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Penelope was beautiful.
Colin looked at Penelope lying on their bed, naked and wearing only black translucent stockings with a lace edge (the same bloody stockings she had teased him with all evening at the bar with his family and their friends) and bound with red ropes, completely at his mercy.
Indeed, she was beautiful.
Adorable, sweet, exquisite Penelope.
Her eyes sparkled playfully in the flicker of their favourite fairy lights in the soft red light of the room, and he could see her breasts rise gently with each breath, her pink nipples sticking out from her arousal. She was the real cherry on top of the cake that he finally had the chance to taste.
He wanted to devour her, to taste the sweetness she had smelled throughout the evening — she reminded him of cherry blossoms in Japan. He wanted to kiss her, to bite her, to leave his mark on every part of her body, and even more on every part of her soul.
He reached up to her thigh, to the creamy skin, skimming his fingers over the softness of her body he loved. Colin never stayed too long in one place, always too impatient to have more of her (more, more, more —and nothing would ever be enough for him), but he stopped when he heard Penelope's voice.
“Colin…” she whispered, though it sounded much more like a lost sigh.
His hand rested on her soft tummy, barely feeling her muscles tense, but he stroked and squeezed it gently, relieving any stupid tension, “Yes, princess?”
But instead, Penelope bit her lower lip, not saying a word, just looking at him pleadingly with her eyes. The sky was blue and clear, darkened by stormy darkness, her pupils were lovely beads against the background of narrow blue silk.
Oh, and how magical her eyes were.
Especially when she looked at him so devotedly, and it seemed to Colin that he was able to reach the very depths of her soul. She would have allowed him, he knew it, she would have gladly exposed herself to him, every nook and cranny of her insecurities and fears, every moment of joy and delight—his was all his. And he was incredibly grateful to her for that.
His, his, his. Pleasure purred in his chest.
He hissed, a wood fire crackling deep inside him. And with every hour of that day; with every flutter of her eyelashes, with every sonorous laugh, every teasing touch of his thigh or arm, every light kiss on his cheek or chin — she only made that fire in him burn stronger.
But today she should have been more careful about teasing him so brazenly in front of their family.
Touching him, whispering in his ear about how much she couldn't wait to get home, and — for God's sake — shoving her panties into his pants pocket. All of this was flavoured by his beloved sparkle in her blue eyes, for which he was ready to pull the moon or the stars out of the sky for her.
They had indeed always been quite public in expressing their own affection, but she teased him even when he told her to stop it, until Colin had to whisper threaten her to regret it later. Even that didn't stop the devilish vixen, though. He really should have known better, threatening Penelope with punishment, knowing as well as she did that it would be as much pleasure as it was torment.
Instead, Penelope smiled cheekily, drank her cocktail, and pretended to have no idea what was coming next. She would look away from him, giggle with Sophie and Kate as she discussed him and his two older brothers, and then tease Eloise for her sudden relationship with Philip—as if Colin wasn't even a meter away from them and the other Bridgertons.
When all he could think about was Penelope, Penelope, Penelope.
“You know you deserve this, don't you?” he asked, his voice deliberately firm and his hands moving up her body to the middle between the heaving of her two breasts, but even if he wanted to, he couldn't hide the smile on his own lips, “You wanted this?”
Penelope remained silent, but her eyes sparkled, and her cheeks bloomed with a rosy hue. He wanted to laugh; bright sparks of amusement danced in his chest at how innocent she appeared before him—yet how cunning a strategist she truly was. The fire burned brighter, spreading and devouring him piece by piece—wasn’t that exactly what Penelope was doing to him?
“I have no idea what are you talking about,” she said, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile. “It sounds like an undeserved slander against me.”
After all, everything they did was her planned prize in one way or another, and who was he to deprive his little princess of her treasure?
He could see the corners of her lips tremble slightly, still curl up, and she was clenching her lip between her teeth harder and harder. Penelope had a horrible habit of biting her own lips until they bled from nervousness, but it also had an incredibly arousing effect on him, so Colin had never really been able to stop her from doing it. He was always too busy trying to distract his own thoughts from the urge to mindlessly kiss her on the spot.
“Did you want me to remind you what happens when you disobey once we get home? Did you think about that while you were wearing those stockings with that lovely black dress and the open back?” he roamed his hand over her tits, just his fingertips touching her peachy skin, satisfied by the way her lovely nipples hardened. Penelope sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as he squeezed the pebbles with his fingers, pulling them slightly with his fingers and playing with them.
“Have you thought about how crazy it makes me to be able to touch your skin, but only partially, only your back? When I can't just rip your fucking clothes off at any moment and take you right there?”
Colin lifted his hand to her collarbone, noticing Penelope's skin tingling, even though he was barely touching her.
“Do you have any idea how much you make me insane, princess?”
He looked up at her face again, searching her expression for any sign that this was all too much for her; that she wanted to stop and just cuddle up to each other after a fruitful evening of socializing with the entire Bridgerton brood. But Colin found nothing close to that.
Instead, Colin noticed that her pupils had almost completely absorbed the blue of her eyes. As she met his gaze, Penelope's breathing slowed, as if she were trying to absorb every moment of it, afraid of losing it. Oh, and how well he could understand—he was exactly the same.
Sometimes, Colin felt that just as he could reach every part of her soul, Penelope could swallow him whole. One glance, one nod of the head was enough for this woman, and Colin would jump to his feet to follow her. And he gladly let her possess him in this way. He would have let her consume him, have every bit of him, and he would have been over the moon.
It was not for nothing, after all, that Anthony and Benedict had teased him since he was a teenager for being Penelope Featherington's personal puppy, always looking for her wherever they went. She could have put a leash on him and walked him if she really wanted to (sometimes he thought she already had one, an invisible one, and dragged him along without even thinking about it).
And he fucking adored the fact that, despite holding such power over him, Penelope still trusted him enough that, of the two of them, she was the one bound now. Completely, utterly his.
Only for his eyes.
With that sweet blush dusting her cheeks and chest, with that shy smile, and with her soft, curvaceous body.
He loved her, oh, how he loved her.
Sometimes it suffocated him, bursting him from the inside out with this love, threatening to explode every moment. Sometimes it made him feel as if he were glowing from the inside out, unable to hide his feelings (how generous she was, never asking him to do so, always absorbing everything he could give her with a happy smile on her sweet face). Sometimes he wanted to take Penelope all to himself, to wrap her up in something and hide her from other people's eyes, but he knew that was too selfish, and he really would never want to suppress her light.
Because Penelope deserved for the world to finally see her, even if the world had never truly deserved Penelope. But Colin would always do everything in his power to keep the world from dimming the brilliance of the most exceptional woman he had ever known. He would allow himself to be the one to push her forward if she ever needed it.
If he was merely a humble moon, reflecting her sun—what more could he possibly need to be happy?
But now, now she was only for him.
And from what he could see in her soft and relaxed expression, her trusting and loving eyes, she was completely and utterly satisfied with this arrangement.
So he lifted his palm to her throat, tracing it with his thumb in gentle, loving touches. He touched with his finger to the delicately defined jawline, lightly ran his finger under her lower lip, fascinated.
Colin watched her expression closely, too worried to do anything she didn't want him to do. But when he felt her finally relax completely in his hands; felt her only cling closer to him; saw her close her eyes, almost lost in pleasure—he smiled evilly.
The cheeky minx was enjoying this far too much, and he was far too soft with her for her to truly resist her own amusement in his presence. Though he couldn’t really blame her for it, he really ought to remind her who was in charge at that moment.
He squeezed her throat lightly, still not too hard, just to make her open her lovely eyes again and look at him, “Well, speak up, sweetie, don't be shy. You know how much I love listening to you.”
She opened her mouth, but no words came out again, just a few breaths (more from her own confusion than from his strength, after all, he would never forgive himself for being too rough with her—she was too precious to him) and jumbled letters of words, and then finally she gathered herself together again, “I-I was hoping you'd appreciate my new dress. I was a little unsure if I really should have bought it… So, what do you…”
She was so sweet, so sweet, so charming and beautiful, with her slightly misty gaze at him, trying to form words. Colin could feel something bubbling up inside him, something wicked and hot, just watching her then. The fire licked his cheeks, his lungs, his heart, his whole being.
And for God's sake, he didn't hold back. He leaned down, loosening his grip on her throat, but grabbing her chin with his fingers, kissing her. He bit her, traced her lips with his tongue, allowing himself to deepen it and feel her whimper in his mouth.
Colin felt Penelope sigh with sluggish pleasure against his lips, returning his kiss as if it were what she needed most. Perhaps this kiss was as much a breath of air for her as it was for him.
Penelope's hands, which were tied tightly at the forearms and resting on the pillow above her head, unconsciously fell on his shoulders as she tried to pull him closer to her. It was as if she was afraid he was going to disappear if she let go of him for even a moment.
He kissed her lips, tasted the distant flavour of her cocktails from the bar and something entirely Penelope's, enjoying her to the fullest. But in the end, her gut instincts were too often right for her own good, and he pulled away from her grip, caught the slight sound of her smacking as they joined and another whimper from her lips.
“Ah, what did I say about hands?” he asked with all the willpower he had left. It really cost him a lot to move away from her, even for a little while.
Yet how he longed to return to her again, to feel the warmth of her breath and touch her moist lips after their recent kiss. She just stared at him, almost embarrassed and breathless, when he thundered out in a steely voice, “Penelope.”
“Hold it up,” she squeaked out, as if she had only belatedly caught his question, and instantly raised her hands to the pillow above her head, then flashed him her cute puppy eyes and asked, almost shyly, “Are you going to kiss me again?”
“I don't know. Should I?”
He hummed, smiling and returning his hand to her tummy again, wholeheartedly enjoying its softness and pliability under his touch, although his thoughts were far from the innocence of the touch. In fact, he found it hard to resist the temptation to touch that part of her, to at least slightly quench his imagination of how she felt when she was filled with him. Filled to the brim.
“Were you a good girl who deserved another kiss today?”
Penelope swallowed, he was so focused on her that it was easy for him to notice. It even seemed as if the sound would have been louder than any crack in the room.
“No, I wasn't,” she answered quietly, almost in a whisper, in a tone that made him believe she was sincere.
“That's right.”
Penelope looked up at him, involuntarily licking her own lips as his palm slid lower, stroking her reddish curls reverently. Colin felt rather than actually heard Penelope gasp as his fingers touched her clit, teasing it with light, circling pressure.
“But you will, won't you, sweet girl? You will be so good for me, so obedient, won't you, princess?”
Penelope's breathing became more laboured as he pressed the fingers of his other hand against the skin of her thighs, squeezing the flesh with his hands and kneading it as if it were soft dough. He adored her, every part of Colin wanted to cherish and worship her, and he just couldn't get enough of her.
He would never have enough; he was greedy, unbearably greedy for her and—oh—how happy he was that Penelope indulged his greed. Lucky bastard, he thought to himself with a smile.
She nodded excitedly, almost sighing in response, “I will, I promise.”
“Good,” Colin grinned, deliberately sliding lower, making sure her folds were already wet enough for him, “because you're not coming until I tell you to.”
It seemed obvious to him, and Penelope should have expected it actually, but still her eyes widened, and her body tensed, obviously not too pleased with his verdict. A smile never left his lips, unable to contain the wicked feeling that she seemed as excited about it as she was concerned.
“What do you have to say, princess?” Colin asked as he checked each knot of rope on her legs again: one on her hips, just a few inches below her pussy and just below the pretty black lace of her stockings; another right above her knees; and the last above her ankles, all of which held Penelope securely in the position he wanted.
In fact, it's not even the most interesting version of the knots they've ever used or tried. Colin's favourite was usually something more complicated, especially around her curvy hips and beautiful tits. But that wasn't necessary today, because he just needed to make it too difficult for Penelope to move—after all, her attempt to avoid being released was the whole point of the punishment.
However, even the lightness of the rope could not diminish Penelope's incredible beauty, and to be honest, he still could not fully believe how lucky he was that she even looked at him.
“Thank you,” she said in a quiet voice, “and I'm sorry for teasing you earlier.”
Colin looked at her again, running a finger over her lower lip, knowing perfectly well what impression it made on her, “Hm… Do you?”
Penelope's lips tightened again as she tried to hide her own smile.
Oh, he knew perfectly well that she had no regrets at all. She had enjoyed it as much as he had, if not more.
“What are you going to do?” She completely relaxed, allowing herself to calmly observe him. Although 'calmly' was far from the truth—unless you considered the ropes—he didn't miss her attempt to move her thighs, trying to get at least a little friction.
Honestly, he didn't want to keep her waiting too long, so with a contented humming, he finally climbed out of their bed, leaving Penelope where she was. He heard her call out his name once more as he turned away from her, rummaging through their drawer for their belongings.
“You'll see,” he replied instead, turning back to her, holding one of their vibrators in his hands.
Turning it on, he placed it on her bound thighs, just so the buzzing and vibrations would reach her clit but never be too strong or enough to make her come.
It was slow. And it was supposed to be that way.
At first, Colin just left the wand pressed against her plump lips, deliberately applying pressure once every few seconds to make sure it would reach her clit the right way. He incredibly enjoyed hearing Penelope mewl, or try to reach her mound for the vibrator, never succeeding in doing so when his hands weren't on her.
Those sparks of merriment danced within him, fizzing like newly opened champagne as her breath lost its steadiness again, allowing Colin to feel the pleasant pleasure of his girlfriend's appearance before him.
“Good?” he asked gently, watching Penelope bite her lower lip again, holding back her own sighs.
“Mmm,” was all she could manage.
He smiled, letting the toy tease Penelope on its own.
Now he could enjoy the view before him: rosy cheeks and dark eyes in the comfort of their bedroom, her hands still obediently above her head (it was nice to see the effort she was making to keep her hands where he told her, even as he saw her jerking them to help herself with the vibrator). Her chest heaved with deep breaths, and her stomach occasionally tensed or flexed.
From her mouth came the beautiful sounds of learning, sighs and moans intertwined with his name. The best melody for his ears, if you asked Colin.
Her body twitches caused Colin to click his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head, and force Penelope back against the sheets, his hand again on the softness of her tummy. Despite this, he praised her, “Good girl, so good.”
“Colin…”
“You'll take it, princess.”
She whimpered, looking at him pitifully, but Colin was unfazed.
He moved closer to her, letting his hands find the soft weight and spill of her large tits, playing with her hard and sensitive nipples. Penelope closed her eyes, arching slightly to meet him as he said, “You take it, princess.”
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He was unbearable. Unbearable and cruel.
Penelope wondered how it was possible to be so evil and sweet at the same time. Because Colin's touch was always strong, but impossibly soft. Because his gaze had always been dark and heavy, but his eyes twinkled like stars at night — and she could never take her eyes off him.
Even when he teased her.
Even when his lips replaced his fingers on her breast and she felt his tongue play with her nipple, he was still gentle with her, reverent, worshipping her as if she were one of the goddesses. He could slide his teeth below her nipple, lightly nibble at her skin, and she could have sworn that when a moan escaped her lips, a satisfied grunt escaped his chest.
She felt like she was melting.
Physically and literally.
Moisture was flowing from her pussy, she could feel it running down her thighs, but the vibration at her clit was terribly small and yet too much. It itched, it burned, it tickled under her skin, it was so unbearably tingling everywhere—but it wasn't enough. It irritated her, so terribly, and burned.
She wanted to cry, but she could only whimper, lost in Colin's touch and in her own desire to achieve release. A little more, a little more, just a little…. But then nothing, and she let out a whimpering cry that sounded somewhat like his name, “Colin… please—”
Then he would lift his head. She would feel raw, empty, and vulnerable. At that moment, she truly thought she might cry. If he decided to leave her now, to get out of the bed or the room, it would break her.
“Not yet.”
But Colin hadn't planned on it, at least that was what his expression told her: his eyes were intent; one of his hands was squeezing her breast as if he couldn't just let himself stay away from her (more, more, more—she wanted him to press her against this bed so she could feel him everywhere, and even so, it wouldn't be enough); he was running his fingers over his lower lip with his free hand.
And then he'd smile, making her lose her mind, wishing she was strong enough to break the ropes to hell and climb on top of him. To throw him down, to pin him to the mattress, and to fuck his brains out as hard as he was doing now. Colin knew exactly what he was doing to her, and she didn't even want to imagine how desperate her expression had really been then.
“Do you think you deserve anything?” he asked her, licking his lips and meeting her eyes.
Penelope wanted to answer him, but her throat suddenly went dry, and she was afraid that her voice would not be her own, so she nodded instead (perhaps it was too desperate, but she couldn't help it).
But Colin, the cruel and evil man she loved with all her heart, smiled at her sunnily, as if he had just been offered a box of ice cream or the most delicious fresh pastries, telling her, “Oh, but have you learned your lesson? I think we've only just begun.”
And she really didn't know if she was ready for what lay ahead.
Colin reached down to the vibrator between her thighs, pressing it closer to her clit, opening her lips slightly with his fingers. It stole Penelope's breath away, making her jerk from the sudden and intense stimulation of her already aroused clit, but it felt so damn good that she let herself get lost in it.
Her eyes closed, and she knew she was trying to push her clit against the vibrator, moving her hips to meet it as long as Colin allowed her to do so. Unfortunately, he didn't touch her again, didn't tickle her skin with the heat of his fingertips, but instead just held the vibrator closer.
“Charming, princess, you're incredibly charming when you're so needy, you know?” he whispered sweetly, and she could swear he was smiling. “Sweeter than any dessert at a royal feast.”
But she really couldn't care less.
All she cared about was the way her orgasm was slowly and gradually approaching, hissing on the surface, bubbling deep in her belly. She whimpered, almost cried, wanting to reach for that release.
“Not yet,” Colin said firmly, and Penelope could only squeak and sigh in frustration as the weight of his hand disappeared, and the vibrator felt not close enough to her clit again.
She was almost there, just a little more…
The weight of her unfulfilled orgasm fell on her chest, forcing her to breathe hard and open her eyes.
Penelope took in every part of Colin: the way his gaze had grown heavy as she lay there, the way the bulge in his jeans (the ones with her panties still in the pocket that she had taken off in the bar's restroom and shoved into them when she returned to their family's table) had grown stronger, and how hard the sight must have been for him. Even his breathing seemed laboured, and his hands, always strong and steady, were barely held apart, as if it were as much agony for him as it was for her.
And it made her sing inside, a whole galaxy of stars explodes inside her at the thought of making him that way. It filled Penelope with warmth, filled her with something so delicious and pleasant. Then it seemed to her that Colin had somehow touched not just her breasts earlier, no, he had crawled under her skin, under her very ribs, wrapping his arms around her heart.
Never in her life could Penelope have believed that her feelings for this wonderful and sensitive man would be reciprocated. That he would be able to drool over her like that, and that she would feel in her own hands all the power over his tender heart.
She loved him. She loved him, loved him, loved him.
So much so that it filled her lungs.
Penelope couldn't even remember a single day when she didn't love Colin. And if once, in the very dark and sad parts of their history, she had considered it as a terrible curse, now it was just another blessing. And she couldn't be more grateful for it.
It was intoxicating.
Colin Bridgerton was intoxicating, as dangerously seductive as the sweetest wine, and Penelope had always had a family history of addiction. So she was addicted to him acutely and irrevocably.
Addicted to the way he kissed her again and again, stole her breath and deepened their kiss with his tongue, unable to keep his distance for too long. Addicted to the taste of brandy on his tongue. Addicted to the way he grunted and moaned into her mouth as he pressed his erection against her, but neither of them was getting enough to relieve themselves. Addicted to the fact that he was the one who was the last to open his eyes after every kiss, as if he was the one who couldn't believe it was really happening.
She loved him.
She loved, loved, loved him so much that her chest was tight, filled with all the feelings she had expressed and unexpressed, as Colin gently stroked her cheek and looked at her with that tender gaze. The same gentle look he gave her every morning, every day, and every night.
“Good?” he asked.
Although she thought he should know by now that she felt too good to be able to think about it for even a minute, to say no. There was no way that there was any universe in which she could not feel good about him.
But this time, she found her voice, whispering and nodding to him, “Good.”
Colin smiled at her in a way that made her want to smile herself. She felt lost, like she was somewhere far away and not close enough, but he was the only thing she could see clearly in the red lighting of their room. He was so clear against all the blur that she couldn't name a single thing in their room or even the colour of the walls.
She had always known that Colin was like the sun to her, and she orbited him, never able to get close enough, but now she felt his rays caressing her, and she couldn't get enough of it. She felt like she could reach out to him like a flower, forever enjoying everything he had to offer.
And what a happy feeling it was to know that she actually had him more than anyone else. Penelope knew that Colin was capable of giving her everything, and she would be greedy, terribly greedy, but she would take every bit of him she could.
But nothing prepared her for Colin's quick peck on the lips and then crawling away from her again. For a moment, she thought he was really going to leave her like this: tied up, helpless, and with the vibrator between her thighs, unable to finish her off. She was about to scream out when the frightened question caught in her throat, and instead let out a surprised squeak when she felt his hands on her hips and the sensation and hum of the vibrator disappeared.
“I need to taste you,” he said, his voice drenched in the same desperation as hers (even if she didn't say a word, she knew it was true), “But that still doesn't mean you can come.”
Strong arms that easily lifted her legs off the bed, pulling her to the edge and pressing them against her stomach and chest. Colin leaned over her briefly, pressing his weight down on her just a little, causing Penelope to exhale all the air in her lungs. She loved it when he pressed down on her like that, making her feel tiny and incredibly safe, trapped by his comforting weight around her.
He still had a cheerful expression on his face, bordering on incredible lust and desire, which made Penelope almost purr back at him.
“You will be a docile and good little thing; you will let me taste you, let me feast on that sweet pussy until I want to stop,” he said, his voice low and hot, making Penelope want to get at least some of what he had told her then, “But you will not come. Not until I say so.”
Penelope stared at him, completely mesmerized and entranced by him, lost again in his eyes and the way his curls were in an incredible mess. He was so handsome, so hot, so magical, for some unknown reason completely and utterly hers. Who was she to complain, right?
“Do you understand me, princess?” he asked one last time.
Penelope nodded, but when he squinted and gripped her thighs tighter with his fingers (she really hoped he would leave his own prints on her), she said, “Understood.”
“Great,” Colin purred, kissing her gently under the knee.
This made her giggle as Colin continued to move lower with these teasing kisses. She could feel him smiling through her own skin as he tickled her skin, rubbed his nose, and caught the fishnet edges of her black stockings with his teeth.
And then it caused her to moan, bordering on sighs and mewls, as his kisses moved lower and lower, getting closer to her most sensitive part of her body at that moment. God, how she wanted to feel him closer, to feel the warmth of his mouth and the insistence of his tongue on her.
“Oh, sweetie, you're leaking,” he feigned indignation, kissing her already wet thighs but deliberately avoiding her pussy, leaving her to cry out in indignant desire, “We can't let this go to waste, don't you agree?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That's right.”
He moaned when his lips finally touched her wet folds.
Penelope could have sworn she was shaking. Or at least, she wanted to shake uncontrollably, but Colin held her tightly enough to keep her in the position he wanted her to be. He kissed, licked, and bit her. It seemed like he really wanted to taste her, or turn her into a fucking whimpering, crying mess as he touched her clit with his tongue only occasionally.
It's nice, it's good, but it' s still not enough.
Honestly, Penelope wanted to be strong enough, physically able to push against him. She craved more friction, more of his mouth on her clit. She fucking knew he would have enjoyed it as much as she did. But her legs were tied. Colin's arms were incredibly strong, keeping her from bumping into him.
So Penelope whimpered, sighed, and did her best to move her hips slightly to meet him. Colin, in turn, grunted, moaned, and really enjoyed her. A man who had been deprived of dessert for a week and was trying to make up for it. He played with her, teased her so unbearably that tears were about to well up in her eyes.
And then he finally turned his attention to her neglected and so eager clit that she could have sworn even her breath was lost. She was so sensitive, so responsive, and he was so close, she wasn't even sure if she was even feeling anything at all besides Colin.
Colin and his hands, squeezed her like the most delicate French bun; Colin and his mouth, explored every part of her body as if he had never seen or felt it before; Colin and his tongue, played a wicked game with her, teasing and bringing her to the boiling point, but always retreating just in time to prevent her from grabbing the finish line.
It was an endless marathon, and she felt like she was in a dream, when you get closer to the desired end each time, but it suddenly moves away, and some external force prevents you from reaching it. Only this time, that force was Colin, who had a mission to make her feel like she was on the fucking edge and losing all her sense.
“…Please, Colin, please, please, please…”
“So good,” he murmured, and she literally felt it much more than she actually heard it with her own ears. “You're so fucking delicious, I love feeling your sweetness here.”
Her ears were ringing, she was burning and shivering with cold at the same time; she felt feverish, as if she were about to burst. To explode like another star in the sky, to burn so uncontrollably and strongly that it would destroy everything around her.
“You have no idea how heavenly you are, princess. But you are here with me, aren't you?”
“Yes…” she gasped out, wanting him to touch her again, wanting him to just fucking fuck her at last, and honestly, that was all she had on her mind at the time, “Please, Colin, fuck me.”
He laughed, and she whimpered when she felt him pull away from her. Colin loomed over her again, horribly messy, dotted with her moisture on his chin and lips, his eyes almost mad and so dark she wanted to drown in them.
“Oh, I'm going to fuck you, sweetheart, I promise,” he said, looking intently into her eyes, “I'm going to fuck you so hard and fill you to the brim. I'm going to make you drip all over us and make sure it all stays inside, so nothing goes to waste. You want that, don't you?”
Penelope wanted this. God, she wanted it so badly.
She wanted to finally feel Colin inside her, to feel every inch of his cock and to feel him fill her with his sperm. That promise only made her itch again, an itch that only he could remove.
“Please, please, please.”
She was begging, and she wasn't really ashamed of it. Honestly, she just hoped that Colin would be compassionate enough to respond to her pleas. He wouldn't leave her to suffer any longer. Wouldn't he?
And it must have been good enough to earn another smirk from him and the unique twitch of his adorable elf ears as he said, “All right.”
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Seeing Penelope's adorable sigh of relief after his answer was the sweetest thing he had ever seen. He knew that she was on the verge. Such a good, sensitive, wonderful girl for him, she still hadn't come, just like he told her.
How could he refuse her anything?
He put her legs on the bed. Then he quickly stripped them of the rope, lovingly kissing every mark and dent in her delicate skin after the strain. Penelope twitched under his touch, and he had to push her back down to the bed. Even when she was obedient, she was always a very, very needy thing. And yet, he loved her for that above all else.
“Patience,” he said, biting her thigh, making her squeak from it, “I said I'd fuck you, don't you want it?”
Penelope huffed, pouting at him, “Then why don't you do it? You're just teasing.”
“Because I want to make sure you're not hurt,” he said gently, tracing his hands down her thighs again, “Because you're so precious to me, princess, I don't want you to get hurt.”
“But it hurts! It hurts so much, you have to help me with this,” she whimpered, pushing her hips up against his face, her hands still tied at the wrists, reaching up to his head, gripping his curls soothingly, “I feel so empty, I need you. Please, Colin, please…”
He looked up at her, letting her hands still hold his head. And her gaze took his breath away; hungry and thirsty, deep and so pleading.
She was a vision, with the way her breasts heaved heavily, and her tits were squeezed by her hands (though unintentionally, he knew it was mostly because both her palms were intertwined with ropes). Her cheeks were red, so cute and sweet that he wanted to bite them, just as much as he wanted to bite her protruding nipples. Penelope's eyes twinkled, as if she were ready to cry if he didn't eventually touch her the way she needed him to.
And God, he wanted to eat her, even though he had done so only a moment before.
“I'm sorry, princess,” he said with one last kiss on her thigh, and then on her hand, “I didn't mean to torment you. But this is the point of punishment, you have to realize that your bad behaviour won't go unnoticed. You understand that, don't you?”
She blinked her eyes, perhaps caught off guard by his pliability and tenderness, and his persuasiveness at the same time. Penelope, the magic golden fish, blinked her eyes at him, completely lost in a haze of lust.
“I love you,” she said suddenly, causing his eyes to open.
Then he smiled, licking his lips again and only vaguely tasting her flavour. He leaned over her, letting her hands fall to her body (it had to be tiring, after all, keeping them up all this time), clasping them with his groin. It gave him nice pressure on his aching cock, still buried in his tight jeans, and maybe some reassurance to Penelope that she wasn't the only one going crazy right now.
“And I love you.”
Colin gently ran his finger along her burning cheek, under her eye, and tucked a naughty red curl behind her ear.
“I love you so much that you have no idea,” he kissed her lips softly, wanting to confirm his own words with this.
Gentle, sweet, and sensitive.
Colin wanted her to know how much he valued and cherished her. How much space she held in his heart. He wanted to give her the whole world, so much so that sometimes it seemed like it was the only thing that filled him.
He felt her hands, the same hands that had begun to press down on his cock, squeezing and stroking it. She was drawing moans out of him, directly into her mouth, absorbing his breath like a siren, and he was unable to resist her. Perhaps it was her intention to draw the last of his life out of him in this way. Who knows, he would have given it to her without magic or deception.
Pulling away from her, Colin exhaled, feeling her breath on his lips, “You think you're sly, princess?”
Penelope licked her own lips, “Maybe just a little bit.”
His chest filled with laughter, rumbling and loud. Then he kissed her for the last time, enjoying how moist and yet plump her lips were then.
“I promised to fuck you,” he said, climbing off her and pulling her with him, knowing it would be hard for her to get up with her hands tied, “On your knees. Hug your pillow.”
When his feet were firmly planted on the floor again, Colin watched carefully to see how confused Penelope seemed. For a few seconds, she just stared at him, watching him undo his belt and the zip of his jeans.
Then he thundered with an evil laugh, “Now, princess. Don't keep me waiting.”
Penelope's reaction to these words was to stiffen. She turned her back on him, leaning forward and pulling one of the pillows on their bed toward her, hugging it to her. She was a nice little thing, really.
“Spread your legs,” he said, removing his clothes, relieved to be free of the tightness of the fabrics, “Wider, I want to see you.”
Penelope obediently spread her knees for Colin, looking over her shoulder at him, waiting for his conclusion. From this angle, with her lovely curls falling messily over her shoulders and back, her charming wide stockinged thighs and her soft butt cheeks, she reminded him of a cute rabbit. She even swayed.
“Good girl,” he praised, smiling and stroking her cheek, then slapping her hard, the sound echoing off the walls as Penelope let out a squeak, jerking in surprise, “Very good.”
Colin hummed contentedly as he squeezed the skin on her hips and cheeks with his fingers. He had already seen how wet she was, her pussy a lovely pink and her lips slightly swollen from his bites and sucking earlier. He'd never really get tired of looking at her, because no matter how he looked at her, Penelope was the most beautiful thing in the universe.
He allowed himself to tease her for a brief moment longer, running his fingers along her slippery slit, sinking in just a little but pulling back out immediately, enjoying how easily his fingers entered her. He saw her muscles twitch slightly as he touched her clit with his thumb, and enjoyed the way Penelope whimpered muffled into the pillow, thrusting more and more desperately against his hand.
God, he loved her, he adored her to the point of laughter, so much so that it would be worth investigating whether a person could be so passionate about another.
“Colin…”
Then he finally took his cock in his hand, stroking it with a rumbling moan with the hand that had just been inside her, lightly covering it with her moisture. It wasn't enough, and he couldn't wait to feel how warm and wet it was inside her again.
“Please, please, please.”
She babbled, her hips swayed mesmerizingly, and he was indeed a rather weak man. Especially when it came to her.
With one jerk, he entered her, earning a loud scream from Penelope.
“Satisfied, princess? That's what you wanted so badly from me, isn't it? To feel me crack you open, to break inside you?” he murmured, his fingers clenching her hips and leaving her warm in one motion, but then slamming right back into her without giving her a moment to adjust, “Because I wanted to feel you, every inch of your seductive warmth. To feel you around me so tightly and your pussy flowing hotly through me.”
He crashed into her, ruthlessly stuffing her with every movement.
She was so tight, always squeezing his cock perfectly and taking every thrust. Penelope moaned, unable to control herself as he held her hips tightly with his hands, convinced that the next morning there would be fingerprints from his fingers. Oh, how he wished to see them.
“Yes! There, Colin! Please… don't stop—”
In fact, he didn't intend to.
His hips moved rapidly as soon as he withdrew, then immediately drove back in, eager to get back to her. Colin watched in fascination as she absorbed him with every thrust, obediently taking him inside her.
“So fucking good, Pen, so fucking good,” he moaned, “You take me so well. You're such a good girl.”
Penelope was clenching, he could feel it with his cock, could feel how she sometimes forgot to breathe. She was sensitive, he knew that. Heard it in her whimpers, saw it in the way she tried to push against him, always insatiable for more.
Then Colin bit his lip, slapping her again on the cheek, immediately clenching the spot and hearing his favourite meow as his movements slowed, “You're close, aren't you princess?”
“Yes, I…” she choked as he suddenly pushed harder, leaning over her and resting his arms on either side of her, “I'm so close, please—”
“But did I say I was going to let you come?” he rumbled lowly against her ear, “I promised to fuck you, but I didn't say you deserved to come.”
Penelope gasped, her mouth rounding up nicely as he made deliberate short, deep thrusts. Goosebumps ran down her skin as he touched his lips to her shoulder, scraping his teeth over her skin and biting where it connected to her neck, “…What?”
Colin chuckled, feeling uncontrollably delighted by her distraught voice. He could feel her spasming slightly on the verge of orgasm, and he knew that it would have been enough for her if he had touched her clit a few times, but he didn't.
Instead, he turned it from sharp and strong thrusts to slow oscillations, barely taking his cock out of her pussy. He enjoyed the way she trembled in his hands, the way her skin tingled under his lips, and the way her breath came in puffs against his head.
She whimpered, looking at him over her shoulder with sparkling eyes, “Colin—I can't take it any more, please— let me—”
“Yes, you can,” he answered her and leaned closer to her, grabbing her chin with one hand and kissing her lips, “Just a little more, princess. Take it like a good girl that you are.”
She closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. He knew it was hard for her. It was even harder to keep herself on the edge, but she was trying, and he really appreciated her for that. He loved her for trusting him with all of this.
“I love you,” he whispered into her lips, still holding her chin, kissing his favourite lips again, “You are the best thing in my life.”
“I love you,” she answered him, her voice full of sincere admiration and affection, “so, so much.”
It warmed him, melted his heart with such incredible power. There really wasn't a more perfect woman in the world than her, Colin was sure of it, and there wasn't anyone in the world who loved her more than he did. In fact, he was convinced that loving Penelope was the most right thing he had ever done in his life.
He kissed the constellations of freckles on her shoulders, back, and neck. He savoured the smell of her hair shampoo (it really was like cherry blossoms, and he couldn't get enough of it). His fingers wanted to touch her, but he didn't want to fall on top of her, because that would make his movements much harder to manoeuvre.
In the end, he knew that Penelope just turned into one continuous nerve, even when he hardly pushed into her, she kept sighing. He had to slide one hand under her, feeling the softness of the rolls of her belly on his forearm as his fingers touched her clit and the entrance to her pussy, where he could feel his own cock.
“I won't be able to hold back if you do that,” she exhaled.
Colin lightly stroked her sensitive clit, feeling her clench and twitch, “Hmm.”
“Colin, I'm serious,” she said, trying to push away from his hand.
However, she really couldn't do it in any way — he was wrapping his arm around her, holding her tightly to him, but he didn't take his fingers off her at all. She moaned loudly, and he noticed her biting down on the pillow, closing her eyes tightly. Even with the cloth in her mouth, her whimpering continued, reaching his ears and filling him to the brim.
“All right,” he slapped her clit one last time, making her squeal loudly. “Then—”
Then he pulled out of her with ease, immediately missing her warmth, and in one jerk flipped Penelope onto her back. Her legs were spread wide apart, and her arms were clasped together seductively, making his cock twitch painfully. He honestly didn't know how much longer he could hold out.
Penelope's eyes widened charmingly, blinking at him and steadying her breathing.
“God, you're so beautiful,” he couldn't help himself.
Penelope giggled, biting her lip again, “Then why are you so far away from me?”
“My bad,” he said, reaching for her hands to untie the ropes, “I have to fix this.”
She licked her lips, smiling contentedly as Colin untied her hands from the knots. He kissed the light rope marks again, confident that they would be stronger there than on her legs. In spite of everything, Penelope allowed him this moment of tenderness, looking at him with those sweet eyes.
He really was nothing but a weak man in everything that concerned her.
As he re-entered her, slowly, enjoying how easily he sank inside thanks to her smoothness, he never took his eyes off the sight of her pussy. It was swollen, redder than earlier in the evening, and so juicy that for a moment he wondered if it would be better to put his mouth on it again now.
But then he entered her completely, and a satisfied groan escaped his chest — she felt like the finest silk, molten gold, and all the best things that could happen to a man in his lifetime. It would seem that he had been inside her only a few minutes ago, but what a relief it was to be back again.
Colin pushed Penelope's legs down on the bed, opening her a little wider, allowing him to plunge deeper into her from this angle. Penelope exhaled deeply, throwing her head back. Colin could not resist lightly biting her throat, which she had so lovingly opened to him.
“You feel so fucking good… Oh, God…” Penelope's voice rumbled under his lips, and he felt her fingers touch his shoulders, squeezing his muscles and scraping her nails.
“I don't understand why you're calling on God, princess, I'm doing all the work,” he jokingly indignantly said, kissing her behind the ear and slowly pushing, enjoying the way she moved her hips to meet him.
Even if Penelope had wanted to respond to him in some defiant way, any response was lost when he touched her clit with one hand, squeezing her pearl between his fingers. So instead, she exhaled his name in a long breath. “Colin.”
“Yeah, that's right,” he chuckled, continuing to trace circles on her clit while biting her throat, “That's who you're supposed to call.”
It was as if Penelope was unable to form a single coherent thought in response to him. It actually made Colin very happy to feel her clinging to him with all her might.
So he made a little more effort to keep her in that suspended state, slowly increasing his pace. He turned his palm a little so that its heel was pressing precisely against her stomach, almost wanting to feel the way he moved inside Penelope, his fingers still brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
God bless his huge hands and Penelope's tiny body.
“There, there, Colin, Colin…!” Penelope exclaimed, each word interrupted by a sigh or a whimper.
He smiled as he pushed away from her body to look at her, enjoying what a complete mess Penelope was, but still continuing to thrust deeply into her, “Good girl, such a cute little thing. Give me that. I need to feel you squeezing me, I need to feel you coming on my cock.”
He hissed as Penelope's nails scratched his neck, but he didn't regret it for a moment. He deliberately thrust hard and deep, until once Penelope's eyes closed and a loud scream and cry escaped her lips.
Her insides clenched, and her pussy made such vulgar squelching sounds every time he pushed into her. Then her legs trembled, and he almost growled, feeling his own arousal threatening to explode inside him, “Come on, princess, come on my cock, soak me through.”
A few seconds were enough for Penelope to finally come, spasming uncontrollably not only inside, but jerking her entire body. The way she squeezed him, the sounds she made, were enough to make his own release finally find its own way out. He groaned as he pushed into her, feeling her come endlessly, even as Penelope's eyes were literally filled with tears from the overstimulation and intensity of her orgasm.
Colin didn't immediately notice that she had squirted at some point, but he felt the wetness on his own thighs as the wave of his own release finally cleared the haze in his mind.
However, all he cared about at that moment was the hiccupping sounds of Penelope, whose tears were rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably and whose body continued to tremble even after her peak had passed. He stopped instantly, leaning over her in concern and holding her close.
“Shhh, it's okay, Pen, I've got you,” he whispered, kissing her nose and lips, wiping her cheeks with his fingers, “Breathe. Do it with me, slowly.”
He took one of her hands and held it to his chest, right where his heart was beating. He pressed his forehead against Penelope's, catching her gaze with his eyes, “Breathe in and out. Breathe in… Breathe out.”
It took her a while to imitate him, but eventually her trembling subsided, and she was slowly able to follow his instructions. Tears filled her eyes for a few more seconds, but that quickly passed when she was able to close her eyes and take a deep breath herself.
“Alright?”
“Uh-huh.”
Colin wiped her cheeks again, running his fingers gently under her eyes, watching her closely. He didn't really care about the mess they'd left behind, because all he cared about was that Pen had never actually cried after their sex, no matter how intense. However, Colin was sure that he could attribute it all to how long their foreplay had been today and how intense the climax had been after the long holdout.
“Shall I get you some water?” he asked, gently looking at Penelope's cheek. It was tender, still pink and slightly damp, even as he wiped away the tear tracks.
Although, Penelope shook her head instead, leaning her head against his palm and hugging his waist, “No, just hold me a little longer.”
“Okay,” he gently kissed her lips.
After that, he held her tightly against him, finally allowing himself to lie down completely on Penelope. Even though he had always worried that he was too heavy for her small body, she eventually convinced him it was the opposite. She always comforted him, giving her the relief she needed after each time. So, he just let her take whatever she needed from him.
Later, they could go to the shower, and he would wash them under warm water, making sure to take care of all her tired and red body parts. He would order them Thai food and hold Penelope in his arms on the living room couch until she fell asleep to an episode of their TV show.
But now, he would just hold her a little longer.