Page 70 of The Penalty

“It’s not the only thing. I reach down to palm my length.” She can’t see me, but she still groans at the innuendo.

When I’m about to give up and cut the damn thing off, my thick fingers finally get a grip on the tiny thing, and I drag it down her back. Inch by inch of tantalizing skin is revealed as itgoes. I reach up with my other palm to run it down the exposed skin. She shivers under my touch.

“Sit up.”

She rolls over, grabbing my hands to pull herself up. I grab the costume by shoulders and peel it down her body. It’s a little damp with sweat, sticking to her, but I finally get it off, tossing the fabric across the room.

“That’s what I wanted to see.”

She’s got another one of those corset things on underneath, and it’s white. Holy fuck. I’ve always thought black or red lingerie was the sexiest, but there’s something about the white that hits me in the gut. Pure and innocent white cloth draped over the body I’m about to do dirty things to.

“I’ve been thinking about your punishment, dirty girl, and I think more than a spanking is in order. I think I need you to get on your knees and take my cock down your throat. I’m going to use that pretty mouth of yours until I clean it out with my cum. And you’re going to swallow down every drop like the good girl you are.”

She moans. “Okay.”

I’d like her to leave the corset on, but it looks uncomfortable. “Let me get you out of this thing.” She twists around so I can get at the hooks tracing up the back. I run my hands down the smooth satin, pulling her in tight. How does she breathe in that?

I’m reaching above my head in a deep stretch when her eyes land on my left side, and I can almost feel them burning a hole through my skin.

“Is that?” She reaches out, hand hovering near my newest tattoo.

I nod, stepping closer to her. “You can touch it.” She traces the outline of the skating bear. Her light touch sends a shiver up my spine.

“I’m... I don’t know what to say.” She’s staring at it, but I can’t decipher the emotion in her eyes.

I swallow. “I hope that’s ok. Getting your art traced by someone else. I should have asked, but I didn’t...”

She looks up, blinking away tears. “When did you get this?”

She’s going to think I’m a stalker. “Right after that weekend.”

Her mouth pops open into a surprised oh. “You didn’t...”

I shut my eyes, letting out a deep breath. “I didn’t think I’d see you again, and it was the best weekend of my life.” It hurts to admit that. I’m sure she’s had so many more good experiences in her life, she can’t understand why I cherish each one. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.” She follows me, so I can’t pull away, shaking her head.

“No. It’s amazing. But, why?”

“All of my tattoos have meaning, you know. I had a lot of bad things happen in my life, before Lakeview. So, every time something good happens, I get a tattoo to remember it. That probably sounds crazy to you.”

“No. Never. I’m honored you put me there. It’s incredible. It’s so much, but good.”

She’s on her feet, arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, head leaning on me. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank you.”

We hold each other for a while, just existing together, but then her hands slowly slide up my sides, up my back to my head. She pulls me into her for a kiss that starts out soft and sweet, escalating fast into something more urgent, desperate.

“Get this off me,” she begs. “I need you.”

The corset is almost as difficult to get off as the jumpsuit, but it’s worth the reward when she breathes a sigh of relief as it drops off. I can’t help reaching around to palm her heavy breasts. My cock jumps again at the feel of her in my hands.

“On your knees.” I tug on her hips, pulling her off the bed. She falls to her knees for me and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She tilts her eyes up to me. There’s so much trust in them. It makes me want to earn it. To be worthy of it.

“Let me know if it’s too much.”

“I will.”

I unsnap the button of my jeans, dragging the zipper down, and her small hands hook the waistband to drag the pants down. She eyes my cock with hunger as it pops out of my boxers. Once my clothes have joined hers on the floor, she reaches out a hand to stroke me. I gasp, bucking my hips into her touch, but tonight I want her mouth.

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