Page 17 of Payback, Penelope

Penelope flips her head from one side to the other when I work her white panties down her legs, then stuff them in thepocket of my pants on the floor before returning to her side. Instead of tieing her ankles to the corners at the foot of the bed as she did to me, I loop and knot the ropes behind her knees so that they’re pressed up toward her shoulders and out without any slack, her pussy bared and ready to be feasted upon.

I kneel on the bed, drop the box of toys next to her hip, and lick every drop of cherry juice from her tits, working my way down to her pussy. Laying on my stomach, I slide my hands under her gorgeous ass and squeeze the globes, then spear my tongue as far as it will go inside the cunt I plan to spend the rest of my life worshipping. The first taste of her silken flesh has my eyes rolling back in my head, and I turn into a frantic beast, hungry for more of her taste. I lick and suck and nip her from hole to clit and back again until Penelope is writhing in her sleep, tugging on the ropes.

It’s when I shove her purple vibrating dildo, turned to the second highest setting, inside her wet pussy while I suck her clit with as much force as I can muster that she finally orgasms, her own screams of pleasure ripping her from the depths of her chemically induced sleep. Not only am I rewarded by the sight of her hooded hazel eyes when I shove the dildo in further and turn it to the highest setting, not giving her a moment’s reprieve, but I’m also gifted with her squirting and releasing a strangled cry when I bring her to a second climax.

“Holy shit. Did you know you could do that, Mama?”

I don’t expect an answer, seeing as the only thing Penelope can do is sob brokenly and beg me to stop as I start pumping the dildo in and out of her, torturing her with unending pleasure. Long, even strokes and the twist of my wrist until I get the angle just right has her squirting again, though not as much this time. Her stomach muscles clench and cramp as she tries to jerk her hips away, unable to close her legs. She fights the ropes binding her in position when I press a second, smaller vibrator to herclit, continuing to work the dildo in and out of her until her eyes roll back, and she loses consciousness after another screaming orgasm.

It’s a fucking gorgeous scene, a dark puddle of cum and squirt and spit pooling under her ass, soaking her otherwise white sheets. I’ve got plans for that ass. But first, she needs water—and not the drugged kind. My healed, hard dick swings like a lead pipe between my legs on my way to and from the kitchen, and I fist it when I return to Penelope’s side to keep from cumming and wasting it on her face or tits.

Power surges in my bloodstream to see her spread out in the exact position I left her in, and a new fantasy emerges in my mind’s eye—one of leaving Penelope tied up for hours with a vibrator in her cunt set to a level just below what she needs to cum, driving her delirious with desire until I sneak into her bedroom in the dark and drive my cock inside her, finally giving her the release that she craves.

All in due time.

I bring the fresh, untampered glass of water to Penelope’s parted lips, position the straw between them, and tickle her cheek until her long lashes flutter. “Drink.”

“J-Jacob?” Her voice is scratchy, and she can barely form the word between sips.

“Mmhmm.”

“Why?” It’s just the barest breath of sound.

A slow grin spreads from ear to ear while I watch her throat move as she swallows the water, imagining her swallowing my cum in the future. “Payback, Penelope.”

Chapter 11

Penelope

My heart jackhammers in my chest when Jacob sets the glass of water on the nightstand and then sits on his knees between my bound, trembling legs. My muscles feel like they’ve been liquified with as many times as Jacob has brought me to a punishing orgasm, and I can’t do anything other than shake in terror at the dark look in his eyes and the promise of more payback. He could do any number of things to my body, and I’m wholly powerless to stop him.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

Jacob strokes his thick, heavy cock that I’ve missed every night since he rejected me, a fat bead of pre-cum welling at the swollen tip. I want to suck it like I do the juice of a maraschino, then twirl my tongue around his dick like a cherry stem. As if he can hear my thoughts, he gathers his pre-cum on his fingertips and swipes them across my lips.

He growls when I moan and lick it all up, searching for more of his taste, then spit in his hand when he tells me to. I watch through half-lidded eyes as he drags his wet palm up and down to slick his shaft, my pussy wet and waiting for him while his big, barrel chest heaves.

“You have any idea what you did to me?” My brows bunch as I fight the unnatural drowsiness threatening to pull me under again, my mind working at half its normal speed. “Remember how many times you fucked me while I was unconscious until my dick felt like it was going to fall off? Because I don’t. I have no clue how many times you took me. Made me cum inside you while I was tied up and helpless.”

“Oh. Um…” I bite the inside of my cheek. This is the part where I’m supposed to apologize, but I can’t form the coherency to do so yet.

“I couldn’t so much as look at you without getting an erection, and that shit was so goddamn painful, I thought it would kill me.”

Understanding finally dawns, hope rising up through the thick fog of despair I’ve been suffering. “Is that why you wouldn’t let me into your apartment? And why you avoided me at school?”

“Yes,” he bites out. “I was scared my dick would have been permanently disfigured if I’d fucked you again so soon.”

“So you don’t hate me? Think I’m scum or that I’m crazy or—”

“Oh no, you’re certifiably insane.” My hope crashes and burns. “Just like me, Mama.” With that, my belly flutters wildly, and Jacob crawls on top of me, then braces his elbows on either side of my outstretched arms. Almost close enough to kiss, he says with a wicked voice, “You’re going to take your stepson’s cock and thank me for every drop of cum I give you, Mama.”

He roughly shoves the entire length of his cock inside me, punching the air right out of my lungs and undoubtedly bruising my cervix. Thank all that is holy that he prepped me with the dildo, or he’d have ripped me apart.

Gasping for air like my head has broken through the surface after a near drowning, I recover enough to rasp, “Thank you,baby. Thank you for coming back to Mama. I missed you.” If I had any more tears left, they would flow freely with euphoria.

Jacob vows with glassy eyes, “I’ll always come back to you, Mama.” He crushes my lips with his and thrusts his tongue in my mouth, tasting like the sugar cookies I made last night and left sitting in the cookie jar on the kitchen counter. He pulls back enough to say, “I won’t live another minute of this life without you. You’re stuck with me whether you want me or not.”

“I do, baby, I do!”

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