Her swallow is audible, as she looks over her shoulder to glance at me and searches my face.
“You’re right, it is late, and we both have work tomorrow,” she says, playing along.
I grip the back of her dress as she goes to step out onto her floor, tugging her against my chest.
“Wear my shirt,” I reply. “And don’t forget your bag.”
I push the handle of her suitcase into her hand and release her dress. She steps out of the elevator, giving me a smirk before the elevator doors shut and I go back to my apartment.
It’s nearly ten and I contemplate just how long I’m going to make my pretty Penny wait for her payback… not that she won’t enjoy it immensely.
I makeher wait two hours. I spend the time scrolling on my phone and answering work emails so that if I’m a little late tomorrow, it won’t be a big deal.
Unfortunately, I have to take the stairs up one floor so I wear shorts and a t-shirt. The last thing I need is to be scaring the shit out of one of our neighbors. I did ditch shoes, only wearing socks to help me be quiet. It’s not like I’ve done a staged breaking and entering before.
I shake my head, thinking about the ridiculousness of it, but loving it all the same. The fact that Penny trusts me with her desires means everything to me. I’m the only one who can give her this, and she’s about to fucking learn that tonight.
When I place my hand on her front door knob, I’m worried that maybe she got tired of waiting and locked me out. When the handle gives and the door silently opens, I smile with satisfaction. I lock it behind me as I stroll through her space. Only the oven light is on, but the rest of the apartment is silent.
I wonder if she fell asleep or if she’s been sitting in her bed impatiently waiting for me to ‘break in’ and have my way with her.
Her bedroom door is open, none of the side lamps are on, and the door is cracked just wide enough for me to enter without having to part the door any further.
Penny rests on her side, her blonde hair spilling against her lavender sheets. My shirt is large on her, pooling around her frame, and a white knitted blanket covers her from the waist down.
I look at her in awe, knowing that she’s really truly mine now.
Her room is messier than usual. Her suitcase cracked open, with her clothes and shoes spilling out onto the floor.
I remove the small length of bondage rope from my pocket, happy that her headboard is made of brass and the intricate designs are the perfect place to tie her up.
She doesn’t shift in her bed, and her chest is rising and falling at an even pace. She truly must not have slept well on that shitty twin mattress. It’s not like I slept well either, not with her next to me or the lumpiness of that fucking futon.
The angel on my shoulder is telling me to just crawl into bed with her and let her sleep. But my aching cock has other plans.
I’ve been patient. She can deal with some exhaustion.
I make my way over to her side of the bed to see if she moves, and she doesn’t. I loop the rope around the bars of her bed, making two quick knots. There’s a creak of the headboard, but she doesn’t stir. I could tie her up right now, with her passed out, but that would ruin the fun.
There are so many ways I could do this, and I think about what she would want. What she likes and would get her off the most.
It’s not the fear that she likes, it’s being used for my pleasure. So it’s this delicious circle of us both getting and taking what we want.
This isn’t something I’ve done with someone else before, or something I’d really considered, but with Penny, it’s different. There’s a significant amount of trust and understanding when it comes to this type of roleplay. Both of us put each other’s safety and comfort above all.
If I ever felt like she was uncomfortable, I’d stop immediately.
But I kind of enjoy taking what I want. It’s long overdue.
I fist her hair and cover her mouth in the same motion. Her eyes widening and her hands reaching up to claw at my wrists. There’s a moment of pure panic before she stills. Instead of swatting at my wrists, she holds them tightly.
Her eyes are still wide, and her breathing labored through her nose as I hold her mouth shut.
“Did you leave your door unlocked for me, pretty girl? Did you know I was watching?” I ask her.
She tries to pull away from my hand, and I just grip her hair even tighter in my fist.
“You wanted me to break in and take you, didn’t you?”
