Chapter 6
6
PENNY
If there ever was a moment where time sped up, it would be at this point in my life.
Every time the sun sets and rises, I mourn the loss of another day spent with Collins.
He brings a joy to my life that I didn’t know was lacking.
He’s beyond anything my mind could conjure up with words. There’s just no explaining it, and my body certainly can’t deny its magnetic pull toward him. It’s so strong that I sincerely doubt I’ll ever again be able to enjoy a healthy sex life like I have with him thus far.
Bending down, Collins kisses me on the forehead, hovering over me with his rock-solid body.
It’s moments like this, when his clothes are completely discarded, that I’m able to fully comprehend the magnitude of this man. He is gorgeous. Sculpted. Tattooed. And a towering force above me, who I never dreamed would be able to prove to me that not all men are assholes.
Last night he proved that to me, and right now I know he’ll do it again—and continue to do it until I learn the differences between a boy and a man.
Collins is one of the good ones.
I trust him implicitly to not hurt me—even during discipline.
He might think we need a contract to keep the lines from being blurred, but that’s too late. They are blurred. From the moment we both realized just how much we are attracted to one another, the line was crossed, and that was long before our signatures were pressed into a piece of paper.
Now there’s no looking back. I can’t go back to my life before Collins Stone forced his way into it, because I’m irrevocably changed because of him. He doesn’t even realize the impact he has had thus far on my life, but it’s only because I don’t want to mess up the good thing we have going on here.
Collins has sparked a joy inside me that I haven’t experienced since before Mark Tanner destroyed my life. And even then, I’m not quite sure I was ever really happy.
Sure, I’ve always had a good life, with the luxury of a family who loves me unconditionally and the financial resources that sustain me, but it was always missing something— someone —to fill the void.
“You are glowing,” he says softly, almost reverently.
My lips curl into a smile. “I’d call it postorgasmic bliss. You wore me out last night.”
His hand slides down to between my legs, and I revel at the feel of his attentive fingers on my bare pussy. “Good. Then I’ll wear you out again.”
“Promise?”
“Yes. And I’m a man of my word.”
“That you are.”
Bending my knee up, I angle my hips to grant him better access. Pressing my head back into the pillow, my eyes squeeze shut as Collins lazily explores my body, which is ironic because he is learning it better than I have in the twenty-two years I’ve had with it.
Collins slides a finger into me, pressing it against my inner walls. “Are you sore?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan my affirmation. “But not more than usual.”
Hovering over me, he bends down to nibble at my neck.
Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around most of his cock, enjoying the groan vibrating out of Collins’s throat at my touch.
“Are you too sore”—he clears his throat—“to come all over my cock?”
My eyes pop open. “No.”
Collins chuckles, pulling out his finger to pinch at my clit. The contrast in sensations causes me to buck upward and lose hold of him.
“That’s because you are so greedy for something to fill you up, even if it hurts a little. Aren’t you?”
I pause, which only earns another pinch. “Yes…” The word comes out as a hiss.
Taking his cock, Collins grinds against me where his hand once was, coating himself in the natural lubrication that has leaked out of me just from anticipation alone. Then with a thrust forward, he enters me without any prelude, stretching me to what feels like max capacity.
And I know without a doubt that in just a few hours, I’ll be deliciously sore again and not have a single regret.
My lips open in a gasp that gets swallowed by his mouth clamping onto me in a possessive kiss. I silently wonder if I’ll ever get used to his size or if it will take me all of the one hundred days to not react like it’s our first time together.
Rocking forward, Collins hits the spot, and I let out a string of curse words. Grabbing onto the back of him, I hold on tight while he pounds into me until we both explode.
Panting, I wiggle underneath him so he can move a little to give me easier access to air. “I need to breathe.”
Rolling over, Collins takes me with him so I’m splayed on top of him like a weighted blanket. “I guess I’ll allow that.”
“Gee. Thanks,” I joke. “I’m never going to want to leave this bed when you make it so worth the stay.”
He flips me over to my side so we are both facing each other. “Staying buried in your pussy does sound like a great way to spend the rest of the day.”
“We’ve spent more than just a day like this. We’re going to have to stop being hermits sometime. And I need to check in at the office later this morning.”
Kissing along the side of my neck, Collins makes a trail down to my breasts, and instantly I stop worrying about the outside world.
They can all fuck off.
Collins rubs his hands over my back and shoulders, causing goose bumps to form on my skin. It feels so good to be in his arms, sated and cared for—just like I’ve always imagined a healthy sex life would be.
He is spoiling me with all his attention, and I’m soaking it up like a thirsty sponge.
With his mouth at my ear, he growls, “Ready for round two?”
And just like that, I revel in his ability to fulfill his contractual vow to keep me utterly and undoubtedly satisfied.
Between these walls I find contentment.
But it’s not about the place. It’s about the person.
* * *
“Remind me why we are doing this again,” Collins states, putting on real clothes for the first time in days.
We’ve really been rocking the lounge clothes lately, and I almost forget what it feels like to wear undergarments that are meant to be functional and not meant to tease.
Maybe he won’t rip these from my pussy, and I can enjoy them for more than twenty minutes.
Time will tell…
I turn to look at him, as if he should already understand that I don’t have much of a choice. “It’s called work, Collins. I need to check in at work.”
“That’s what texting is for.”
I roll my eyes. “If you don’t want to come out into the world with me, then just stay here. I can get there myself.”
“Not a chance.”
“Then stop being a sourpuss and enjoy the change in scenery.”
“Fine. But I would like warning prior to you doing photoshoots so I can mentally prepare.”
I finish putting on my pink pencil skirt and off-the-shoulder white top. “I’m not modeling today. That actually hasn’t even started yet.”
When his brows furrow, I realize that he isn’t aware that my duties have shifted.
“I’m actually working with the marketing branch of the company.”
“Are you enjoying it?”
My smile can’t be contained. “Very much so.”
“That’s awesome, Princess. I’m very happy for you.”
“I mean, I still want to try modeling again if just to rewrite my narrative and heal some of that”—I pause—“trauma.”
“And you will. You just need to give yourself time.”
But time keeps running out. It feels like a ticking time bomb ready to go off, and each day that passes brings us closer to that deadline.
I slip on my white sandals with the light-pink flower embellishment and attach a fun heart bracelet around my ankle to complete my look.
Glancing at Collins who is in a charcoal grey button-down and designer jeans, I admire my view. “You look really good.”
His smile is genuine. “We can stay here and fuck each other out of these clothes, you know.”
I tap a finger along my jawline. “Or we could send each other naughty texts all morning and make each other super horny.”
“And wait to act on it?” Collins shakes his head. “No. That sounds horrible.”
I giggle. “C’mon. Let’s go.”
We exit the apartment, take the elevator to the parking garage, and enter Collins’s SUV. During our ride to Hoffman Headquarters, I sing obnoxiously to every Grace and Jace song that plays on the shuffle list and enjoy every second of it.
“Are you getting excited for the concert coming up?”
But I just bounce in my seat, hitting some pretty off-key notes as my answer.
Collins keeps the SUV idling in front of the Hoffman Headquarters main entrance, claiming that he’s doing my feet a favor since I wore stupid shoes—according to him. And these are my most sensible.
Sheesh.
“I need you to message or call me as soon as you are ready to come back. I have a few things I need to do.”
“Isn’t it amazing what you can accomplish in a day when you choose to start your day wearing pants?”
Collins grins and places a hand over the crotch of my fitted pencil skirt. “I accomplished a lot more without them.”
“True story.”
He gets out of the car and makes it over to my side while I struggle to get out of my seat, since the fabric is so snug. It earns me a warning look.
“Be good today.”
I make a face. “I’m always good.”
With intense eyes, Collins watches me walk into the building and make my way through security.
While in the elevator to Plus None, I shoot out a text to Collins just for fun.
Penny: At least my skirt is tight enough to keep my thighs from spreading and dripping out all your cum throughout the day
And he bites—immediately.
Collins: Isn’t that what panties are for?
This is fun.
Penny: Umm…in theory
Collins: Or in practicality
Penny: Then I’m not practical because I’m not wearing any.
Penny: Oops!
Collins: Dammit, Penny. I’m coming inside.
Penny: I love it when you come inside.
I exit the elevator and walk along the corridor toward the Plus None office, unable to hide the grin on my face.
Well, that was way too much fun.
Glancing at my phone, I see Collins’s text pop up.
Collins: At least your ass will be ready for my handprint later.
Penny: I look forward to wearing any mark you want to give to me, Mr. Stone.
And then I put my game face on and walk into work, ready to get some things done.
* * *
I feel the whirl of wind and hear the cracking sound before the stinging pain registers to the rest of my senses.
“That’s for being a tease all day and making me think you weren’t wearing any panties when in fact you were. You make me wild. I had to walk around with a hard-on,” Collins says, making me bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing.
“That sounds uncomfortable.”
“Oh, it was.”
“Does this give me the right to spank you then?”
“For what?”
I look over my shoulder at him. “For looking so fuckable in your jeans and shirt. This is all your fault but yet I’m the one paying the price because you have the sex drive of a teenage boy.”
Shaking his head at me, he wields his palm through the air again and pays attention to my other ass cheek. “That’s for your smart mouth.”
I click my tongue. “It matches my smart ass.”
Collins smooths his hand out onto my burning cheeks.
Ouch, that hurt.
But it was so worth it.
“Your turn.”
He digs his fingers into my fleshy globes, and I wince from the change in pressure. “Oh, no. There’s no way I’d trust you even with just a little bit of the power.”
I laugh maniacally. “Oh, c’mon. I’ll be gentle.”
Flipping me over, Collins pins me with his body. I pretend to struggle, but only because I love the feeling of him grinding against me. It’s probably my favorite type of foreplay, because it feels primal.
Snaking his hands underneath me, he lifts my butt off the mattress, then rubs his length down my entire slit to lubricate it for my taking.
“Bend your knees, Princess.”
And I do, giving him easier access to my pussy.
As he slides in, I arch my back and let out a moan. “You make me feel so good.”
Leaning forward, Collins captures my lips. “The feeling’s mutual.”