Chapter 3
3
COLLINS
I already knew going into this that Penny was going to love every second, so I can’t be upset with her. Her enthusiasm and willingness to try out new things is freaking adorable.
“Where are we going?” Penny asks.
“To my bedroom.”
“Now that sounds ominous.” But she follows behind me anyway as I lead her. “But why?”
“To fulfill your punishment.” Which at this point is a joke…
A year ago, Penny was a shell of who she is, fighting her everyday demons to swim up to the surface and come back to us. In moments like this, where she is carefree and excited for the unknown, I can’t help but think back to that time of seeing her broken.
And use that as a reminder that having Penny laughing—often at my expense—is always worth it in comparison to her catatonic state at Soulful Mind.
“What happens if I like it?”
“If history is any indicator, then you probably will.”
She waves her hands into the air, pumping them a few times. “Oh, good.”
Yup—she’s way too enthusiastic. This girl is going to make me brainstorm and improvise more than I’ve ever had to do in the past to come up with more creative punishments.
Moving over to the wall of windows, I pull back the curtains to allow in more light. Then I sit down in my armchair in the corner of the room and relax into the cushions.
“Dance for me.”
“You’re kidding.”
“We both know I don’t joke.”
She looks at me through narrowed eyes. “Good point.”
“And let the removal of your clothes, one article at a time, be your goal.”
This wasn’t part of my particular plan walking into the bedroom, but seeing Penny in this cotton candy-pink wrap dress is inspiring me to dirty her up some.
She’s so fucking sweet and yet is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s the contrast that gets me.
She’s like a filthy-talking angel.
She looks nervous, and I have no clue why. She is every man’s fantasy.
Who doesn’t want someone with a lot less experience who they can help sculpt?
“Get on with it, Penelope. I’m not a man with a lot of patience right now.” My words come out authoritative and a bit harsh.
But she stops overthinking and starts swaying her hips.
“You’re a fucking dream.”
Penny closes her eyes, probably trying to shield herself from my prying gaze. I allow her this one moment of privacy, despite not being able to take my eyes off her.
She just needs some time to adjust to my demands.
“Untie that dress. Slowly.”
With shaky hands, she fidgets with the knot. I can tell she’s getting frustrated. But after a few tries, she has the panels loosened.
“You are being such a good girl following my orders.”
If I wasn’t staring at her face for any subtle reactions, I would have missed the corner of her mouth lifting into a little half-smile.
“You like following directions, don’t you? Does it turn you on to be told what to do and to have no choice but to do it? You love it when I tell you how to move that delectable body of yours—don’t you? You enjoy not having to think about anything but what I tell you. Is that right, Princess?”
Her words are a whisper, and I’m not even sure if they made any sound at all.
“Speak up.”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because I love to pull the puppet strings on my little fuck doll.”
Color blooms on Penny’s face as her eyes open to stare into mine.
That’s my good girl.
“You thrive on all the dirty talk, don’t you?”
Her nod is subtle, but it holds so much truth in that little gesture.
Penny might have a lot to learn when it comes to sexual experiences, but I also have a lot to learn about just how to get this flower of a girl to bloom.
And right now, she is melting as things get heated and edgier.
“Keep dancing. And get that dress off and onto the floor where it belongs. Only sweet and innocent girls get to wear pink. And we both know that you are far from those two things.”
It’s all an act… Part of the fun…
Penelope Hoffman is the sweetest girl who has ever existed. But she loves it when I treat her like my bad girl—one who needs a punishment to remember her place.
Sitting back in my chair, I adjust my dress pants to make some accommodations for my growing cock.
I have been going through the better half of the last two weeks with a semi hard-on most of the day.
That’s what the Penny Effect is on my self-control.
When her dress is lying like melted pink ice cream on the floor, I allow my eyes to inspect her flawless beauty.
I feel like the villain who got the girl.
And I don’t think I’ll be able to let her go…
There once was a time when I thought Penny needed to be treated like a fragile porcelain doll that I could set up on a shelf to look pretty. But then she quickly proved to me that she didn’t want to be treated as such.
No, Penny Hoffman may be pretty, but she wants to be played with—not just displayed.
And I’m going to enjoy playing with my little toy.
“Do a turn,” I say, admiring her pretty pink panty and bra set. “Yes, Princess, you’re being a good little slut, aren’t you?”
Again her face flushes. Dirty little thing…
“Face away and bend over.” I watch with awe as she complies. “Yes, just like that. You’re being such a good girl. Now, reach behind you and peel back those panties with your fingers.”
This girl is going to make me come in my damn pants like a fucking teenager.
“Like this?”
“Yes, Princess. Just like that. I have the best view of your pretty pussy and asshole from behind.”
It takes everything in me not to rush to her and roam my hands over every square inch of her body. But I need to slow myself down. I need to savor this experience, not speed through it.
While Penny doesn’t want gentle, I have to pace myself and keep her emotional state in mind. This girl wants to be roughed up—but with the right person.
And I only have one hundred days to get my fill and quench my thirst.
While I’m not suggesting I am the right person, I will definitely keep Penny’s physical and mental health in balance.
Penny’s eyes connect with mine from the framing of her toned legs. A glistening sheer liquid coats her pussy lips and soaks into the bunched-up fabric of her panties. I want to lick that wet spot and taste her sweet nectar. Her gushing all over herself is a reminder that she is in this with me and not a one-sided attraction.
“Crawl to me.”
She finally lets out a whimper and breaks hold to look at me upright. “What?”
“Get on all fours and crawl to me.” I stare at her as she hesitates. “Now.”
“Okay,” she whispers, lowering herself to the floor.
I nearly come in my pants at the sight of this enchanting princess making her way toward me, eyes cast down to the floor, with her ass and hips swaying with each push forward.
Despite them being contained by a bra, I have ample view of her tits. I could bury myself for days in those lush mounds.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I can tell she wants to squeeze her eyes shut but makes them stay open, probably to see my reaction.
“Little Miss People Pleaser is a fucking sex goddess.”
When she gets within arm’s reach, I beckon her closer. Reaching behind me, I grab the pillow that I once was leaning against and place it on the floor between my legs. I coax her forward.
“Up on both knees, face against my knee. Relax your ass against your heels.” I watch as she follows every directive, as if she’s done this a million times before. Fuck. She better not have. “Yes. Like that.”
I never want to see Penny on her knees unless it’s for my pleasure—and no one else’s.
Feeling a rage building in me at the mere thought of someone else witnessing this beauty, I quickly try to get back on track before I need to punch something to make the anger pulsating through me stop.
“You’re being such a good girl for me, Princess.”
Her skin ripens to a beautiful shade of pink at my words, flourishing in the praise I will freely give to her if it makes her react like this.
Penny settles into the position, resting her cheek against my leg.
Gliding my hand over her face, I pet her.
And she purrs.
Taking the same hand, I slide it down her neck and then outline the strap of her bra.
Penny lets out a whimper from the pleasure of just my touch.
Moving to her hair, I caress the place behind her ear, eliciting a moan from her pretty pink lips.
She’s a divine, sugar-coated princess.
“I’m going to ruin you for any man after me, so that when the one hundred days are up, you won’t be able to think of another cock breaking in that tight pussy of yours but mine. And it will become this lucid fantasy that you’ll never be able to achieve again. Because no matter what time period we place on this, I will live in that mind of yours forever.”
I trail my fingertips down her arm and then up to wrap around her neck.
“Are you my little kitten?”
She nods with her head still against my thigh, only able to move a few inches with the hold I have on her.
Her body feels good in my hands. Just witnessing her in this vulnerable position sends jolts of lustful pleasure through the lower half of me.
What a sight…
“We have to do a few things before you get your cream. Okay, kitten?”
She is an obedient pet. I’ll give her that.
The typically spunky Penny definitely can settle into her role of being cooperative if she allows her mind to stop overthinking all the ways she can be defiant instead.
Reaching below my chair, I retrieve the box that I was going to share with her tonight. But some things can’t wait.
Penny does this to me. She makes me get impatient and moving off-plan.
And while I like to keep my hand close to my chest, she possesses a hold on me that has me showing all my cards.
I nudge her head to be upright, presenting her with the small box.
She looks at me expectantly.
“It’s a gift. Go ahead and open.”
Taking the box from my hands, Penny’s delicate fingers pull off the lid to reveal the choker necklace inside that is made of the softest leather and a pendant that is sparkly with diamonds. Etched in the center is the word— princess .
“It’s your collar and can be worn for my pleasure when the atmosphere allows.”
Removing the jewelry from the box, Penny rotates it in her hand. “Thank you.”
“You are so welcome. Can I put it on you?”
Shocked that I’m even asking, she nods her head. “I would love that.”
I unhook the clasp in back and wrap it around her delicate neck.
Placing two fingers under the strap, I examine the tightness, making sure it won’t cut off her circulation regardless of how she moves.
“There.”
It fits perfectly.
Penny’s fingers reach up to touch her custom accessory, giving me a beaming smile when she catches me staring at her.
“And just when I thought there was no way you could look any more delectable, you prove me wrong. I could stare at you for an eternity and be convinced it isn’t enough time.”
This girl wearing my jewelry with pride instantly has me growing even more attached.
We are just a few hours into the one hundred days, and I can already tell I’m not going to be able to let her go.
Tugging on the pendant, I get Penny to rise to her feet as I follow her up. I lead her to the four-poster bed that needs her body as its centerpiece.
“Crawl to the middle.”
I watch her from behind as she follows her order.
There’s something about seeing her on all fours…
It’s like watching someone submit and reign at the same time.
“Lie on your back. It’s time for me to check if you are as turned on as I am.”
Now it’s my turn to crawl, and I do, to meet her in the middle.
I help her spread her creamy thighs, already smelling her heat and seeing the telltale sign of her arousal in the form of a wet spot on her pink silk panties.
Bending forward, I smother myself between her legs—diving in headfirst.
I lick and bite at her damp spot, making her squirm and writhe on the mattress, trying to get away from what I assume can only be the intense pleasure racing through her.
Nibbling, I make a feast out of her.
And just when I don’t think she can take anymore, I rip through her panties with my teeth, framing her body with the lacy pieces.
“Fuck,” she growls.
I dive in again, this time on her naked flesh.
Her little tuft of hair tickles me as I thrust my tongue into her warmth, trying to quench my thirst with her warm honey alone.
Penny’s thighs clench together, holding my head in place as I eat and eat, like a starved man.
She makes me hungry…
It’s as if I’ll never get full enough to stop the craving to binge.
Taking two fingers, I slide them into her pussy and then stretch her open to allow my tongue deeper access.
“Let me in, Princess,” I say when I come up for air. “This is my pussy now.”
I want to have her pierced and marked with my ownership. I want to do all the depraved things to her—with her.
There isn’t a part of her that I don’t want to explore and make mine.
She’s every dark fantasy of mine come to life, and I will cherish every moment I have with her.
Stretching my thumb up, I rub it against Penny’s clit, while thrusting both my tongue and fingers inside and curling them upward toward my thumb on the outside.
Her orgasm arrives so fast and so intensely that I feel it happening before Penny can even get her lips to form the words.
Like lighting a match to kindling, Penny goes off with a spark.