Chapter 4
4
COLLINS
“What are you doing?” Penny asks me frantically, watching as I grab supplies from the bathroom closet and drop them onto the bed.
She hasn’t moved since I rocked her world with an intense orgasm, skyrocketing her straight into a post-pleasure nap.
That’s how I like her—sated and compliant.
All of her clothes are discarded, and the only thing on her besides contentment displayed through her smile is her collar.
While I was limited on what could be engraved in less than twenty-four hours, I’m pleased with how the pendant turned out.
Penny looks exquisite.
I never purchased jewelry of this caliber for anyone before, and while I have a standing invite to use Graham Hoffman’s jewelry company, Jealousy, for any of my needs—I can’t for something like this.
It would just feel wrong.
“Collins?”
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?” she repeats.
Daydreaming about fucking you with just your collar on…
I shrug. “Having fun.”
“Okay. Now I’m nervous.”
“Why?”
“I get scared over the unknown. Plus, fun isn’t in your repertoire of emotions.”
I start to laugh and then find the sudden need to know more about what she’s thinking. “What emotions do you think I am capable of possessing?”
“Grumpy and grumpier—but mostly grumpier.”
“Well, then I better live up to my true potential,” I deadpan, making her eyes turn even bigger when I start twirling the razor that was resting on top of a pile of fresh towels in my hand.
“You want me to shave your ball sack?” she asks, with a huge smile. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
Taking a towel, I lift Penny’s hips, splaying her out for my viewing pleasure. “Oh, Penelope, what am I going to do with you?”
“I promise to be gentle.”
I stop smoothing out the towel to look at her. “Funny. But no. I’d prefer not to go to the emergency room for some stitches to my genital area.”
“Same!” she says, bolting upright.
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Oh, really? How many bushes have you landscaped before? Huh? Actually, no. Don’t answer that.” She takes a few huffy breaths, clearly getting herself worked up. “No, yeah. Tell me. Tell me now.”
“None, Penelope.”
“Oh, great.” She then throws her hands up in the air. “I’m the guinea pussy for you to experiment on?”
Confusion hits me. “Would you rather me have a ton of experience making pussies bald?”
“Yes. I mean, no. Of course not! But how do you know if you’re qualified for the task?”
“Because I’m certain that I won’t ever approve of anyone else, professional or not”—I rub my palm over her core while giving it a firm squeeze—“touching this sweet pussy.”
“That doesn’t speak of your skill.”
I turn the razor over in my hand, examining the blade. “I am a man who values precision and attention to detail. You’re going to have to trust me on this one.”
“Okay, fine. But I’m going to want to show off my new haircut at the beach. So let’s plan a trip.”
“We can go to the beach, but this”—I slap it—“is for my eyes only.”
She scissors her legs together, trapping my hand from exiting her hold. “That hurt!”
I smile, mainly because I can’t help it with her. “I’ll kiss it and make it feel all better.”
She shakes her head adamantly. “No. Then you’ll make me forget I’m mad at you.”
“Mad? You can’t be mad at me if you are dripping from that little bite of pain.”
“What? No, I’m not.” Her face changes, letting me in on the little secret.
Taking my finger, I trail it along her slit. “Tsk-tsk. Someone’s a liar.”
I press the tip into her entrance, reveling in how her wall of muscles clenches at my intrusion. Her responsiveness is what lures me in, but it’s her innocence that forces me to take my time.
I push enough to cover my first knuckle.
Arching her back, Penny lets out a moan.
Thrusting in the rest of the way, I get my finger saturated with her juices before pulling out completely.
Holding my glistening finger up to her, I show it off.
“How does it feel to have spent the last twenty-two years with your body, but I just needed two minutes to completely own it?”
“Quit being so smug,” she bites out.
“Now, now, sweet Penny. No need to get an attitude. It’s not like you aren’t reaping the benefits of being wrapped around my finger.” I hold it at her mouth, hovering over her lips. “Open that defiant mouth of yours and suck off your arousal.” My tone is gravelly. “Now.”
I watch as a blush hits her porcelain white cheeks. But she complies, opening that sassy mouth of hers to let me in.
Her tongue works its magic, and it’s me who moans this time, which seems to only give her more confidence.
Playing with the tip of my finger with her teeth, Penny lets me know that she has some tricks up her sleeves after all.
What a surprise she is…
For a man who values predictability and my impeccable instincts, I never would have predicted the turn of events over the last forty-eight hours.
“Don’t miss a drop,” I warn, sliding my finger in deeper to test her gag reflex.
When she starts to cough and her eyes water, I give her a second to breathe through the discomfort before sliding out.
“Soon, you’ll have a lot more than my finger pounding into the back of your throat.”
Penny hums, and I can’t quite figure out if it’s from nerves or excitement.
I can’t wait to see how hot she looks with my dick sliding down her throat. I wonder how much she can take before she starts to choke and plead with her eyes for air.
Adjusting my hard-on in my boxers, I smile as Penny’s eyes are drawn to the outline.
Soon.
I have business to conduct first.
“You okay?” I check in.
“Just distracted by your naked torso and your pretty ink.”
“There could be worse things to pull your attention.”
Sliding off the bed, I go into the bathroom to get a bowl of hot water and some shaving cream meant for an occasion as special as this one. If I’m going to do this, I better not cut any corners.
“I need you to bend your knees and push your heels back to your ass cheeks. Relax your thighs so you look like a mounted butterfly.” I fold up a towel into layers. “Now lift your hips.” I then smooth out the cloth to not have wrinkles underneath her. “There. You can lower.”
Dampening a fresh washcloth, I glide it over Penny’s core, careful not to squeeze out any water.
I then apply some moisturizing gel cream that foams up when applied, wiping the excess off onto one of the towels.
When I knew there was a chance Penny was going to be having overnights at my place weeks ago, I invested in a lot of strawberry-scented products.
I will never regret it.
Grabbing the remote control from the nightstand, I turn on the speakers and adjust the volume for some instrumental music to play softly.
“You are to breathe and relax. Do not move.”
“Just go slow and gentle.”
I smile at her, despite her eyes being tightly sewed shut from her fear that I will mess up.
I’m sure there’s a chance for anything. But I’m not one to mess up.
“I promise.”
She squeaks, thinking I’m about to start, and tenses up. “Is it over with?”
I look down at her. “I haven’t even started yet. Now get out of your head and just listen to the music. You will be punished if you don’t comply. And it won’t be the type of punishment that will make that pussy of yours drip.”
Out of all the things we’ve done thus far, this is what makes her nervous? I honestly wouldn’t have guessed it.
Wetting the razor, I glide it over her mound, enjoying the feel of the friction between my fingertips. Hair slices off as I shovel the foam toward the cheek of her ass. I rinse off the residue and start again with my meticulous shaving process.
When I get toward her center and the delicate skin of her inner labia, I place two fingers from my left hand over those sensitive parts as a shield and continue sliding the razor through the thin layer of shaving cream.
Then I do the other side, stopping periodically to wipe and wash Penny to check my progress.
“Stop holding your breath, Penny.”
I wait until she releases the air from her lungs before continuing.
“How do you feel?”
“Like a baldy. I really hope this doesn’t itch.”
“I have some lotion to apply as soon as I’m done. I’ll reapply it a few times a day to make sure you are as comfortable as possible.”
Penny lets out a strained laugh. “I hope this magical lotion wasn’t bought from an infomercial. Those things are all scams.”
I let out a laugh. “Time will tell. If you experience a rash of red elevated bumps, we can go to a doctor.”
“Ugh! Collins!”
“Just joking… You’re going to be fine, Princess.”
Taking the dirty bowl of sudsy water, I dump it into the sink, rinse it out, and refill it with fresh hot water.
Returning to the bedroom, I kneel on the bed and then help clean Penny up from any residue lingering from the shaving gel.
I bend and kiss each of the lips of her shaven pussy, one by one, making her quiver on the bed.
“All done. Let’s look in the mirror.”
Trying to sit up, she reaches out a hand. “Mirror, please.”
When I realize our miscommunication, I scoop her up and walk her into the bathroom. She squirms in my arms, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.
“There’s no room in this space for self-doubt, Penny. So start getting your mind used to the idea of seeing yourself as the sexual goddess you are.”
I’ve literally just shaved her pussy bare and now she’s being shy?
I set her on the countertop facing the huge vanity mirror with her knees bent and pushed back by my arms.
“Look at yourself. See how fucking incredible you look while I watch as well.”
Forcing her own eyes to open, Penny takes a peek. And then shuts them.
And then opens them again.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her eyes grow as much as they are right now.
“I’m stunned,” she mutters and then lets out an awkward laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen myself this close up. And definitely not with someone else enjoying the view as well.”
“You look so fuckable. I love being able to see all parts of you. I like you wild, but I also like you tame.”
“Variety is the spice of life,” Penny says, clicking her tongue.
I unclasp her bra and then reach around to hold both globes in my palms. It’s the perfect amount. More than a handful but not overwhelming to her smaller frame.
Giving them a squeeze, I watch as her head falls back onto my shoulder.
“That feels so good.”
“Too hard?” I challenge.
She shakes her head. “I like it a little rough, Collins.”
“Oh yeah, you do. But I want to dirty you up, Penny, and come all over those freshly shaven pussy lips.”
“I want that too,” Penny says, her voice full of desire.
Spinning Penny around, I push her ass back against the cold glass and help her to bend her knees onto the counter.
I strip out of my boxers, gripping my cock in my fist.
Pumping it a few times, I feel the skin pulling to an achy level.
Holding my palm out and under her mouth, I provide her a one-word directive—“Spit.” And she does.
My hand finds my cock again, and I use Penny’s saliva as lubricant.
“I need you to be a good girl and play with yourself. I want to see what you enjoy, Princess.”
There is nothing more mesmerizing than watching Penny get lost in pleasure. She makes me want to fuck her into submission.
Penny glides her fingers along her bare slit, rubbing her moisture all over her clit, before dipping a finger inside her pussy.
“Look at my porcelain doll playing with herself. What a good little toy you are.”
“Yes,” she says breathily, stroking herself and causing her juices to leak out.
“I want your body to crave what only I can give to you.”
She is breathtaking. “Hmm…”
“Tell me a dark fantasy of yours, Princess. I want your words to get us both off.”
“I, ah…”
“Don’t be shy now. I want to know what you think about when you’re being super naughty.”
“I sometimes fantasize about you taking me to Limit-X, but this time as your…”
I imagine she wanted to say girlfriend but stopped herself. “Keep going,” I encourage, ignoring her inability to label us. I never care about labels anyway.
“I have this kink about other people watching us find pleasure with each other. I think it’s having eyes on me that makes it extra hot.”
Well, that’s not going to happen because I’m pretty sure Yuri would look down on it if I were to start ripping out the eyes from anyone witnessing Penny hitting her climax—something only I’m privileged to experience.
I continue sliding my cock between my fingers, finding a rhythm that starts to warm me from the inside.
Sure, the physical touch—albeit my own—feels good. However, it’s Penny’s awed expression that spurs me on to continue.
“When I discovered you there, did you enjoy watching other members in the viewing booths?”
“Yes—absolutely. It was all just a pleasure playground. I was so turned on.”
Clearly, Penny’s on board with frequenting Limit-X again.
It’s me who is the reluctant one.
But just thinking about how she described her fantasy, I wonder if I could pull it off.
“Are you ever going to allow me to stick your cock deep down my throat?”
And that’s the moment I lose my control.
“Use your hands to spread your pussy apart. I’m going to come,” I announce, as ribbons of white cum release from my cock and splatter all over Penny’s shaved lips. “Fuck!”
Her thighs, knees, stomach, and pussy are suddenly splashed with hot cum, as wave upon wave of pleasure circulates through my entire body.
Looking down at the product from my release, Penny admires the artwork.
“You look like the most priceless masterpiece.”
“Well, you make a fabulous artist.”
Scooping up some cum, I massage it into the skin of her bare pussy lips. Then I work her back up to a panting state, until she is screaming my name from an orgasm so strong that it rattles the mirror behind her.
With reluctance, I remove my fingers from her clenching pussy and offer her a taste of both of us mixed together.
“Taste our pleasure. Clean these fingers, my dirty girl.”
“Hmm,” she hums, trailing her tongue along my entire hand.
“You are exquisite. I hope this memory of you sitting here, perched on my vanity, stays in my brain forever.”
And just like that, the first day passes.