Page 58 of On a Fault Line

“You look like the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Then taking the scarf, I move it up to her eyes and place it over them for her to get used to the opaqueness before I secure it to her.

“I’m going to check in with you often—okay, Princess? And to do that, I’m going to place a little object into the palms of your hands. If you are content and wanting to progress forward, then hold on to the item. If you need time to adjust or take a break, let it fall to the mattress. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“This will free up your mind from having to construct sentences together, but if that’s your preference, by all means do that and I’ll comply.”

Reaching over into the nightstand, I grab two little polished stones that are carved into heart shapes.

“Open up your hands.”

When she does, I place one stone into each of Penny’s palms.

We do a few practice checks and once I think she understands the concept, I get up from the bed and make my way back over to the nightstand. Reaching inside, I take out the gag, a container of lube, and the remote control for the bed and place the items on the pillow beside Penny. I do this only to have my options handy, but not to rush into things too fast before she has a reasonable amount of time to adjust to all of the changes.

Kneeling between Penny’s spread thighs, I roam my hands from her ankles up to her knees, and settle them at the underside of her thighs, where I massage and caress.

With Penny’s moans guiding me forward, I continue my upward ascent and coast along her hip bones and her abdomen.

“Ahhh…”

Her back arches, as I find refuge between her breasts. But it’s when my hands slide around her throat, just loosely resting at the apex of her neck, that she melts into the mattress.

This princess has a dirty side to her, and I’d be a stupid man not to explore all avenues of her desires.

Leaning forward, I allow my cock to slide against her heat, grinding into her and capturing her gasp with a territorial kiss.

Mine.

But it’s the lazy smirk of contentment on her face—before I even do anything profound—that ties yet another invisible string from her heart to mine.

This girl trusts me.

And I’d be a fucking idiot to do anything to break it.

Resting my weight on my elbow, I use one hand to grope and squeeze her breasts, tugging at each nipple to test her responsiveness.

Sliding the same hand down between us, I tease at her opening and use two fingers to give her a little stretch just an inch inside.

Glancing at her hands, I find her fingers curled around her stones, signaling for me to keep going.

Lining my cock up at her pussy, I coat the head in her juices that have been leaking out of her ever since my hand was on her throat.

There’s nothing better than sliding into Penny without any protective barriers and with our own arousal as lubricant.

Rocking my hips, I get two inches inside before I’m met with Penny’s tightness.

Why does every time feel like the first?

Sliding a hand to her throat, I massage the muscles along the side that seem to be holding some of her tension. I continue working my thumb along the band of muscle, until I feel her entire body relax enough for me to push my hips forward and gain more access into her.

“That’s a good girl. Let me inside,” I whisper into her ear, thankful I didn’t decide to impair that sense of hers.

Penny’s arousal starts in her head anyway. Once I can take over her thoughts, I know she’ll be pliable and compliant.

I push all of the way in, and now it’s my turn to be vocal about it, as my throat erupts in a growl.

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