Page 48 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11

Sunday

Penny finished unpacking the glasses into the kitchen cabinet. Ellen had tried to get her to stop unpacking stuff, but Penny refused. It was going to take Penny some time to get used to the extra help. But I knew she liked Ellen.

Penny put the last one in the cabinet and stared up at the corner of the room where you could just make out a camera if you were really looking for it.

Penny had been quiet about the cameras ever since we’d talked about it the other day.

She’d said we’d talk about it more when we had some alone time.

But we’d been pretty busy planning the move, spending time with her friends before leaving, and packing.

She was staring at one of the cameras now though.

“I didn’t realize you were going to install them here,” she said and turned around.

“You said you weren’t mad.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t mad.”

Oh. Maybe she hadn’t said that exactly. “I thought you’ve always liked my eyes on you?”

She pressed her lips together. “I did say that.”

“So…what’s the problem?”

“Can I maybe see one of the videos, James?”

“I can show you the live feed right now.”

“No, I mean one of the…steamy ones. From before.”

Please let this mean you want to reenact one.

“We can do that.” I tried to keep my voice even.

I didn’t want to get too excited, but I’d been having fantasies about this very moment ever since I’d told her about the cameras.

“Come with me.” I grabbed her hand and led her into my new office.

There was still a lot to unpack, but my computer was already set up.

It was the only thing on my desk. I turned it on and glanced at Penny out of the corner of my eye.

Her teeth had sunk into her lip. The combination of that and the fact that we were about to watch some of the footage together already had me growing hard.

I opened up the folder and clicked on my favorite clip. The one from the country club. I hit play.

I watched the screen. In the feed, I slowly unzipped my pants and undid my boxers, letting my erection spring free.

“Is there audio?” Penny asked.

I turned on the sound.

“I still need to remind you what the best thing that's ever been in your mouth is,” I said in the video.

Penny dropped to her knees at my words. In the video. Not in real life. I stole another glance at her.

She wasn’t on her knees. Yet. But her cheeks were flushed.

I hoped it was because she was turned on, and not because she was embarrassed. I looked back at the video. Penny’s tongue traced up my length and around my tip. And then she went all the way down.

I loved the feeling of my cock against her throat. And I remembered this moment perfectly. She hadn’t even flinched.

“Penny,” I groaned as my fingers intertwined in her hair. I started to guide her mouth, setting the pace.

She bobbed her head up and down my shaft, letting me fuck her pretty little face. The skirt of her dress was riding up her thighs. So close to showing me what I wanted. The perfect tease. She moaned around my cock as my hips moved faster and my fingers tightened in her hair.

It was so fucking hot. And my erection was pressing against the front of my jeans now.

“Is this your favorite one?” she asked, her eyes glued to the screen.

“Yes.” My voice was tight. I wanted her on her knees.

There was no way she wasn’t turned on by this.

And if I didn’t start reenacting this right now, I was going to cum in my pants.

I was used to jerking off to this video.

An instant release. I needed her. I slowly stepped behind her and pulled her back against my chest as we both faced the screen.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her leggings and underneath her thong. I circled her clit.

She pressed her ass against me.

Fuck.

I slid my fingers lower as she moaned on the screen. As her greedy mouth sucked me off.

I groaned. She was fucking soaked. My dirty girl.

I slid two fingers inside of her. I knew she’d be turned on watching this.

I knew how to give her exactly what she liked.

I pushed my fingers deeper as my thumb circled her clit.

In a few seconds she’d be coming around my fingers.

And then I was going to reenact fucking her face.

I couldn’t wait to bury my fingers in her hair.

There was nothing better than Penny on her knees staring up at me with her innocent blue eyes.

She moaned again in the video and I watched her drink down every last drop of my cum. She pulled back and licked her lips.

And suddenly Penny’s body got…stiff. Uncomfortable. Not at all turned on.

Shit.

It was one of my favorite parts of the video. But Penny didn’t seem to agree, because she reached out and hit the pause button.

“Penny,” I said and grabbed her hip, trying to keep her in place.

She moved away from me, like my touch scalded her.

But her wetness was literally dripping from my fingers.

What the fuck was going on? “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said.

But I already knew what she was thinking.

She was staring at me like I was sick in the head.

Like I was a monster. “Penny,” I said when she didn’t respond. I tried to reach for her again.

But she stepped farther away. “I just…” her voice trailed off. She looked at the screen then back at me. “I just need a minute.” She turned around and walked away, leaving me alone in my office, feeling like an idiot.

I’d thought she’d find it hot.

I stared at the screen. How did she not find that hot?

I slid my fingers into my mouth to taste her.

Maybe I was sick. She’d run away from me and I was fucking licking her juices off my fingers.

I stared up at the camera in the corner of my office, knowing that Ian was probably laughing and eating popcorn again. I gave him the middle finger.

Fuck, what had I done? I should have told her about the cameras earlier. I never should have saved the footage. Penny had every right to be disgusted by me. I didn’t know whether to try to go after her or give her space.

I ran my hand down my face. I’d fucked everything up. This was supposed to be our fresh start. And I literally had footage of our past. How were we supposed to move forward if I kept watching this shit?

I grabbed my mouse. It was time to delete it.

I stared at the now-still image of Penny on her knees.

She was so fucking perfect. I tried to take in every inch of her.

I never wanted to forget this moment. But it would have to be a memory now.

I was just about to click on the delete button when there was a knock on the door.

“Professor Hunter.”

I turned to see Penny standing in the doorway in a schoolgirl outfit. A naughty schoolgirl outfit.

My eyes trailed down her body. Her collared shirt was tied at a knot on her stomach, showing off her midriff. And the plaid skirt was so short I knew her ass would be hanging out the back of it. And the stockings. The fucking stockings. My eyes drifted back to hers.

What the fuck is happening? I’d thought she was mad at me. But this felt more like a reward than a punishment.

“I thought you were upset, Penny,” I said.

“I am, Professor Hunter. Because you changed my grade.”

I stared at her as she strutted toward me. With her sky high heels on, her lips were almost at my ear when she leaned forward. “You taped so much. But I thought it was a shame that you didn’t have footage of our first time.”

“So you were just pretending to be pissed?”

“Did you not feel how wet I was for you?” She kissed my cheek. “I just wanted to surprise you.” She kissed my cheek again and then pulled back. “How dare you change my grade?! Is this a game to you, Professor Hunter?” She slapped me hard across the face.

Fuck. I grabbed her wrist, digging my fingers into her skin. I didn’t remember her doing that. But I did remember what happened next. And I was really loving this roleplay. Especially with her playing up the school girl part. She didn’t care that I was a sick fuck. She was as kinky as me.

“You’re infuriating,” I whispered against her lips.

“Then punish me, Professor Hunter.”

I grabbed her ass and lifted her legs around my waist. I slammed her back against the wall. “I told you to stop thinking about me.”

“I couldn’t possibly.”

Me either, baby. I kissed the side of her neck hard. I loved my ring on her finger. But I still loved marking her too.

“I need you,” she panted. “Please.”

I moved her to my desk and sat her down on the edge of it. One taste of her from my fingers and I was desperate for more. I pushed her skirt up. Her pussy was already glistening. “No thong?” I asked and raised my eyebrow at her.

“I was already so wet.” Her cheeks flushed.

Oh, Penny. I leaned down, spreading her thighs farther apart. I placed a slow stroke against her greedy pussy.

She moaned, lifting her hips to meet my mouth.

I thrust my tongue deeper. Penny was right, we really did need footage of this.

I grabbed my laptop and spun it around so I could see the live feed.

There was just one thing… I reached up and tore at her shirt.

The buttons popped off. It stayed tied, but one of her breasts was exposed for the camera now.

The angle was fucking perfect. Her legs spread wide, the pleasure written all over her face.

One of her high heels dug into my back as I swirled my tongue around her wetness. So fucking sweet.

And she wasn’t lying when she said she was turned on from the original footage.

Because she came fast around my tongue. I groaned and lapped up her juices, making her body keep shaking.

I remembered that first time. I’d been so desperate to taste her.

I thought I could get one taste and move on.

I was so fucking wrong. She finally stopped shaking.

My turn. And I remembered really liking what I was going to do next.