Page 18 of Payback, Penelope

“You sure about that?” He pushes himself up and yanks his cock out with an evil glint as he rakes his gaze down my quivering body, then to my side at the discreet box of sex toys he must have found in my closet. It hits me then that he must have broken in at some point and gone through my things, but I can’t find it within me to care.

My neck aches with the effort to lift my head to see what Jacob pulls from the box. There’s the distinct pop of a cap—a sound I know all too well after getting myself off for so many years—and he smears a generous amount of lube around my asshole.

If I thought I was trembling beforehand, it’s nothing compared to the violent seizing of my muscles when he holds up the scissors I keep in my junk drawer with one hand and the plastic packaging of the anal beads I’ve been too chicken shit to open and try out in his other hand.

“No, not that,” I beg.

“You don’t get a say in what I do to you, Mama, just like I didn’t get a say last weekend.”

“No, please, you can’t. I’ve never had anything back there.”

“Perfect.” Jacob cuts through the thick plastic and makes a show of going to the bathroom to cleanse them, then holds them up high so I can watch as he lubes each of the six black beads on the string, arranged in a row from the smallest to the largest.

My back arches, shoulders straining past their limits when he pushes the first bead inside my virgin asshole. “Stop! Stop!”

Ignoring me, he presses my vibrator to my ruined clit, making me scream as he simultaneously pushes the next bead in, then the next, then the next. My ass burns as it continues to stretch, and I’m fucking petrified by the knowledge that there are still two more beads to go.

“Jacob! I can’t take any more.”

“Yes, you can. You’ll take whatever I give you from now on.”

I beg for mercy as he pours more lube on my ass, then pushes the fifth bead in, using more strength to force the others deeper inside me to make room for it as I bare down, trying to push them out. It’s the sixth and final unbearably large anal bead that has my soul trying to leave my body and fly away on the cusp of another climax.

Jacob drops the vibrator, then braces himself on top of me, his weight pinning me flat to the bed. “You’re mine now, Penelope. Forever.”

His sweet sincerity and unending commitment to me tether my heart and soul to him for the rest of my life—they’re also a stark contrast to the brutality he exerts when he savagely thrusts back inside my pussy. The pleasure of his shaft sliding across each bead, making them ripple in my ass, is too much for my body to handle.

The last thing I remember after I orgasm and everything goes dark is Jacob kissing down my jaw to whisper in my ear, “I love you. I can’t wait to see you holding our baby.”

Jacob

At one point, I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance since Penelope didn’t wake again until I ripped out the anal beads stuffing her ass, then filled her pussy with my cum for the umpteenth time. I’ve got nothing left in me, and my cock is just as raw as it was last weekend, but at least it’s on my terms.

“How does it feel being on the other side, huh?” I ask with a smirk that I don’t feel as I untie her left wrist because, in truth, my stomach is in knots, concerned about how far I’ve taken this payback plan of mine. Her pussy is so swollen and alarmingly red that I’m scared I’ve done her some permanent damage.

When she turns to me, caresses the area above my heart, and smiles, I almost can’t believe it. “Feels perfect.”

“But…you were literally crying and begging me to stop,” I point out, once again eyeing her pussy and contemplating driving her to the emergency room.

“Like I said…perfect.”

“You’re insane,” I whisper. “I fucking love you so much.”

After sharing a breathless kiss with the psychotic love of my life, I untie the rest of her bindings and massage her sore muscles and joints. Peeling myself and Penelope from the soiled sheets, I carry her on legs made of jelly into the shower, both of us hissing with pain and tearing up as I wash our achingly raw bodies.

Penelope lies limp in the bed after I change the sheets. She waits for me silently while I gather the sustenance we need to survive the rest of the weekend and bags of ice for our lower halves. Neither of us can bear the weight of her quilt on our feverish skin as we lie next to each other, and she introduces me to the world ofBridgerton.

As curvy and beautiful as the Penelope on the show is, I turn away from the laptop during her intimate scenes with Colin. My Penelope is the only one I want to see undressed and in the throes of pleasure.

Sunday night, after hiring movers to pack up my apartment and bring everything to Penelope’s house, I attempt to celebrate officially moving in with her by making love to her from behind. She howls, though, and attempts to throw herself off the bed when I get two inches of my oversized cock inside her. I pull back, leaving just my tip in, and clench my teeth through the pain of jacking the base where it’s the least sensitive until I cum. Now she’ll be able to sleep all night filled to the brim with me.

* * *

My second week of teaching is a complete one-eighty from the first as I dive into my lessons, confidently and energetically sharing my passion with my students. I still have to sit at my desk with ice on my lap, but I’m high on life and the fact that Penelope is just down the hall, my baby possibly already forming in her womb.

I continue to avoid her in the halls so I don’t do something impulsive—like drag her out to the brand new neon purple Jeep Wrangler I bought her and fuck her while our students are at lunch since we’re still healing. But every night, I get to go home with her, bend her over the nearest surface as soon as we walk in, and jack my cock with my head pressed to her entrance until I cum.

By the end of my first month, some of my students are starting to show interest in class as I move freely about the room and engage in discussions about the political climate and the social and civil rights movements during the Vietnam War era. It’s invigorating and reminds me daily of why I chose to be a teacher instead of doing graphic design full-time.

---