Page 21 of On a Fault Line

“Don’t be shy now. I want to know what you think about when you’re being super naughty.”

“I sometimes fantasize about you taking me to Limit-X, but this time as your…”

I imagine she wanted to saygirlfriendbut stopped herself. “Keep going,” I encourage, ignoring her inability to label us. I never care about labels anyway.

“I have this kink about other people watching us find pleasure with each other. I think it’s having eyes on me that makes it extra hot.”

Well, that’s not going to happen because I’m pretty sure Yuri would look down on it if I were to start ripping out the eyes from anyone witnessing Penny hitting her climax—something only I’m privileged to experience.

I continue sliding my cock between my fingers, finding a rhythm that starts to warm me from the inside.

Sure, the physical touch—albeit my own—feels good. However, it’s Penny’s awed expression that spurs me on to continue.

“When I discovered you there, did you enjoy watching other members in the viewing booths?”

“Yes—absolutely. It was all just a pleasure playground. I was so turned on.”

Clearly, Penny’s on board with frequenting Limit-X again.

It’s me who is the reluctant one.

But just thinking about how she described her fantasy, I wonder if I could pull it off.

“Are you ever going to allow me to stick your cock deep down my throat?”

And that’s the moment I lose my control.

“Use your hands to spread your pussy apart. I’m going to come,” I announce, as ribbons of white cum release from my cock and splatter all over Penny’s shaved lips. “Fuck!”

Her thighs, knees, stomach, and pussy are suddenly splashed with hot cum, as wave upon wave of pleasure circulates through my entire body.

Looking down at the product from my release, Penny admires the artwork.

“You look like the most priceless masterpiece.”

“Well, you make a fabulous artist.”

Scooping up some cum, I massage it into the skin of her bare pussy lips. Then I work her back up to a panting state, until she is screaming my name from an orgasm so strong that it rattles the mirror behind her.

With reluctance, I remove my fingers from her clenching pussy and offer her a taste of both of us mixed together.

“Taste our pleasure. Clean these fingers, my dirty girl.”

“Hmm,” she hums, trailing her tongue along my entire hand.

“You are exquisite. I hope this memory of you sitting here, perched on my vanity, stays in my brain forever.”

And just like that, the first day passes.

5

COLLINS

“There’s no better way to enjoy dessert than fresh from the source,” I declare, licking my finger of Penny’s juices from her first orgasm of the day.

We are five contractual days in and have yet to venture out of the actual apartment building. We’ve been ordering in food, utilizing the private gym for self-defense lessons, and enjoying the hermit life. Our only dose of Vitamin D thus far has been hanging out on the semi-private terrace in the midafternoon.

Penny is my responsibility, so if she’s content with seeing how many times I can get her off in a day, then who am I to complain?

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