PENNY

 

“This is the new boss...Penelope.”

 

My father's words floated from his smug lips and hung suspended in the air between Theo and I. It was how I imagined Theo’s cartoon books. The words scrawled stationary over your head. I wanted to pluck them out of the air before he could register them. Too late. Fire blazed in his eyes, scorching me with its heat. He blinked, and then blinked again, before rising from his seat. In a restaurant, from my father, with Dex at my side, wasn’t how I wanted him to find out. How cruel of my father. Theo deserved better than this. I clenched my fists to stop myself from grabbing my father’s Gin and tonic and flinging it at his balding head. Without a word or a second glance to me, Theo walked away. Panic crept through my body as each step of his long legs took him further from me.

“Excuse me,” I said to My Mother’s Sperm Donor, turning to leave. No longer would he get the distinction of ‘Father’. A father loves, nurtures, and encourages their child. The man I left behind sitting at the table cared about one thing only. Himself.

The music blared through my ears, making my head spin. Who could eat with all this fucking noise? I could barely even hear these internal thoughts; it was so loud. The heels of my shoes clanked against the tile of the floor as I left the clamor of the Hard Rock behind. Theo made it halfway to the exit before I caught up to him. “Theo, please wait.”

He pushed open the gold framed glass door, and I followed him through. Stars lit the night sky as we stepped out onto the walkway of the Bayside Marketplace.

“What, Penelope?” He spun around with rage in his dark eyes and a mask of pure fury on his face. “Leave me alone, Boss.”

My heart sank. I never wanted to leave him alone. Ever. He was everything to me. I wanted to laugh with him, hold him, hear about his dolls and his comic books, watch the way his eyes lit up when he looked at Lucy, kiss him... just be with him. Not leave him alone. That thought terrified me. “Please, let me explain.”

He shook his head and turned from me, walking off at a hurried pace. I lifted the hem of my cotton red dress and tried to keep up. Why in the hell I let Margo talk me into wearing this tonight would remain a mystery. Running after a man on a cobblestone sidewalk in four inch heels and a tight sundress was no easy task, but damned if I wasn't doing it. 

A darkened corridor sat next to another neon lit restaurant overlooking the bay. He stopped, dropping his head to gaze at the cobblestone path. “Explain what? How you lied to me? How you’re engaged? Engaged, Penny,” he breathed.

His hurt seeped throughout my entire body. I wanted to make it all go away.

My mouth went dry as I tried to think of how to explain everything.

And then, two pathetic words slipped past my lips in a whisper, “I’m sorry.” I wanted to scream into the still night. Such useless words. Sorry would never erase the pain I saw on his face. Sorry wouldn't take the defeated slump from his shoulders. Sorry would never be enough but was all I could give. My hands were bound and tied by My Mother’s Sperm Donor and Dex.

As slowly as possible Theo leaned against the brick wall, crossing his arms, and kicking his foot up to rest on the wall behind him. “I’m waiting.”

Squaring my shoulders, I inched closer and leaned into him. “I never meant to hurt you. It’s just my …”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear it.” He grabbed my arms with his strong hands and spun me around until the exposed skin on my back scraped against the rough surface. “Always against a wall with you, Penny.”

My body came alive as he leaned in, his mouth mere inches from mine. Those lips had been all over my body and knew every inch of me. I could almost taste his desire until he lashed out, his words like a whip striking my body. “What makes you think I want to hear about your father? Or more of your lies?” The words hissed through the air, their impact nearly buckling my knees. “Did he force you to fuck Dex?”

“What? No, please listen.” Tears flooded my eyes, threatening to spill over my lashes as I tried to explain.

He raised both hands and placed them against the wall enclosing me as he continued to brandish his weapon. “You make me sick.” Anger and hatred coiled and retracted, then struck me, the sting burning my chest. “Do you think I would ever want to touch you again after knowing Dex has touched you?”

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the bitterness in his. “I’m sorry. I never...”

“Goodbye, Penny.” My chest heaved with desperation as he walked away.

I couldn’t let it end this way. Hell no. Not like this. I couldn’t let him leave without knowing the truth.

Pushing off the wall, I ran after him. Again, no easy task in this getup I wore. Cobblestone is nice to look at, but it's a bitch to run on. He was worth breaking a leg on this uneven sidewalk, though.

Weaving through a mob of faceless people, I saw Theo rushing into the parking lot. He reached his car and I sped up, my calves burning from the effort.

I needed to speak to him, to make him understand. Before I knew it he pulled away, his headlights beaming in my direction. When he glanced my way, the tires screeched to a stop.

He nodded his head, silently asking me to get into his Audi. I let out a sigh of relief as I rushed to the passenger side and slid into the leather seat. He threw the car in gear and took off like a bolt of lightning.

“I don’t know what it is about you, Penny, but I can’t seem to let you go.”

“Please don’t, just drive.”

He pulled into an empty lot, put the car in park, and shifted in his seat to face me. “Talk.”

Clearing my throat, I turned to him and forced myself to look into his eyes. Those fucking eyes. When I first met Theo, I never told him how his eyes drew me to him. Eyes were my thing. His were the reason I ended up on a lifeguard station having multiple orgasms. They were full of laughter and mischievousness. The sadness in them now made me want to weep.

“Dex and I started dating a few months back and…”

Theo slammed his fist into the steering wheel. Oh shit. This wasn't going well. “You’ve fucked him?”

I shook my head, my eyes searching his. “Well, no... I mean, before.”

He slammed another fist into the steering wheel. “I don’t want to hear any more about you and him. You piss me off.”

“No, listen to me.”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear how he’s touched you. But, let me ask you…” He moved closer.

“Anything.”

“Does he touch you as good as I did?” My eyes widened. He inched even closer, and his hot breath fanned against my lips. I wanted to reach out, to taste him.

I knew the answer, yet my mouth couldn’t form the words. “I..I..” I fumbled.

“Answer me,” he screamed, jolting me in my spot.

“No,” I yelled.

He moved his lips closer to my ear, and the tiny hairs on the nape of my neck rose. Even they were drawn to him. “Tell me,” chills skated down my back as I felt every breath he exhaled, “did he fuck you as good as I did?”

I tried to back away to search his eyes, because, surely he must be joking. He wrapped his fingers around my neck, holding me in place.

His lips touched the sensitive skin just below my ear as he growled out his next words, “You still want me, admit it. You still want my cock buried deep inside you.”

I did. But, more than anything, I wanted him. His dirty words, his passion, his lust for me. His fingers dug into my skin as his lips sucked along my neck. “Theo,” I choked out.

“No, you’re not allowed to speak now. Penny, you’re engaged. My cock is off limits to your pussy. Do you realize that?” He whispered in my ear, “What about your mouth, Penny? Tell me you want me to fuck your mouth like I did your cunt.” Wetness pooled between my legs, soaking my panties. Even though he probably hated me, even though I was engaged, even though I shouldn’t, I whispered back, “I want it.”

Because I did. I had never wanted a man like I wanted Theo. And never would. As soon as he heard the words his teeth sank into my skin, and my nipples hardened against the cotton of my dress.

“You want to suck my dick, don’t you? Fuck, Penny, what makes you think I even want you?”

His fingers released their hold and he sat back. His mussed up hair hung in his eyes, and I raised my hand to touch him.

He grabbed my wrist before I could reach his face. “Don’t.”

“Theo, I’m sorry.”

He released my hand, and the sound of his zipper drew my eyes to his lap.

“Make it up to me then,” he whispered as his head fell back against the seat. His eyes closed as he pulled his cock out of his pants.

Hard, glorious, and once all mine. I missed it, craved it, and I’d do anything to make it up to him. My feelings for him were fierce, and I wanted to please him.

With eyes closed, he fisted his hand into my long hair and bent me toward him. “Suck it, Penny. Take it deep down your throat. Make me come.” His breathy voice made my mouth water as I lowered my head and saw the drop of precum glistening from the tip of his strong, hard cock.

I stuck out my tongue and swiped at the tip of his dick.

He moaned as he pushed my head down. “That’s right, baby. Suck it. Make me remember how it felt to fuck you. Grab my balls, rub them. Fuck.”

The thought he would eventually forget me made my resolve stronger to not let that happen. This would be the best blow job of his life. Fondling his balls, I glanced up and saw his mouth part, his tongue dashing out to coat his lips.

“Yeah, now lick ‘em. Make it good.”

You bet I would. Images of other women giving him pleasure, making him moan, made my heart ache. He groaned as I licked all over, going one step further and gently sucking them into my mouth, trying my best to please him.

“Start at the bottom, and lick to the tip. Fuck, Penny, I want to fuck your mouth and feel like it’s your pussy I’m fucking.”

Oh god. My heart raced and my eyes closed as I followed his commands. I loved the taste of him. When I reached the top, his grip in my hair tightened. “Open your mouth wide. Take my cock in your mouth and suck, baby. Suck my cock like you still own it.”

Past tense. No. Don't you dare let anyone have you, my mind screamed. I owned his cock. Giving one last glance up to him, before I showed him exactly who it belonged to, his eyes suddenly opened and met mine. The desire pooling there made my core tighten and my thighs clench together.

I licked my lips as his eyes fell closed, shutting me out again. Opening my mouth, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked.

He pushed my head, and I took him deeper into my mouth. “That’s right take me deep down your throat. You fucking ruined me, Penny. You need to keep sucking. Make me forget.”

The velvety skin of his cock felt smooth along my tongue as each time I reached the tip, I swirled it across.

“Suck harder.” He groaned when I followed my mouth up his cock with my hand. “Ah, god, your mouth is hot like your pussy. Yeah, slide up and down like you did when you were riding my cock. Make me come.”

His breathing picked up as my cheeks hollowed, sucking him as deep as I could. Theo was large. Alright, huge. And I prayed my gag reflex didn't kick in. That would be a strike against me in the memory department.

“Touch yourself, Penny. Touch that sweet pussy. Show me who it belongs to.”

His dirty words drove me mad with need for him. Hiking up my dress, I pressed my fingers against my clit. I was soaked for him. With one hand around him and another slowly sliding into me, I sucked harder.

“How wet are you? Cover my cock in it. I want you to know what us fucking tastes like.” His grip tightened in my hair making my scalp sting. “Fuck, suck me. Make it as tight as your greedy little cunt. Oh damn, suck my cock deep down your throat.”

I coated his cock with my wetness and continued sucking. Returning my fingers to my clit, I circled faster. My orgasm loomed, almost within reach. The way Theo spoke to me turned me on, and I would never get enough. Selfish and greedy when it came to him, I would always want more and more. His fingers twined in my hair as he pumped his hips, fucking my mouth.

“Damn, I’m imagining your mouth is your wet pussy. Do you want me to fuck you, Penny?”

I moaned against his cock. God, I wanted it. More than anything. I wanted to feel him inside me again, to see the look on his face when he felt my orgasm. He pulled my head up, and I lost the prize winning suction I had on him. With a loud pop echoing throughout the car, I gazed into his hooded eyes.

“Do you want me to own you?”

“Yes, please,” I plead.

“Too fucking bad.”

I woke up in a frenzy as the sun streamed through the window. Fuck. My heart thrummed in my chest as I closed my eyes and tried to return to the dream involving Theo. I wanted to go back and change the outcome. Make him not hate me. In every dream I would chase after him, and each time he pushed me away. In reality it didn’t happen that way at all. I was a coward when Theo rushed out of the Hard Rock. I didn’t chase after him. Only in my dreams.

He’d been the star of my dreams for the past three weeks. Theo, The Lord of My Nightmares. Because that’s what this was, a nightmare. Ever since the night I accepted my father’s deal.

The night I sold my soul to the devil.