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I pump my finger in her rear and do the same with my strong-as-steel cock. When Penny’s about ready to take the leap, her inner walls clench and we both go over the edge.

Our mixed expressions of pleasure overwhelm the piano music playing throughout the sound system, until we both come down from that high.

I’ve never reached this level of intimacy before, yet I know it’s what Penny needs to feel grounded.

She isn’t the fuck-and-forget type of girl.

No.

Instead, she has me lowering her restraints and undoing her cuffs. She has me wrapping her in a blanket and running to get her juice I have now stocked in my fridge.

And she hasn’t even given a verbal command.

Yet I’d do anything for this girl.

Anything.

12

COLLINS

I’m relaxing on the sofa when Penny joins me after a post-sex nap, flopping down onto the cushions. Even I am shocked I was able to pull myself away from the girl who has my heart tied up in knots and let her actually sleep without initiating another round in the sheets.

I wanted to though. And it’s that broken moral compass inside me that would find some way to justify it too. And get off on the control.

Penny makes me feral with need. When she darted through the apartment to get away from me, I wanted nothing more than to track her like a hunter hungry for his prey and then fuck her into the floorboards.

But it’s her delicate nature that made me stop.

She is the sweetest thing to ever enter my apartment, and I want to cherish her just as much as I want to defile her.

Giving me the side-eye, Penny lets out a little cough. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

Twisting her fingers into her lap, she releases a breath. It confuses me how she can be shy now when just an hour ago I was making her insides twist from the intensity of some strong orgasms and probing her ass with my finger, something I’d be honored if she let me do again.

It’s that feeling of being able to teach her and train her that I never expected to enjoy so much.

But I do.

And every time she stretches her boundaries, I claim another part of her that no other man will ever touch.

Even when the contract ends, I want to live in her mind.

“Sorry I crashed afterward. I was so tired.”

“It’s no problem at all—really. I just hope you feel rested?”

She nods. “Very much so.” She toys with her still damp locks that I managed to braid and secure. “When did I shower the second time?”

“Wow, you really were out of it,” I say with a chuckle. “We showered right after you came down from your high. I think you were just too exhausted to notice much else.”

I get up from the couch, pat her on the leg, and go into the kitchen to grab us both some iced water.

Before the contract, I found work to fill up my time in my day, never actually having a shortage of it. Then Penny crashed into my orbit, and suddenly I’m valuing and seeking out ways of enjoying leisure time.

That’s what this girl does to me.

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