Page 59 of Under His Control

“Oh… fuck…”

As I imagine how incredible it would feel to come inside Penelope, I angle myself and come on her stomach.

She gasps and jerks from the contact. I groan and shudder, my knuckles grazing her skin as I squeeze my cum out until I’m spent.

We’re breathing hard in the following silence. I’m mesmerized by her breasts heaving and my pooled cum jiggling on her stomach from her quick breaths. A primal part of me feels triumphant that I marked my territory.

My collar around her neck.

My cum on her skin.

She’s all mine.

My sweet Penny.

When I lower my head to her sternum, Penelope moves her hands from my chest, allowing me to press a kiss just below the valley of her breasts.

She places her hand at the side of my head as I inhale her. She smells like fruit and flowers but it’s her own natural scent underneath that makes me crave a taste. I lick her skin.

She curls her fingers into my hair, and her soft moan is the sweetest, sexiest sound. I lift my gaze to hers and she snares it.

I’ll never forget this moment.

It would be nice if we could stay just like this. If we could have more like—

I jerk away from her and scramble off the bed. Anger lights inside me.

What the hell was that?

Fucking ridiculous.

After I yank up my pants, I grab the box of disposable tissues from my bedside table and toss it onto the bed.

Penelope’s stare follows me even though I avoid it. She really is a demon. Or a goddamn witch. Looking into her eyes puts me under her wicked spell.

Under her control.

I escape to the bathroom to splash my face with icy cold water. Then I stare into the mirror.

The man staring back at me isn’t angry anymore.

He looks afraid.

* * *

I struggle to fall asleep and so does Penelope.

She probably thinks I’ll take advantage of her the second she lets her guard down. I don’t fault her for it. I don’t trust myself either, even though I’m exhausted.

Her warmth reaches for me, her nearness another round of temptation. I never took stock of the size of my bed until now. There’s only a few inches of space between me and a woman I want.

The minutes drag on in silence and unnatural stillness. A wild animal howls in the distance and the wind occasionally rattles the windows.

Penelope and I are playing “Red Light, Green Light,” and the fucker who’s supposed to call out “green light” abandoned the game, leaving us frozen in place.

My eyes drift shut at some point. When I open them next, early morning light pours in through the windows and Penelope is asleep beside me.

She faces me, one arm under her pillow, the other clutching the sheet to her chest like a shield. Against me. An early detection system for if I try to pull the sheet away from her body while she’s sleeping.