Page 54 of Punishing Penelope
“When’re you gonna fuck me?” she whimpers. “I’m nonstop horny, and I’m gonna die soon.”
I grab her hair and rub my cock along her lips, then slam my other hand against the door for support.
“In about five minutes, if you deep throat me exactly like I want. An hour, if you don’t. An hour of a blowjob, Pen. Choose wisely.”
Penelope groans and sticks out her tongue, adoringly cute, then opens wide, all the way, and lets me in. The powerful rush of owning her body and making this proud, strong woman yield to me is a kick I can’t compare to anything else. My cock is wrapped in her tight, hot throat, tighter when I’m deep, soft and deliciously teasing when I stroke over her hardworking tongue. When I hit deep, and she moans, then gags, tears streaming down her cheeks, I have to fight against the overwhelming urge to thrust harder, to use and abuse her until I shoot every drop down her throat.
I want to savor our time together. I want to last for hours, take her every hole, watch her arousal, her submission, and her devotion to my touch.
I’ll make her as addicted to me as I am to her.
Finally, I pull out and drag her to her feet, my fingers still fisting her hair. She gasps and wipes her mouth, looking an absolute mess… a hot, sexy-as-fuck mess.
Her eyes gleam with a wicked challenge. I push her against the door and kiss her. Buttons fly as I rip open her blouse. Penelope squeals and tries to push me away, but her protests only make my need spike. Pushing up her bra, I cup her breast, then grab it tighter, pinching her nipple until she shakes.
I slap her breast.
“Take it.”
My other hand back between her legs, I rub her clit, increasing my force on both nipple and clit.
Bucking and whimpering, Penelope pleads to a deity she doesn’t believe in, crying out to that deity, then almost doubles over in convulsions, screaming incoherently.
Releasing her nipple, I kick her legs further apart. I grab her throat as I stimulate her swollen clit and clench my other hand a little tighter.
“God, Peter, I can’t, please.”
“You weren’t allowed to come. Bad girl. Do you remember what I do to bad girls?”
No response except for sweet gasps and whimpers.
I push inside pussy and ass, a finger in each, soaked in her juices, then put my mouth to her ear.
“What do I do to my bad girl?”
“P-Punish me?” she stutters, half-choked, shaking and squirming.
“That’s right.” Pulling out, I change to grip the back of her neck, pushing her toward the bedroom. “Get in there. Take off your clothes, lie on your back, and spread your arms and legs.”
She walks, then stops abruptly and inhales when she sees all the objects I’ve laid out at the foot of the bed. There is an assortment of floggers, whips, and canes, cuffs, several sizes of anal plugs, and a couple vibrators, one of them the magic wand she hates so much.
“Peter!”
“Exactly how much do you want me to force you, babe? You will get on that bed. You will be tied up. I will use you, and you will love it. Most of it.”
Penelope
I’m not really afraid. I know now he won’t harm me, but my pulse still spikes with apprehension.
Not harm… but hurt?
This is going to be rough—all kinds of rough.
Turning, I take in my man, looking him over from top to toe. He looks positively wild. His hair is messy, a blond three-day stubble covers his chin and cheeks, his black T-shirt clings to his chest, and his arms are defined bulky muscles. His cock is rock hard, glistening with my saliva, ready to plunge inside me. I want it so bad. Reaching for it, he slaps my hand.
“Undress… slowly.”
I groan, then take a step back. Shrugging out of my suit jacket, I reveal one shoulder at a time, then turn away from him and jut out my ass while I drag it down my back. Wiggling my hips, I pull it past my ass, then let it fall.