Chapter 11
11
COLLINS
A nervous energy runs through me as I hunt for Penny.
I know she’s somewhere in the bedroom, and the excitement over finding her and fucking her is making the chase worth the effort.
“I will find you, Princess,” I say, loud enough for her to hear.
Walking into the closet, I move the hanging clothes around and check behind the chest of drawers.
“Not in here,” I say confidently. “Now where should I look?”
I meander back into the bedroom and make a show of checking behind the pillows on the bed. Moving over to the curtains, I look behind them.
“Nope. Not behind there,” I comment. “Oh where, oh where can you be?”
Kneeling on the floor, I take a look under the bed. I discover the damp sea-green skirt in a rolled-up ball, but no Penny.
Enjoying this game of hide-and-seek, I move into the master bathroom and check the linen closet, the storage under the vanity, and the bathtub.
“Tick, tock, tick. I better find you quick!”
Giving up in the master suite, I walk out into the hall and hear a rattle coming from the kitchen, concluding she was clever enough to change hiding spots.
The adrenaline running through me mimics the levels I’ve had during military combat missions.
That’s what this girl does to me.
She gets me excited and dangles me off my own cliff of self-control.
It’s her actions that control mine.
I stalk very slowly into the kitchen and round the island. It’s the back of her little toes I spot first. Reaching down to grab her foot, I am blinded by the feel of something cold and creamy all over my face and the sound of Penny giggling.
Wiping the sweet taste from my eyes and mouth, I realize she sprayed me with a can of whipped cream.
It’s a blur of naked limbs as she takes off running down the hall again, with me hot on her trail.
Her feet slip, and I catch her before she falls, holding her to me as we both become sticky from the mess.
“Got you,” I say in victory.
Reaching over her shoulder, she hits the spray nozzle on the can I forgot she was holding, and an eruption of white fills my vision before I have time to react.
Moving my head down to hers, I smear the whipped topping onto the side of her face.
“You’re going to pay for this,” I say with an amused tone, taking her can and setting it on a stand.
“Thank the sex gods!”
Scooping her up, I carry a naked Penny to the bathroom, laughing the entire way there. I turn the water on for the shower and use my wrist to test the temperature before placing her inside. Then I go to work removing my own clothes.
The cascading water cleanses us of all the whipped cream residue.
Once our hair is washed and the soap is all rinsed from our bodies, I shut off the water and wrap us in an oversized towel.
Leaning her weight against me, Penny pulls me down with her to the floor, where we lie in a fluffy heap.
Our eyes connect, causing something to stir deep within my heart.
“Let’s cuddle,” she proposes.
“Right here?”
She nods, burrowing herself into my warmth. “There’s no time like the present.”
How can I argue with that?
Looking down at the blissful angel resting in my arms, I can’t help but smile as she takes a little nap.
Penelope Hoffman is one of a kind. Reckless. And resilient.
So I just hold her, petting her damp hair with my fingertips and enjoying this calmness that I’m not often granted where this girl is concerned.
Minutes go by, turning into an hour.
My legs have fallen asleep and my elbow is starting to go numb. And yet I have never been this comfortable in the silence with a girl. Our breathing matches and when my princess starts to stir, a beastly force also moves within me. I want to claim her. I want every part of her to know that I’m the one she answers to, and I’m the one who is the deliverer of her pleasure.
“Collins?” she asks, looking up at me in confusion. “Did I fall asleep?”
I nod. “You did. Feel better?”
Her eyes look around the bathroom. “Yes. I definitely can think better and see better.”
I chuckle. “Good. No more overindulging on margaritas like you did back at the taco place. You need to know your limits.”
“But I was safe because I had you.”
“Don’t run away from me again.”
“Or what?”
“You’ll unleash the man within me who you might find scary.”
“You’d never hurt me, even if I couldn’t think clearly. Don’t you get it? If I didn’t have you and the contract, just imagine what stupid shit I’d be doing without your protection?”
“That’s true.”
The towel slips and I’m able to get a front-row view to Penny’s delectable body. She’s exquisite. Perfectly innocent.
She wiggles in my lap. “Collins?”
“Yes, Princess?”
“You caught me, so what are you going to do with me?”
Fuck you into next week… “Do you trust me?”
Penny’s eyes find mine. “Yes.” She looks confused but compliant.
I’ll take it.
I kiss her on the forehead. “I’m not going to be gentle at times. You tell me if it becomes too intense or if something is scary. We can talk about it and adjust the pressure to make sure you have a fulfilling experience.”
Her nerves are present in how she is biting at her bottom lip and rubbing her ankles against one another.
“Okay…”
“I’m going to fuck you with my pleasure in mind, but that doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy it too.”
Before Penny has time to overthink, I lift her up with my arm under her knees and an arm at her back, cradling her to me.
Walking into the bedroom, I voice command some soft piano music to broadcast through the sound system.
Laying her on the bed, I adjust her location to be in the center.
I then crawl over her to hit a button on the headboard that releases two cords from a secret compartment, as well as two leather cuffs.
This catches her attention, and her apprehensive eyes find mine.
“Let me be your anchor, Penny. Keep your eyes on me and not on everything I’m about to do to you. You drove me crazy today. Now it’s my turn to return that favor.”
I busy myself with getting the cords and cuffs ready for use.
The one thing that sold me on this bed was the ability for it to be discreet. It was wishful thinking buying it at the time, because it wasn’t like I ever planned to have anyone join me at my own residence. And I haven’t up until now.
I’m just a man who likes to have options.
And my options are going to look so sexy on my princess.
“Do you trust me?” I ask again, staring at her in the eyes.
She looks timid yet excited. “Yes. But I’m a bit scared.”
“I know you are, Penelope. But that is not my intention. We can stop at any time.”
“Okay…”
“I want you to empty your mind and think only about following my directions.”
I kiss her left wrist and then secure her into the leather cuff with the belt loop adjustments. I kiss and do the same with her right.
Penny tests out the hold by trying to tug on them.
Kneeling back on my heels, I soak in her beauty.
She’s exquisite.
The custom nature of the restraints are what sold them for me. They aren’t bulky, yet they can withstand the force of anyone writhing around on the mattress—in torment or in ecstasy.
I slide off the bed and move toward my nightstand.
Opening the top drawer, I pull out a black scarf.
“Do you remember your little goal sheet?”
“Yes…”
“Well, we are about to cross off restraints and blindfold from the list.”
Penny cocks her head to the side. “But I thought you hated my ideas.”
“Only when I thought of you fulfilling your goals with someone else.”
A knowing smile forms on her face but then is quickly masked by apprehension. “Collins?”
I hate seeing her so unsure. “Tell me what you’re most afraid of.”
“Freaking out and having flashbacks.”
“Have you had one with me yet?”
She thinks about it for a minute. “No. Not really. I was scared by the self-defense lesson with the blindfold but didn’t have a real flashback.”
“Then trust yourself to not have one today. Let me eradicate your mind of all the trauma you experienced. We aren’t reliving old, fragmented memories. We are making new vivid ones together.”
Once I think she accepts that, I take hold of her ankles and pull them apart to restrain them to the two bottom posts of my bed.
“You look like the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Then taking the scarf, I move it up to her eyes and place it over them for her to get used to the opaqueness before I secure it to her.
“I’m going to check in with you often—okay, Princess? And to do that, I’m going to place a little object into the palms of your hands. If you are content and wanting to progress forward, then hold on to the item. If you need time to adjust or take a break, let it fall to the mattress. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“This will free up your mind from having to construct sentences together, but if that’s your preference, by all means do that and I’ll comply.”
Reaching over into the nightstand, I grab two little polished stones that are carved into heart shapes.
“Open up your hands.”
When she does, I place one stone into each of Penny’s palms.
We do a few practice checks and once I think she understands the concept, I get up from the bed and make my way back over to the nightstand. Reaching inside, I take out the gag, a container of lube, and the remote control for the bed and place the items on the pillow beside Penny. I do this only to have my options handy, but not to rush into things too fast before she has a reasonable amount of time to adjust to all of the changes.
Kneeling between Penny’s spread thighs, I roam my hands from her ankles up to her knees, and settle them at the underside of her thighs, where I massage and caress.
With Penny’s moans guiding me forward, I continue my upward ascent and coast along her hip bones and her abdomen.
“Ahhh…”
Her back arches, as I find refuge between her breasts. But it’s when my hands slide around her throat, just loosely resting at the apex of her neck, that she melts into the mattress.
This princess has a dirty side to her, and I’d be a stupid man not to explore all avenues of her desires.
Leaning forward, I allow my cock to slide against her heat, grinding into her and capturing her gasp with a territorial kiss.
Mine.
But it’s the lazy smirk of contentment on her face—before I even do anything profound—that ties yet another invisible string from her heart to mine.
This girl trusts me.
And I’d be a fucking idiot to do anything to break it.
Resting my weight on my elbow, I use one hand to grope and squeeze her breasts, tugging at each nipple to test her responsiveness.
Sliding the same hand down between us, I tease at her opening and use two fingers to give her a little stretch just an inch inside.
Glancing at her hands, I find her fingers curled around her stones, signaling for me to keep going.
Lining my cock up at her pussy, I coat the head in her juices that have been leaking out of her ever since my hand was on her throat.
There’s nothing better than sliding into Penny without any protective barriers and with our own arousal as lubricant.
Rocking my hips, I get two inches inside before I’m met with Penny’s tightness.
Why does every time feel like the first?
Sliding a hand to her throat, I massage the muscles along the side that seem to be holding some of her tension. I continue working my thumb along the band of muscle, until I feel her entire body relax enough for me to push my hips forward and gain more access into her.
“That’s a good girl. Let me inside,” I whisper into her ear, thankful I didn’t decide to impair that sense of hers.
Penny’s arousal starts in her head anyway. Once I can take over her thoughts, I know she’ll be pliable and compliant.
I push all of the way in, and now it’s my turn to be vocal about it, as my throat erupts in a growl.
“Fuck.”
It takes a few seconds to adjust myself, not wanting to blow my load too soon. She makes me feral with an indescribable need to mark my territory like an animal.
Looking at her hands, I find that she is still signaling that she is okay to progress, so I slide my way out reluctantly just to slam back in.
My hand around her throat becomes more secure, impairing her breathing just enough to cause that euphoric feeling probably buzzing through her system.
Snaking my free hand underneath her ass, I use her body as leverage to thrust in and out of her pussy, until she can’t prevent the orgasm from spiraling her out of control.
“I’m going to come!”
But I slow down. I need her on edge but not over it yet.
Reaching for the remote, I hit the switch to raise up her ankles and legs to hit a different angle.
“Oh, fuck,” she chokes out, causing my fingers to vibrate against her words fluttering out from deep in her throat.
Removing that hand, I kneel up long enough to grab the lube and remove the lid. Dipping two fingers inside, I reach between us to get access to her back hole—the one I promised I wouldn’t ignore—and apply lubricant to the outside rim.
With the sight of a stone falling from Penny’s fingers, I give her a kiss to her forehead.
“Trust me, Princess. I’m going to make you hit a high, but you have to grant me permission.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“It might.”
She shakes her head. “I’m scared.”
“How about if I just put in one finger? Can you take one finger?”
I watch as Penny’s forehead wrinkles underneath part of the scarf. Her hair is all matted from our previous shower, and I can’t tell if the dampness is from the water or from her sweat.
“Okay,” she says.
And that’s all I need to go back to teasing her back entrance.
“You promised me all of your holes, Princess. And I’m going to have the best time breaking in this one.”
My glistening finger circles around her back rim and then pushes in just an inch, just to circle around inside to spread the lube.
“You okay?”
“Mm-hmm…”
I smile at my princess trying something new, despite being scared. It’s this allowance that bonds me to her more. Her trust for me outweighs her fear, and that’s something I’ll never take advantage of, as it’s a rare gift.
Removing my finger, I slip the free one in and move it around.
When I think she’s all slicked up, I slide my other hand back to her throat, thrust my hips forward to send my cock balls deep inside her pussy, and slide a finger into her delectable ass.
Capturing her lips with my mouth, I go to work at building Penny back up to dangle along the edge of no return.
And she gets there, with me close behind.
“Ahhh,” I call out, throwing my head back and tightening my hold on her throat.
“Yessss,” she hisses between closed teeth.
I pump my finger in her rear and do the same with my strong-as-steel cock. When Penny’s about ready to take the leap, her inner walls clench and we both go over the edge.
Our mixed expressions of pleasure overwhelm the piano music playing throughout the sound system, until we both come down from that high.
I’ve never reached this level of intimacy before, yet I know it’s what Penny needs to feel grounded.
She isn’t the fuck-and-forget type of girl.
No.
Instead, she has me lowering her restraints and undoing her cuffs. She has me wrapping her in a blanket and running to get her juice I have now stocked in my fridge.
And she hasn’t even given a verbal command.
Yet I’d do anything for this girl.
Anything.