Work Text:
And I feel everything
I feel everything from my body to my soul
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I want you to follow right behind me
I want you to hold me while I'm smiling
While I'm dying
-Faith
The Weeknd
Work fucking sucked.
Penelope huffed and dumped her purse on the hook right at their door, taking a deep breath before she spotted, arguably, the one thing that wouldn’t continue to aggravate her.
Oh, Colin. Two years as a couple and her heart still raced. He was wearing her favorite gray joggers, the ones that, when he turned just so, showed the line of him perfectly. As well as a burgundy shirt that highlighted the tan he’d gotten from when he last traveled. He clucked his tongue, looking at her and taking in how she must look utterly deflated, his full mouth scrunching to the side. “Shitty day?” he asked, and she threw her arms in the air.
“The. Shittiest.”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Pen. Do you wanna tell me about it while I order takeout? Or roll you a joint?”
Oh, both of those sounded so amazing. Did she just sigh? She needed it very much. “Yes and yes?”
“On it,” he said, pulling out his phone and clicking through. For a moment, she expected him to ask her what she wanted, and, frankly, even that she couldn’t handle at that particular moment. But, instead, he made a few more selections and then clicked the button to lock his screen, looking up at her. “Alright, they’re a bit delayed- it’ll be an hour. Talk to me?”
Penelope toed off her heels, huffing as she finally settled flat on her feet. “Fucking Cressida- has there ever been anyone who is more like a viper, I mean, really-”
As she started to strip off her workplace attire, near single-minded in her vent, she managed to look up just once from her task to notice Colin staring, eyes nearly glazed. “-alright there?” she asked, one eyebrow lifting. Maybe she should be upset that he was focused on other things- well, focused on her and how hot she made him. Maybe. But, despite it all, everyone and anyone be damned with what they wanted to say: she’d never tire of knowing she turned him on. Even with it not being on purpose. She wanted Colin for years before they got together, though she tried to force it down, and she wanted him every single minute of every single hour of every single day ever since they finally became a thing.
To know it was the same for him? Well, some of her frustration and anxiety melted away just from that. No reply he could have given would have done that nearly as effectively.
“Sorry, I’m listening, just- New plan,” he said, standing up and staring at her, even as she smirked and played with the buttons of her blouse. She loved how his nostrils flared when he tried to keep himself in check. “I’m going to roll you a joint and you’re gonna tell me all about what happened, and when you’re done, I’m gonna give you an orgasm so good, you’ll forget all about it.”
“Really?” she asked, and maybe it was giddy, maybe it was too eager, but she didn’t even care.
“Mmmmmhm,” he said, already opening the drawer that held their stash, pulling out the glistening green metal grinder, a splurge she’d managed to buy even before they moved in together. Colin’s shitty acrylic ones couldn’t ever compare, so they had joint-custody, a pun she was rather proud of.
“Maybe,” she started, swallowing and trying not to remember the fucking awful time she’d had not even half an hour ago, “maybe I could. . .uh. . .really forget about it. After. . .during?”
She watched the way his wrists turned as he filled the grinder and twisted it, the effortless way it made subtle muscles in his arms jump. His Henley was pushed up to the elbows, and the hair on his arms caught in the overhead light of their kitchen. When he was done, he pulled out two rolling papers, crushing them in his palm effortlessly and then cocking his head when he noted how her eyes traced the veins on his arms.
“Wanna go mindless?” he asked, packing the first paper. She almost didn’t answer him for a moment. There was something about how he could roll a joint that just did it for her. The way his fingers, so dexterous, could just wrap it all up in a perfect flourish reminded her of what he could do to her, too. She inhaled, letting the spark of arousal come over her.
“I just- I don’t wanna be in control,” she told him, and his hands paused as he looked over her, taking in what she was asking him for. “I don’t think I could take making even like. . .one more major decision right now.”
“I can do that,” he assured, but the frown on his face spoke to his concern. “If you need me to be in control, you know I always love doing that for you. Anything off the table?”
“No, not really,” she said. “Shame you didn’t say on the table-”
“Because obviously the answer would be you, ” he quipped back, finally tipping a brow up. “Full sub-space?”
“Yeah it- yeah, that would be nice,” she said, already thinking about how hard he was going to take her. They’d talked about everything they wanted all the time- he surely already had a scene in mind.
“Done,” he agreed, continuing his task. “ Now talk to me.”
So, while staring at his perfect, ridiculously capable hands, knowing what he was going to do to her later- she did.
By the time she got to how absolutely no one in the room even acknowledged her when she voiced her idea in the meeting, and how fucking Conner of all people, Conner! , took it for his own and how Cressida said he was so smart and had all the best ideas, she felt she’d unloaded what she needed. They’d made their way to the couch as soon as he finished rolling the joint, leaving one on the counter and taking the other with them. Besides, she was at least 3 hits in, and the world started getting rather rosy a hit or two ago. Now, instead of fucking Conner, the only thing on her mind was fucking Colin.
Colin.
Colin and his smirk. Colin and how he kept answering her, sympathizing, nodding, listening and never once cutting her off. Colin and his smell- god, he smelled so good. Like weed, yes, but also like his body wash, crisp and sharp, like biting into a tart apple. The combination of it was doing something to her. She barely even noticed how she’d stopped talking, taking in the amused glint on his face when he glanced over at her.
He took a deep drag from the joint, balancing it on his lip as he blinked his lashes. His eyes were lidded, a single brow lifted, all too tempting. She was still dizzy from her last hit, but the way he looked at her, green eyes flashing in the glow of the cherry, made her spin out.
“Damn, you look like sin right now,” she muttered, cutting off halfway through her story. He chuckled.
“Am I the Adam to your Eve?”
“Mmm, I think you mean Lilith, actually,” she mused, chewing on her lip. “Isn’t she the one who tempts Eve?”
“You saying I’m tempting right now, Penelope?” he teased, leaning in and plucking the joint out of his mouth between his first two fingers, looking far too effortlessly casual.
She didn’t reply, tilting her head. The low music in the background was suddenly taking over her and all her nerves were at the surface, buzzing with how close she was to him. Full sub-space? It was too tempting. She could just give in. She wanted to. He gave her another smile, though it curled to a confident smirk as he read the silence for the acceptance it was. Penelope watched how his fitted T-shirt sleeve tightened as he rolled his shoulder, leaning in close as he offered the joint to her. Then, he hesitated.
“Another?” he asked. Before she could remind him of her earlier request, he smiled. “I promise, last decision you have to make for the night.”
She assessed for a moment, relenting. Usually, he didn’t ask, just passed to her and let her decide if she were going to put it out in the ashtray, a fancy black and rose-gold bowl that accented the dark wood of their coffee table.
She looked at his mouth for no reason other than she wanted to. Well, and because he was looking at hers, too. When she glanced back at the endless green of his eyes, framed in dark, curly lashes, it nearly rocked her off her axis. It killed her that he was so damn pretty. It was almost unfair. She licked her lips. “Yeah, I’ll have one more.”
The way her voice rasped out, hitched from her previous coughing and hits, deepened in her desire for him. He shifted in his seat, the broadness of him highlighted as he did. She wanted to bite his bicep, wanted to bury her face in his chest as she smelled the mix of the smoke and body-wash and his cologne.
“Great,” he said as he brought the joint back to his mouth, inhaling deeply, illuminating his eyes in the glow of the ember. She watched, swallowing, as he plucked it out of his mouth with one hand, his fingers curved elegantly and resting his elbow on his thigh, leaning it away from them. Her brows furrowed, about to say something just as his other hand came to her face, roved her cheek.
“Col-?” Her breath hitched, staring up at him as he loomed over her for what felt like forever, just looking. What did he see when he stared at her like that? What new part of her was he uncovering? Colin’s eyes on her were intent and attentive, as though memorizing. Her cunt clenched. Slowly, as though he were sweet syrup dripping over her, his thumb glided on her lower lip, hitching her mouth open. She blinked up at him, spinning in his orbit, letting go. Colin leaned in impossibly close to her, eyes dark and endless- then- his lips, brushing against her. She felt the heat of him and trembled, held in place by his hand.
The rough of his palm slipped down and over her throat, the heat that followed beating a heavy pulse between her legs.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” he breathed, exhaling smoke into her mouth so she could fill his air into her lungs. The thought that part of him was inside her was heady and indulgent, something as intangible as his breath becoming solid and real within her.
And then he squeezed, firm promise on her neck as he pressed her backward, staring down at her with an intensity that rendered her bones to liquid, the warmth sloshing in her belly and pooling deep. The spindrift of it fluttered up and between her ribs, her thighs trembling together.
“You’re such a good girl, taking it so well,” he said, holding her suspended before releasing her throat. The plume that left her was colored by her moan, spreading diaphanous around them in a haze. She leaned in, wanting for his mouth, but he moved further away, giving her that damned grin. “Want another?”
She barely thought about it, her head feeling light, as she anchored herself with a hand on his thigh and the other looping around to cup his neck. The tease. He knew damn well what he did to her.
What she asked him to do to her.
Penelope pressed in close to meet his mouth, but he stayed firm on her throat. He loomed over her, a twinkle in his gaze, holding her suspended. Then came in so damn close, she could taste the sweetness on his mouth.
“Say please, good girl,” he told her, and it flashed inside her as though water upon a hot pan, all sizzle.
“Please,” she said, immediately.
“Oh, you can do better than that, I think?"
She glared up at him, trying to close the distance but unable. He was too strong and she was enjoying his teasing too much and it pooled liquid heat in the curve of her belly. He stared down into her eyes and didn’t let up. Finally, her lips wobbled open. “Please, Colin. Kiss me,” she relented, and as soon as she did, he eased his grip on her and connected them with a sigh of contentment, slotting his cupid’s bow between her lips, leaning her body into him. Colin smiled against her, letting her take what she wanted from him, giving and giving. He tasted of smoke and chocolate, likely having snacked before she came home, and she couldn’t stop kissing him. “Fuck- Colin- why are you- so stupidly hot?”
He grinned, wrapping an arm around her middle as he yanked her into his lap, leaving her with her knees on either side of his hips, her weight hovering so she didn’t settle fully. “Just to tempt you,” he said, and then he was kissing her again, not like he were in need of air and she was oxygen, but like he were feeding her morsels of a rich dessert. His arm tightened over her middle, palm ghosting over her side, and he pushed her down so her entire weight was on him, now.
“Perfect,” he muttered, indulging her with a particularly slow drag of his hand up her spine, hitching the fabric of her shirt up in small notches. “You’re perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” she got out, before his hand was in her hair, fisting the locks, and he was connecting them with a sharp intensity that wobbled her world and her legs and her heart in her throat.
He fucked her slow.
Each time he dipped in all the way, she ground down on his thighs, the sound of their skin meeting a fresh friction. As he pulled out, cresting right at her opening, she’d shiver and whimper, tattering around him, his voice in her ear, all her skin too responsive.
She felt the upholstery rubbing her knees raw and his hot hands on her back and every single point where they connected.
“You’re gorgeous like this, I wish you could see,” he told her, no doubt watching himself tease her pussy open. She clenched at the thought. “Next time I fuck you, I’ll film it.”
She cried out, squeezed her eyes shut at the idea. He’d made her watch him fuck her, before. The floor to ceiling mirrors he’d covered one wall of his bedroom in had seen her in a plethora of positions. Her fingers playing with her clit, leaned back against his chest, his cock splitting her open from behind, even her ruddy ass after he’d spanked her. But filming her? Filming them?
Penelope panted. “God, please,” she groaned, and he grinned at her as he ground down, buried to the hilt and holding still just until she trembled before he pulled back once more, one of his hands caressing her shoulder, roving around to play with her tit. His hand was the perfect size, the soft of her peaking between his fingers as he palmed her.
“Who’s are you?” he asked, licking up the column of her neck.
“Yours,” she replied, rewarded with a harder thrust and a sweet swirl of his thumb over her clit before it stilled.
“What’s that? Speak up,” he said, and she felt his lips smirk against her, leaving a cheeky nibble upon her throat. She pressed her face against the cushion, trembled at the feeling of his fingertips ghosting her neck, tenderly pushing her hair to the side so the curls spilled over the edge of the couch.
“Yours, I’m yours,” she said, louder, sure he could taste the words on his tongue from the vibration. She shook when felt his thumb again, indulgent and slow. The pace was driving her insane. Her head spun, eyes rolling back. He filled her so perfectly, each clench felt amazing. He’d roll his hips back, rocking, so he caught in her just right at her entrance.
“Again,” he said, and she met his next thrust in the middle, bucking back against him in time, wanting more.
“Colin, I’m yours, I’m yours- fuck, that feels so good-”
“That’s right, you’re mine. And I take care of what’s mine, don't I?” he told her, his voice rumbling through her everywhere. He kissed over her shoulders, everywhere he lavished tingling as he adjusted and got her at the perfect angle, making her gasp and throw her ass back against him.
“Oh- yes-”
“Beautiful- you’re so beautiful, look at you,” he started, the warm lines of his hands coming down her sides in a skittering tickle, making her squirm until he palmed her ass and spread her. “Do you want to know what I see?”
She nodded, panting. “Yes, yeah- tell me.”
“You’re taking me so well, fucking back to meet me. Listen to you, you’re soaked. You’re dripping all over my cock. Could you be any more perfect? Gorgeous,” he praised, and she loosed a needy whine, the sound so embarrassing and earnest that she blushed. She felt him twitch inside her, his own moan answering her, and it speared right to her cunt as she bore down. “Oh, I like that sound. You like being such a needy girl for my attention?”
Her eyes fluttered closed, rocking against him, only to feel the breath puff out of her when he slid in, hard, so his hips clapped against her. “Answer me, Pen.”
She whimpered, shaking her ass side to side, hoping to entice him to mercy. Fuck, she wanted to cum, so close. Her knees kept spreading, her elbows giving out, making her front rub against the fabric of the couch as she went boneless.
“I- yes,” she managed to breathe out, trembling. “I’m- I-”
“Are you about to cum?” he asked, but she couldn’t even reply to him, just gave another broken sound as he fucked her, the sloppy sound of their joining echoing in slick smacks that joined the pounding in her ears, her pulse radiating from where he was inside her- there there there- she was- almost- it was so-
She all but sobbed when he stopped, deep inside her. “Not yet, you don’t have permission,” he told her, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “But you can get it. Do you want to?”
“ Yes ,” she urged. God, she’d do anything. “Yes, daddy, I want it.”
“Want what?”
“I want to cum.”
He made a pleased sound, grinding against her and giving her clit a gentle rub. “How bad do you wanna cum?”
“So bad, please,” she tried to move, wanting to fuck herself on him, but he had her trapped against him, the restraint turning her into a single raw nerve, reactive to every place he pressed against her, his mouth at her ear and rumbling through her.
His voice was so smooth, so sweet. “You want me to fuck you? Nice and slow until you’re wet to the knees? Until you can’t think anymore?”
“ Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes and letting the sound of his tenor sink her down.
Her cunt was drooling, there was barely any friction against her clit when he started circling her again. She was slick and lewd, the sound obscene as he had her shaking apart.
“Then ask me nicely,” he said, licking over the shell and then nibbling at her earlobe, his hand unyielding as he rubbed her off before he stopped so abruptly, she felt tears threaten the corners of her eyes.
“Please fuck me,” she relented, her lashes fluttering.
“Oh, you can do better than that, I think,” he said, gently teasing her lips and her inner thighs. It made her tremble, the barely-there touch of it.
“I- will you- please fuck me? Please?” she asked, turning her head so she could look at him, eyes wide, face splotched in her flush. He leaned in but didn’t kiss her like she wanted, and she blinked, biting her lip. He looked inscrutable as he hummed, but then a smile twitched at the corner of his lips and there was more pressure behind his touch as she clenching around him, as though imploringly. She whimpered.
“Big improvement,” he said, and rewarded her with a kiss, his mouth so warm and soft against hers. She moaned into it, the sound muffled even as he continued toying with her. She tried to swivel her hips, best she was able. The sound of her, lewd, as she ground down harder against his cock, even as he didn’t give in- and then he was pulling away from her, much to her frustration.
“I- please- I-” she made a sound of frustration, even as his smile curled wider, the wiggling intensifying- not enough. “Just- just fuck me.”
“Oooh, looks like we’re not getting better with practice,” he said, jokingly, going so far as to chuckle even when she glared, feeling petulant and needy. “Let’s try something else, then.”
His fingers crept away from her cunt completely, traveling up her belly in a skittering, shivering trace, slow and near-imperceptible. Just enough friction to make her squirm. “I-” she started, but he had hold of her face again, turning her head and holding her in place when he fisted her hair.
“You’re going to ask me for it, one more time. You’re going to look me in the eye,” he emphasized, tugging on her curls to tip her head up, making her look at him directly, the sight of it spearing right through her, her breath catching, holding, as he waited, his voice dropping down, losing its’ humorous glint, previously. “And you’re going to beg me to fuck you, because you want to, don’t you? Think I can’t feel how you’re dripping on me? How you’re milking my cock when I play with your clit?” -a slow, shallow grind against her, a subtle roll of his hips, her thighs twitching. “When you and I both know how you’re going to write about and dream of and vibe off to how I’m going to fuck you.”
She swallowed, hard, scanning from one of his eyes to the other, the gleam of them, the serious look on his face, turned on and stern. He stared down into her, as though he could read her thoughts, and her entire world narrowed to the emerald glint of it, the overwhelming throb at her belly, the desperate way she needed to kiss him, again.
“So, go ahead, baby. Ask me.”
Slowly, she blinked up at him, then glanced down to his mouth. “Could you-” she took a deep breath, leaning in even closer, noting how he wasn’t shifting away, how he wasn’t yanking her back by the hair in a delightful tug that shivered all the way down her spine, “please- I want you , so bad. Can I- kiss you- please?” She felt like she was leaning into the act of innocence, knowing what it did to him. At his encouraging hum, she finally pressed her lips against his and sighed into him, near melting, sweet and imploring. “Please fuck me,” she repeated, having pulled away just to implore him for a gasp, her eyes blinking, wide and imploring, just before coming back to kiss him once more, “you make me feel so good and you’re the only one who makes me cum, please? Daddy- I’m-” she cut off when he bit her lip, sharp, at first, and holding it in his teeth as he pulled back, releasing her just to come back in for another kiss. “Oh- I- please, please , you’re so big in me and I- I’m so full- you stretch me so well . Please?”
He was smoothing over the back of her head, she realized, having cupped her to keep her in place, but his fingers tangled once more to hold her in place as he pulled away, letting her catch the sight of him, breathless, disheveled, with lips swollen and reddened, a hazy arousal in his eyes that sharpened when he licked his lips.
“That was perfect, you did so well,” he whispered, and then she felt him rock, barely sliding out of her before he thrust back, slow and teasing, the fresh friction making her groan alongside the words, the addicting warmth of being praised by him spreading through her. “Clever girl, so pretty, so smart, all mine.”
Each statement was punctuated with another thrust, lengthening until he would slip out of her, making her gasp, before teasing her entrance open and fucking back in to the hilt. She grabbed fistfuls of the couch desperate to hold onto something, eyes closing as he gave her another hungry kiss, before he straightened and it adjusted his angle so he was- was- just a little more- just-
Mindlessly, her hand crept down to where his knees sunk in, trying to creep between her thighs, only to feel him snatch at her wrist, gentle and firm all at once, bringing it up and above her head. She sucked in a harsh breath, feeling as he did the same with her other hand, crossing them atop each other and then leaning his weight against the jointure. “Now, who told you you could do that?” he breathed into her ear, leaning over and licking along her jaw, only to blow cool air on the spot, making her shiver. There was something dangerous in his tone.
“I- no one- please, I need it.”
“If you need something, you ask for it,” he chastised, and it sparked down her spine and pooled hot, liquid need right to her cunt, and it almost tipped her right over the edge by itself, yes- until he stopped again. She whined, the second interrupted orgasm making her needier. “You’re being a bad girl.”
“I’m sorry,” she breathed, burying her face in the cushions, certain that her mascara and eyeliner was smeared all over her face. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I won’t do it again, I promise.”
“Not good enough,” he said, his tender caresses over her sides juxtaposing his harsh words. She felt him grasp her just at her ribs, slowly winding down. Everything inside her felt electric and too hot, her back arching, trying to bounce on his cock, now, unable to stand the gentle rocking, just for him to chuckle and push himself as deep as he could into her. Fuck. She felt him deep. “And now trying to fuck yourself on me without permission? Where did my good girl go? After you were doing so well?” He sounded so disappointed, and she shuddered.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated. She heard him suck his teeth, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. She basked in the moment, his affection so sweet and heady, so warm- then a loud smack- his palm leaving a stinging mark on her ass. She gasped, forced forward, and when she jerked back, the friction of the thrust teased sweet pleasure through her. Her cunt clenched around him. It was pathetic, the whimper that caught in her chest, and it burst free from her as her head spun.
“You’re not sorry,” he said, and she managed to turn her head so her cheek was plastered against the fabric of the couch, her mouth open as she looked over her shoulder to see him with a giddy look on his face, smug, his hair wild around his face and framing the mischievous look in his eyes. He tenderly caressed where he’d spanked her before his hand reared back up. He didn’t stop looking at her, even as she braced herself for the impact. It didn’t come, instead, he cupped her cheek, looking at her with sweet sympathy. “But you will be,” he finished, pulling out of her, even as her eyes widened.
“ No! Please- no, I’ll- Daddy, please,” she babbled, clenching around nothing. “I’m so empty, please.”
She felt his cock tease between her lips, swiping up and down so slow, nowhere she wanted him, needed him. “Good girls get fucked,” he told her, matter of fact, even as he teased her clit. Penelope didn’t dare even wiggle, merely shifted her knees wider, silently begging for mercy. Her cunt was open and slick, soft everywhere he granted her mercy. “And you,” he continued, even as she nuzzled at his palm, eyeing his loving smile when he traced his hand down her spine, “are not a good girl.”
The smack was unexpected and it was exactly how she needed it to be, because it brought her nerves alight, her back arching hard as he spanked her once more. “I am,” she pleaded. “I am, I am a good girl. I’m your good girl. Please. Please.”
Colin smoothed over her leg, down to her knee and then back to where her cheek was still smarting, his head tilting as he watched the mark reddening. When he pulled back all the way, she could have sobbed. Slowly, he maneuvered them, pushing one of her knees over so he could lay it over his lap, then the other. She whimpered, her wrists still crossed, draped over his lap with her ass in the air.
She buried her face in the cushions. “Safeword?” he asked, gentle. She swallowed.
“Uh. . .um. . .colors,” she said, clenching. “I’ll say- red to stop. Yellow to- uh, to slow down.”
“Perfect. Don’t hesitate,” he told her, and she felt the heat of his palm at the back of her knee, so soft she had to fight her legs from kicking up, holding her breath when he skimmed up, catching between her thighs slowly, running so incredibly, frustratingly, incredibly slow from her clit to her entrance, reminding her of just how wet she was, slick halfway down her thighs. “All for me?” he asked. She nodded, following his fingers as he pulled away. “Use your words.”
“Yes, it’s all for you- you make me so wet,” she said, her legs trembling, wanting him to repeat the motion. Instead, he cupped her cheek, squeezing and pulling her open. She could all but feel him looking, fuck, he always liked to look. And it always made her go crazy, knowing she was so exposed to him.
“Good, that was better,” he said. She felt her entire body throb, wanting for his praises. The sting of the next smack was unexpected, and it made her gasp, the sharp of it dulling, not nearly enough before he slapped her, again. “How many do you think you need before you’re ready to be my good girl, again?”
She whined, now completely untouched, forced to feel the aftershocks of the slap. “I- um-”
He spanked her again, and she nearly gushed at the sound of it, alone, let alone the feeling.
“Answer me.”
“T-ten! Ten, I think,” she said.
“You don’t have to think,” he soothed, now rubbing at where he’d hit her, making her tense bones melt against him, again. She closed her eyes and let his voice carry her. “You don’t have to worry, you don’t have to do anything at all. Isn’t that nice?”
She groaned, nodding. “Yes, so nice,” both at his words and at the caresses he was giving her, smoothing and soothing. The three spanks had made her hyper-sensitive, so when he dipped between her legs, stroked his fingers through her folds, her mind felt like she was almost underwater- but her body? Her body was nothing but a live wire giving off sparks.
“Doesn’t it feel nice to listen?”
“Mmmmmhm,” she said, nearly drooling at the indulgent way he was slipping between her thighs. She tried chasing them when he pulled away, and he chuckled.
“But you’re not listening, yet.”
“Hm?” she asked, lulled, and then immediately thrown out of it with a yelp as he spanked her once more, his entire palm cracking down onto her bottom with such force that it wrenched the air out of her lungs. “Oh- god-”
“You will- ask- for- what- you- want ,” he told her, each word punctuated with another throbbing hit, and, soon, she was giving off broken little ‘ah’s, almost unable to take it- until he’d stop again and resume his gentle caress of her folds.
This time, she made sure to stay extra still, for him. Only for him. She made sure to keep her trembling thighs from opening, to accept only what he’d give her, and he’d coo and praise her, and she’d fall back into the trap, rocking against him, or trying to take extra pleasure without speaking.
It was like she wasn’t even in her body, anymore. Each time he spanked her, he’d keep going just until she was at the very edge- and then, when he stopped, his hand, which had just a split second earlier rendered her to welts and whimpers, rubbed over the entirety of her cunt, his fingers gently catching at her clit and playing with her, sparking a bone-deep pleasure that intensified with the small throb of pain on her cheeks. At first, she tried to keep count.
Now, she couldn’t, even if her life depended on it. She didn’t need to know numbers. She didn’t need to know anything, really. Didn’t need to worry, didn’t need to think. She didn’t even need to do anything. He’d told her, hadn’t he? She just had to lay there, to take her punishment, and then, when she’d proven she was his and she was good and she deserved it, he’d have her. He'd take care of her.
It was a series of hits the same as the others that made her whine, so low in her throat, her body so taut- she almost came from it, and he had to wait for a horribly long time before he went back in to fondle her. This time, when his thumb swirled through her pussy, he rubbed a few tender circles just where she wanted him before he collected her slick and followed down, past her entrance, to hitch just barely at her pucker. She gasped, arching into the motion, trying not to be too needy.
She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t. It was the surest way to make her go wild, and it took everything inside of her, her entire body trembling, not to force herself back so he’d slip into her. Instead, he circled around her asshole, all her nerves, her blood, her skin humming- please, please, please.
When he finally pushed his thumb in, she moaned and went fully boneless in his lap.
“ Fuck,” she heard him say, moving so slow to open her up, even as she pushed for him to go deeper. “It’s so hot that you love this.”
It was like it wasn’t meant for her to hear, and, frankly, she was almost beyond it, anyways. There was something about when he played with her back there that made her feel filthy , reminding her of the way it felt when he’d fuck her throat and make her look at herself in the mirror afterward, her chin covered in drool and his cum still on her tongue, eyes glazed and face flushed from the lack of air- he possessed something in her entirely. It was like she was giving herself away to him completely.
When he fucked her ass, she felt like she was a ragdoll meant only for his whims, for his pleasure. Like anything he did to her, she’d take with a ‘thank you’- and she did. She gaped, just a little, when he slipped out and then back in again, going deeper. So soft and ready for him, her cunt throbbing as he pushed against her walls and- fuck, fuck, fuck, somehow managed to dig just enough into the tender spot inside her to make her go absolutely insane.
She almost cried into the cushion, hiccupping his name. “Mmm, did you want more, pretty girl?” he said, and it had just enough faux concern to make something inside of her hitch, the near patronizing nature of it mixing with the absolutely perfect way he was playing with her, the embarrassment she felt, the need. Penelope nodded her head best she could, wiggling her hips to implore him. Her pussy felt like a faucet, like she’d never stop leaking slick. Each throb made her feel so fucking empty. He tsked, and went to move away, and how she found her voice, she’d never know.
“-yes!” she managed to gasp out, knowing he wanted her to say it, wanting nothing but to please him, desperate for his validation. Her voice was near unrecognizable, gravely and needy and gone. “Yes, yes, I want more- I need more- I need- I- please-”
“Please what?”
“Please-” she flushed all over her body, hot, burning shame as she had to whisper. And even in that, it was like he’d plucked all her nerves to the very surface. Her head was spinning, near mindless as she surrendered completely. “Please keep- keep playing with my ass.”
The pleased hum he released scorched through her, sweet, burning relief, and he did as she asked, pushing in even deeper, until she felt his ring at her entrance. The cool metal contrasted with her fevered skin, making her cry out, again.
“There we go. You’ve learned your lesson, then?” She nodded. She had. She’d learned it so well. She knew better, now. “Look at you,” he said, almost condescending but with the perfect undercurrent of admiration, “you just love being my little slut, hm?”
Her cheek plastered to the cushions, the sting of his previous spanks had dulled down into a hazy thudding, and he turned his hand so his fingers were resting right between her lips, teasing her into a near-frenzy. It was too much. It was all too much. Too damn much. Her mouth, wide open, useful for little more than drooling on the couch as he turned her into goop, able to spill little more than sad, pitiful, broken sounds, assurances of what he’d just said. “I- mmmm- yes, love it- yours- your little- aah- little slut.”
He laughed. Laughed. “I could do anything to you and you’d want it, wouldn’t you?” he teased, and she almost cried, nodding. He wasn’t wrong. The way he built her up, just with this- she was about ready to break. “I love how much you want me. How about I get your plug, then? Fill you up everywhere,” he asked, though it wasn’t really a question, now able to pull his thumb out and all the way back in again without any resistance. She was so ready for him. Part of her didn’t want him to stop, and part of her wanted so, so badly for the little gemmed plug that usually fully undid him when she’d bend over and spread her cheeks for him.
He’d shown her, once, in the mirror, what she looked like. And then, those pictures he took- they were obscene. The fact that he was the only person who had ever seen her like that- it was just another proof of his full possession of her being.
The shiver ran through her, a buck of her hips displaying just how badly she wanted it. “Yes,” she whispered, then cleared her throat and tried to get her trembles under control. “Yes- please.”
“Kneel on the floor,” he said, and the command of it shuddered up her spine, aided with the pop of his thumb leaving her body. She whimpered, all but sliding off his lap and the cushions to melt into a submissive pose before him. Head down, she focused on trying to regulate her breathing, tried to get herself more under control. If she so much as rubbed her thighs together, she might come. And she didn’t want to disobey him. No, never. She wanted him to see that she could listen, could follow his directions- he’d reward her, she knew it.
Yet, she leaned into his palm completely when he cupped her face with the hand that hadn’t been playing with her, gently rubbing the tears away from the corners of her eyes. “What a perfect plaything you’re being for me,” he said, and she smiled, lifted her gaze to his face- as she did, she took in his muscular thighs- her arousal glistening over them from earlier, then, his thick, curved cock, red and leaking onto his abdomen, crunched in and firm. Her eyes continued sweeping up, over his chest, the perfect way his pendant, the one she’d gotten for him on a delicate silver chain, settled perfectly at the center of his pecs in a dizzying pendulum- before she could fully take in his pleased expression.
She was going to combust. Yes, that was it, she was going to turn to little more than fragments of herself on the very carpet. She was dripping all the way down the inside of her legs. Her smile as his words twittered around her head- perfect, perfect, perfect- was inescapable.
“You’re doing so well, my pretty girl,” he assured, and she all but preened at his attentions, flushing and dazed. “Don’t touch yourself. I’ll be back soon.” Then, something shifted in his eyes, reassuring instead of the previous steel. “If you need me, I’m here.” She could have melted, nodding, watching as the sweet gentleness of him then ebbed away so he could fully stand up, off to gather her plug from their drawer.
Without him, she could do little more than focus on the cushions, already missing him. She was so cold. Kneeling on the ground like that- maybe it was debasing. Maybe it was humiliating. But looking up at him when he came back into the room? She would never, ever find anything more attractive than what he looked like when she was nearly at his feet, forced to stare up at him more and more, as though worshiping, as he stood before her.
He was smirking, but that was the last thing she noticed. First, the way he was standing, weight supported to the side in his effortless lean, the line of his body, all hard edges and angles. He was gorgeous. She could get off just looking at him. The elegant dips of his legs, strong, thick thighs, leading to the dark patch of curls settled between the V of his hips.
Her mouth, which had previously been dry, almost leaked drool from how badly she wanted to suck him off. She could remember the way his skin felt so different there than anywhere else, soft and silky over the firmness of him. When she’d lick over him her favorite was to cradle the vein on the underside of his cock on her tongue, feel the pulse of it- he was visibly throbbing from her vantage point,
She could almost taste him, could almost feel the pulse of his pleasure in her mouth, wanted to grasp his thighs, squeezing him as she swallowed him into her throat, relaxing everything inside her so he could use her at will. There was a sudden yearning for her to bury her nose in his dark curls as she took him to the base, gulping and gasping.
She took in the dips of his waist, the bumps of his ribs, the flat expanse of his belly, flushed and freckled, following the speckling of sparse dark hairs as they thickened on his chest. She wanted to devour him. Even the dip of his throat was arousing.
When she finally looked at his face, took in his smugness, she felt herself sink even deeper into whatever it was she was teetering on. She’d done it a few times, before- the utter mindlessness. It was- intense. Overwhelming. Consuming.
She wanted it more than she wanted anything. Because this was Colin and he’d take care of her and he’d make her feel so good and he’d never hurt her seriously, he loved her, he loved her, and he loved making her cum and loved having control over her and she loved him, loved how he just knew how to work her, as though each dip of him inside her was his reach to pull her heart out in front of her eyes, cradling it. She was his. All of her belonged to him.
He held the contact, his eyes sparking and dark. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” she said, immediately, repeating. If she could, she’d look back at the pendant that hung from his neck, the swinging motion of it over his torso. But his eyes were beguiling. She was drowning in him. Deeper deeper deeper, all the way down.
“Tell me you want me to bend you over the couch,” he said, stepping forward even closer, “and fill your perfect, plush ass with this plug until you’re dripping all over me.”
Her mouth popped open. If her knees weren’t already settled on the floor, she’d have buckled. “I want- I want you to bend me over the couch and- and,” she bit her lip, blinking her lashes up at him, adjusting, “and fill my ass with my plug.”
“Good girl,” he praised, and she lit up from it, loving how he pet over her hair, how he dangled the plug in front of her face. “Get it all ready for me, then?”
She didn’t have to be told, twice. The metal was cold on her lips as he traced it around her cupid’s bow, resting it on her lower lip before she opened for him and he slid it between her teeth. It tasted of nothing, really, though it was cold, but she closed her mouth around it and sucked, enjoying too much how he was looking at her. He’d pull on it, making her release it with a wet ‘pop’, and then slip it back into her mouth. After doing so a few times, he added his finger to the mix, propping her mouth open so he could watch how she’d slick it with spit on her tongue. When he finally, finally took it out of her mouth again, there was a string connecting them together from how wet she’d gotten it.
“Bend over,” he said, voice all but wrecked, and she scrambled to turn around, draping herself so her tits were pressed against the cushions, her face pushed into the back as she lifted her ass in the air, knees still on the carpet. “Gorgeous,” he told her, and then she felt his hand gently caressing the back of her neck, slowly smoothing down her spine, over her side, her hips- she jolted when she felt him cup the globe of her ass, right over the handprint that must be reddened onto her pale skin. He must have settled onto his knees. “You’re gorgeous. Especially like this. So pink and puffy, so obedient. Hold yourself open.”
Then, his touch was gone, and she trembled as she balanced herself, both her hands coming back to gingerly pull her cheeks apart, and she was so wet, when she did, the sound of her pussy lips unsticking from each other made her blush even deeper. “Like this?”
Oh, God, she felt so open. Absolutely nothing hidden from his gaze. She remembered what it looked like, in the pictures. When she had the plug in, the green glint of the gem contrasted so prettily with her pink pussy, her creamy cheeks. Even without it, there was something amazing about utterly filthy and debauched she looked, presenting herself to him.
“Amazing,” he said, barely a scrap of his voice, and she could tell he really meant it, even as he teased her with the warm tip of the plug on her clit, swirling between her lips, lubing up. “Oh, my poor, poor girl, your cunt is sobbing for me,” he said, sounding so sympathetic. “And you’ve been following directions so well, waiting. Do you think you deserve a reward?”
“Yes,” she breathed, now starting to move with him, rubbing herself against the plug. “I- I want one.” She arched up and then- yesyesyes
He eased the tapered end of the plug at her pucker and began to rock it in. At this point, after how often they’d used it, she could take it easily, bearing down so it slid it even further, but he must have truly been intent on drawing it out, because he didn’t let it sink all the way in. Instead, he’d let her take it halfway, watch as she stretched, making her mewl and drip- then he would pull it all the way out again. Over and over and over again. She lost count. By the time he finally let it sink in deeper, she was fucking herself on it and he was all but still, and maybe she really had been good for him because he let her.
“That’s it, just like that,” he said, and she turned her head so she could look at him, look at how raw the need in his eyes was, staring at her taking the plug, watching as it disappeared into her body. “Open up for me, take it.”
She moaned, and with one final rock, her body opened over the widest part of the plug and, with a whimper, it went all the way in and she closed around the narrow drop off. “ Fuck-” she broke off, rolling her hips and feeling the contrast of pleasure. It made her gasp, made her voice shatter, made her feel like there was no place in her untouched by him.
“God, stay just like that,” he said, putting his hands over hers so he could spread her even farther. It opened her, further, and she was sure the glint of metal was why he grunted just before one hand went back between her cheeks, two fingers playing with the gemmed end before he popped it out of her, again. And again. And again. It made her even wetter, the longing- she just wanted him. She wanted to cum. She wanted- she wanted-
“Do you want to stop?” he asked, noticing she’d tensed. She forced herself to relax, shaking her head no.
“No, keep going,” she said, the shake in her voice not lost on her. How could Colin know it was from need and not anything else? He didn’t do as she asked, instead letting the plug settle and then his heat was on her back as he leaned over to her, laying kisses against her side, his hand following in a soothing run. She basked in it, the tenderness of the action stirring in her, chest warming, even if she wanted him to fuck her, she would never turn down his affection. He nuzzled against her shoulder before resting his cheek over it, coaxing her as he played with her curls.
“Look at me,” he said, and she did, gaze settling over his mouth, first, the full pout of it, the way it curved, popped open just barely, his tongue peaking out as he licked them. Then, his eyes, barely lidded, gleaming in a green flash, soft- looking at her like it was the first time, again. She squirmed back, feeling the hard line of him nudge between her legs, watching him smile. “God, I love you, look at you, you’re gorgeous. And doing so well, Can you imagine how lucky I am?” Her lower lip wobbled, she had to bite it between her teeth, seeing his eyes flicker down. He leaned in, and she moved to meet him, but his hold on her hair stopped her, tingling pain and pleasure at her scalp, and she stayed still. He came so close, she could just lean forward, just barely, and connect them.
He tilted his head, looking and looking. She shivered. “Have-” she swallowed, her voice serrated, “have I been a good girl yet?”
He smiled at her, slow and sweet. “Such a good girl,” he praised, and she felt his fingers come to cup her cunt once more, fingers swirling around her opening. Her breath hitched. “The best, so amazing, such a good listener, so obedient- so so good to me.”
She whimpered, then had to close her eyes at the feeling of his entire hand rubbing her slick all over her lips. “Feel that? You’re so, so wet for me. And I haven’t even made you squirt, yet.” She felt it, two fingers sinking into her, slow, and purposeful, curling forward in a coaxing motion and catching her right where she needed him. She whined, eyes rolling back. “I love how you feel, so slick.”
“It’s-” she had to force herself to speak, to tell him, “it’s for you. It’s all for you. I want you. I want you.”
“How do you want me?” he asked, kissing her lips so gently, so feather-light. Inside her, it was all flashing lights.
“Any- any way. Every way,” she said, reduced to barely forming sentences.
“Get on top of me,” he said, and when he pulled away and settled himself onto the couch, part of her almost wanted to rebel. Maybe if he had said it earlier, before he’d spanked her, before he’d opened her ass, before he’d wrecked her, she would. Maybe she’d try to suck his cock, instead, or turn around and offer herself to him on hands and knees. But she was beyond that. She was beyond everything but getting off on him. And he was so good, so understanding, so Colin, helping her to get over him with her legs all but knocking together, watching the way she breathed, hard, as though she’d just ran a marathon. For her part, she did her best to hover over his hardness, her thighs trembling as she dug her knees in, legs on either side of him. She looked at him imploringly.
Colin smiled at her and then, as though reassurance- or perhaps amusement, he brought his hand up her side, fingers almost tickling her, coaxing over her skin. She was so flushed, so responsive- when he palmed at her breast, playing with her pebbled nipple, she whimpered and almost threw her head back. “I- oh, god-”
“Baby,” he said, sharply, and she knew it meant she wasn’t to break eye contact. And it was too pretty a sight, really, regardless. The way he looked- she shuddered and shivered, begging her body not to collapse atop him. She swallowed hard at the torture, nodding and looking at him. She would do anything for him in that moment. Anything. And she was being good. She was his good, good girl. He’d help her. He would.
His hand came up higher on her body, to her throat, easing fully over her and letting her lean forward, accepting the leverage. She groaned, dizzying as he cut off her air. Slowly, his fingers came around to hold her neck more firmly, squeezing indulgently- not enough.
“ Please,” she begged, looking at him with tears in her eyes. “Please?”
He didn’t answer her, not yet. Instead, he took in how she was atop him, almost collapsing, doing her best to follow his orders. She was so close to opening herself on him that surely he could feel her, wet, warm- so wanting. Instead of giving in, his free hand came to her ass, gently nudging the toy in her and pushing her forward so she could feel his cockhead between her folds. She wailed.
“ Please!” she said, again, much more incessant with the stimulation. “Please, I’m- I need you. Make me feel good? Please, please. I earned it- take care of me- please?”
“Go ahead, love,” he said, thumb rubbing the back of her neck as he squeezed harder on her throat. “I’ll help you. I’m going to make you feel so good, gorgeous, so, so good. My good girl, my perfect girl, go ahead, fuck yourself on me. Take what you need.”
She sobbed when she bore down on him, hot, wet, warm- so wanting. The fullness, the stretch- she was gasping as she did, settling herself until she felt his hips meet her thighs. The ease of it, it was sinful, the groan in his throat catching as she rolled her hips, doing as he said. “ Ye-es,” she eked out, riding him with abandon. The plug inside her made him feel huge, like she'd never been more full, before.
“Oh, Pen,” he said, reverent, bringing the hand that was at her throat back down to her breasts, caressing her, letting her gasp out another breath. His other adjusted the angle of the plug and the pressure of it made her go feral, bucking wildly against him. He gave himself fully into the pleasure of it, as well, and she watched his head tilt back, eyes fluttering in his need to cum. Her nails scraped over his chest, needing something to hold on to, especially when he’d pinch her nipple, the sharp of it contrasting with the wanting pulse that was guiding her movements. “ Fuck, fuck- oh, baby, god- Pen, you feel so good. You’re sucking me in so deep.”
She couldn’t answer him, the knot in her belly tightening and this time- oh, this time he wouldn’t take it from her. He’d let her tip over. He’d let her cum. He was going to make her cum, she was- she was-
When his fingers left the plug and dragged around her body, nails dragging over her hips, until he was just barely stroking over her, she shattered in a mindless gush that drenched his lap and the cushions beneath him and she didn’t even know what her name was, if not for how Colin lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her, bucking up into her boneless body and kissing all over her face, her name a broken hymn on his tongue, nothing but ‘Oh, Pen, I love you, I love you, oh, Pen’ as though hallelujah.
She didn’t know how long it took her to come back to her body. Her bones were water in his hold, the way he had her at his chest, filling her with his cum, her ass throbbing around the plug as her cunt fluttered around his cock, the heartbeat of it felt from her center out to her fingertips.
Was she crying? Everything felt hazy. Everything felt just out of reach. It was just Colin left. Nothing else mattered, nothing else was there. Just him. She whimpered as he tucked her close into his embrace, as he remained inside her, cradling her. The plug- well, that would likely stay for a few hours, so she stopped thinking of it, at all. She felt his lips on her temple, her ear, right on her neck. There were fragments of his voice in her mind- “so beautiful. . .Pen. . .amazing. . .love you.”
She latched on to the last. Love you. Love you. The vulnerability in her was flayed wide open, arms coming around his neck as he touched her everywhere he could grab, checking her over the way he always did. It was her favorite part- the scene, well, it was always lovely. But his care? His love? His affection for her, evident in every single motion, every moment, every look- she’d always crave it, afterward.
“A-again?” she asked, and he gently moved away from her neck so she could look at him properly. The sharp expression he’d had previously faded away to instead feature the warmest eyes, the kindest smile- the way he looked at her was sugar and sunshine and everything lovely condensed into just one glance. It healed something in her, combining with the way his rough treatment of her earlier had. She was safe. She was safe, she was home, she was okay, she was his.
She was his.
She felt one of his hands still stroking over her side, even as the other came to cup her cheek. At first, he did nothing but stare at her, letting her overcome her shivers, and then, he smoothed over the beauty mark under her eye, smiling so softly. “Pen, my light, my stars- I love you. God, I love you so much,” he repeated, and she felt part of her come back into place, another step into her body.
He connected their mouths in the sweetest, most sensual kiss she swore they’d ever shared. She didn’t know what it was about that moment, maybe because he’d really put her through her paces, upon her request, yes, but still- or maybe it was because it was, arguably, one of the best orgasms of her entire life- but the slowness with which he kissed her, it was like he wanted to breathe in her entire soul.
They would pull away with soft smack sounds as the seal between them broke, only to dive back in. He kept chasing after her mouth, even though she never wanted to pull away. Each brush of his tongue over hers, each nip at her lip- it was like she was being brought back to life. If she could live the rest of her days with his air in her lungs, she would. She would never leave his lap, never leave the way he was holding her.
“You alright?” he asked, in a short breath when they were apart, but she leaned back in to kiss him, and then she was giggling, the euphoria catching up to her. Was she alright? Alright?
She was way better than alright. What the hell had she even been upset about it that led to this? It had to happen more often if this was how he was going to be.
“Mmmm, brain fuzzy. What’s better than alright?” she asked, realizing that she was stroking over his chest, right above his heart. His soft, wiry chest hair was so fun to play with, and she always loved to feel at his pulse.
“Incredible, amazing, astonishing- all things you are, by the way.”
“Take your pick, then,” she said, and collapsed her entire weight against him, only to feel him smush her even closer, wiggling and jostling her so she was nearer to his skin.
“Oh, I can keep going?” he said, right into her ear, even as she laughed at the motion. “You are magnificent, phenomenal, extraordinary. When you rode me? Oh, god, I can’t believe I lasted. How are you so perfect?”
Perfect.
She kissed his throat, across his shoulders, trying to get to any more of his skin, but he had her in such a delightful crush, she could do little more than settle her face into the crook of his neck, right at the juncture of his shoulder, sighing happily. He was massaging her back, rubbing firm, easing spirals into her skin. “Hey,” she finally said, softly, “are you alright?”
“What’s better than alright?”
She snorted. “Don’t use my words back at me,” she chided, and then he moved her, just barely, away from him so they could look at each other once more.
That was the Pen Smile. Oh, his Pen Smile always made it feel like her insides were turning into liquid and mush.
“I’m amazing. How could I not be? It was- I mean, honestly, Pen, it was incredible.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “You were incredible.”
They both just stared at each other, the dopiest, corniest looks on their faces as they grinned-
When the knock came at the door, both of them startled, looking over and remembering that, yes, they’d ordered takeout. Had it been an entire hour already? Looking back at one another, they laughed.
“Leave it at the door?” he called out, only to hear a muffled ‘ok’ and some receding footsteps. But with the promise of food, she realized she’d have to get off him. “Well,” he started, nuzzling the crown of her head, leaving little kisses even as he continued caressing her, turning her into jelly, “how about I get our food- and that extra joint on the counter, wrap you up in a blanket, feed you dumplings, and then I can eat you out when we’re done?”
The sigh that left her was absolutely lovesick, all but dripping. How had she faced bad days without him before? Thank god she never had to, again.
“Yes, and yes.”