Blood in the Golden Palace

Chapter 12: Penny-2

The bathroom door opened slowly, and Penny dropped her hands to her thighs. Waiting. Angelo stepped out, his eyes digging into every soft fold and roll of her body. He had removed everything but his pants, giving Penny a beautiful view of his olive chest. Although Penny could trace his muscular definition at a glance, there were also layers of softness over an otherwise athletic form. Faded scars marred his warm skin, some fresh, others years old. Tiny black hairs curled along his smooth pectorals, and Penny was delighted to see his left n****e pierced with a small silver ring. She must have missed that detail last time.

“It’s perfect on you,” he said quietly. Penny could think of nothing to say in response. Angelo stepped forward and knelt in front of the bed. His warm hands smoothed over her thighs, fingertips just barely touching the edge of her panties. “How are you feeling?” he asked. “Good?”

“Good,” Penny said.

Angelo took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Before we start,” he said, “we should have a safe word. Something easy to remember, easy to recognize. Just in case things start going sideways.”

“Like what?”

“Anything. Anything you can think of that you wouldn’t normally say.”

Penny ran her fingers along the feather hem of her slip in thought. “Wonton.”

Angelo paused with a smile. “Wonton? Like the soup?” She nodded. “Wonton it is.” Pushing forward, they kissed again. This time, it was slower, and Penny was pleased to taste the after effects of mouthwash on his lips. It didn’t last long before Angelo stepped away, and instead settled himself behind Penny. He pushed her hair over her shoulder and laid kisses along her neck. “Did you notice these?” He toyed with clasps at the base of her harness. “They’re for your hands.” Penny’s libido gave a happy lurch. She looked over her shoulder, but Angelo didn’t explain further. Her arms trembling, she slid her hands behind her back. Angelo laid kisses all along her neck.

“Good girl,” he cooed. He latched them behind her, occasionally asking if he was strapping them in too tightly or not. With her hands now restrained, Angelo rose up on his knees and kissed her over her shoulder. A hand slithered down the front of her body, until those fingers found themselves just beneath her panty line. Penny gasped against Angelo’s mouth as he touched and toyed with her. His masterful fingers ran in endless circles, stirring up her already frothy pot of her desire. Her leg muscles twitched, and her head lolled behind her to rest on Angelo’s clavicle. Every so often, she felt a slick pad slither past her lips and reach inside of her. Moans and whimpers escaped her throat, though she tried hard to keep herself in control. A faint scrape of teeth ran down her nape, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Don’t deprive yourself,” Angelo hushed. “Let me hear you.”

Penny bit her lip, but soon after, her moans flowed more freely than before. Angelo took slow, languid bites out of her skin, the pressure of his teeth controlled and deliberate. None of them ever drew blood, though she wondered in the back of her head if this was akin to an animal marking territory. In spite of every sensible voice advising against it, Penny couldn’t help but swoon at the thought. The idea of giving herself to this man who handled her with such care ignited her passions further, and she leaned into the thought wholeheartedly.

Before long, two of Angelo’s fingers wiggled their way into her, while his thumb continuously rolled her throbbing c**t. Penny mewled with unbridled pleasure, her chest heaving with short and shallow breaths. She felt herself coming to climax already, and before she knew it, her back arched in Angelo’s arms, and she cried out. Her muscles contracted and relaxed repeatedly, and before long, her body fell into a warm buzz.

“Cumming already?” Angelo teased. “We’re not even halfway done, pet.” Penny snuggled her nose into Angelo’s neck, breathing deeply into his aftershave. “You know, I don’t normally allow my subs to c*m without permission. You’re already breaking the rules.” Suddenly, his fingers grabbed the roots of her hair, and he pulled her head back. She whimpered, and her eyes cracked open. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

“Yes,” Penny purred.

Angelo kissed her deeply, their tongues wrapping around each other. When they broke apart, Angelo swiftly pushed Penny to the bed. Light headed but eager to continue, Penny watched Angelo get off the bed and unzip his pants. He didn’t bother taking them off just yet. Instead, he pulled out his c**k between the folds of his trousers, letting it bounce excitedly into the world. Angelo was certainly well endowed, with veins throbbing along his circumcised shaft. Reaching down, Angelo pulled Penny to her knees by the scruff of her neck, and onto the carpeted floor. He towered over her, the lamplight behind him casting his body in full shadow. Angelo took Penny’s jaw and squeezed her mouth open with his forefinger and thumb. Penny let her tongue hang out to one side, excited for her lesson in discipline.

“If you need a break,” Angelo said, “snap your fingers. Okay?” Penny nodded. Angelo took another firm grasp of her hair, and with Penny at a perfect height to his crotch, he guided her head forward. Penny gobbled up his manhood with ease, ignoring a faint choking sensation every time he thrusted just too far. Penny sucked deeply, wanting more than anything to bring Angelo to pleasure as easily as he brought her to the same. Slobber dribbled from her lips as she rolled her tongue excitedly along his head. The tip dug into the divot, and he grunted from deep within his chest.

“f**k,” he said. “Who taught you how to suck like this, baby?” Encouraged, Penny pushed deeper, her nose meeting and squishing against his firm pelvis. Her tongue ran circles around his shaft, and she was delighted to hear just how involuntarily his growls of pleasure were. Emboldened by her talent, Angelo grabbed both sides of her head and began thrusting into her mouth. Penny choked, and while she tried to keep up, it was starting to get harder and harder to breathe.

Quickly, she snapped her fingers. And just as quickly, Angelo pulled away.

Kneeling down, he checked her face, wiping a reflexive tear from her eye. “You all right?” he asked. Penny nodded, and the two kissed again. Angelo bent down and scooped Penny into his arms, rolling her back onto the bed. Angelo knelt over her, his c**k still twitching with need. “Time to take these off.” He peeled away her panties, throwing them to one side. Licking his fingers, he once again gave her womanhood the attention it craved. Penny’s hands writhed in their binds. Despite wanting to reach out and grab him, the restraint of her movement turned her on even more.

Angelo, hand still between her legs, moved upwards to lavish her in kisses. “Do you want me, little mouse?” he asked. “Do you want me to f**k you?” Penny nodded. “Say it then. Tell me what you want.”

“I want…I want you to f**k me.”

Angelo dug into his back pocket, pulling out a tiny, tin foil package. Kicking off his pants, he ripped open the condom with his teeth and rolled it onto his erection. Crawling over Penny, they kissed again as Angelo lowered his hips to hers. Soon enough, she felt the slick entrance of his manhood and gasped.

Angelo hoisted up her hips to his thighs, and began to hump at a downward angle. This sent waves upon waves of sinful pleasure through Penny’s body. She gripped the sheets below, and faintly felt some of the fabric rip under her nails. Her legs wobbled in the air, swaying with every domineering thrust of Angelo’s body. Penny would be the first to admit that her s****l history was hardly expansive, but she was hard pressed to remember a single time that felt the way this did. Angelo was rough, direct, in command and in control. He slammed into her hidden pleasure with surgical precision, working her back up to orgasm in no time at all.

As she felt the onset of her second climax, Angelo ripped away the slip obscuring her breasts. He took one into his mouth and sucked hard, sending off a new wave of pleasure to combat the first. A free hand fiddled with her second, all the while his hips rolled like a piston in a machine. There was no restraint in her voice by now. Penny moaned outright with every thrust, her toes curling at the second cascade of ecstasy. Feeling her tighten up, Angelo slowed his thrusts, but didn’t halt. Instead, he pulled away, only to turn Penny on her side and hook one leg over his shoulder. With her thighs spread as wide as they could go, Angelo began again.

Penny was in a haze of s****l madness. Her eyes were glassy, her gasps hot and steamy. The squishing sounds between them competed with her languid simpering. She was as limp as a used dishcloth, and yet she wanted more. Despite the sensitivity of her body from cumming twice in the past twenty minutes, she longed for the endless stream of pressure to fill her to the brim and then-some. Soon enough, Angelo’s fingers returned to her sore c**t, the pleasure breaking through the initial pain of use.

“God, you feel so f*****g good,” Angelo huffed, mid-thrust. “You’re delicious. I want to f**k you into the ground.” Penny clawed at the sheets behind her, and Angelo let out a breathy laugh. “Are you going to come again? You’re an insatiable little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes…”

Angelo grabbed her hair, arching her back to allow even deeper access for his c**k. Penny yelled out beautifully. “Let me hear you, pet. How f*****g good does it feel in your wet p***y?” Penny whimpered, drool escaping her open mouth. “You’re perfect. My perfect…my perfect plaything…”

“A…Angelo…”

“You drive me wild. Hahh…ah…fuck I’m getting close.”

“f**k…fuck me…so good…”

Angelo dropped Penny’s leg, and with her returned to her back, he dove in deep. Now back to missionary style, Angelo kissed Penny violently, his thrusting banging the headboard against the wall. Penny could feel one last orgasm coming fast, and with a final thrust, Penny seized up, in turn causing Angelo to come hard against his rubber. They stayed like that for a moment, letting the ecstasy wash over them. Once it had faded away, Angelo slipped out and rolled over to one side.

The two panted together, a sheen of slick sweat covering every inch of their skin. Angelo, the first to recover, rolled onto his side and began undoing the straps to Penny’s harness. The minute it was off, Penny felt her muscles relax. Angelo tossed it to the ground, and in the dim light of the bedside lamp, checked for bruises. “Looks like you’re okay,” he remarked, pushing some hair from his face. “How do you feel?”

Penny smiled, dreamily. “Tired,” she said.

Angelo kissed her forehead. A chill was quickly descending upon their naked bodies, and Angelo tucked them both into the bed sheets. He shut off the light, letting Penny curl up against his chest. “You did so well,” he sighed. “That was good. Really good.”

“Yeah.”

Angelo ran his fingers through Penny’s hair. “Think you’d want to do this again?”

Penny lifted her head. In the darkness, she saw the glint of desire still burning in Angelo’s hazel green eyes. Leaning in, she kissed him softly. When it broke, she nestled her head beneath his chin, listening to the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Yes. Definitely.”

* * * *

Penny woke up in a slow, comfortable fog. Her body was still buzzing from the night before. Even before she opened her eyes, Penny was flooded with recent memories. She could still feel lingering pressure beneath her legs and within her body. Bringing her pillow to her face, she smiled, still with her eyes closed. It’d been a long time since she’d woken up next to someone. And so, she turned, ready to give Angelo a big kiss good morning, only to find the bed empty next to her.