On the way to the front door, she looks around nervously like she is about to make a run for it. I almost wish she would, chasing her sounds like fun. I unlock the door with one hand and grab Penny with the other. As soon as I open the door, Mojo greets us with a deep growl and a display of sharp teeth. Penny tries to jump back, but Iholdher firmly by my side.
“Calm down, Mojo,” I say to my large Rottweiler. He sits down as I walk her in. “Good boy.” Penny walks stiffly, never taking her eyes off the dog. Good, she fears him. I deposit her on my black leather couch, leaving her looking nervous and out of place.
“You watch her now, you hear me. Don’t let her leave,” I order Mojo and smirk at Penny’s shocked expression.
I disappear into the bathroom, take my clothes off, and step into the shower. Turning the water all the way to hot, I let my muscles relax and wash the smell of sex and sweat off of me. When I’m done, I dry off and walk out to the living room, not bothering to put a towel around me.
Penny is right where I left her, it looks like she hasn’t moved an inch. Her eyes widen when she sees me, and I catch her clenching her thighs together. I flop down on the couch beside her and put my arms up to rest them on the back of the couch. “I want another blow job.”
She peeks over to Mojo like she is waiting for his permission. He just sits therelooking at her as she slowly gets up and kneels between my legs. She licks her lips. Looking up at me through the thick lashes on her big eyes. The sight of her like that has my body pumping blood to my dick in record time. “Give me your hand.”
She gives it to me without question, and I’m again surprised by how her personality has changed. The old Penny would have given me a swift kick in the balls. I pull her hand to my mouth, suck on my cheeks, and spit in her palm. She makes a small noise of disgust but says nothing. I wonder how far I can push her before she has had too much, and the old Penny reappears.
I place her hand on my now fully erect dick and make her fingers curl around it. I guide her up and down a few times before letting her hand go on her own. “Just keep doing that.” I close my eyes and lean my head back against the couch.
Her unsure hand rubs me for a while, and even though it feels good, I won’t be able to come like this. I’m about to tell her to bend over the couch when I feel her plump, warm lips on the tip of my dick. Her hot, wet tongue is next. Caressing my cock softly, she drags her tongue up and down tenderly.
Fuck. Me.
I peek down at her just when she is taking me into her mouth all the way and starts sucking in earnest. Her cheeks hollow out, and her eyes close in concentration. She pushes herself down until I hit the back of her throat, doing on her own, what I made her do earlier. She keeps one hand on the base of my shaft and the other resting on my thighlikeit belongs there.
It doesn’t take me long before I feel a tingle at the bottom of my spine, and my balls draw together tightly. I debate letting her know that I’m about to come but decide to surprise her with it. A moment later, I’m pushed over the edge. I grab onto the couch cushion as I explode into her mouth with a deep grunt.Surprise!
When the last wave of pleasure has rippled through me, I gaze down at her. She keeps me in her mouth until the very last second, and I can see her still swallowing as she licks the rest of my cum off her bottom lip.
“I’m not going to lie. You’ve just earned yourself some major brownie points.” I push her back until she sits on her heels, and I get up. Walking into my bedroom, I tell her, “I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day. You may take a shower now, and you’re allowed to sleep on the couch.”
Chapter 3
Penny
My eyes lingeron his firm ass as he walks into his room, shutting the door behind him. Just when I thought he couldn’t be any more of a prick, he says things like, “Youmaytake a shower now,” and, “You’reallowedto sleep on the couch.” Asshole.
Looking around, I spot another door a few feet beside the bedroom he just went into. I’m guessing that has to be the bathroom. I grab my backpack and head toward it. I’m more than glad that Ryder’s hellhound followed him into the bedroom. I wouldn’t have moved off the couch if that beast was in the room.
I pull the door shut behind me and turn the lock on the handle. For the first time tonight, I feel like enough oxygen is reaching my lungs.
I brush my teeth, getting rid of the salty aftertaste in my mouth.
After I strip out of my nasty clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, I take a moment to inspect myself in the large vanity mirror. Even after six weeks, I haven’t gotten used to the sight of myself without bruises marking my body. For so long, those were a part of my everyday reflection. I twist around to see the little round scars on my otherwise smooth skin.
Is that why Ryder stopped? He must have been appalled by my mutilated skin. Until now, it never dawned on me that Tommy’s placement was purposeful. He probably scarred me there, knowing guys would be disgusted with it. Just when I thought I was finally rid of him, he comes back to haunt me. The proof of years of his abuse will forever be visible on my body.
Trying to forget that disturbing truth, I turn on the shower and step under the spray. Looking down between my legs, I see the evidence of Ryder taking my virginity being washed down the drain. A mixture of the now crusted on cum, with a hint of blood, is running down my thighs.
I stand in the shower for a long time, just letting the hot water caress my skinwhile my mind replays everything that has happened in the last few hours. When I saw Ryder, and he dragged me into the backroom, I expected him to do horrible things. I thought he would beat, torture, and rape me. Maybe even kill me. He always had a horrible temper, and he is obviously on the wrong side of the law now.
Surprisingly, he didn’t hurt me, not really. It would be a big fat lie to say that I didn’t enjoy the sex. It was weird at first, especially since it was Ryder, but once I let go, it was nothing like I expected.
I didn’t enjoy giving him the first blow job; it was too much, too quick. Although, apparently, my body was fond of it. Just thinking about it makes my inner muscles clench. The second blow job, however, I enjoyedbodyand soul. He gave me control, which I’m not used to at all. He said that he was going to leave me alone for the rest of the night, like it was a favor. Truth is, I wanted to have sex again.
Shaking my head at that ridiculous thought, I step out of the shower and grab the lone towel hanging up, it’s already damp. Not having another option, I dry off with the same towel Ryder dried himself. Oddly, that fact makes me realize how intimate this whole thing is. I’m in his house, naked, using his shower, drying myself with his used towel.
Somehow, this feels more intimate than the sex itself. The sex was very much cold and distant. No kisses or cuddling after, just sex. Being in his house and sharing his things is a whole different story.
I pull on some leggings and an oversized shirt from my backpack and stuff my dirty clothes back inside.
There is no blanket or pillow on the couch, and the air-conditioning is making it chilly in here. I curl up on the couch in a tight ball. That’s when my stomach announces that I need food. I haven’t eaten since this morning, and the empty feeling and cramping in my stomach makes me painfully aware of that. Pushing all of those unwanted feelings aside, I squeeze my eyes shut andforcemyself to sleep.
