over her mouth and push the other between her legs. Oh, Penelope, with her stockings, garter, and free access to the warm silk that is her panties. She dresses like the perfect slut I want her to be. My slut.

She protests, but I can’t make out the words, and I don’t care. Probably something about not tearing her clothes again. Not my problem.

Teasing along the edge of the fabric, where she’s hot and wet, I push two fingers inside her. She twitches from the sudden assault and goes silent. Holding her gaze, I pull out, then thrust inside again, harder, deeper… again and again. Her nostrils flare, her chest heaves, and a blush colors her cheeks as she bucks against my pistoning hand. On every instroke, I rub her clit with the heel of my hand, reveling in how easy it is to elicit responses from her—her gasps, her bucks, how she grinds back against me. God, I want to be inside her. I want to stuff her full of me, shove my whole fist into her pussy, and see her eyes gloss over when I take her ruthlessly. She’s soaked, hot, slippery as I fit four fingers, shoving them up, spearing her, stretching her.

Her moans get louder, her breaths more erratic. When her walls tighten around my fingers, I pull out abruptly and slap her pussy.

“No coming. Bad girl.”

She slams her thighs shut and doubles over. Her fists clenched, she presses them to her midsection, making a half-choked noise that sounds as if she’s in pain.

“Asshole!”

I put a hand on her head, pushing her to her knees. Unzipping, I let my cock bounce free, fisting and stroking.

“Take me in your mouth. Suck me like you mean it.”

Kneeling, she glances up at me. Smudges of mascara smeared beneath her eyes, her gaze is dark, needy, beautifully pleading.