Chapter 14
Christian
Need.
The single word was infinitely more powerful than most.
Why?
Because in admitting the way I felt about Penelope, the constant urge to touch and taste eliminated any future beyond requiring her to be by my side.
For now, it wouldn’t be for long, yet the longing to discover all her nuances was never far from my mind.
She was even more stunning without her clothes than I’d led myself to believe. Absolutely she was beautiful, breathtaking in a way that shouldn’t be allowed, but there was so much more to the reason I was attracted to her.
First, her self-awareness without taking herself too seriously.
Then a vulnerability she expressed while acknowledging very deep and personal aspects about her personality and her past.
And finally, because the thought of allowing a single other man to touch her was completely unacceptable.
She smiled coyly, even more so than during her seductive dance. I’d witnessed an awakening of her darkness, a foray into allowing her own sinful desires to take precedence and God forgive me, but I planned on exploiting her deepest, most intrinsic desires.
When she took a step closer, it was as if she could read my mind, slowly dropping to her knees.
As I reached for my glass of scotch, I held my breath while every muscle in my body tensed. That’s how demanding her hold over me was. Her dark hair swept across her shoulders, hiding the luscious tips of her fully erect nipples as she crawled closer.
Her posture screamed of submission, but little did she know that she held all the power. For now.
I enjoyed every moment of watching her, a budding flower eager to embrace the morning sunlight. Perhaps from the anticipation, but the normally smooth scotch burned the back of my throat.
With every inch, my breathing hitched, becoming labored to the point my throat went completely dry. While the distance was only a few yards, the time it took to cross the path was excruciatingly long.
When she was only a couple of feet away, she swung her hair back and forth, enticing me. I restrained myself from reaching out, forcing her to come to her master.
I had to admit doing so was difficult, stripping away the last of my patience. In seeing her on all fours, my mind drifted to all the filthy things that I could do from behind her.
She was enjoying herself tremendously, inching closer and closer while keeping her eyes locked onto mine.
If she thought she would be allowed to get away with tormenting me but for so long, she was dead wrong. I took another gulp of scotch and suddenly, she was on her knees, moving between my wide-open legs.
With a single stroke of her other hand, her fingers crawling along my chest, she then cupped the side of my face.
As she brought my head down, she allowed me the pleasure of hearing her purr.
The woman knew exactly what she was doing to me, exhaling her heated breath across my face just seconds before capturing my mouth.
Her tongue was quick to explore, sweeping through the scotch while one hand gripped my knee. As she gathered the liquid in her mouth, I could still hear her subtle moans.
She was truly something very special, a woman created with my needs in mind.
Her body shaped for only my hands.
And her sweet pussy meant for my cock alone.
When she broke the kiss, she sighed heavily. Her fingers continued crawling toward the bulge between my legs.
The way she eased back, her eyes searching mine was a lesson in temptation. She leaned back enough to roll the palms of her hands along the insides of both my legs. The stimulation was incredible, close to becoming too much to bear.
Of course the lovely woman knew what she was doing to me.
Yet she had no understanding of what I would do to and with her.
That would be delicious and filthy when she finally figured out what was happening.
I was giving her more rein tonight to see how far she’d go and what she was comfortable with.
I’d also learned more about her, snippets I’d collect and store in the back of my mind.
Including her love of fairs.
She shifted her heated gaze, almost as if daring me to challenge what she was doing.
She didn’t wrap her hand around my bulge, instead merely brushing her knuckles back and forth.
I could tell by the slight twitch in the corner of her mouth she was pleased my cock reacted by pulsing even more than before.
The way her other hand was squeezing my thigh was just as inviting.
Every few seconds, she searched my eyes for affirmation.
Just as I’d envisioned on camera a few nights before.
Once again, her hand brushed casually, then lingered over the sudden ridge pressing against my trousers.
I let out a low, ragged breath and leaned down, a slow smirk tugging at my lips as I watched her cheeks flush.
Knowing I had this exact effect on her went straight to my head, and I didn’t bother trying to hide my body’s reaction.
The ghost of her fingertips brushing that exact spot made the air in my lungs vanish. It wasn’t just the physical spark; it was the absolute certainty that with a single, feather-light touch, she had completely upended my control. I was entirely hers in that moment.
However, I wasn’t the kind of man to relinquish control for very long. Why not use this as her first real teaching moment?
“You should know better than to touch something when not given permission.” I was curious as to her reaction.
Instead of curling her fingers and pulling them away, she offered another even filthier look than before while stroking me. The moment was indulgent and soon, I was in enough discomfort I needed a distraction.
“I didn’t know I needed permission.” Her tone indicated a challenge.
“Then it’s time you do.” There was far too much need, the hunger more challenging than I’d experienced with anyone else. She was surprised, perhaps even shocked when I reacted, grabbing her waist and hauling her over my thighs. The impact anchored me.
“What are you doing?”
“Reminding you that you aren’t the one in charge.” The feeling of being almost weightless struck me as much as enjoying having her naked body draped over my legs. Or the way her rounded bottom appeared, causing me to salivate even more.
The way she squirmed wasn’t truly fighting what I was about to do, but to entice me more than before. Yes, the feeling of friction would soon drive me crazy, but I maintained a level of control while shifting her weight.
And with the first time I brought my hand down across her bottom.
A series of electric sensations shot through me that I hadn’t expected, thrumming from my hand throughout my body.
Her reaction surprised me. While with every crack of my hand, her body jumped involuntarily, even kicking out from the pain, she didn’t try to escape.
Perhaps she knew she deserved the discipline.
For whatever reason, her simple surrender boosted my desire not only to taste and take, but to ensure she belonged to me.
And that no one touched her.
I wasn’t gentle or tender in any way, providing her with a better understanding of how discipline could increase the appetite for all things sinful.
Her heavy breathing was a delightful indication she was willing to accept her punishment, although the darker cravings I’d read and enjoyed kept me fueled as much as her soft whimpers.
I stopped long enough to caress her reddening bottom, savoring the buildup of heat easily transferred to my fingertips. She shuddered in my hold even as I brushed my fingers down her spine to the crack of her ass. I would take her in every hole, providing her with other lessons in passion.
In doing so, she would lose all sense of herself, and the thought alone kept my cock at full attention.
Her legs were parted just enough to allow a perfect view of her swollen pussy lips glistening in the shimmering light. With her sweet scent, every nerve stood on end. I’d need to taste her soon or face all loss of control.
The thought brought a smile as I slipped my index finger down the length of her slit.
“Oh,” she moaned, her body stiffening.
“You’re very wet.”
“Yes.”
I cracked my hand against her bottom just once. “Yes?”
“Yes, sir.” Said with defiance.
“Good girl.” I slipped two fingers inside, taking a deep breath as soon as I did. She was soaked, juice trickling down the insides of both legs. “Very wet.”
As she wiggled her body, I had no doubt she was doing so to keep me aroused. Instead of falling into temptation, I resumed the spanking, bringing my palm down in rapid succession.
Every sound was incredible, fueling more of the fire already burning. I was at the point of no return. She’d learned her lesson. If not, there would be another.
And another.
Three more brutal smacks against her bottom and I slipped my hand between her legs once again, taking the time and enjoying how her pussy muscles clamped around my fingers. I ensured she was primed and ready before slipping her back onto her knees between my legs.
My balls were so damn tight I was in pain. I crooked my finger, lifting her head to ensure she looked me directly in the eyes.
Her lips were swollen even though we’d hadn’t spent much time kissing.
There was a delicate shimmer in her eyes, not as if she’d been crying, but as if in a sweet fog from the endorphins. Damn, she appeared even more beautiful, luscious in every way.
I rubbed my thumb across her bottom lip before pushing it inside. She had a way of sucking that caused me to drift closer to a sense of nirvana. Just watching the way her jaws tightened was spectacular.
As I wrapped my hand around my drink once again and removed my thumb, I was curious as to what she’d do. The salacious look returned. I almost waited to see if she’d ask permission, but the look on her face was so imploring I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Suck me, my sweet Penelope. Take my dick into your hot, wet mouth.”