That evening, Penelope washed up for the night and returned to her room to find a small, glossy black gift bag on her bed. She looked around but the house was quiet. There was no note, but when she saw the vibrator inside, it confirmed who the gift was from.
So Bishop had no intention of coming to watch her take care of her own needs. She knew that, of course, but she was still disappointed to see the proof. On the other hand, the toy she now possessed was magic, so it wasn’t a bad consolation prize.
She fingered the small, pink device, the same kind she’d used in the lab in front of him. All the memories of that incident flooded back into her head.
Her stomach fluttered as she recalled the wave of thrill and desire that whipped through her when he’d bent down unexpectedly and kissed her. Then, when Bishop stood in front of the window, his cock in his hand, staring at her while he got himself off. Damn. His powerful thighs quivered and his eye-popping abs clenched as he’d climaxed under his own grip, his other hand pressed hard against the glass.
The observation room had been a peep-show booth and Penelope had been the naked girl, performing for the gentleman’s pleasure.
Fuck, I want to come in there. Those had been Bishop’s last words to her, his eyes half-crazed, his semi-hard cock arching thickly in front of him, still glistening and sticky with his cum.
What would he have done to her if he’d come in?
She crawled onto her bed and rolled to her back. Lifting her hips, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and removed them. Her eyes were unfocused, the X-rated film already playing in her head, and it was dirty and out of control. Her guardian, against his better judgment, but too mad with his need for her to care, barging into the observation room and positioning himself between her legs, held wide for him by the table’s stirrups.
He’d clamp his large hands around her thighs, forcing her ass to stay at the edge of the table. She’d be spread wide, giving him such open and easy access to her entrance, that he wouldn’t even need to use his hand to guide himself into her. He’d simply have lined up the broad head of his cock to her tight, unviolated channel and shoved his way inside, burying himself in her innocent pussy and claiming her virginity as his.
God, she could imagine his face as he thrust into her. Thunderous at first, his jaw clenched and his eyes wild as he fucked her roughly with the frenzy of a man denied too long. Then, as she called his name, writhing in his grip, intoxicated at the feel of him inside her, his face would soften, and he’d slow his rhythm, realizing he’d finally taken his “little one.”
Then, Bishop would worship her, memorize her, and she’d drink in how it felt to be filled by her guardian’s cock. He would have his hands everywhere on her naked body, pinching her nipples and suckling and nipping at her breasts. Bishop knew how to get her off better than she did, and he’d move against her in just the right way until she was screaming in ecstasy, coming with him inside her.
The tight, pulsing muscles of her channel would send him over the edge. Bishop would bury himself deep and empty in her while she drank in the rapture on his face.
Penelope played this imagined encounter in a loop in her head, getting herself off twice before she shut down the enchanted device and lay panting, trying to catch her breath. With Bishop’s gift, her problem of not being able to satisfy her needs was certainly solved. Though now that she had the vibrator, she’d lost her best excuse to try to seduce him.
That’s okay, she told herself, along with a stern reminder that she’d promised to be good. On the other hand, how important were the rules when it had been Bishop, the last time, who’d broken them? And now, he’d given her a distinctly adult and personal gift. Her guardian wasn’t setting a very good example, was he?
She rolled to her belly and grabbed her phone to text him. Thanks for the gift.
To her surprise, he responded. You like it?
Only the greatest invention in the history of science.
This time, no message came back. She waited, her thumbs hovering over the phone. God, she hated being ignored. Finally, annoyed, she typed out a new text, purposely crossing the line.
He’d been the one who left a vibrator in her bed, after all.
Couldn’t you hear me getting off over and over down the hall?
His response came quickly. You’re using it now?
Just switched it off.
You made yourself come?
Yes. She thought for a second and then added to the text. Actually, you gave me the toy, so maybe you made me come.
There was a delay, but before long, her phone pinged.
What were you thinking about?
The corners of her mouth lifted. You. It was a good fantasy. I’m not even sure I’m a virgin anymore.
No answer. She wondered if their exchange was over, but then another ping.
How many times did you get off already?
Already. She considered that word. There was a whisper of promise in its connotation, as if it anticipated more to come.
Twice, she typed back.
Are you still horny, little one?
She wriggled in the covers, the thrill of his question causing every nerve in her body to hum.
Yeeesss, she replied.
Pen…fuck.
She grinned. What? Then she added a smiley face wearing a halo. Her grin disappeared when she read his next message.
You are too innocent to be such a naughty girl.
Apparently, her guardian was bolder over text. She liked this side of him. She thought a minute and bit her lip. Did she dare? If he was bolder, then she could be too. I don’t want to be innocent anymore. I want to be your little slut.
He didn’t respond, so she ramped it up. Why don’t you slip into my room at night and take what you want? I’m right down the hall. I’m already wet for you.
Pen, you know how I feel about that. Then another message followed quickly behind that one. Why are you so determined to get me to abandon my principles?
Because your principles are wrong.
No answer. The clock ticked. She nearly fell asleep. Finally, the ding jerked her from a twilight state of near slumber.
Sweet dreams, my little Pen.
It nearly made her cry. It makes me sad when you’re sweet to me.
I’m sorry. I don’t ever want to make you sad, honey. Then another one. I’m having trouble sleeping.
Me too, she lied, biting bit her lip again. Have you masturbated? Her stomach swooped with giddiness as she awaited his response.
Not yet, came his groan-inducing response. But first, I want to make sure you’re taken care of.
She raised her eyebrows, but before she could respond, he sent another. Spread your legs and touch yourself for me. Make yourself come one more time.
She sat up, her heart suddenly beating a staccato rhythm in her chest. She quickly arranged her pillows and turned around to lean back on them, propping her phone beside her. Okay, she typed with trembling fingers.
Dip your finger down there first, between your lips. Are you still wet?
Yes. Swollen and sensitive.
That’s good, honey. Turn on the vibrator and start moving it in slow circles around your clit.
It feels good.
Tell me.
It makes my thighs want to clench together. So good. So, so good.
Good girl.
In a moment of hedonism, she snapped a picture of herself using the toy and sent it to him. She smiled and closed her eyes. With the unrelenting stimulation of the device edging her closer and closer to orgasm, she lost herself for a moment as she imagined Bishop easing down his boxers under his covers and fisting his hard cock as he stared at the picture she’d sent.
But when too much time had passed with no response, she shut off the toy. In the sudden silence, she heard the sound of something brush against her door. She slid off the bed and tiptoed to the door, placing her ear nearly on the wood, but heard nothing.
It didn’t matter, she was certain he was just outside battling with himself about coming in. She reached for the knob, but hesitated. He’d disappear back down the hall if she turned it.
“Please come in,” she whispered.
No response. Absolute silence, as if he’d frozen, which she knew he had.
She spread her hands on the door. “Bishop, it’s okay to come in. You don’t even have to touch me. You can just be near me.” She let her forehead rest on the cool surface of the wood. “Masturbate with me.”
She bit her lip. Strained her ears. Heard a long, shaky exhalation of breath.
Then she heard his soft footfalls heading back down to his room.
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