Chapter 5
5
COLLINS
“There’s no better way to enjoy dessert than fresh from the source,” I declare, licking my finger of Penny’s juices from her first orgasm of the day.
We are five contractual days in and have yet to venture out of the actual apartment building. We’ve been ordering in food, utilizing the private gym for self-defense lessons, and enjoying the hermit life. Our only dose of Vitamin D thus far has been hanging out on the semi-private terrace in the midafternoon.
Penny is my responsibility, so if she’s content with seeing how many times I can get her off in a day, then who am I to complain?
While I want nothing more than to sink myself into her heat, out here we must be discreet. I doubt Penny cares based on her last visit to Limit-X and her inability to keep her clothes on while there, but I must draw the line somewhere.
Her curves are for my eyes only. But it’s her smart mouth that stimulates my brain the best.
We have a certain level of privacy, but not enough for me to risk anyone else seeing Penny’s delectable body. But under her flowered sundress—the possibilities are endless.
“When can I enjoy my dessert?” Her bottom lip pops out as she eyes my crotch. “I feel deprived.”
My eyes darken as I suck my finger back into my mouth to make sure I didn’t miss a drop.
She tastes divine.
“After my fill.”
“ You are the greedy one.”
“Guilty.”
Penny gives me an amused look, as I allow my hand to snake back up her sundress once again. I’m having fun sneaking around when we are up here. Pushing her panties aside, I dip my finger back into her furnace, making her thrash around on her lounge chair.
“Aghhh…”
“That feel good, Princess? You like it when I touch you under your cute dress while we are out here in the open—don’t you?”
“Yesss…”
I guess I need to add sunshine to the list of the things that make Penny horny. It’s becoming a very long list. Just the other day she tried to jump my bones in the kitchen because I was making coffee in just a pair of well-worn jeans.
Who would have thought denim got the girl going?
Penny tries to shift in her seat to give me better access, but I just remove my hand to remind her who is in control.
“Tsk, tsk.”
“More. I need more.”
“You need patience.”
“It’s overrated.”
Taking her own hand, she reactively slides it between her thighs and leans back to get comfortable.
And I watch.
This completely violates a clause in the contract, but I don’t care.
Penny’s eyes close as she gets into a rhythm. “Hmmm…”
“You’re such a naughty girl.”
“I am,” she agrees, her voice breathy. “And it feels so good to be bad.”
She builds up speed, lifting her hips off the lounger to mimic the actual act.
What a fucking dream…
But when I think she’s going to tip herself over the edge, I reach for her and pull her on top of me and my lounger, causing her hand to be released.
Penny squeals in frustration but is silenced when I suck her juices right off her finger and use my hands to model how she should get herself off by rubbing against me.
As much as we’ve already done the deed, there’s something so forbidden about humping against one another in the open air to get off, and that is exactly what I plan for Penny to do.
My hands control her hips, grinding her panty-covered pussy all over the fabric on my shorts.
Penny throws her head back, and her hair goes flying in the gentle breeze. She’s close.
“Oh, fuck,” she says, her voice deep and lust filled. “I’m…”
“Yes, Princess, come all over my thigh like a slut in heat. Grind that pussy all over me. Good girl. You’re doing great.”
And it’s those dirty words of praise that send her over the edge, plummeting into that dark space of ecstasy.
“Ahhh!”
Her thighs clench and her breathing stays ragged, as she bends forward looking for stability.
“I got you. You did great, Princess.”
Once she rests her head enough against my shoulder, she comes up for air. “I think you are secretly an exhibitionist.”
“Maybe so,” I tease, “but you are my inspiration.”
I lift Penny to take a look at the beautiful damp spot she left on my khaki shorts. “If only I could save it as a souvenir.”
“If only I could hump something more than just your thigh. I feel cheated.”
Smoothing out her dress, I pick her up with a squeeze to her ass cheeks and carry her into the elevator. I press the button for my floor with my sandal, not wanting to remove my hands from her highly-charged body.
“Someone’s going to see,” she finally says when we arrive on our floor.
“Eight tenants are at work, each with a commute averaging about twenty minutes away. Two tenants go to Canada for the summer months to fish at their lake cabins. Five tenants are on vacation this week. And the remaining ones are vacant.”
Penny gives me a look, her brows knitting together. “You know everyone’s schedule who lives on this floor?”
“Yes. Well, unless they decide to be impulsive or tend to an emergency.”
She playfully smacks my shoulder. “That’s creepy.”
“It’s beneficial.”
Shaking her head at me, she looks down the quiet hallway. “To whom?”
“To you and your modesty.”
“Psst. I’m not even showing much skin.”
“You don’t need to be naked to let everyone know your intentions. I can smell your arousal all over you.”
Penny takes a long inhale through her nose. Her cheeks turn red at confirmation that I’m correct. She can tell too.
We are almost in my apartment when a timid voice sounds behind us.
“I have a delivery for this residence,” a girl says, making me go rigid.
I place Penny on her feet and turn my attention to the delivery girl.
Penny tries to look over my shoulder, but I shield the view of her the best I can with my body.
She transfers a huge box into my hands and glances at us with a knowing smile.
Shit.
I hope she can keep her mouth shut.
“I feel like such a hussy,” Penny whispers, more to herself than to me.
I open the door with one hand, type in the security code to shut off the sensors, and toe off my sandals.
“What’s in the box?”
I look at the bakery label on the top. “Umm, sweets?”
“I’m definitely hungry for my dessert,” she says with a laugh.
Penny flings her flip-flops across the room until they hit the wall.
I chuckle at my hot mess of a girl. “Nailed it.”
I place the huge box on the counter and go back to handling business.
Scooping Penny up into my arms, I hear her squeak.
“Are you going to allow me to walk at all?”
“No.”
I carry her into the kitchen to grab two bottled waters from the fridge, then to my bedroom and into the bathroom where I set her on the edge of the tub.
Without being told, she puts her arms up and allows me to gracefully remove her sundress from her body. Then I unhook her bra and give her breasts some attention while I admire her beauty.
During the last five days, we’ve managed not to be needed in the outside world.
And it’s been glorious.
I thought I would be bored, as normally I’m a fill-every-part-of-my-day type of man. But Penny elevates the ordinary to extraordinary.
“That feels so good,” she moans, allowing me to have full access to her body.
I love that she feels safe enough to give me this and doesn’t try to shield herself from what I obsessively desire from her.
My hands move to her back and shoulders, massaging and sending shivers up her body. This is for my pleasure as much as it’s for hers. I’m addicted to making her respond like she is right now.
She is not sassy or defiant. And while I love all of those wild sides to her, I also enjoy this calm and quiet version.
A relaxed Penny is a pliable Penny, and I plan to continue to stretch her boundaries.
Penny isn’t hiding herself from me. She’s just melting to my touch, as I knead and caress the creamy and sensitive skin.
Beautiful.
I soak in her submission and her peace, as I peel off her panties that are damp from all the terrace foreplay.
The smell of her is intoxicating. And every soft mewl whispering in exhalation out of her mouth is like a signal straight to the beast living inside me—the one that wants to hunt, to mark, and to claim all parts of Penelope Hoffman.
That’s what this temptress does to me.
In just a short amount of time, Penny has completely infiltrated my once very lonely apartment and has caused me to want to make plans.
I’m not a romantic man and yet I want this girl to experience all the things that a new relationship brings.
It’s impossible to look at Penny and not want to give her the world.
And no matter how many times I remind myself that this arrangement is only temporary, I know that I won’t be able to completely eradicate her out of this apartment when our time is up. Her memory and the little trinkets she’ll leave behind will be permanent reminders of something that I had possessed and then lost.
Between Penny’s hair bands showing up on nearly every doorknob and the place always smelling like a movie theater with her need to serve popcorn as if it belongs in its own food group, I don’t think I realized just how much I needed her in my life to shake things up. And now I can’t imagine her not being in it at all.
But long-term isn’t realistic, and the false safety of forever isn’t in the cards.
Every day Penny wakes up in my arms, I imagine the day when the only version of her I have will be a ghost of the memory.
Bending down, I turn on the water for the bath and secure the stopper into place. I add some bath products that smell like strawberries and help Penny slide into the bubbly water.
“Ahhh, this feels so good.”
I smile at my sweet girl, as she closes her eyes and rests her head back along the edge of the tub.
She makes me wild with desire, and deep down, I worry that my possessive nature will scare her beyond repair. It’s not in my DNA to do things halfheartedly.
I want all of her. I won’t leave any part of her unexplored. I am that greedy.
But it’s Penny that holds the power to destroy me.
And that feeling of being out of control is what drives me to want to put up those emotional barriers.
“I am lonely,” she whimpers, as her hand slides between her legs under the water. “And…”
“And?”
She wiggles, making the bubbles dance along the surface and causing a few to float up before popping from the pressure. Her brows knit together, and it’s that pained expression that has my own emotions on overdrive. “It’s just that…”
I sit along the edge of the tub, reaching over to gently move Penny’s chin so she is looking me in the eyes. “You can tell me anything, Pen. And you will tell me what has you so distraught.”
“I think when I was”—a blush blooms on her cheeks—“getting railed early this morning and then coupled with the angle that I was grinding you on the terrace caused a bit of a brush burn inside of me. I think . I honestly don’t know. But it feels funny now that I’m in the water.”
I knew we were being too rough, but I didn’t weigh the consequence of her getting hurt.
Fuck.
“I am sorry I hurt you.”
“No.” She shakes her head adamantly. “No, no. It actually doesn’t feel funny bad . It feels”—she twists her legs under the water—“like I can’t stop thinking about my…” Her throat clears. “Pussy. It’s making my mind hyperaware of the sensitivity.”
I inwardly groan at her sweet innocence. It’s that part of her that I’ve been tainting and stealing every chance I get.
But how does someone not react when this little princess is struggling to say dirty words and trying to explain the sensations she is feeling?
Drunk Penny is sassy and stubborn, but Sober Penny is sweet and shy.
I am a fan of both sides.
Reaching down between her thighs, I gently touch her under the surface of the water, watching her squirm as my fingers come close to slipping inside. She clenches her thighs together as tight as she can, forcing me out.
My eyes darken at her blatant refusal of my touch. “I just want to check you and make sure everything is okay.”
I probably created little tears inside of her that need some time to heal.
She shakes her head no. “I can’t. It’s too intense.”
The gentlemanly thing to do would be to give her that needed space to get better.
But I’m no gentleman. I may appear to be one in public. However, behind closed doors, I’m the monster that is secretly relishing Penny’s mild discomfort because now when she sits or walks or takes a bath, she’s going to know that I own her sweet pussy.
She’s going to have that tangible reminder of where I’ve been and that I’m the one who will kiss it and make it feel better.
Me. No one else but me.
Before Penny filled all hours of my life, this bathtub was simply a decoration. I was content taking showers. But now, seeing her lush body underneath the canopy of strawberry-scented bubbles, I don’t think I can look at it again and not see Penny.
With her eyes solely on me, I remove my hand from the water and stand up. I undress and fold each article, placing them neatly into the hamper in the closet.
I’m not one to think of myself as a vain person. Sure, I work out and work out hard. But by the way Penny is tracking my every movement and can’t hide the smirk dancing on her lips—oh, and the playful whistling—I would assume that my dedication to personal health and well-being is appreciated on her end.
“Do a dance,” she chants.
I chuckle. “Not a chance.”
“C’mon. Bend over and spread those cheeks.”
I shake my head at her. “Nope.”
I hand her a bottle of water and watch as she drinks half of it. “Good girl. Stay hydrated because I need you nourished and replenished for all the fun things I have in mind…”
When the bathtub is filled, I shut off the water. Penny moves to the other side, allowing me room to join her.
I settle in and then motion with my hand for her to come over to my lap. “Get over here, Princess,” I demand when she hesitates.
Reluctantly she slides over. “Fine, but don’t touch.”
I can see the uncomfortable expression on her face, and under the water, her legs are quivering. “I’m going to do more than just touch.”
“Go gentle.”
I help her rest her bottom in my lap against my hard cock with her back pressing against my chest. It frightens me just how perfectly we fit together. “Spread those legs. Show me what’s mine.”
Her ass cheeks wiggle against me, while her legs naturally part and drape over mine. My fingers trail along her inner thighs, teasing and toying with the edge of her sanity.
I can hear the shift in her breathing as she anticipates my next move.
I want her, but I need to make sure I didn’t hurt her too badly. Because Penny is way more to me than a conquest. She’s my responsibility.
I’m her protector—her bodyguard.
Smoothing one hand out on her leg to keep her still, I take my other one and cup her pussy.
Penny remains relaxed in my arms, so I know I can move forward. With one finger, I walk it along her slit under the water, up to her clit, and back down again.
“Hmmm…that feels good.”
I kiss her still-dry hair, along her ear and jawbone.
Taking my finger, I slide it slowly into her, twisting it.
It’s then I feel her thigh muscles contract, signaling to me that she is feeling tense.
“Does that hurt?” When she doesn’t answer me, I grow anxious. “You will use your words, Princess. I need to know just how far I pushed you so I don’t make the same mistake again.”
“But it wasn’t a mistake,” she blurts out, trying to turn to look at me.
I kiss along the side of her neck. “Pen, my job is to keep you safe and well taken care of. All of your needs will be my responsibility to fulfill. So please be honest with me. Did I hurt you?”
Penny shakes her head. “It doesn’t hurt necessarily. It just feels really sensitive inside. And when the hot water hits me a certain way or your finger, it causes a sensation that is slightly uncomfortable—but mostly it just makes me want to make the friction more profound.”
I slowly remove my finger and smile as I feel Penny attempt to hold it inside her, moaning as she gets the friction she claims to want.
Spinning her around to look at me, I capture her lips in an open-mouth kiss. And then we feast. Hands and legs intertwine, and I revel in the feeling of trying to mold our bodies together to become one.
My mouth devours hers, tasting all parts of her and exploring just how far my tongue can slide into her mouth.
She’s perfection.
When we finally part, Penny is panting into my shoulder.
“I think we need to take a couple of days off so you can?—”
Sitting up in a hurry, she looks at me with pleading eyes. “No. Please don’t do that.”
“But you are in pain.”
“It’s still worth it. And we are down five days already.”
“It doesn’t mean we can’t connect in other ways, Pen. It will just allow for some creativity.”
Before she has time to ask more questions, I place both hands on her hips and lift her so my cock is pressed snugly under her pussy but not inside. Taking the hint, Penny gets up on her knees, using my shoulders to anchor her movements, and then slides back and forth.
And it feels divine.
Too good.
We did this on the terrace but the clothing got in the way.
Now is different.
“Take from me, Princess.”
“Why does this feel so good? Like it shouldn’t feel this good, right?”
“Everything with you feels better.”
And then she finds her rhythm, riding me and grinding against me with the pressure she needs but never having me go inside. “Mmm…”
“Yes, Princess. Get yourself off.”
And she does.
* * *
“Get in this kitchen right now.”
I steady my breathing as I wait for Penelope Hoffman to make her way to me.
“What? What’s wrong?”
I gesture toward the huge box that was delivered here when we were coming back from our escapade on the terrace.
Her hands fly to her mouth. “Oh, my. That’s way better than I was expecting for cartoon cocks.”
“Better?”
“Yup.”
“This is from you?”
She props her hands onto her hips. “Who the fuck else would send you a cock cake, Collins? Hmm?”
“Good point.”
Penny trails her finger along the skin-colored icing at the base of the box, gathering chocolate sprinkles. “Look how realistic the hair stubble looks with these chocolate shavings.”
“Genius,” I deadpan.
“It really is.” She pops her finger into her mouth and sucks off the icing. “It’s so good. Let’s cut some slices.”
“Are we going to continue to ignore the question of why this was sent to me?”
“Oh, I sent it.”
“Yes, I know that. We’ve already established that part. But why, Penelope?”
She shrugs. “Oh, because you were being a giant dick.”
“Was I now?”
She nods. “Pretty much.”
“And this is your way of drawing attention to that one moment in time?”
Pulling out her phone from her bag, she snaps of picture of me with my cartoon penis cake before I can protest.
“Oh, I’m sure it was multiple times. You are excessive like that.”
“Am I now?”
She clicks her tongue. “Yup. And this was the most mature of all my options for telling you so. So count yourself blessed. It would have arrived sooner, but the bakery was having supply chain issues. At least I got to see your authentic reaction in person.”
I look at the enlarged eyes made of fondant that are staring at me. And then I do the unthinkable…
I castrate my cartoon replica for the sake of having dessert.