Page 26 of On a Fault Line

But I’m no gentleman. I may appear to be one in public. However, behind closed doors, I’m the monster that is secretly relishing Penny’s mild discomfort because now when she sits or walks or takes a bath, she’s going to know that I own her sweet pussy.

She’s going to have that tangible reminder of where I’ve been and that I’m the one who will kiss it and make it feel better.

Me. No one else but me.

Before Penny filled all hours of my life, this bathtub was simply a decoration. I was content taking showers. But now, seeing her lush body underneath the canopy of strawberry-scented bubbles, I don’t think I can look at it again and not see Penny.

With her eyes solely on me, I remove my hand from the water and stand up. I undress and fold each article, placing them neatly into the hamper in the closet.

I’m not one to think of myself as a vain person. Sure, I work out and work out hard. But by the way Penny is tracking my every movement and can’t hide the smirk dancing on her lips—oh, and the playful whistling—I would assume that my dedication to personal health and well-being is appreciated on her end.

“Do a dance,” she chants.

I chuckle. “Not a chance.”

“C’mon. Bend over and spread those cheeks.”

I shake my head at her. “Nope.”

I hand her a bottle of water and watch as she drinks half of it. “Good girl. Stay hydrated because I need you nourished and replenished for all the fun things I have in mind…”

When the bathtub is filled, I shut off the water. Penny moves to the other side, allowing me room to join her.

I settle in and then motion with my hand for her to come over to my lap. “Get over here, Princess,” I demand when she hesitates.

Reluctantly she slides over. “Fine, but don’t touch.”

I can see the uncomfortable expression on her face, and under the water, her legs are quivering. “I’m going to do more than just touch.”

“Go gentle.”

I help her rest her bottom in my lap against my hard cock with her back pressing against my chest. It frightens me just how perfectly we fit together. “Spread those legs. Show me what’s mine.”

Her ass cheeks wiggle against me, while her legs naturally part and drape over mine. My fingers trail along her inner thighs, teasing and toying with the edge of her sanity.

I can hear the shift in her breathing as she anticipates my next move.

I want her, but I need to make sure I didn’t hurt her too badly. Because Penny is way more to me than a conquest. She’s my responsibility.

I’m her protector—her bodyguard.

Smoothing one hand out on her leg to keep her still, I take my other one and cup her pussy.

Penny remains relaxed in my arms, so I know I can move forward. With one finger, I walk it along her slit under the water, up to her clit, and back down again.

“Hmmm…that feels good.”

I kiss her still-dry hair, along her ear and jawbone.

Taking my finger, I slide it slowly into her, twisting it.

It’s then I feel her thigh muscles contract, signaling to me that she is feeling tense.

“Does that hurt?” When she doesn’t answer me, I grow anxious. “You will use your words, Princess. I need to know just how far I pushed you so I don’t make the same mistake again.”

“But it wasn’t a mistake,” she blurts out, trying to turn to look at me.

I kiss along the side of her neck. “Pen, my job is to keep you safe and well taken care of. All of your needs will be my responsibility to fulfill. So please be honest with me. Did I hurt you?”

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