Page 46 of Penance

His charcoal eyes as pitch as the night’s sky, glinting with something akin to madness, he draws my face towards him.

“What. Else?”

I tremble then, a shiver vigorously rakes up my spine, my cunt clenching around nothing. Knees wobbling and feet burning as I try to hold my position. Huxley holds my entire weight with his grip on my face, his thumb smoothing along my jaw. His dark eyes swirling like black holes, dropping to my lips.

“Come on, Kyla-Rose. You know the rules now,” he encourages menacingly, his luscious peach lips lifting into a cocky smirk.

I collect his other hand in mine. The weight of it feels like lead in my trembling fingers as I plant his hand on my knee, guiding his long fingers down my quivering thigh. My hand still atop his, I move his fingertips to the edge of my lace knickers. My eyes following the seductively slow movement, my pale, inked hand against his deep caramel one. The contrast makes my heart flutter. Huxley is so goddamn beautiful. I almost smile, when I suddenly realise, I feel nervous, like, I want so much to impress this man. I want to make him happy. I want to freely allow him to control me because it feelsgood.

“Look at me,” he barks, and I jolt, my wide eyes snapping up to meet his obsidian gaze.

Empty, bottomless pits stare back at me, but I can feel the heat stirring in him. I want nothing more than to trace my fingers along -what I already know to be- the thick, hard length of him. Hot and silky andsohard. But I don’t reach out, instead, keeping my eyes on his, I guide the tip on his middle finger beneath the lace of my knickers. He sucks in a sharp breath as his skin instantly becomes slippery with my wetness. I trace the tip of his finger up the length of my wet slit, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. I swallow hard as I circle his finger over my clit, quickly removing his hand from me and placing it down flat on the counter.

“That was all,” I whisper almost silently, my breathing matching his.

“Good girl,” Huxley breathes, making me tremble with the praise. Bringing me forward with his strong grip on my throat, his lips ghosting over mine. “What happens to good girls, Kyla-Rose?” he asks, his words imprinting themselves upon my parted lips.

I suck in a deep breath, trembling as I’m overwhelmed with the rich scent of oranges and sandalwood.

“I don’t know,” I rasp softly.

He cocks an eyebrow, that confident smirk flitting to his face.

“Youdon’t know?” he mocks with a cocky chuckle. “You need me to remind you?” he asks, his head tilting to one side.

His eyes roving over my bare legs, before returning to my grey-green ones.

“You stillhave some time?” he laughs deeply, the sound genuinely humorous.

My warm, playful Huxley shining through.

All of this.

All of him.

It’s all, just,new…

“Yes,” I whisper nervously, still unsure exactly where this is going.

But for once, I don’t feel afraid of the unknown. It’s Huxley, this man wouldneversteer me wrong. Strangely, I sort of feelempowered. Taking instruction isn’t me being weak, it’s kind of like I’m taking charge, more so than when I’m barking the orders. This is mechoosingto let someone else take the wheel. And it feels like emancipation, only, I’m releasing my own shackles. Just, with a little help from my fearlessly, selfless lover.

I relax fully into his hold then, and he smiles, feeling the tenseness dissolving out of my bones,for him.

He releases my jaw slowly, giving me enough warning this time to balance and hold myself up. My good hand slapping down beside me as Huxley’s long fingers drop to the button of his jeans. Never taking his eyes from mine he dramatically flicks the button free. Torturously slow at dragging down his zipper. I feel my thighs wanting to squeeze together but I refrain, concentrating on his every movement. I want my reward; I don’t want to break his rules when I’m just about to get what I want. I’m desperate for his hands to be back on me. I swallow hard as Huxley reaches inside his boxers, shoving them down along with his jeans so they sit just below his arse. He palms his cock, its heavy, thick, monstrous length sitting in his hand, his long fingers teasing back the foreskin. The silver piercing catching the light, glinting under the bright, overhead LEDs.

“Come here,” he demands.

Trying to maintain my position, I slide myself forward until my legs are pushed up so tightly to my chest that it almost hurts to breathe. My shins flush against his firm chest, he draws me into him with his other hand on my lower back. I rock in place, slightly unsteady as he forces my knickers to one side, pressing his tip against my clit. The metal cool against my overheated flesh has me sucking in a sharp breath.

“Fuck,you’re so wet,” he bites out. “Fucking drenched for me, Darlin’. You like being told what to do?” he teases, that warm smirk back on his face.

It lights me up inside like a fucking Christmas tree, the way he looks at me. My pussy clenches, desperate to be filled as he teases my slit. Rubbing his pierced tip up and down, pressing forward the slightest amount, dipping his dick through my slick.

“Look at us, Kyla-Rose. Watch while I touch you,” he tells me sternly, brooking no argument.

I drop my gaze to between my thighs, glistening with moisture. Huxley’s fist wrapped around his huge cock has me sucking in a sharp breath. His hand at my back fists the material of Kacey’s t-shirt, gathering and bunching it into his fist. Pulling it taut, revealing the shape of my nipples beneath, puckered peaks straining hard enough to cut glass.

“Don’t take your eyes off of us, Darlin’. Not unless I tell you to,” he orders.

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