Page 13 of On a Fault Line

Her words are a whisper, and I’m not even sure if they made any sound at all.

“Speak up.”

“Yes.”

“Good. Because I love to pull the puppet strings on my little fuck doll.”

Color blooms on Penny’s face as her eyes open to stare into mine.

That’s my good girl.

“You thrive on all the dirty talk, don’t you?”

Her nod is subtle, but it holds so much truth in that little gesture.

Penny might have a lot to learn when it comes to sexual experiences, but I also have a lot to learn about just how to get this flower of a girl to bloom.

And right now, she is melting as things get heated and edgier.

“Keep dancing. And get that dress off and onto the floor where it belongs. Only sweet and innocent girls get to wear pink. And we both know that you are far from those two things.”

It’s all an act… Part of the fun…

Penelope Hoffman is the sweetest girl who has ever existed. But she loves it when I treat her like my bad girl—one who needs a punishment to remember her place.

Sitting back in my chair, I adjust my dress pants to make some accommodations for my growing cock.

I have been going through the better half of the last two weeks with a semi hard-on most of the day.

That’s what the Penny Effect is on my self-control.

When her dress is lying like melted pink ice cream on the floor, I allow my eyes to inspect her flawless beauty.

I feel like the villain who got the girl.

And I don’t think I’ll be able to let her go…

There once was a time when I thought Penny needed to be treated like a fragile porcelain doll that I could set up on a shelf to look pretty. But then she quickly proved to me that she didn’t want to be treated as such.

No, Penny Hoffman may be pretty, but she wants to be played with—not just displayed.

And I’m going to enjoy playing with my little toy.

“Do a turn,” I say, admiring her pretty pink panty and bra set. “Yes, Princess, you’re being a good little slut, aren’t you?”

Again her face flushes. Dirty little thing…

“Face away and bend over.” I watch with awe as she complies. “Yes, just like that. You’re being such a good girl. Now, reach behind you and peel back those panties with your fingers.”

This girl is going to make me come in my damn pants like a fucking teenager.

“Like this?”

“Yes, Princess. Just like that. I have the best view of your pretty pussy and asshole from behind.”

It takes everything in me not to rush to her and roam my hands over every square inch of her body. But I need to slow myself down. I need to savor this experience, not speed through it.

While Penny doesn’t want gentle, I have to pace myself and keep her emotional state in mind. This girl wants to be roughed up—but with the right person.

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