by Kaley Colter
Penny let out a raw cry when he wrapped his lips around the stiff peak and pulled hard. The sharp pain morphed into a hot, glowing pleasure that left Penny dizzy and ready for more. And the sight of him sucking at her breast—tugging and pulling with blazing, passionate hunger—left her cunt humming with sheer ecstasy.
He released her nipple from his mouth with a soft pop and stood up, pulling his T-shirt off over his head and revealing his rock-hard abdomen. Penny swallowed, her mind occupied by the sudden thought of running her fingers over the hard ridges of muscle, of licking down his stomach until she reached the trail of hair that started at his navel.
She flicked her eyes down to his groin. She could see his erection straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. She wanted him to pull them down, wanted to see his cock so badly that she was tempted to incur his wrath by wriggling free of her bonds and taking them off herself.
Ethan slowly slid his boxers down his legs and kicked them aside. When his cock bobbed into view, Penny had to squeeze her thighs together at the sudden convulsion that tore through her lower belly.
He was magnificent. So long and thick that she knew he would stretch her to her limit—fill her to the point where pain and pleasure would collide, and where every single nerve ending inside her would be tingling with friction.
Penny darted out her tongue to lick her bottom lip. “I…I want to…” She stopped, hesitating.
“What is it, my girl?” Ethan asked, running his hand down along her waist and squeezing her hip. “What do you want to do?”
Penny looked up at him. “I want to taste it.”
Ethan clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring with desire. He grabbed the back of Penny’s neck with his hand and forced her onto her knees. “Kneel,” he rasped. “And taste.”
She brought her face close to him and felt her mouth fill with saliva when she inhaled his musky, earthy scent. Sucking in a nervous breath, she tentatively darted out the tip of her tongue against his balls.
A shudder tore through Ethan’s body. She smiled, encouraged by his reaction, and grew bolder, licking the base of his shaft and sweeping her tongue up to the tip.
Ethan threw back his head and groaned. “Christ,” he let out, “your mouth feels so fucking good.”
She began lightly kissing along the side of his cock, savoring the salty taste of his skin, but wanting much, much more. She wanted to slide her lips down around his entire cock, but her wrists were bound and she couldn’t grab his erection and guide it to her mouth.
She moaned in frustration. “Ethan?” she asked, looking up at him as she continued brushing her lips against his shaft. “I want the whole thing in my mouth, but I can’t grab it. Can’t I have my hands back?”
Ethan smiled down at her—his dangerous, predatory smile. “You want the whole thing, do you?” he said, fisting his hand in her hair and tilting her head up. “Open your mouth, Penny.”
Penny obediently parted her lips, staring up at him nervously. He guided his erection to her mouth, and with one powerful thrust of his hips, he slammed his cock inside until she could feel the head of his shaft pressing against the back of her throat.
Penny squeezed her eyes closed, trying to accustom herself to the sudden invasion, but when she felt Ethan capture her nipple between his fingers in a mercilessly rough pinch, she whipped her eyes open at the sudden spark of pain.
“I want you to look at me while I fuck your mouth,” he commanded.
Penny tried her best to nod, hoping that she hadn’t displeased him.
“Good girl,” he praised. “You like swallowing my whole cock, don’t you?” he asked, withdrawing from her mouth long enough for her to pant “yes” and then slamming back inside.
He thrust into her mouth one, two, three more times—each thrust more violent than the last. Penny was gagging, struggling to take him as he drove deeper and deeper down her throat, and she was left breathless when he finally withdrew from her mouth and released her hair.
“Bend over the arm of the couch,” he commanded before ripping the skirt off of her wrists and pulling her panties down her legs. “And spread your legs wide.”
Penny got unsteadily to her feet and draped herself over the edge of the sofa, her hands shaking with an overabundance of nervous energy as Ethan came to stand behind her and rub his fingers through the folds of her sex.
“Dripping wet,” he said, his voice a rough whisper. “You must want it real bad.”
Penny cried out and dug her hands into the couch. “Please,” she begged. “I want it inside.”
He continued working his fingers between her slippery folds until Penny could feel her wetness dripping down the back of her thighs, and when he finally pulled his fingers away, she closed her eyes, knowing that the moment had come—knowing that he was finally going to claim her pussy.
She felt him smooth his hand over her ass as he positioned himself to fuck her, and she whimpered when he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy and began slowly forcing his way inside.
The second he breached her opening and the head of his cock slid inside, Penny felt her nerve endings spark with hot pleasure. She almost wept in frustration, wanting all of him, but knowing that he wouldn’t allow her to dictate the pace.
She held her breath when he dug his fingers into the side of her ass, and when he rammed his hips forward and forced the rest of his length inside her, she opened her mouth in a scream.
“Fuck,” Ethan hissed. “Your pussy is like a vise around my dick. I bet it needs a hard fucking to come, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” Penny said, moaning. “Please fuck me hard.”
The preamble was over with, and Ethan abandoned all restraint. He pulled his cock all the way out then slammed his hips forward, driving himself into her until he reached the back of her pussy.
Everything became blurry in an instant. There was nothing for Penny but the sharp, penetrating pleasure that was threatening to explode deep inside her. The pressure built up higher and higher with every thrust, and Ethan was fucking her so hard and fast that she knew she was a hair’s breadth away from falling over the edge.
He slowed his pace and bent his head close to her ear, drawing a sob from Penny’s lips. She couldn’t take his teasing. His abrupt shift to a slow, gentle rhythm made her pussy cry out for the rough fucking she needed to come.
“Your cunt is mine to fuck from now on, and mine alone,” Ethan whispered as he continued slowly rocking his hips into her. “Do you hear me, Penny?”
His statement shot through her mental haze like an arrow. He was claiming her, taking her for himself. It frightened her, and for a split second, doubt started creeping its way into her mind. But when Ethan held himself still, leaving only the head of his shaft inside her as he waited for an answer, her hesitation evaporated instantaneously.
Penny bucked her hips and clawed at the couch. “Yes,” she sobbed. “Only yours.”
He grabbed her shoulders and drove himself so deep and so hard inside her that Penny opened her mouth but couldn’t even let out a scream. She couldn’t breathe or move or make the slightest sound—the only thing that existed was the feeling of being impaled on his big, thick cock.
When Ethan reached around and rubbed two fingers against her clit, Penny couldn’t hold off any longer. Her whole body quivered as her orgasm tore through her, and she cried out softly into the couch as her inner muscles contracted again and again.
She moaned as Ethan withdrew from her pussy, the friction against her hypersensitive nerve endings almost unbearable. He groaned and squeezed her hip hard with one hand, and Penny let out a gasp of surprise when she felt a wet splash against her backside.
He was shooting the jets of his release all over her ass, and the feeling of his cum dripping down her thighs and over her pussy made her shiver with a new burst of arousal. He was marking her. She was his.
Ethan bent over her until her entire body was covered by his. He nuzzled her cheek and lightly kissed h
er jaw. “Only mine,” he whispered.
Chapter 8
Penny brought her cup of tea to her lips and took a small sip as Ellie came into the room and placed a tray of baked goods on the table.
“I made two new cookies for you to try since I figured you might be getting bored of the usual chocolate chip,” Ellie said as she sat down beside Penny on the couch.
Penny smiled. Ellie was very possibly the nicest person she had ever met. “That was really sweet of you. I’m sure everything is incredibly delicious, as always.”
Ellie had been inviting Penny over for tea and cookies on Saturday afternoons ever since Nick’s dinner party. And Penny was extremely grateful for her new friend, because she hadn’t had anyone to talk to in a long, long time.
“So can you believe you’ve worked at Novum for two whole months already?” Ellie asked as she picked up her own cup of tea from the table and leaned back into the couch.
Penny nodded. “I know, the time’s gone by so fast. I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to get the job right out of school.”
“Oh, you’re too modest,” Ellie said. “I’ve heard how amazing you were in school, and you completely deserved the job. Nick even told me that his grades weren’t that good—but you can’t tell him I told you that.”
Penny laughed. “I won’t tell, I promise.”
“So,” Ellie said with a devious smile, “has Ethan grown on you at all? I recall that you were running short on patience with him at the beginning.”
Penny felt her cheeks heat up. “Oh, um, yes. He’s definitely grown on me.”
Ellie giggled and scooted forward to the edge of the couch. “Don’t hold back! Has he finally told you how he feels? It was pretty clear to me when I saw him stare at you at the dinner party that he was head over heels.”
Penny’s blush deepened. She contemplated brushing off the subject, but she really didn’t want to lie to her friend—even if it was lying by omission. “Um, yes, he has, actually. Pretty much that same night.”
“And? What was your response?”
Penny looked down and smiled. “We’ve kind of been dating ever since.”
“That’s such good news!” Ellie exclaimed, overjoyed. “You seemed a bit lonely when you first started working at Novum. I’m so glad you’ve found somebody. How has it been going?”
“It’s been going really well. I really…like him.”
Penny’s stomach did a little flip when she realized what she had been about to say.
I really love him.
Did she mean it? She wasn’t sure. But the fact that she was even thinking about the L word made her nothing short of terrified.
Penny cleared her throat. “I kind of get the feeling that he wants to take things further. He’s always pushing my boundaries and…I just don’t know if I’m ready. I’ve never been in a relationship before. I’ve always taken care of myself and was comfortable being alone, and it’s been difficult letting him in.”
Ellie reached out and squeezed Penny’s arm sympathetically. “I know it’s hard letting go of your reservations and overcoming your insecurities. I’ve been there, trust me. I was in a similar situation with Nick. But those walls you have built up around you are a huge obstacle to your happiness. I know they were meant to be a security blanket, but trust me when I say they’re doing more harm than good.”
Penny propped her chin in her hand and sighed. “I know you’re right. It’s just…scary, I guess. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get a handle on all of my issues.”
Ellie grabbed the tray from the coffee table and held it in between them on the couch. “Here, have a cookie. It’ll make you feel better.”
Penny smiled. She grabbed a gingersnap cookie from the tray and took a bite, letting out a blissful sigh as the big, soft cookie melted in her mouth. “Holy crap, Ellie. How do you make everything so freaking delicious?”
Ellie laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “I just love baking. Can’t get enough of it.”
“You should really think about opening a bakery. There’s no way it wouldn’t be incredibly successful. You’d make a fortune.”
Ellie paused, pursing her lips in thought. “You know, that’s actually not a bad idea.”
Penny popped the last bit of cookie into her mouth and started playing with the hem of her shirt. “Um, Ellie? Can you do something for me?”
Ellie nodded. “Of course, what do you need?”
“I’m not sure how Nick would feel about the fact that two of his employees are in a relationship. I know it’s a lot to ask, but could we just keep this between us?”
Ellie laughed. “Sweetie, you’ve got nothing to worry about. He already knows. That man knows everything. He said he could tell from the first day you and Ethan started working together that there was something going on. But he respects both of you enough to know that you won’t let your relationship get in the way of fulfilling your responsibilities at work. And on another positive note, he has to watch a sappy romantic comedy with me tonight, because he bet me that you’d never admit that you and Ethan are together.”
Penny grinned. “Poor Nick. Well, that’s what he gets for betting against me.”
* * * *
Penny sat at the dinner table picking at the rice on her plate with her fork. She was thinking about the conversation she had had with Ellie earlier that day and wondering if she had the guts to follow her friend’s advice and stop trying to carefully pace her relationship with Ethan.
“Hey,” Ethan called out from across the table. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to play with your food?”
Penny dropped her fork, a sheepish expression spreading across her face. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
She saw him looking at her plate and knew that he was fixated with her lack of appetite, as per usual. She hoped he wouldn’t bring it up—she hated having to make up excuses and lie to him, but when it came to that subject, she really didn’t have a choice.
“That’s okay, honey,” he said. “How was your date with Ellie today?”
“It was really nice. She baked me cookies.”
Ethan smiled. “Did she, now? And how many cookies did you eat?”
“I just had one.”
“Only one? I thought eating only one of anything Ellie makes is almost impossible. That girl is a fantastic cook.”
“She really is, her food is always amazing. I was just stuffed after the first one, though. It was a big cookie.”
Ethan nodded, clearly unconvinced. “You seem a little preoccupied tonight. Anything on your mind, baby?”
Penny looked down at her plate. “No, nothing really. I just have a tiny bit of a headache from this stupid cold, that’s all.”
Ethan stood up with his plate and walked over to pick up hers, planting a kiss on her cheek before taking their dishes to the kitchen. “Just being your usual brooding self?”
Penny felt her lips spread into a smile. “Hey, who are you calling brooding? I’m not brooding. Everyone knows that you’re the moody one in this relationship.”
Ethan strode back into the dining room with a grin on his face. “Looks like someone’s being a tad spiteful,” he said teasingly as he swept her into his arms and carried her to the couch in the living room.
“Are we going to watch some TV now? Ellie said Nick’s watching a romantic comedy with her tonight. She told me When Harry Met Sally is on at nine o’clock. I’ve never seen it, but she has and she says it’s really good. Have you?”
Ethan laughed. “Unfortunately yes. My mother made me watch that with her when I went to visit for Christmas a couple years ago. It wasn’t the most exciting movie, but apparently all women disagree with me. So we can certainly watch it, if you wish.”
“Oh, I do,” Penny said triumphantly.
Ethan crossed his arms. “Well if I do this for you, you’re going to have to do something for me in exchange.”
“Oh?” Penny asked, raising an eyebrow. “And what might that be?�
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Ethan took hold of her chin in his hand and tilted her head against his. “You’re gonna open a present.”
Penny’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “A present?”
Ethan smiled as he got up from the couch and made his way to the closet at the end of the hall. “Yes, honey, a present,” he said as he returned with a small red box wrapped in a bright yellow bow and placed it on Penny’s lap.
Penny looked down at the box resting on her knees. She was shocked. She had received a total of three presents in her lifetime, and there wasn’t even an occasion for him to give her a gift at the moment. She didn’t really understand the gesture, and although she was undeniably touched, she was also quite a bit confused.
“You can go ahead and open it, honey,” Ethan said, amused, as he watched her stare at the object on her lap.
Penny tentatively lifted off the top of the box and placed it beside her on the couch. There was a sheet of tissue paper resting on top, and she delicately lifted it away and stared at the item below.
Resting on a small cushion in the box was a slender silver bracelet with ends that curved outward in small, graceful spirals.
Penny felt a lump rise in her throat. It was beautiful, and she was almost moved to tears by the fact that Ethan had gotten it for her. But at the same time, she was afraid of what it meant. After the several weeks she had spent with him, she had come to a good understanding of his personality, and it made her question the significance of his gift. He was a dom, plain and simple. And he wanted her to be his sub. He wanted to claim her and own her, and Penny had a sinking suspicion that this bracelet embodied that ambition.
She reached out her hand and reverently stroked the sleek silver surface with her fingertips. “It’s so pretty,” she whispered.
“It’s a bracelet that you wear on your upper arm,” Ethan explained, moving to pick up the bracelet and slide it over her hand and up to its proper location.
“It’s so unique,” she said, shivering at the cold touch of the bracelet against her skin.