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PENNY

Holy forking hell. Did that really just happen? Did he really just tell me he wants to fuck me, that I need to do as I’m told, and leave my panties a soaking mess in the process. Um, yep, yep he did. I always thought he had a dominant side, that his arrogance was more than just hype and overinflated ego, and this pretty much confirmed it. But I never knew I’d be so dang turned on by it.

And I don’t think I would be if it was anybody else ordering me around. There’s just something about Ben. Something that pulls me to him, that makes me want to give my body to him, knowing he’ll play it beautifully. The idea of him telling me what to do, praising me while bringing me to the edge over and over again, makes the throbbing between my thighs even worse.

I try to steady my breathing, slow my heart rate and ignore the constant pulse happening below my waist, but my mind is stuck on a loop of his eyes dark with desire, his words lingering in my head, the feel of him, hard and long against my fingers, and the warmth of his lips on my skin.

Finally I give in, strip my clothes off and rush into the shower to cool off. As the spray of the warm water trickles down my body, I close my eyes and let my hands brush against my skin, pretending it's him. He wants me to follow his orders? Well I have no problem with that. I just wish he’d order me to do more than just listen.

Like straddle him and grind on top of his dick until I come.

But I guess I’ll just have to use my imagination for now.

I trail my fingers over my nipple and hiss in pleasure as I roll it between my thumb and finger. “Is that what you like, Little One?” His British accent is clear as day in my mind, so much so I bite my bottom lip and nod my head to answer him even though he isn’t really here.

“I can’t wait to taste you, Penelope. Would you like that? My tongue buried in your cunt whilst my fingers play with your tight little nipples?”

A loud moan followed by another nod is all I can muster as I let my thoughts go wild.

“I want you to touch yourself, Little One. That’s it, lower that hand and play with your pretty pussy for me.”

I follow his orders and hum in appreciation as my fingers slide against my clit.

“That’s it, Penelope. Show me how you like it. But when you come, I want my name on your lips, do you hear me?”

I manage to whisper yes as I circle the pad of my fingertip over my thrumming bundle of nerves.

“Mmmmm, I think it’s time to fuck yourself with your fingers, Little One. Imagine it’s my dick sliding inside your cunt. You’re doing so well. That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

Riding my own hand, I chase my release.

“Such a good girl for me.”

And with those final words and a flick of my nipple, I fall apart. White lights behind my eyelids explode into nothingness as his name leaves my lips on a whisper.

I slide down the glass and land on the marble floor, panting for breath.

“You’re right on time.”

My voice is calm, thankfully not giving away what I was doing in the shower to thoughts of his voice and demands a little while ago. My cheeks flush a little at the memory, but I’m so used to blushing in front of him, it feels normal now. I swipe my hair off my shoulder and fix him with a confident stare, not letting my embarrassment run wild.

“I always like to come on time, Penelope.”

He smirks as his eyes rove over my body, lingering a little on my cleavage which is on full display thanks to the hollowed out front of my sexy forest-green knitted dress. I swear the way he said come makes it sound like he knows what I was doing, but he can’t. Unless he was spying on me in the shower, which doesn’t seem like a thing he would do or this hotel would allow.

But maybe he knows because he was doing the same thing. Interesting. Maybe I wasn’t the only one hot and bothered by our little encounter. Maybe while I was buttering my muffin, he was lone rangering.

I try to suppress my grin, but when he tilts his head curiously, I can’t hold it back and it turns into a full on smile.

He shakes his head, confusion flashing through his eyes. “You look beautiful, as always. But you’re up to something.” A small laugh is the only response he gets from me. I’ll neither confirm nor deny. “Shall we go then?” He offers his arm, charisma dripping from every pore, and I steel myself as I slide my hand into the crook of his elbow.

“This is all very formal and fancy. Should I bow next time for you?” I’m glad I decided to wear my black ankle boots with a wedge—a little extra height makes me feel more confident as I walk next to him.

“I won’t complain if you want to get on your knees for me, Little One.”

The huskiness has returned to his voice, chased up with a playful little smirk, and my knees buckle just a touch. He’s so good at this. He can go from charming to filthy in the blink of an eye. I’m always on my toes with him. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to him.

“Bowing and kneeling are two very different things, Ben. I’d expect someone of your stature to know this.”

“Hmm… maybe I need a little visual clarification.” He stops abruptly and stands in front of me, a slow, sexy smile forcing me to look at his lips and wish they were on mine. “Show me how you bow, Penelope.”

He raises his brow in challenge, but I’m not backing down. I dip my head, bend my knees, and curtsey as I’ve seen celebrities do when they meet royalty. I stand to my full height and bring my gaze to his.

“So regal. Now get on your knees, Little One.” He wets his lips, the anticipation palpable, and although I want nothing more than to please him, I also don’t want to make it that easy for him.

“Make me, Ben.”

He breathes in deeply before closing the limited distance between us, his arms winding around my waist and pulling me flush against his chest. His lips are next to my ear, and with every word he utters, a shiver runs through me. “Penelope, if I didn’t have to attend this god awful lunch, you’d be bent over my knee right now, your arse on full display as my palm coloured it the same pretty shade of pink your face gets when you’re embarrassed.” He drags his nose along my jaw and nips at the sensitive skin between my ear and throat while I moan indecently. “Once I’d finished spanking you, I’d have you on your knees, your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, telling you what a good girl you were for taking all of me so well.”

A small whispered ‘please’ falls from my lips, and he chuckles against my throat before dragging his tongue up and biting down on my shoulder. I yelp in pain, but before I can push him away, he’s kissing away the sting and I’m sighing in his arms.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Little One. No idea. But we have to go now. Will you behave until later?”

I no longer know how to form words coherently, so I just nod. He places a kiss on my temple, offers me his arm again, readjusts his pants to try and cover his erection, and strides from our suite like he didn’t just destroy me for any other man with his words alone. I’m screwed, and I’m not even a little bit worried about it.