Penny #3
“A long time ago. Now you’re a beautiful woman standing naked in front of me. Of course I’m going to look at you like I want to fuck you. That’s just biology. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Amusement shines in his eyes as I gape at him and clutch my clothes tighter.
“That’s the same damn excuse you used last night!”
“Penelope, put down your clothes so we can finish your intake process. I have to head to work soon.”
I glare at him, potent unwillingness coursing through my body. After a few seconds, I set my clothes back on the table.
Jacob comes closer and I resist the urge to retreat. It would irritate him, and pissing him off while I’m in a vulnerable state is the last thing I want to do.
“Raise your arms out to your sides.”
He smiles when I obey. It’s the first genuine one he’s given me since I’ve been here. I’m caught off-guard how much it increases his handsomeness.
“Good girl. Quick and without complaint.”
Starved of praise for most of my life, that pathetic, hungry part of me likes that I pleased him. I scowl, resenting that feeling. There’s nothing to be happy or proud about in this situation.
“What now?”
“A search for hidden contraband.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders and sweeps them along my arms. I let out a soft gasp. He must have predicted I would pull away because he grabs my arms.
“Stay still.”
Jacob moves his slightly rough palms along the undersides of my arms next. This is ridiculous! We’re in a house filled with “contraband!”
But protesting is disobedience, and Jacob doesn’t care about facts. He wants to drive home the point that he has total control over me for the next two weeks.
I tremble when he glides his hands down the sides of my breasts and along my waist. His touch is a lingering, almost worshipful caress. No way this happens in an actual strip search at prison.
Gloves would definitely be worn too, and Jacob isn’t wearing any. His warmth seeps into my skin as he settles his hands on my hips. He tightens his grip, his fingers pressing into my flesh.
My face heats. My nipples harden… from exposure, of course. And the room is sort of cold. It’s not at all because I enjoy Jacob’s touch. That would be messed up.
“Turn around.”
His voice is lower and rougher. I don’t dare look up as I silently obey. He sweeps his hands down my back, and I startle when he reaches around to run his fingers under my breasts.
My heart thuds as Jacob moves on, sliding his hands down my waist and hips again.
“Put your arms down and widen your legs.”
I lower my arms to my sides then hesitate over the second part of his order. That will give him easy access to what’s between them. I give in, nervously adjusting my stance.
His breath tickles my shoulder blade and I shiver when his fingers graze the undersides of my butt.
Intake process? I don’t think so. This is an excuse to feel me up.
And I’m letting him do it.
Jacob slips his hand up the side of my knee and along the inside of my thigh. His hand is approaching a part of me he absolutely shouldn’t touch. I don’t know whether it’s anticipation or dread making my heart beat faster and my breathing heavier.
Just when it feels like he’s about to make contact, he pulls his hand away. I let out a shaky breath, only for the tension to return when he explores the inside of my other leg.
Up, up, up it goes. My body grows warmer and tauter. Waiting. Hoping.
No hoping!
Praying it doesn’t happen!
It seems like he’ll do it this time. He’s almost there… his hand much higher… so close…
So close, I hold my breath.
He stops. The heat from his hand radiates onto my sensitive area. One twitch from either of us and the side of his finger would graze my pussy.
Conflicted and ashamed, I’m shaking. I want Jacob to stop touching me and I want him to move his hand up. I’m not sure which of the two I want more either.
When he does the former, I’m relieved. Only that, nothing else. I refuse to acknowledge any other emotion.
Jacob steps closer, his body heat against my back, but he doesn’t touch me.
“You said I can’t fuck you, but would you stop me if I tried to do it?” His voice is low and silken. “Or would you let Daddy slide his cock inside you for thirty thousand dollars?”
“No, I won’t let you,” I say immediately and with firm conviction. “No sum of money will make me allow it!”
Without warning, he embraces me from behind, his hand on my stomach holding me against him, his lips close to my ear.
“You’re such a dirty fucking liar, you’ll even lie to yourself. Your pussy is the only honest part of you and it’s wet for me.”
His growl sends a shudder through my body. I lurch from his hold and turn to grab my clothes, hugging them tight to my front again.
The telltale slipperiness between my legs feels like a betrayal. How did he know without touching me there? God, I want to slap the triumphant look off his face.
“That’s just biology. It doesn’t mean anything.”
My voice is shaky so it doesn’t sound as convincing as when he says it. He looks amused for a short moment then his expression becomes stern.
“I’m off to work now, Penelope. You won’t leave the house. You won’t open the doors, even if someone knocks. Three strikes if you disobey and I’ll know if you do.”