Blood in the Golden Palace

Chapter 10: Penny-1

Chapter 10: Penny“You are too sensible a girl, Lizzy, to fall in love merely because you are warned against it; and, therefore, I am not afraid of speaking openly. Seriously, I would have you be on your guard. Do not involve yourself, or endeavor to involve him in an affection which the want of fortune would make so very imprudent. I have nothing to say against him; he is a most interesting young man; and if he had the fortune he ought to have, I should think you could not do better. But as it is—you must not let your fancy run away with you…”

Penny’s eyes drifted from the page. Despite the lure of Jane Austen, it simply didn’t have the pull it usually did. Laying on her bed with her reading lamp on, Penny checked the time on the bedside clock. One in the morning. Penny should have been exhausted. But living in Angelo’s house was practically a different reality; she’d been staying up later and later and waking up the same. Penny sat up and slid a mark between the pages. With Pride and Prejudice set aside, Penny looked around her room, wondering if anything else could fill her time. She’d already mended the clothes in need of mending. With free reign of the kitchen, Penny cooked and baked more times than she could count. She’d played a thousand games of solitaire, entertained herself with day time soap operas, and even snuck off to pay that hot tub a visit or two when no one was looking. Penny was quickly realizing just how stir crazy she was getting these days. Especially in the dead of night.

Penny got off the bed and went to her closet. She thumbed through choice after choice, her mind wandering. She wondered how different things would have been if she just hadn’t hesitated with Angelo’s number. If she could have called ahead of time, and would therefore be kept in blissful ignorance of Angelo’s profession. Though the nagging voice in her head warned her that this wouldn’t be much better, at least that way Penny could have her phone.

A glint of silk caught her eye. Penny craned her neck and saw, hanging up in the very back, that negligee bought by Hank on her first night in the house. Penny pulled it off the rack and stepped out to face her mirror, holding the straps up to her shoulders. It was a beautiful thing. Dusty pink and hemmed with expensive lace. A little bow sat at the bust. In all her life, Penny had never worn silk. Penny ran her hand down the front, pressing it to her stomach. Setting the slip aside, Penny undressed. Before long, Penny slipped her arms up through the bottom, and shimmied her way up to the top. Once it was on, Penny undid her braids, letting her waves of earthy red fall down her back. It fit her like a glove.

Penny traced the sides of her body with her fingertips, watching in the mirror how her hips curved, and her waist dipped. Her fingers landed at the edge of the lace. Penny hesitated. If she had to be crass about it, with Penny’s boredom came…well…horny-ness. That sudden tryst with Angelo’s hot tub wasn’t from nowhere. Once she got over the initial shock of being trapped on Angelo’s property, Penny realized that she had a lot of pent up energy that she often needed to…deal with. The first few weeks of it were great, of course. She took care of herself when she needed, and often was rewarded with a nap right after. But these days, it was becoming less of a solution and more of a frustration.

Voices suddenly echoed from the front of the house, and Penny heard the distinct sounds of the front door unlocking. One of the voices was Angelo’s deep laugh. The other was feminine, though it certainly wasn’t his sister. Penny poked her head out of the door. She could barely see around the corner, but if the shadows were any indication, Angelo had brought home a lady friend. A shift in movement indicated that they’d be making their way toward Angelo’s bedroom, and Penny dove her head back into her own. The laughter passed her door, and Penny heard Angelo mutter something to his companion. A jingle of keys caught her attention next, and Penny realized that Angelo had opened his study.

Penny realized she probably shouldn’t be listening in on this. Hurrying back to bed, she grabbed her book and tried to focus. But the giggling and rustling of clothes was a horrible distraction. Realizing she couldn’t go two lines without being drawn away, Penny set the book aside and shut off her lamp, instead focusing on trying to sleep. This, however, was when the moaning started. Supple whimpers, smart smacks, and the rattling of chains and buckles all echoed from Angelo’s room. Penny put her pillow over her head, but the noises persisted. What was worse? The longer she listened, the more tingly she was starting to feel between her legs.

She tried ignoring it at first. What kind of horrible perverted person was she to eavesdrop like that? And to get all riled up because of it…Penny tossed and turned, trying to find a spot where she could block out the noise. No such spot existed. Realizing there was nothing she could do to ignore it, Penny laid flat on her bed, and listened. There was a strange lull in the noise, and Penny’s curiosity stirred, overpowering her libido. Lifting her head, there was some shifting, but the unbridled moans of before had all but ceased. Penny carefully slipped out of bed and pressed her ear to the wall. Still, the sounds were minimal. Penny found her hand reaching for the door. She hesitated.

“How do you feel?” Angelo’s words were barely audible through the walls, but Penny could make out what he was saying. “There we go…just like that…”

“Mmm, Angel,” the woman moaned.

Penny frowned. Angel? she thought. Something about the nickname irked her, though she couldn’t understand why. Further, the cooing of Angelo’s voice stirred this strange irritation into a lather. Before she knew it, her hand was on the door knob, and Penny stepped out into the hallway. Keeping to the wall, she tip-toed to Angelo’s door, which was left ajar. Heart thumping in her ears, Penny edged forward, and peeked through the crack in the bedroom door.

The first thing she saw was the woman, who was as naked as the day she was born. She was buxom and blonde, with tattooed thighs and knuckles. And currently, she was balanced nearly parallel to the floor, facing downward, and tied up in some kind of suspended sling. Her ankles, wrists, neck, and torso were all secured with straps. Her eyes were covered with a satin blindfold, and dangling from her n*****s were two black clamps. Her smile was droopy and excited, her chest bouncing with every labored breath. A hand slithered up the back of her head, and pulled on the roots of her hair. The woman moaned loudly and without shame, her thighs trembling in excitement.

“Such a pretty little prize.” Angelo’s deep voice lead Penny’s eyes to him. Unlike his counterpart, Angelo was only stripped down to his pants. As they were both angled to face Penny, she got a pretty good look at Angelo’s expression. His eyes were harsh, yet playful, glittering in the dim lamplight of his dark room. He smacked her bare ass, and she whimpered with a gasp.

“Angel,” she moaned again. “Please. I’m so f*****g horny—”

Angelo leaned forward and dug two fingers into the side of her mouth like a fish hook, keeping it wide open. “Naughty girl,” he hissed. “So impatient.” She sucked on his fingers, and Penny, rooted to the spot, gripped her arms to try and control her shivers. Pulling his hand away, Angelo smacked her again. Her body convulsed and her toes curled in delight. Angelo tsked as he grabbed something from his back pocket. A condom. “Are you already close to cumming? Dirty little slut.”

“Yes—” Angelo grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked up her head. She laughed helplessly. “f**k I’m so f*****g wet.”

“What a mouth. Maybe I shouldn’t f**k you. Leave you frustrated instead. Maybe just smack you around until you’re right at the edge and let you suffer.”

The woman mewled. “Noooo,” she pleaded. “f**k me, f**k me…”

Angelo laughed against her ear. “Behave, pet. I’ll give you what you want.” He straightened up and unzipped his pants. Ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth, he slipped it on easily. Due to the woman blocking his pelvis, Penny couldn’t see just what Angelo was working with. Though she imagined it must have been something worth begging for. As he entered her, she moaned beautifully.

Penny’s knees nearly buckled, and she pressed herself to the door frame. It was only then that she noticed how slick she was between her thighs. She clenched them tighter, but all reasonable advice to return to her room was out the window. Penny watched Angelo hump the woman from behind, the slick slaps of skin domineering over the woman’s moans. With trembling fingers, she reached down beneath her silk negligee, and ever so carefully, touched her wanting c**t. With only the door frame to support her, Penny began to masturbate. She imagined how Angelo’s companion must feel, being handled so expertly by the master of the house. She fantasized about him inside of her, the heat of his c**k banging against those tender spots inside her walls. She wanted to feel his hands on her body, grabbing, slapping, scratching. Wanted to feel him take control.

A whimper escaped Penny’s lips. She covered her mouth with her hand promptly, eyes wide in fear. But it was too late. Angelo, having heard her from the door, snapped his face up, stopping mid thrust. The two stared at each other, and Penny was lost in both terror and arousal at the discovery.

“A-Angel?” the woman husked. “Wh-why did you stop?”

Angelo, his breath labored, looked between his conquest and his captive. A wicked smile curled around his face as his eyes bored holes into Penny’s own. “Sorry, pet. Lost my place.” He began to move again. This time, his eyes were on Penny’s expression. As if daring her to look away. She could not. Penny’s mouth was dry as cotton. Her hand, which had been frozen between her thighs, began to move on its own accord. She ended up bumping the door, furthering the gap to put Penny in full view of Angelo. His grin only widened. Reaching out, he tightened his grip on the woman’s hair, holding it like a horse’s reins.

“I think a little mouse is watching us,” he breathed. “Why don’t you be a good girl and give her a show?”

“Mmnahh…!” The woman arched her back, her tongue hanging out like a dog in heat.

By now, Penny was totally blinded by lust. With all shame gone, Penny touched herself under her negligee with reckless abandon. Her free hand, with nowhere else to go, cupped her pert breast, squeezing it as she watched. It might have been her imagination, but she was almost certain that Angelo was thrusting harder now that he knew that Penny was watching. As if to show off his prowess for her entertainment. Penny bit her lip so as not to make any more sounds. She felt herself come closer to the edge rather quickly, and as the woman howled in orgasm, Penny’s body was riddled with pleasure. She braced herself against the wall. Her juices dribbled down to her ankles, which barely kept her standing. Once the fog of lust cleared itself, Penny was overrun with shame. She looked up to Angelo, whose smile never left.

Penny didn’t linger after that. She pulled herself from the hall and hurried back to her room, shutting and locking the door behind her. She breathed as though she ran a marathon. Her knees bent, and Penny slid to the floor, sitting crouched in a ball. She ran her hand through her hair, feeling beads of sweat form at the base of her roots.

What is wrong with me? Penny stood on shaky legs and wobbled to the bathroom, where she was determined to scrub herself clean. Once she was satisfied, Penny felt the weight of her fatigue and crawled into bed. Through the walls, she could hear Angelo and his companion start up another round. The minute Penny’s head hit the pillow, she drifted away, in spite of the ruckus next door.