Chapter 32
32
PENNY
“How is the goal setting going for you?” Margo asks, leaning back in her chair and propping her feet up on her coffee table.
I think back over my list. I’ve done so many things from it that I almost forgot just how much. I’ve learned to drive. I’ve moved out. I’ve made some friends. I’ve kissed a boy and have been ravished.
“It’s going pretty well.”
She sits up straighter. “Yeah? Tell me more.”
“I don’t know what else to say. I made a list, and I checked things off.”
Margo smiles. “Well, now it’s time to keep adding to it. Maybe challenge yourself even more. Just don’t be impulsive with your new goals. Make sure you think them through and keep them realistic.”
I nod, as several ideas come to mind. I definitely need to have some soul-searching time to figure out how to tell Collins that I don’t want our time to end.
I want to tell him that he’s my forever person.
He’s the one I want to be with in this life.
Grabbing my purse from the end table, I push myself up from the couch and give Margo a wave. “See you next time.”
“See you next time. Oh, and Penny?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m really proud of you.”
“Thank you,” I say, getting choked up over the last word.
When I get out into the hall, I find Collins leaning up against the far wall.
“How did it go?”
“Pretty well.”
“Yeah?”
My smile can’t be contained. “Yeah.”
“Then let’s go celebrate.”
Collins looks so eager that I don’t want to convince him that a successful therapy session may not actually warrant a celebration. So I just go with the flow and follow him to his SUV, parked along the street.
He helps me into my side and straps me in.
“I am capable of doing this, you know?”
“I enjoy taking care of you, Princess.”
It was just a few days ago when I wondered what he would call me after the contract ended. Would I go back to being Miss Hoffman? Would I be allowed to be called Penny?
But I can no longer visualize an end to us, despite that being part of the original plan, so I just don’t ask.
I’m not ready to say goodbye, and I know Collins isn’t either. He has proven that to me in so many ways, so many times.
And I believe everything he has yet to say. I know deep down that he wants what I want, but neither of us is prepared to put it out there yet in word form.
When Collins shuts my door and makes it into the driver’s side seat, I’m already crossing and uncrossing my ankles in anticipation of what will be happening next.
“Car sex?”
“Is that a question or an offer?”
“Umm, both?”
Collins chuckles. “Not today.”
I pout. “Fine. But I feel like you enjoy rejecting all of my good ideas.”
“I enjoy rejecting your bad ideas too,” he says jokingly.
My lips curve up into a smirk. “Well, I rarely have those. So where are we going?”
“Patience…”
“I suck at that.”
“The anticipation is part of the fun.”
“Says the man who actually knows where we are going.”
Collins starts the engine and maneuvers the vehicle onto the street. We sit in a peaceful silence. It feels good to be next to someone and not feel forced to talk.
I watch out my window as we make our way out of the city and onto a side road. When we pass through the patches of forest, I realize that we can only be going to one place.
Oh, yes…
And the excitement I feel bubbling inside is almost too much to take.
Collins glances over at me. “Are you okay? You seem squirmy.”
“I am.”
He looks back at the road but gives me the side-eye. “Why?”
“I’m not dressed for this soon-to-be memorable experience. You could have given me a heads-up, you know?”
“Then it wouldn’t have been as fun.”
I twist my hands in my lap, playing with my hem. I’m not even close to being dressed for the occasion, in a simple sundress and non-matching panties and bra. “I look like I’m going to visit an Amish farm rather than a sex club.”
“You look beautiful, Penelope.”
“I thought you said we’d never go here.”
“Do you want to go ho?—”
“No!” I practically shout. “I’m just curious about what changed your mind.”
“A promise is a promise. I lost the vibrator bet at the Labor Day barbecue, and now I’m going to pay up and even out my debt.”
I rub my hands together. “Oh, goody.” Then I glance at the clock on the dashboard. “Wait. Is Limit-X even open at this time?”
Collins guides the SUV into the parking lot and finds a spot close to the entrance.
“It’s a member’s exclusive event,” he explains.
“Fancy.”
Collins glances over at me and smiles. Then he cuts the engine and gets out of the vehicle. Opening my door, he helps me out.
My eyes glance at the building, enjoying the contrast of being here during daylight hours for once. It’s as beautiful as ever, if not more so, with the sun casting a warm glow upon it.
“I’m going to be very clear about something…” Collins starts, verifying that my attention is back on him.
“Okay…”
“There will be rules, Penelope.”
I tilt my head, as my eyes narrow. “I’d be surprised otherwise.”
* * *
“Collins, I’m nervous.”
“I know, Princess.”
My eyes lock in on the walls surrounding us, quietly hoping that they hold up to the promised privacy of their description.
We are elevated above the dance floor but in a frosted glass cage. I’ve been here at the club a couple of times before but honestly never noticed this option—until now. Maybe it’s a recently added feature.
“And you’re sure no one can see us?” I ask. My question comes out slow and methodical.
“Members can witness what we are doing but we will be silhouettes. So you can have the thrill of having your fun but without the risk of me bashing in skulls of people seeing what’s mine.”
Collins grabs my ass cheeks through the fabric of my very conservative dress, as the thump-thump of the bass-heavy music from the DJ causes my pulse to quicken.
I feel intoxicated and completely in sensory overload.
But I want to do this. I want to experience Limit-X with this man—the man I seduced here what feels like a lifetime ago. We really have come a long way in such a short amount of time.
“I’ve never done this before,” he whispers, placing his forehead against mine.
“Good. Then I’ll be your first.” But I really want to be his last.
He smiles knowingly and then starts to remove the innocent cotton dress from my body.
“Arms up.”
I comply. “I should have worn something sexy.”
“Every part of you is sexy, Princess. Even”—his thumbs play with my white panties with the little pink hearts over them—“these. Especially these.”
The roar of the crowd outside of our caged booth erupts as the DJ switches rhythms and the music morphs into deeper, seductive tones.
It’s easy to tune everyone out when Collins is massaging my breasts and removing my bra. He takes a step back in the cage, causing it to sway gently.
And then he is on me, biting my neck, sucking at my nipples, and possessing me with every part of him.
I help him get undressed, evening things out. Then I roam my hands all over his body, caressing the curves of his muscles and savoring the crackling energy being transmitted between us.
My movements are slow and intentional, as I try to commit this image of being locked in a glass cage with my possessive bodyguard into my permanent memory bank.
Looping an arm under my ass, Collins hoists me up into the air and then hits a button along the side of the cage that lowers some type of leather contraption from the ceiling.
“What is this thing?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“It’s a sex swing.”
“Okay…”
“I’ll show you,” he says with a smile. “Reach behind you and grab the two leather ropes, one for each hand.”
When I comply, Collins gently lowers my ass into a seat made of soft straps of leather. He then places each of my feet into stirrups.
I watch, suspended, as he watches me. It feels like I’m as exposed—if not more—than I am when I visit the gynecologist and keep getting told to scoot closer to the end of the table.
And seeing how open my pelvis is from this position, I can definitely see the appeal of this device.
“Ready for some fun?” Collins challenges.
“With you? Absolutely.”
He stands between my spread legs and is directly lined up with my pussy.
Looping his thumbs along the sides of my panties, I think he’s going to rip them completely off, but instead he gets down on his knees before me. Placing his mouth directly over the fabric covering my opening, he licks and sucks the cotton into his mouth. Then he uses his teeth to grip some of the material and bite a hole right where my entrance is located.
It’s savage.
It’s feral.
And it’s causing me to leak out through the newly created hole.
Collins licks up my juices, making me squirm and thrash around in my swing.
“Easy, Princess. We don’t want to rush things.”
I moan out in pleasure and frustration that he’s not giving me the pressure I need.
Using his thumbs, he pulls the fabric of my panties to make a larger hole that will support the penetration of his cock.
Getting up from the floor, Collins admires his handiwork. “Perfect,” he says with a smirk. “You look like the most adorable little fuck doll that I’ve ever seen.”
I throw my head back over his filthy words, enjoying the effect they have on my mind and my body.
Taking his hard cock in his hand, Collins moves to the side where he can have access to my mouth. “Slobber on it. Get it all nice and wet so I can work you hard.”
I part my lips and am immediately stuffed full of Collins’s hard length. “Mmmph…”
His fingers grip a handful of my hair, using it as leverage. “That’s my girl. Take it deep. Yes, that’s it. Now, fucking drool all over it.”
“Uhgh…” I choke out, around his length. My eyes water but I don’t care. I’m a prisoner to this man and am loving every second of it.
Collins pulls back to give me air but then pushes inside again. “I won’t be gentle in this place, at least not when you decided to dress all innocent today.” He toys with my ripped panties while still thrusting inside my throat. “You can fool the outside world that you are some sweet thing, but in this cage, you become my whore.”
When his cock is lubricated with my spit, Collins pulls out of my mouth and lines himself up between my spread thighs.
As he slides into me with ease, I throw my head back in surrender, not worrying about anything other than submitting to the pleasure Collins wants to extract from me.
“You might have shown up looking like a good girl, but I’m going to fuck you like a bad girl.”
My pussy clenches as he thrusts in harder.
“Yessss…” I whimper, enjoying the fine line between pain and pleasure.
“Scream for me,” he coaxes. “I want this entire club to be envious of us.”
“Hmmm…” I moan quietly, but don’t comply. It’s a dangerous game I want to play.
A wicked grin forms on his lips. He knows he can get me to listen and that I’m just enjoying being a stubborn brat.
His hands grip my ass cheeks, applying pressure and squeezing me until I can’t think straight. Then he places his thumb into my mouth. “Suck it.” And when I don’t, he forces it inside deeper. “Don’t challenge me, Princess. You won’t like how it ends.”
Swirling his finger around, he gets the lubrication he’s looking for before pressing it against my clit, inside the growing hole of my useless panties. He circles it.
“Collins!” I call out, as he hits the spot that sends ripples of electricity to every nerve in my body—against my free will.
Collins Stone owns me. And I doubt I’ll ever be able to reclaim parts of me back again.
“That’s it.” He thrusts into me deeper. “You fucking take it.”
“Yes!” I scream.
“You’re doing great, Princess. Keep opening yourself to me. I’m taking everything you have. I just need a little more.”
Collins thrusts hard into me, pulling on the straps that control the level of my hips.
And just like that, I come undone, screaming and panting into the charged air between us.
Until everything around me fades away…