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Alex and Penelope Ch. 01

By: rosess



Author's Note: This is an erotic novel in many chapters. This first chapter is the set up for what's to come, simply for the character development and scene setting a novel requires. It's my first time submitting to Literotica.com, and I appreciate you taking the time to read what I so enjoyed writing. Thank you.

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The summer after graduating high school had been filled with camping and hiking with friends and family before Penelope started college in the fall. She'd grown up in a tiny town, her graduating class less than a hundred, but had been accepted to many colleges after years of hard work.

She'd earned most of the scholarships available to her, as well as working a part time job to save, but the in the end, the money would barely get her through her first year anywhere other than a local community college, and even that was a good three hours from home.

Penelope had a godfather that was loaded, though she hadn't seen him since she was ten. He was a busy man who worked all the time, but had sent her money for her first car, along with extravagant gifts for her birthdays and Christmas presents over the years. He'd offered to pay for her college no matter where she went, but it was on her parent's suggestion that she choose the one closest to him.

"When he offered the full ride, his first suggestion was the university near his estate. He'll never have any children of his own, and he considers his own siblings money grubbers," her mother had explained one afternoon. "I have no doubt that you're high on his list as an heir. He loved you the second you were born."

Penelope's mother had given birth to her when she was sixteen, her father twenty. While typically the choice for a godfather would be someone much older, they'd chosen her mother's best friend, Alex. Two years after Penelope had been born and he'd graduated high school, his great grandfather had died and left him his estate. He'd moved there and attended the same university he'd suggested to Penelope, and had managed to make the money left to him ten times over.

"But I don't know him," Penelope had argued. "Why would he care to know me?"

"His life keeps him busy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you still," her mother had said. "Alex is a good man, and he's done a lot for this family even though he didn't have to. Choosing a college close to him will give him a chance to know the beautiful woman you've become. It's very generous that he's offered to pay at all, so going to live with him while you attend would be as good as a thank you."

Penelope wasn't too sure, but she couldn't argue. She was grateful to this man she didn't know anymore, and staying close to him for the next four years as a thank you was the very least she could do.

A month before school would start, Penelope said goodbye to her mother and father, tears in their eyes, and boarded a plane to the unknown. She'd never been too far from home, and it was extremely scary to be moving away to live with the godfather she'd only communicated with through thank you cards and the occasional e-mail.

Alex was tied up in a conference call at home, so he sent his driver to retrieve Penelope from the airport. He felt like he owed her more, but his work had, unfortunately, always come before anyone else. It was why his marriages had failed, and his third was careening down hill. Luckily he'd been smart enough to have airtight prenups, or what he'd accumulated in his thirty-four years would be gone in alimony.

He'd been a terrible godfather, and regretted that he'd ever accepted. It wasn't that he didn't care deeply for Cheryl and Kevin, even more so for their only daughter, Penelope. But the life he'd chosen had kept him away from the only family he'd ever loved; the family that wasn't his. He'd tried to make it up by sending them checks that were never cashed, unlike the many loans to his own family that had never even been paid back. He was so glad that Penelope had taken him up on his offer to come live with him. Maybe he'd finally get to know the girl he'd once held in his arms and swore to take care of.

Most of his money at this point was made through investments, but he worked from home as a business consultant, and was a shareholder in various companies across the country . Often he'd fly out on his private jet for a few days at a time to help pick up the pieces of broken companies, at a hefty fee of course. He always relished leaving; it meant nights alone and away from the third bitch he'd married. It was sad, really. He'd thought Claire was different; that she hadn't fallen for him for his money. But no sooner had the marriage certificate been signed, she'd become they typical wife of a millionaire, living extravagantly and constantly attending social functions with other wives in the neighborhood for social clout that was undeserved.

He'd grown to despise her to the point where even her gorgeous looks weren't enough to compensate. Sex was rare, mostly because of him. She'd try, he'd turn her down. He doubted they'd last much longer, so a new face in the house might cheer him up.

While barely listening to the call he was on, he heard the town car pull up in the vast circular drive and glanced out his window with a smile.

"We'll have to pick this up tomorrow," he said strongly, knowing he had the power to end the call. "I have an appointment I must get to. We'll connect at nine AM to hash out the final details."

He hung up, then stood from his desk to look out the window. His driver scuttled around the car and opened the back door, and he held his breath. He'd received school pictures of Penelope over the years, the most recent in a frame on his desk. He'd never wanted children, but she was important to him, mostly because she never wanted for anything, unlike everyone he was surrounded by.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw her. He wasn't sure what he'd expected; certainly not this. An awkward teenager from the tiny town he'd grown up in. The pretty smiling girl in his picture that he felt like an absent father to, who had no animation. Certainly no body.

At least not a body like hers.

She was tall and thin; five-foot-six or so, and barely a curve to her adolescent frame, with sandy blond hair that fell in gentle waves down her back. There was actually an awkwardness, but only because she was hesitant, staring up at his vast estate in awe, as though it were unreal to her. She was no longer the little girl he'd been envisioning, his last memory of her as a ten year old playing on a merry-go-round.

She was a young woman.

Penelope thanked Ben the driver, never noticing the hungry looks he tried to hide as he eyed her body. What a lucky man, he thought of Alex, as he'd often thought, but never as much as now. A gorgeous wife, tons of dough, and this hot chick now coming to live with him. He found himself greatly looking forward to being Penelope's escort in the future. Maybe he'd get to know her. Maybe she'd find an interest in him. Maybe he'd get to bed her, if one of the gardeners or pool boys didn't catch her first.

Looking at the large double doors, Penelope felt as though she'd entered another world. She'd never seen anything so extravagant. They'd entered through iron gates into a high brick walled stretch of land, too large to be called a yard. The house was two stories, but wide as a city block; white, with balconies and pillars. The windows were paned and tall, curved at the top.

"We'll see your suitcases brought up to your room, Miss Penelope," Ben said, opening the trunk. "Head on up, you're expected."

Gulping, Penelope walked up to the doors. Before she could knock, they swung open with an air of grandeur, revealing an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair, maybe in his mid-fifties.

"Miss Penelope," he said with a bow. "My name is Reuben. I'm Master Alex's butler."

Geez, he even has a butler! Penelope smiled, her lips quivering in fear. She was so out of her element. "Nice to meet you," she managed to squeak, ducking her head low to look around through her eyebrows.

"Alex is on a conference call, so I'll be showing you to your—"

"That's unnecessary, Reuben," came a voice. Penelope located its owner as he entered the large foyer and clapped the butler on the shoulder. "I can't exactly work on Penelope's first day here."

Penelope was stunned. He wasn't at all what she'd expected. He'd always been kind and rather amusing in their correspondence, but she hadn't seen a picture of him in years, nothing recent. The only picture she had was of him and her on their last visit, and though she'd come to see him as an attractive man now that she was old enough to recognize it, today she'd expected to see someone old. Though her father wasn't exactly old, he was certainly showing the signs of age.

Alex was not. His chestnut hair was still as full as it had been eight years ago, though slightly shorter. It was an inch or so, thick and full of body. He was thin under his expensive button up shirt and black slacks, but the sleeves of his shirt didn't hide the definition of muscles only a man who worked out often achieved.

She'd expected a father figure. What she saw now was an attractive man, exuding confidence and wealth.

"Hello, Godfather," she said, trying to be bright. The title felt awkward as it passed her lips, but she didn't know what else to call him. Luckily, he made it easier.

"Godfather makes me sound old," he said with a chuckle. He was only thirty-four. "Or like a gangster, which I'm not. Just call me Alex. You look beautiful, Penelope. Lovelier than your mother, though I never said that!"

Penelope laughed, finally feeling at ease. He was the same great guy she'd come to love as a child. "Alex it is!" she agreed, grinning.

"Come give me a hug," he said.

Penelope obeyed, embracing him with a warmth they'd shared when he'd visited her more often as a kid. And though she still felt out of her element, she was now secure in her decision to come. It would take some getting used to—well, a lot of getting used to, but now she felt excitement rather than trepidation.

Her two suitcases had been brought in, and as Alex released her, he looked over at Reuben. "Take those to her room, then check on dinner." Reuben nodded, and began lugging the cases up the enormous sweeping staircase while Alex turned his attention back to Penelope. "I hope you don't mind we'll be eating here. I want to give you time to get settled before I take you around."

"Where is Claire?" Penelope asked, searching what she could see of the house. There was a large sitting room to the left that held an open door on the far wall that looked to be an office. To the right was a hall with many doors. She had no idea how a house could hold so many rooms, let alone what could possibly fill them.

"Claire is with her girlfriends picking out fabrics," he said with distaste. "She's unhappy with the drapes in the dining room."

Penelope noticed the first hint of a sour mood, and was surprised. He'd only married her a year ago, and didn't seem too happy at the mention of her name, so she let it drop.

He didn't, however. "We're supposed to attend a fundraiser tonight, but she's on her own. She's leaving for Fiji at the end of the week, but I'm sure you'll see her around before her much needed vacation."

The sarcasm didn't go unnoticed. "Well, I'm looking forward to meeting her. I'm sorry we didn't make it to the wedding. Mom and dad . . . you know. They didn't want to let you pay for the trip and couldn't get the funds to come . . ."

"Of course," he said kindly with a small shake of his head. "A third wedding isn't too much to celebrate. Come and let me show you around."

Penelope followed Alex through the first floor. There was a large dining room with a mahogany table long enough to seat at least twenty, adjacent to an even larger kitchen, where she met Beverly, the cook. She was a plump woman with rosey cheeks and the friendliest smile Penelope had ever seen. She warmed to her immediately.

A study lined with bookshelves that held a wall of bottles and a shelf of cigars, along with leather chairs and a pool table. There was even an honest to goodness ballroom at the far end of the house. There was an entertainment room that rivaled a movie theatre. Penelope hadn't known LED TV's could get so large, and there were enough plush leather couches to seat a large crowd.

Alex brought her through the sitting room, showed her his office, then led her down another hall to a workout room. She stared through the windows at the back of the house at an enormous pool that curved into different round sections; one with a waterfall, one with a diving board and slide, and the last with a sort of cave for privacy. Chairs and tables lined the pool and she envisioned the summer pool parties she had probably missed now that fall was steadily approaching.

The grounds continued beyond the pool to the high brick wall, perfectly symmetrical in the layout of paths and greenery. In the back corner was a house the size of the one she'd grown up in, and Alex explained that Reuben lived there with his wife. There was a drive by their tiny house with a back entrance to the grounds that was all their own. Penelope thought that was nice. They had a house provided to them that was private, despite working here in the house.

Alex lived like royalty.

Finally she was brought upstairs and told that there were twelve bedrooms. When she asked why he needed so many, he laughed. "You never know when company will stay over, especially after parties when they can't drive themselves home."

He entered a room and stepped to the side for her to follow. "This will be your room, if it's okay for you."

It was more than okay. The room was regal to say the least, with crème walls and a large four-poster bed, complete with a canopy tied to each of the posts. The bedding was lilac, the pillows plush. There was a door near the bed that led to a bathroom all her own. At home she'd had to share a single bathroom with her parents. She couldn't contain the gasp.

Alex smiled, pleased by her reaction. He would do everything he could to see that she was happy here, and it was nice to be around someone who didn't take anything for granted. The day Claire had moved in, she'd started redecorating his house on his dime, saying she didn't want his house to look like his ex-wife. Not that he blamed her. Alison had had horrible taste.

As he watched Penelope slowly search the room, taking in everything in awe, he couldn't help but admire her beauty. He'd been honest in saying she was far more beautiful than her mother, and he'd had a crush on Cheryl as a teenager, something he'd never really gotten over. He'd never disliked Kevin for winning her heart though, and was glad he'd been asked to be a part of their lives when they'd had the accidental pregnancy, in the form of a godfather.

He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help his eyes as they travelled across her chest; small perky breasts below the taught fabric of her grey tee. When she turned to look out the French doors to the balcony, his eyes located her cute little ass, accentuated by her form fitting dark blue jeans.

There's nothing wrong with this. She's not my blood.

But it would have to stop. He was only looking, and wouldn't allow himself to look again.

"It's perfect," he heard her breathe. Her voice warmed him, the awe it held, and he walked over to stand beside her.

"I just hope you'll be happy here," he said. "And if you're ever not, you let me know. You don't owe me anything, and if you want to move to the campus, I'll help you in every way I can. It's my job."

He meant it. Mostly.

"I can't imagine I'd be unhappy here," Penelope said, truly unable to. This house was a paradise she didn't deserve. She had no idea what she'd done in her life to be so blessed. "Thank you so much for everything."

Alex smiled, again warmed by her appreciation. He couldn't remember the last person he'd been around who didn't want anything from him. His so called friends were superficial rich people, assholes underneath. Their wives were petty and loved to trash talk. His business associates were greedy.

Penelope was pure. He'd expected nothing less, considering who she'd been raised by, but it was nice to know she lived up to his hopes. In fact, she'd far exceeded them.

"Get comfortable," he said. "Unpack, take a bath if you want. I know travel makes me feel grimy, so just relax and make yourself at home. I have dinner scheduled in about an hour."

After thanking him again, Penelope began unpacking her things into the dresser and closet, then took him up on having the most luxurious bath she'd ever had in her life, in her very own bathroom.

She didn't know what to change into after that; all her clothes were cheap and out of place in this palace, but she tried. Finally choosing a black skirt and blue blouse, she made her way downstairs promptly at six and into the dining room.

Alex had spent an hour working out in the gym in hopes of clearing the image of her body from his thoughts. It had helped until he'd popped in the shower, but while naked with hot water beating down on his body, his thoughts got the better of him.

It's only because she's new, he'd assured himself. She's just not what I expected. After a few days it'll go away.

The dinner was a four course meal, served by Beverly. The conversation never stopped as Penelope told Alex all about her life back home, her excitement over starting college, and how her family was. Alex told her about his job, then talked about a party he'd held here three nights ago. It was easy for both of them.

Until Claire showed up half way through and joined them. Penelope had been excited to meet her, but Claire looked at her coldly after hearing Alex wouldn't be escorting her to the fundraiser.

"I already told you," he said. "Penelope just arrived and I want to be around to help her settle in."

"That's what your staff is for," she said through her teeth. Claire looked at Penelope with disdain. She couldn't believe Alex had let this country girl come live with them, and for the next four years, none the less! It had been amusing in theory, but now that she was here, it was real. She had a teenage daughter figure to deal with, and she was too damn young to be a mother. She blew out some air. "You'll have plenty of time to make her comfortable while I'm in Fiji. This fundraiser is important, and I can't show up alone!"

"We are not talking about this," Alex growled. "Especially not in front of our guest."

Claire shut up, and dinner resumed in awkward silence.

When Claire left, Penelope and Alex sat down to watch TV and talk some more, but Penelope was quickly wiped out from a four hour flight. She felt bad about going to bed so early, especially since Alex had turned down attending the fundraiser that Claire found so important, but she was nodding off on the couch.

It was Alex that suggested she head off to bed, and Penelope was grateful.

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To his chagrin, work kept Alex occupied through much of the morning. He wished he'd had his personal assistant cancelling his appointments, something he hadn't considered until he'd found yesterday that he wanted to spend time with Penelope and get to know her. So after ending a long call, he had his assistant juggle things for the following week so he could take the very rare vacation from work. Penelope would need to go to the college and get books, and he wanted to be there. He wanted to show her around town instead of making Ben do it. He wanted to hang out with her in the house so she'd start to feel at home, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

He met her for lunch and told her his plan. Penelope was thrilled, as she'd spent the morning at a loss of what to do. It wasn't that she minded being left alone. She'd been an only child, she was used to it. But she didn't feel like this was home, she felt like a guest, so wandering the house was out of the question. She'd spent the morning reading in her room.


Alex and Penelope Ch. 02



Author's Note: This is an erotic novel in many chapters. If you enjoy this chapter, I highly suggest checking my profile and starting from the beginning. This is my first time submitting to Literotica.com, and I appreciate you taking the time to read what I so enjoyed writing. Thank you.

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Sunday was a repeat, only they started drinking earlier and played in the pool longer. A net was strung up through the middle of the third section and they batted a ball around. They lounged again, shared dinner on the patio, then spent an hour in the hot tub.

Penelope was getting used to the time change and wasn't as tired as she had been, so she changed upstairs into running shorts and a tee, then met Alex in the living room/movie theatre. They sat on the same couch on opposite sides and settled in for a movie.

Penelope adjusted so her legs were up on the couch as she leaned against the armrest, her toes inches from Alex's legs. Every so often, he'd hold out the popcorn bowl between them so she could grab a handful, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

It was nice to be this casual; it had been a long time since Alex had felt casual. Even on weekends, he was usually too busy to have days like these, attending functions and banquets and golf tournaments and charity auctions. In between he'd always be thinking about work, but he realized it hadn't even crossed his mind until now, and only to note that he hadn't thought about it since he was done for the day Friday.

He also hadn't thought about Claire.

Monday, Alex's assistant called to say she'd managed to get an appointment with a guidance counselor at the university, so they set out to buy books and tour the campus. Alex waited outside while Penelope spent an hour in the office. On the way home, she talked excitedly about the four year plan that had been laid out for her.

That night, things changed, just a little. After dinner, they decided to play some Wii, then settled in for a movie once more. When they sat on the couch, they sat closer to the middle; still not touching, but close enough to share the bowl of popcorn without reaching. Alex kept his arm draped across the back of the couch, also not touching her, but their movie watching was a bit more intimate. It was a comedy, and when Penelope would laugh, her head would fall back and he'd feel her hair touch his arm. What amazed him was that something as simple as this was as exciting as it was. He couldn't understand it.

That night, Penelope slept with her door open, and Alex walked by her bedroom and peered in on her. It was dark, but he could see her asleep, her blond hair strewn across the pillow. When he retired to his room, he imagined that hair on his own pillow, and went to sleep imagining her naked beside him.

Tuesday, it was a given that they'd spend the day by the pool once more. Penelope's bikini today was green and yellow checks, tied with strings at the nape of her neck and across her back. The bottoms were the same. She threw on some shorts and met him for breakfast outside without having ever discussed a plan for it.

The night before, Penelope had been in a state of chaos and had barely slept. While watching the movie, she'd noticed Alex's arm on the couch behind her and spent the entire length willing it to wrap around her. He hadn't, and that had been a disappointment, but that wasn't what was killing her. Alex was her godfather. He was thirty-four. He was married! Penelope was eighteen and a virgin, never a hand between her legs that wasn't her own. But she couldn't stop thinking about him, and she was angry that she was letting herself wonder. There was no way he would ever think of her as more than the little girl he'd pushed on swings, yet here she was with dirty thoughts in her head like a little slut. And honestly! What would she even do if she got him? She'd never had sex, so she sure as hell had nothing to offer there. He was married, which was a big no-no in itself, but he was absolutely experienced.

It was so unrealistic, and still, she could feel the pain of wanting it more than she'd ever wanted anything, knowing it would never happen. And it was pain, sure and true.

When Penelope sat down at the table, Alex could barely get his mind working. Oh yes, bikini shopping was the best idea he'd ever had in his life. Forget his investments or his business savvy. Forget the women, sometimes two or three at a time. Penelope in a string bikini topped them all, and she was still wearing her shorts. The triangles covered her well enough, but were tight to accentuate the curve of her perky breasts. And in the direct center, he could make out the tiniest little nipples.

Today would be hard. Probably literally.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" Beverly asked when they'd finished eating.

"You know?" Alex began, having difficulty tearing his eyes away from Penelope. "Mix us up some margaritas, then you and your husband take the day off."

Beverly smiled happily, thinking how much she enjoyed working for Alex while he was on vacation. His mood was better than she'd ever seen, and while they had a day or two off every week, this one was unexpected. It was a beautiful day, and she figured maybe Reuben and she could take a nice long walk in the park.

Upon noticing her smile, Alex thought of one better. "In fact, why don't you take tomorrow, too." Reuben and Beverly only ever had vacations when he was out of town for a few days, and if he was happily on vacation, as was Claire, everyone should be.

"Well, you'll call if you need anything," Beverly said.

"I won't," Alex told her, still smiling. "Hit the town, find a B and B if you want to get away for some time alone. I'll see you in two days."

When Beverly left, Penelope tilted her head at Alex with a grin. "That was nice of you."

"They deserve it," he said. So do I, he thought. It had been a long time since he'd had the house to himself, without staff. And even though he wasn't alone, he could think of no one better to share an empty house with than Penelope.

Beverly returned with drinks once they were settled in their chairs, set them up on the table and explained that the rest in the blender was in the fridge. Alex thanked her and told her to enjoy herself, then she left to her little house in the back of the property.

While lotioning up his chest, Alex heard their car start and saw it leave out the back gate. This time he knew he had an ulterior motive. Sure, it was only a tiny part. He'd given them a few days off because he was happy for the first time in a long time, and also because he wanted time alone with Penelope; really alone, without staff in other rooms.

But a small part of him wanted to be sure that—if things escalated, even in the tiniest, slightest bit—that Penelope would feel safe to allow it knowing no one else was around.

But for now, he was content as things were.

"Alright, turn around," Penelope said, swiveling her hand in the air. Alex obeyed; this was the best part of his day. Her hands on his back, his on hers. And when he felt them, his skin jumped to life, as it had before. It was amazing to him that something as simple as applying sunscreen felt so intimate.

When she'd finished, she pulled her hair. "My turn," she said. She was definitely at home now, and Alex made her feel at ease. They were close now, like friends, even though she had been fantasizing about him in inappropriate ways. But her nights didn't matter in the daylight. In the day, they were just two people enjoying each other's company.

While working her shoulders, Alex thought about how easy it would be to remove that tiny top. Just a pull of a string at her neck and it would fall down. Another string mid back and it would cease to exist. The same could be said for the bottoms. A string on each side, and she'd be naked. He took more time than ever before with his task, imagining it over and over again as he rubbed her soft skin. He was a little more brazen this time, but careful about it being too obvious. He let his hands trace down her sides of the tip of his middle fingers could feel the curves to the side of her breasts. He noticed when he did this that her back stiffened slightly and silently chuckled. He added more lotion, working it over her upper back unnecessarily, as she was already well coated, then repeated the action just to feel her stiffen again.

Penelope felt his fingers so close to her breasts that her nipples swelled against the thin fabric. He was just covering her skin, she reminded herself, but god how she wanted him to reach around. Maybe cup her, pull her against his tan chest as he massaged. Rubbed down her stomach. Let a hand dive between her legs.

She felt his hands move down her lower back, then press out to the sides. Once on either side of her waist, his fingers tightened around it before they slid back to the center and she silently giggled, tickled by her sides.

Alex loved how her body jerked when he'd touch certain places; placed he'd have to commit to memory so he could imagine touching them later. But for now, this was enough. Well, almost. Once at the lowest part of her back, he swiveled his hands so his fingers were pointed down, then sent the tips into the top of her bikini. There was a pause as he waited to see if she'd jerk away, but she didn't move, so he traced them, feeling the gentle slope of her cheeks. Finally he removed them, then placed his hands on her waist and leaned in.

"All done," he said quietly, seductively, inches from her ear. This time he felt the shiver in her body as her shoulder shook once, and he wondered if it was out of pleasure or discomfort. When she turned, he figured it must have been pleasure, because the tiniest of smiles played on her delicate lips as she eyed him silently.

Yes, they were actually dancing on that fine line, and they both knew it. What they didn't know was that the other knew it.

Instead of heading straight for the pool, they each laid back and sipped their margaritas, feeling the rays of the sun. Penelope's body was aching for his hands again, her head fighting a war of the ages. She'd repeat all the reasons it was wrong, only to end up wondering what it would be like to kiss him.

Alex's mind was far beyond kissing. His eyes, hidden by sunglasses, freely travelled the length of her body, pausing on the tiny triangles that covered her tits, then slowly moving south, across her flat stomach to the triangle between her legs. He wondered what her sexual past was, only because he was curious what lay beneath the fabric. She obviously shaved her bikini line, but he wasn't sure what else. Of all the things they'd talked about, they'd never talked about any of her boyfriends, though he was sure she'd had plenty, as gorgeous as she was. So what was it, then? A strip? Bare? And if not, did it match the color of her hair?

Their margaritas emptied, his arousal was winning out. It was definitely time to hit the pool. Without asking her to join, he rose and walked to the edge of the deep center section, and dove in head first. The cool water stopped the beginnings of his erection just in time.

His head shot out of the water and he looked over at Penelope, grinning. "Feels good!" he called.

She laughed, and he watched her stand; watched how her body moved as she approached the pool. Watched how her breasts rose as her hands lifted above her head, then watched her perfect form as she dove into the water beside him.

They shared an early dinner, leftovers from the night before so Alex didn't have to waste time away from her by cooking, then remained outside. Penelope was stunned over how much she'd been drinking the past few days, but as long as Alex was on vacation, so was she. It made her smile as she finished off her fourth drink of the day, then looked up and laughed as she asked for one more.

"Coming right up," he said, leaping from the chair. He returned with two more drinks; this time gin and tonics. He sighed contentedly as he leaned back in his chair. "Are you having a good time?"

"You have no idea," Penelope responded happily. "I've never had a life like this. Never knew it existed. It's perfect."

"It's not always like this," Alex said. "Winter will come and you'll be busy with school. I'll be working. But it's nice to enjoy each other's company while we have the time, isn't it."

"Absolutely," Penelope agreed.

Sundown meant hot tub, and they both climbed in anxiously as the air chilled around them. They sat in the same seats, feeling the jets massaging them, heads back on the cushioned rest behind them.

"Are you happy?" Penelope asked out of the blue.

It took Alex by surprise. He knew she didn't mean it as anything deeper than today, as in, are you happy right in this moment. But it was a question he'd never been asked, and it made him think. He wasn't all that happy. He hadn't been happy in a long time.

"I'm happy right now," he said.

"You're not usually?" Penelope asked, bringing her head up to look at him.

Alex pursed his lips, shook his head. "Sometimes," he said. "I like what my life provides. I like that I have power, and that people respect me and want to know me. I work too much, but that's the cost of what I want. I always get what I want." He paused thoughtfully, thinking of the many things he'd wanted. A big house with people at his beck and call. A pool to throw wild parties at. Women. He was sharing more than he had ever shared in his life. "I think I spend a lot of time making other people happy."

"Hmm." Penelope left it at that.

Once dried off, they went into the house. After the hot tub, the air conditioning actually felt really good on Penelope's skin. She watched Alex disappear into a room off of the kitchen, then return wearing a white t-shirt and sweats. She looked down at herself and smiled. "I should probably get a little more decent."

Alex held up a finger and disappeared once more. He returned and tossed her a tee shirt. "Just throw that on," he said.

Penelope eyed it, shrugged, and pulled it over her swimsuit. It hung just low enough to cover her bikini bottoms, and the sleeves felt big and comfy, even though Alex was far from a big guy. She was just that skinny.

"Movie?" he asked, glad to see her in his shirt. He liked that her legs were completely bare of bottoms, and it was fun to imagine that she wore nothing underneath.

"It's a good routine we got down," she responded.

Alex grabbed a bag of popcorn and tossed it to her. She dutifully put it in the microwave while he pulled two beers out of the fridge. Once the popcorn bag was emptied into a metal bowl, they made their way into the living room and plopped down on the couch.

They sat as they had the previous night, with Alex's arm across the back of the couch. While searching through the On Demand menu, they decided on a movie and settled in under a blanket.

The movie was slow and not as entertaining as they'd expected. The beer emptied, the popcorn bowl on the table, Penelope began to nod off half way through. Alex felt her head fall against him and smiled warmly, finally letting his arm fall across her shoulder. He held her to him, her hair lightly dampening his shirt. The blanket had fallen enough that his hand could touch her bare arm, and he was content.

This is enough, he thought. If nothing more happened, it was enough that she had fallen asleep against him. Of course he longed for more; craved it. So maybe it wasn't enough. But it sure was nice. It was so different than what he was used to. Normally he would have initiated something immediately. As he'd said earlier in the hot tub, he always got what he wanted. He liked control. He liked telling a woman what to do and having her comply. And he still hoped they'd get there. But for now, this was nice.

When the movie ended, he adjusted just enough so she'd wake, and she looked up at him sleepily. "Movie's over," he said quietly. "You must have really enjoyed it."

"So much," Penelope said, barely registering her surroundings. It was amazing how a long day of nothing could wear her out like this, but right now she just wanted to fall back asleep. She especially wanted to fall back asleep against him, now that she knew that's what she'd done.

"Alright," he said, helping her to move. "Let's get you to bed."

He got her to her feet, ready to carry her if that was what she needed, but she managed to balance. Barely. So keeping his arm under her, he helped her up the stairs and into her room. He turned on the lamp on the bedside table and pulled the blankets to the very end of the bed while she stripped off her tee. The way she fell down onto the mattress made him chuckle. She'd just collapsed there, in her bikini.

Penelope heard him and rolled onto her back, giving him a sleepy grin. "What are you laughing at?"

"You," he said, then sat down on the bed beside her. He noticed she had goosebumps from the cool house, but he wanted a minute to look down on her. He brushed her hair with his fingers, tracing a line down her cheek until his hand landed on her bare shoulder. "Must have been a good day to leave you this exhausted."

"It was," Penelope agreed, her eyes hooded. She felt his hand squeeze her shoulder. "Mmm, that's nice."

Alex put his hand on her other shoulder. "What, this?" he asked, giving them both a simultaneous squeeze.

"Mmm," she moaned again, her eyes closing. "Yes."

He lifted her slightly so her head fell back, then put his thumbs up on her neck and applied pressure. There was another tiny moan, so she was still awake, though just barely. He massaged her neck, letting his fingers dig into her shoulders.

"You're good at that," Penelope said. Sleepy as she was, she didn't want him to stop. His hands were magic.

"Years of practice," Alex said. He was glad her eyes were closed so he could stare at her chest freely while his hands massaged her shoulders. "I just think about what I'd like, then do it."

Penelope thought for a second about what she liked. She liked his hands massaging her. She liked being touched on her bare skin. She'd liked him lotioning her back every morning, hitting spots that made her body jerk. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was their relationship. Maybe a combination of both, but she no longer wanted to sleep. She wanted this as long as she could have it.

"So what do you like?" she asked.

Alex couldn't believe she'd just asked that. She couldn't possibly mean it the way he'd read it, but at least it meant this could continue. He'd start small. "I like my shoulders massaged," he said as he worked her muscles, his thumbs digging into her tendons.

"Mmm, yes. Me too," Penelope said softly.

He moved his palms down so they rested just above the triangles of her bikini. "I like the pressure of a palm," he said. As his hands made circles, her breasts moved with them just below his wrists. It would be so easy to give them a brush . . .

"That's nice, too," Penelope agreed, loving how the weight pressed her into the mattress. She felt so relaxed, yet not quite as sleepy as she had been. Her body was waking up, and drawing attention to the worst possible areas. The areas she shouldn't even be considering.

Alex slid his fingers to the side so he could grip her upper arms and gave them a squeeze. "People pay way too much attention to the back and shoulders," he said. "It's overrated. Arms need it too."

"They do," Penelope said, melting a little more with his touch.

Alex knew he was pushing it, and there was no stopping it now. He worked down to her elbows, then let his hands slide naturally across her ribcage, inches below her breasts. He noticed her head roll as another moan escaped her lips, and smiled to himself. Yes, he was pushing it. But it was wanted.




Alex and Penelope Ch. 03



Author's Note: This is an erotic novel in many chapters. If you enjoy this chapter, I highly suggest checking my profile and starting from the beginning. This is my first time submitting to Literotica.com, and I appreciate you taking the time to read what I so enjoyed writing. Thank you.

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As promised, Alex had made breakfast. Penelope was in another new bikini, purposefully chosen this morning because it had strings. She hoped he'd remove it at some point. The food was already waiting on the table, but Alex was nowhere in sight, so she sat down and waited.

He came outside with a pitcher of orange juice, filled her glass, his, then set it on the table. Before he sat down, he leaned in and kissed her lips. "Good morning," he said.

Penelope smiled up at him. "Good morning," she responded, thrilled that it wasn't going to be strange now. It was morning, and he still liked her. He looked at her like a lover, not like the girl he'd taken in a week ago.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

"Very well," she responded. "You?"

"Oh, very well," he said slyly. His eyes travelled down to a new bikini he hadn't seen, pleased to find it was a string, only this one was black. It did wonders for the tan she'd accumulated over their days in the sun, her skin flawless, the triangle shaped with the curve of her breasts.

They ate their breakfast with less conversation than usual. Instead the silence was filled with furtive glances, each enjoying the sight of the other after what had been shared.

When finished, Alex cleared the plates while Penelope walked over to the chairs they usually sat on. She dropped her shorts just as Alex walked back out, and he paused, staring at her perfect ass. The ass he could now touch freely if he desired.

Penelope sat down and reached for the bottle of suntan lotion, but it was abruptly snatched up before she made contact. She looked at Alex with puzzlement to find him grinning. "Lay back," he said, squirting the cream into his hand.

Penelope did as she was told, watching him rub his hands together. He sat down beside her on the same lounger and rubbed it across her shoulders. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of him once more, glad that her night was continuing, her day taking on a new and welcome direction.

Alex worked his hands over her body, letting his fingers dip freely under the straps and into the triangles. He loved watching her squirm, hearing her try to suppress her moans. His vacation was going to be even more enjoyable than he'd imagined; and he'd spent much of the night imagining it all. They'd play again, very soon, but not until he'd spent the majority of the day teasing her.

His hands rubbed her stomach, then he lotioned her legs, starting with her feet. As he worked up the right leg, he could feel her stiffen in anticipation. He watched her face at exactly the right time; just as his fingers hit the hem of her bikini, and he was only on the side of her thigh. Grinning wickedly, he slid his hand around, tracing the line until his fingers were between her legs. She held her breath, but he didn't touch her where she was expecting. This was the tease.

He repeated with the other leg, then had her roll over. He took time massaging her back, then did the same with her legs. When he'd nearly finished, just to hear what noise she'd make, he let the tip of his middle finger dip into the edge of her bikini bottom between her legs. She gasped, loudly, and still he didn't touch her.

Alex patted her ass once, then stood to lotion himself. "Get my back?" he asked when she still hadn't moved.

Penelope rose, shocked she had the muscles to do so. She felt stunned. Stunned and aroused. Awkwardly, she took the bottle and lotioned up his back, then sat back down, at a loss.

She was so enjoyable! Alex loved her reactions; he'd savor them. The noises he could elicit over the smallest thing made everything so much more enjoyable. He could tell by looking at her that she didn't quite know what to make of anything, but that she wanted him badly. He wanted her just as bad, but he wanted the anticipation more. And when it finally happened, it would be magic. From there, he'd teach her everything. Everything.

The played in the pool, only this time they'd hold each other, sometimes kiss. Alex would push her against the wall and hold her there, staring into her beautiful blue eyes before placing his mouth on hers. He'd feel her body pressed against his; those cute little breasts against his chest as his tongue danced with hers. She'd run her fingers through his hair, and as inexperienced as she was, she was an amazing kisser.

In the afternoon, margaritas were made. They were slipping into a routine, though everyday something had been added. Penelope didn't want it to ever end, and wasn't looking forward to next week when it finally would. He'd have to go back to work. And then there was Claire. She'd be home in a little over two weeks. What then? And in a month she'd be attending classes. Then what would happen?

She couldn't dwell on it. Right now she needed to live in the moment, and in this moment, she was alone with Alex. She'd deal with next week when it came.

Alex played with her as much as he could. He'd lay out watching her amazing body, playing out everything he would eventually get to do. When he'd leave to refill their drinks, he'd lean in and kiss her, let his hand brush her breast. Each time she'd moan or gasp, every one of them sounding new and different.

At six, he ordered pizza. While having everyone out of the house was a good thing, he didn't want one minute away from the beautiful woman he had outside, and that meant he couldn't take the time to cook. She deserved more, but he was selfish.

After dinner while cleaning up, he escaped inside the office and booked a bed and breakfast out by a vineyard a few miles away. Once finished, he called Reuben to tell him to take his wife on a romantic getaway on his dime for the rest of the week. They'd been out again all day, but he didn't want them catching what he was doing. Sure, they'd seen him do a lot, even cheat on his first wife. But he wanted what he had with Penelope to remain sacred as long as he could.

Reuben was thrilled. While out on the patio, he saw them drive up to their house. They left an hour later with suitcases in tow.

The sun hadn't set yet, but the sky was turning orange. "You know what that means?" Alex asked Penelope, gesturing toward the horizon.

Penelope smiled. She loved their routine. "Hot tub time!" she cried, then sat up.

Alex followed behind over to the hot tub. As Penelope started to climb in, he gripped the string at the nape of her neck and pulled.

Penelope felt the tie release and whipped her head around to find Alex grinning slyly. She smiled, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. He stepped forward and pulled the ties apart, then quickly did the same with the ones on her back. The top cascaded to the tile at the edge of the tub. To cover herself, she climbed into the water without looking back and sunk down into the seat, the water up to her neck.

Alex climbed in, but didn't move to his usual spot. He approached Penelope, then lifted her to the side. He sunk down where she'd been sitting.

"Well, that wasn't very nice," she chided good naturedly.

"Probably not," he said, then gripped her again before she could make her way to another corner. "But this will be."

Maneuvering her onto his lap with her knees on either side of his legs, he kissed her deeply. She melted into him, draping her arms around his neck. Alex moved forward, using his hands underwater to get her to wrap her legs around him. Once there, he leaned back again, careful not to make her feet uncomfortable against the wall of the tub.

Penelope loved kissing Alex. She could do this for hours and never come up for air. She giggled as he'd nibble on her neck, moan when he sucked her earlobe. As he'd work his way down, she'd lean back to give him better access. She felt his hands grip her ass as he lifted her up so he could latch onto her breast and play with her nipples.

Alex alternated between them while she laughed, her voice like a bell. While nibbling her tits, he groped her ass cheeks, enjoying how they felt in his hands. Then he rose just enough to push her across the tub onto one of the higher shelves; still a seat, but not quite as deep. The water rose only just above her belly button, so he had a perfect view of her for what he'd planned next.

"Lean back," he said into her ear, physically moving her elbows so they rested against the tile behind. After a kiss, he moved away to see what this had achieved. Her chest was pushed out into the air, her chin low as she stared at him. He was still positioned between her legs. He loved how easily she complied. How he'd move her and she'd stay, waiting. She was entirely his to play with, and he was ready.

Placing his hands near her knees, he rubbed his hands up her thighs slowly, watching her face. Neither of them smiled; Penelope too into her wonder of what would happen to grin. Alex taking his time with every motion, watching her body for the smallest change. When he met the base of her hips, his thumbs pressed against her bikini-clad pussy and her chest rose with a deep inhale.

He lightly massaged her lips through the fabric, his eyes locked in hers. She seemed afraid to breathe, but didn't move, which was exactly what he wanted. Of course if she said no, he'd stop everything, but if she did move, he'd stop until she was still.

Sliding his hands around, he gripped the strings on either side of her hips and pulled. Once he had the bikini bottom released, he held it up to her, letting it dangle between them as evidence of what he'd done.

Penelope watched the bottoms swing, then it was launched aside. There was no turning back; not that she wanted to. But a hand would be where no other hand had been soon, she knew. No other hand than hers.

She felt his hands on her thighs again, slowly rubbing upward, and held her breath. When they met the top of her thighs, his thumbs touched her lips. Just this caused her head to fall back, feeling far too heavy to continue holding up. She wished she had a headrest, but the thought was quickly forgotten when his thumbs slightly parted her lips, the pressure of a jet hitting her just right.

Alex looked down through the water and smiled. Blond, as he'd hoped, though darker than her hair. And she did shave; just a tiny strip of hair covered her slit. She was perfect. He removed his thumbs so he could use one hand to part her lips. With the other, he traced his forefinger between them and her hips bucked against his hand as she let out a cry.

She definitely had never been touched like this; no woman that had would have had that reaction, and it thrilled him. His hands froze in place as he waited for her to relax. Once she had, he repeated. By the fourth time, he was able to rub down, then back up with only her moaning loudly in pleasure, and he smiled.

And god, she felt amazing. Even through the water, touching her folds was heaven. He'd have to do this again once they were dry; probably later tonight. But for now the water was good. It provided lubrication, his fingers able to move with ease. He was able to feel her arousal through the hood, the hard nub begging to be touched.

But that would have to wait.

Using his middle finger, he slid the tip slowly inside. He didn't want to go too far, lest her hymen be broken if it was still intact, so he was very careful, worried she'd jerk down. But she didn't. Her moans were softer now as she acclimated to his touch, and he traced her entrance, dipping in no further than to his first knuckle.

Penelope wanted that finger. She wanted him to move it in deeper. She wanted him inside, period, but right now he had his finger there, and it needed to be inside. Nothing had ever been inside. She had a vibrator, but she'd been too afraid to really use it. Now she wanted to be filled.

Alex removed his finger and placed his hands on her hips, gently urging her up. Once her pussy had crested the water, he held her there and sunk down. It was tricky, but he managed to get an arm around her back so she stayed there, the buoyancy of her body in the water helping. With his other hand, he was able to part her lips once more. Now he could see everything. Without further hesitation, he brought his mouth down and covered her.

Penelope brought her head up to see Alex's mouth between her legs. It shocked her at first, but when his tongue lapped, her head fell once more. She couldn't watch; it was too much. The sensation alone was too much, but oh, how good it was. His tongue alternated between drawing a line up and down, then moving around in circles. She'd never been in this sort of bliss, and she worried she'd lose consciousness.

Despite the water, Alex could taste her. Sweet, slightly tangy, absolutely sublime. He'd never really been one for going down on a woman, usually doing it more out of obligation, but he could do this all night. The view of her breasts was incredible; how they'd rise and fall with each moan. He had always enjoyed listening to the different moans he could elicit with different actions, and Penelope was no different. She was better.

He was hard as a rock, but he'd take care of himself later. Right now, he was going to take care of her. Using a finger, he was able to lift the hood and locate her clit. He stared at it for a moment, knowing what would happen. He wanted to savor the moment.

Finally, he brought his mouth back down, placing his lips directly on it and pinched them tightly together.

Penelope's hips bucked, she couldn't stop them. Her moan was more of a scream, but not of agony; far from it. Wave after wave of pleasure cycled through every muscle in her body as she climaxed. As soon as it was over, her elbows lost their grip and she crashed down into the water into Alex's arms.

He held her to him, kissing her neck as she panted against him. The reactions he was receiving was all the payoff he needed. Of course he needed his own release, but that was, surprisingly, only background. Holding her naked body against him as she calmed was all he wanted now.

"How are you?" he whispered into her ear.

"I . . ." Penelope began. How could she ever come up with the words? She felt alive and exhausted all at once. In Alex's arms, she never wanted to let go. "Wow," was all she could come up with.

She felt his chest move as he laughed. "That sums it up nicely," he said. "Shall we go inside."

Penelope nodded, finally releasing her grip. She was unsteady as she climbed from the hot tub, but with Alex's hand, she made it to her feet. He brought her a towel and wrapped her up in it, then grabbed his own. They dried off as much as they could outside, then walked into the house.

"Up for a movie?" he asked, not wanting to deviate from their routine.

"Of course," she said. "I'll just go up and get dre—"

Alex yanked her against him before she could get away. "No," he said strongly. "I want you naked."

Penelope looked up into his eyes, finding him serious. She nodded. "Okay."

Popcorn was popped, beers were retrieved, and they made their way into the living room. Penelope sat down on the couch, clutching her towel while Alex crashed down, still in his wet shorts beside her. He looked over and cocked his head. "Naked," he laughed. "I think that's what I said."

He removed her hands and unwrapped the towel. She had to tilt to the side to release it from under her, and she wondered if he really meant she'd have to sit here completely naked. She was relieved when he grabbed the blanket and covered the both of them under it.

Tonight it was a comedy, and they ate their popcorn and finished off their beers. Once the bottles were set aside, Alex grabbed Penelope's legs and swung them across his lap. She laid back against the armrest of the couch, watching him, the movie forgotten.

He parted her thighs so her right leg foot fell to the floor. Without looking at her, he pretended to be very focused on the movie as he let his fingers lightly trace her pussy, toying with the hair.

Penelope couldn't believe it was happening again, and while he was watching the movie! How he could focus was beyond her. All she could think about was what was going on under the blanket, and it was fantastic.

The remainder of the movie was spent exploring her folds once more, now wet from a different source. He didn't look at her once, but heard her moans, simply enjoying the power he had over her body. When the movie was over, he stopped, moved her legs and stood up.

Penelope didn't know what to think, but that wasn't saying she hadn't enjoyed it. He could play with her every second of the day. Frankly, she hoped he would. He held his hand out to her to help her up. She took the blanket with her as he brought her up to her room. When she laid down, he removed the blanket, and Penelope settled in for more playtime.

But Alex covered her with the blankets, leaned in and kissed her lips, then brushed her hair with his hands. "Sleep well," he said, then left the room.



Alex and Penelope Ch. 04



Author's Note: This is an erotic novel in many chapters. If you enjoy this chapter, I highly suggest checking my profile and starting from the beginning. This is my first time submitting to Literotica.com, and I appreciate you taking the time to read what I so enjoyed writing. Thank you.

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"So, in eighteen years, you really haven't done any of this?"

It was Saturday, and while he'd planned on doing by more by now, he was trying to get her used to just this. He knew the night in the hot tub had been a lot for her to take; she'd as much as told him so. He'd also learned it was the first time she'd ever had an orgasm.

He'd loved this, and he wanted to drag it out a bit longer since it was still so new to her. It was exciting playing with her for this reason, making it feel new to him as well. Her beautiful face told him everything as it would twitch and scrunch and relax. Her plump little mouth would vary from open to closed to her lower lip planted firmly in her teeth as she whimpered. And those sounds . . .

Thursday, he'd set out a picnic for her and they drank champagne under a tree on a blanket. After finishing their sandwiches, they'd laid out and kissed in the shade while he teased her body. Friday he'd only ever brushed her the whole day just to watch her reactions; see the hunger. See how far he could tease before she began to beg. She hadn't, but that could be taught, as well.

Aside from wearing the occasional shorts, there hadn't been one day yet that she hadn't been in a new bikini for him to take in, and today her top was a white tube with strings attached to a metal ring between her tits that wrapped around her neck. The bottoms matched, metal rings on each side.

"No," she said, sitting across from him in the cave. Their feet played with each other in the water. Penelope was still in a state of disbelief. It was hard to think that there was anyone else on the planet. It felt like just this house, the land, the pool . . . and she was lost in it.

Yesterday there had been a few playful moments, but they'd mostly relaxed. Penelope had wondered when something would happen, but that night he'd lain on the couch with her as they watched a movie just holding her, and when she'd retired to her bedroom, she realized that even that had been nice. Sure she wanted to do everything, but she was happy just being in his arms. Happy with what had happened thus far, even if it never happened again.

Though that wasn't entirely the truth. Still at night she feared Monday, when he'd return to work and have little time for her. She feared Claire's return from Fiji. He hadn't talked about her once, but when he'd shut her down the first time she asked, she knew he wasn't happy with her. If he was, they wouldn't be doing what they were doing. It was easy during the day to forget that Claire existed, but at night she had to swallow the guilt.

Because she knew she was falling in love with him.

"I'm sorry," Alex said through a laugh. "It's just too shocking to me! So, again, nothing."

"Just up here," Claire said, gesturing with her hands across her chest. She liked that above all else, their ease around each other hadn't changed. Even when he wasn't touching her, she still enjoyed his company immensely.

Alex swam across and hooked his thumbs into the metal rings at her hips, pulling her body against him. He still couldn't get over how small she felt in his arms. She was so different than the women he'd been with over his life. While the sizes varied, one constant had always remained; they were usually curvy with fake tits. All the women in his world had bought upgrades, either themselves to be noticed by rich men, or by boyfriends or husbands. Most looked like playboy models—hell, at least a quarter of them had been in some adult industry.

Penelope's body was soft and completely natural. But what really did it for her was she had no clue just how sexy she was. Her trepidation was entirely erotic; her eyes wide and wanting each time he'd brush her skin, each time like he'd never touched her before.

"And you?" he asked, yanking on the rings until her pelvis was against his, her legs sliding around his back. "What have you done to the boys?" he sang teasingly.

"Still nothing," she sang, her eyes up in innocence. She sighed. "If you haven't noticed, I don't know what I'm doing. Every time I thought about it, I'd get so scared I thought I'd be sick."

"Scared of a cock?"

His blunt, crass word shocked Penelope, and she blushed in turn. "No . . . I mean, maybe a little," she stammered. That had been a part of it; she'd only ever seen pictures. Mostly she hadn't known how to initiate, or what to do when it actually happened. "I'm not afraid of . . . it, really." She found she couldn't even say the word. "More afraid that I'd screw something up."

Alex laughed. "Trust me. You couldn't screw anything up," he assured her. It was astounding to him that she was so inexperienced, and while he wondered a little if he was taking advantage of it, he cared about her more than he could admit to himself now. While he wanted to train her; play with her in every way he could possibly imagine and mold her into his personal little sex goddess, he had to take things slow or what they'd built would be lost.

Leading her with those little hoops, he pulled her back until she straddled him in a seat. His grotto was perfect for exploration; its intended use. Reluctantly, he released his fingers from the rings, wishing all her bikinis had handles like this. He kissed her while unhooking her right arm from around his neck and held it against his chest. He needed a few moments to mentally prepare himself so he'd be hard against her hand. He hadn't masturbated last night, so it wouldn't take too much.

He thought about all the things he wanted to teach her to do; how he wanted to teach her to obey his every wish and command, as he knew she would. The idea of molding her into a hungry slut, available at his beck and call whenever he wanted, sent the blood into his cock. He'd had hungry sluts do whatever he ordered, but this was different. The other women had just been sluts. Penelope would be his slut.

Slowly, he brought her hand down until it rested on his erection over his swim trunks. She stopped the kiss and pulled back from his mouth, her little lips parted, eyes wide. Pressing her hand down firmly, he held it there, keeping his eyes in hers. "Just feel it," he urged. When he was sure she would, he removed his hand and hooked his finger back through the ring at her hip.

Penelope felt it, all right, hard against her hand. It took her a second to move, but when she did, she felt its length and girth, finding it was bigger than she'd expected. How stupid, she thought. With nothing to compare it to, she'd never known what to expect. But it sure felt large. She didn't know what to do; she didn't even want to look at Alex while she did it, but had nowhere else to look. When she glanced down, she could see her hand on his trunks through the water. She thought maybe it would be easier if she could see what she was doing, but she had to deal with it. This was where they were.

Alex was enjoying her trepidation immensely, serving as a constant reminder that she was inexperienced. She met his eyes, clearly wondering what she should do, which was fine. Alex liked taking the lead.

"Slide your hand in," he urged, wanting her to do it herself. Half the fun was making her do it. He was glad she wasn't an initiator. It gave him complete control of her.

Penelope brought her hand up and dipped her fingers in the elastic. Her hand slid down his length, fingers feeling his shaft until she met the base. His penis was longer than her hand from middle finger to wrist, she knew that much. She continued down until she could cup his sack, and took it in her hand. She looked up at Alex for approval.

His eyes were hooded, his mouth turned in a small grin, so she must be doing something right. This gave her the encouragement she needed to feel around. She let her fingers wiggle, feeling the two distinct balls.

Alex was pleased. It wasn't so much what she was doing, as it was that she was doing it. Her hand was awkward, but it was her hand. Her tiny fingers feeling their way around. He'd been aching for them all week.

Penelope brought her hand back up and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Without squeezing, her thumb didn't even meet her middle finger, and his girth scared her. She'd fantasized about her first time with him, but now she had no clue how something this large would ever fit. With a squeeze though, she could make contact, and Alex breathed a low ah as she did this. So a squeeze was a good thing.

It was a little awkward doing this while sitting on his knees; no matter how she tried, she couldn't seem to get a good angle. She rubbed up, then back down, as she felt she should do. After a few repetitions, her fingers met the base of his head. She wanted to feel it, and found it smooth and round.

Alex noticed how her brows furrowed as she looked down at the water. Her frustration was charming, but she was right. A hand job in the cool water wouldn't cut it; it took far more stimulation and excitement for him to fuck in the grotto than just this. Not that he was going to fuck her; not today.

He reached down and pulled her hand from his trunks.

"I'm not doing it right," she said in disappointment.

Perhaps this hadn't been the best place to start. It would take a bit more to get her started again now that she felt she'd done something wrong.

He pulled her against him and kissed her passionately. "You're doing it exactly right," he assured her. "I just think this might be easier out of the water."

Penelope was relieved, but still felt inadequate. He lifted her with him as he stood in the shallow water, then carried her out into the sunlight.

When they climbed out of the pool, he took her hand so she'd follow him. This was far from over. He led her to the lounge chair, then sat down on it. As he lay back, he patted the side and she dutifully sat down. He pulled the top of his trunks down, releasing his hard cock, then looked at her.

Penelope's eyes were wide as she stared at it, which made him smile. He'd received similar reactions and been complimented on his size. He knew he didn't have the biggest cock on the planet, but it was bigger than average. When she finally looked up at him, he put his eyes on his dick with a gesture from his head that said, get to it.

Penelope trailed the tips of her fingers along its length, feeling the textures. The head was soft as silk to her touch. The shaft was still soft, but had veins that protruded, creating little speed bumps all the way down. She wrapped her fingers around the base and slid them up. Back down, then up again.

Alex watched her face as she studied her work, her lower lip firmly between her teeth. Her concentration was endearing. It felt good, but again it was more that she was doing it that made him excited. It was abundantly obvious that she'd been honest in saying she'd never done this before, but it still felt wonderful, as anything would. Eventually she'd be a rock star.

Penelope tried very hard to listen for signals; anything to clue her in. She'd rub, then squeeze, then move slow, then fast. But as hard as she concentrated, Alex gave her nothing. She was starting to feel discouraged.

While enjoying her hand, Alex watched her mouth, and he wanted in. Hands felt great, but mouths felt better, and knowing her mouth had never had a cock in it was thrilling. He could think of nothing else while her hand kept him hard. Nothing but teaching her how to suck him. He imagined splashing her face with his seed, and knew he could put it of no longer.

Alex abruptly sat up, surprising Penelope. She removed her hand and lowered her chin as she watched him reach over across to the other lounge chair. He pulled one of the cushions from it and flung it down on the patio between the chairs.

"Let's make this a little easier," he told her, then grabbed her hips. He helped her move down onto the cushion, then draped his legs over the side of the chair. "Get on your knees."

Penelope's heart was pounding in her chest as she brought her knees under herself, then realized that was the purpose of the cushion. She sat on her feet as she watched Alex stand and drop his trunks to the ground. He stepped out of them, naked before her, then stood directly in front of her.

Oh, the way she looked up at him. Her eyes, so wide in wonder. He couldn't help but smile down at her, his cock a foot away from that mouth he craved. He gripped it, stroking it with his thumb, watching as her eyes darted up, then back down.

He took a small step forward and ran his fingers through her wet hair with his free hand. He smiled. "Open your mouth," he said softly.

She froze, then slowly lowered her jaw, her eyes locked in his.

It was perfect. She was perfect, doing exactly as he asked. He guided his cock to her open lips and ran the tip across her lower one. She stayed perfectly still, maybe from shock or fear; he couldn't say why. But he liked it.

Alex's cock traced her lips as he guided it with his hand. It was surprising to Penelope that she was actually eager for this, however scared. She had no idea what to do, so it was good that he was doing it so far, so she stayed still and felt the smooth skin against her parted lips.

Her mouth was barely open as he fed the head of his cock into her mouth, as slowly as possible. The feel of her lips as they parted further, opening little by little, was better than he'd thought. Again, it was probably just because it was her. Once his cockhead had disappeared into her mouth, her lips instinctively closed around his shaft. As he saw her cheeks hollow with suction, he grinned. What a good little cocksucker.

While still rubbing his thumb mindlessly over his shaft, he relished in the warmth of her wet mouth, then felt her tongue move. It ran a circle over the top, which surprised him. He hadn't expected her to do much this first time. Petting her head, he pulled out, watching her lick her lips once free.

Penelope looked at his penis, shiny across the tip. It hadn't been unpleasant at all. It had actually been nice. There had been a slight salty taste, but it had been soft in her mouth, however large. She kept her eyes on it, watching as he stroked himself and taking mental note of what he was doing for later. Most of the word was done with his thumb, and it was rougher than she'd thought she could get away with. She figured she didn't have to be gentle after all. She'd know that for next time.

When he guided it toward her mouth again, she opened for him freely before it ever made contact with her lips, feeling like she now knew what do to. Once it was inside, she closed her mouth and sucked, this time a little harder than before. She was too afraid to look up at him now, so she lightly closed her eyes and focused on what she thought she should do. It was awkward to say the least, but she moved her tongue around.

It was then that she noticed there were signals other than noises. When her tongue was still, his hand simply rested in her hair. As she'd circle it, he'd grip the roots between his fingers, which had to be a good thing. It sure felt good. She wanted to be grabbed and moved and pushed and pulled. Touched everywhere. She wanted to be what he wanted; to do what he asked, and do it well.

A few seconds later, she felt her mouth filling as his penis pushed further in. It tickled, not quite at the back of her throat, thank god, but close. Her hair was gripped as he pulled an inch out, then pushed back in, a little harder, a little deeper.

Alex was extremely careful with her, only because he knew that someday, in the near future, he wouldn't be. He wanted to make this first experience pleasant so he could work with her later, and she'd be eager to please. This was just the beginning.

Barely moving an inch in and out, he let her suck as she explored with her tongue, even though it would never make him cum. It felt great, no doubt, but it would take a lot more than this to achieve a release. And fuck, he wanted to release. He was extremely hard, which was a major part of it, but mostly he wanted to cum with her. On her. In her.

After a while, he finally decided that they'd done enough for now, and pulled himself from her mouth.

She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for whatever was next. But he bent down and grabbed his trunks, stepping into them. Her brows furrowed as she watched him cover himself, then sit down. She knew enough to know that he should have cum.

"I'm not that good," she said out loud, defeated.

Alex froze in surprise, then felt terrible. He hadn't meant to make her feel bad. He'd been trying to be careful. It didn't matter to him that she wasn't all that great; she would be eventually. He bent down and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up until he could lay back on the chair with her against him.

"You're amazing," he assured her, kissing her forehead. "It takes practice, and I guarantee you, we will practice."

***

That evening after dinner, Alex decided to skip the hot tub and suggested they head in for a movie. He'd thought this through all afternoon now, and was sure of his decision. He'd still enjoy himself with her without any of this, but he couldn't help but want to mold her into his plaything. And so far, she'd been absolutely willing. He knew she wanted everything, even though he didn't think she could truly comprehend what everything meant yet.

So after mixing up two large drinks, he brought her into the living room. Penelope sat down on the couch and grabbed the blanket, still in her bikini, though it was dry, as was her hair now. She took a large gulp of her gin and tonic, thinking about how much of a drinker she'd become, watching as Alex opened a cabinet built into the wall. It was full of DVD's, and he pulled one out and popped the case.

He put the disc into the player, then sat down with the remote on the far end of the couch. He took a large swig of his drink as he flipped the TV on, then started the disc.

Penelope's eyes widened as she took in the menu. Girls speckled the screen with options as she watched the cursor highlight to chapters. When he settled on one, it was clicked, and as the image appeared on the screen, it was immediately paused.

She felt his hand rest on her knee and looked over at him.

"I thought this might be fun for a few minutes," he said. He thought maybe it would give her a little courage, show her what to do. Judging by her expression, she was nervous, but open to it. He'd known she would be; she was putty in his hands.

He pushed play.

Penelope watched a bleached blond open her mouth, her eyes wide at the camera. A penis appeared just in front of her mouth as a man stepped into view. She stroked it roughly before taking it into her mouth, still working her hand on the shaft as she sucked and bobbed her head. The volume was loud, and her moans nearly shook the room. The man's hands wove in her hair, gripping the roots while she worked him vigorously.

Alex glanced over at Penelope and was pleased to find he'd been right. She was studying it closely, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration. She was trying to learn. It was exactly what he'd wanted. He'd teach her a lot of things, but this was something he didn't want to have to order. It was easier for her to learn by seeing it. After they'd finally had sex, she'd get used to him telling her what to do, but this was breaking her in gently.

"What do you think?" Alex asked.




Alex and Penelope Ch. 05



Author's Note: This is an erotic novel in many chapters. If you enjoy this chapter, I highly suggest checking my profile and starting from the beginning. This is my first time submitting to Literotica.com, and I appreciate you taking the time to read what I so enjoyed writing. Thank you.

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Alex lifted his watch from the patio floor to check the time. It was almost four, and they'd relaxed in the sun alone together for the last time.

"I made dinner reservations," he said, reaching over to her chair to take her hand. "Feel like letting me take you out?"

"Sure," she replied, though she felt mixed emotions. It was their last day together before he'd be busy with work again, and she'd hoped they'd spend the whole day playing naked. Instead they'd barely touched; only a few brushes here and there, or an application of sunscreen. She was a little disappointed that they'd be going out instead of staying in to play, but mostly she was disappointed that this week had come to an end. Everything would change now, and she wasn't ready for it.

"Why don't you go shower and get ready," Alex suggested. "We'll leave here at five thirty."

Penelope agreed and left the patio. Alex followed so he could clean up and dress. He wasn't too thrilled about a few hours of her in real clothing, but he figured he'd been a real jerk not taking her out somewhere nice this entire week. And he had an evening planned. And the evening started the moment she'd enter her room.

He'd ordered something for her the day after their shopping trip, and when mixing a drink, he'd taken the box up to her room and laid it on her bed.

When Penelope entered her room, a lilac box sat on the foot of her bed, wrapped in a white bow. She smiled in confusion as she walked over it and saw it had a folded white card. Lifting the top, there was a note.

Saw you look at this when we were out. It was wasted on a mannequin, so it had to be yours. Hope you like it.

Alex

Penelope untied the bow and lifted the lid. White tissue was held together with a gold embossed sticker, a name she didn't recognize scrawled in black. The tissue ripped as she pulled the sides away.

Inside was the pink and black polka-dot lingerie she'd seen in the shop downtown. Her jaw dropped as her fingers trailed across the satin, the softest fabric she'd ever felt. The cups had an underwire, and she pulled the tag from the back to look at the size. 32B. Exactly what she wore.

She left it there to take a shower, and couldn't stop thinking about it while she cleaned. She'd never owned anything that could be considered sexy, and the word didn't scratch the surface of how she felt about the lingerie. Once dried off, she walked naked into her bedroom and pulled out the panties.

They fit perfectly, so soft and smooth against her skin. She turned in the mirror to admire how the thin fabric enhanced the curve of her ass. The panties alone made her feel luxurious. She was hastier with the bra, and once she had the back clasped, she found it fit her like a glove. The tops were more squared than curved, and the wire pushed her breasts up high on her chest, making them look the size of baseballs.

She walked back over to the box and found more pieces, then remembered the mannequin. Black sheer thigh highs with lace at the tops, along with the suspenders. She undid the eyehooks and wrapped the suspenders around her hips, then worked the sheers up her legs. They attached to buttons on the elastic that hung down.

Penelope returned to the mirror. She looked like a pinup model straight out of a Vargas watercolor, only even sexier. She turned this way and that, looking over all angles. Finally she went to the closet, feeling it was a shame to cover up the luxurious lingerie.

Once in a black cocktail dress she'd bought from the first store they'd entered, she slipped into black pumps, knowing they must look wrong. They hadn't been shoe shopping, and these were from her graduation and the nicest shoes she owned, but she still hoped no one would be looking at her feet.

She met Alex downstairs in the foyer. He wore a black jacket and white shirt, black slacks; no tie. He looked like he'd stepped off the cover of a GQ magazine, and when he met her eyes, he grinned.

Penelope looked stunning. The dress hugged her, then flared slightly at the hips, sashaying with each step. Her hair was half up in a twist with curls cascading down over her shoulders. She put the Real Housewives of the neighborhood to shame, even though she seemed unsure of herself. In his eyes, that made her better than the whole lot of them.

Ben was waiting by the town car and held his breath when he saw Penelope step out of the house. Tonight had been the first time he'd been called all week, as Reuben had told him Alex was on vacation and wouldn't need his services. He watched Alex escort her to the car with jealousy. She was the same beauty, only more magnificent now.

Yes, he'd definitely have to try and get her in the sack. He couldn't wait until he'd be driving her to school every day in a few weeks. He'd be alone with her, free to hit on her without his boss—her godfather—giving him the evil eye for it.

They pulled up at the restaurant and walked up an honest to god red carpet to the door. The valets in uniform smiled at Penelope and bowed their heads, and for the first time, Penelope felt like she fit in here. She wasn't just the little naïve girl from her tiny town anymore. She was a part of this life.

Dinner was like a dance. There were no prices, the menu straight forward. The restaurant offered three different five-course meals with wine pairings for each dish. Four people waited on them alone. One carrying wine, another carrying the dish. The second Penelope would put her fork down, a waiter would silently appear and sweep her plate away while another wiped the tablecloth free of crumbs or spills with a metal slate, while another had the next dish at the ready.

Rinse and repeat.

"I've never seen anything like this," Penelope commented over the coordination. It was amazing; she didn't feel like she was even being watched, but someone had to be orchestrating the dance. She sipped her wine, then took a bite of her filet mignon. Just as with the salad, the soup, the pasta with chanterelles, the wine complimented and enhanced the taste.

Alex couldn't have been happier. It was nice to be with someone who appreciated this, rather than bitched and moaned over stupid little things like a waiter taking a split second too long with the next dish, or commenting on a couple nearby who didn't have any class. He watched with delight as Penelope delicately cut tiny bites and brought them to her mouth, how she sipped her wine, her motions elegant and still unsure.

And he couldn't stop thinking about later.

She deserved this. She'd been magnificent. When he'd bought her a car for her sixteenth, he'd done so out of guilt like an absent parent making up for the time he'd been unable to spend with her as she grew up. When he'd offered to pay for her college, he'd done so because he knew her parents couldn't and he owed it to them, and her, as her godfather. When he'd offered to let her come live with him, he'd been looking forward to the rare minutes he'd get to spend knowing the little girl he'd adored before his busy life and second wife took him away. When he'd first caught sight of her outside of his estate, he'd felt dumbstruck, as this wasn't the little girl he'd remembered, this was a young woman. When he'd seen her in her yellow bikini, he'd admonished himself for thinking of her as a woman instead of his goddaughter.

Then he'd touched her body, and she'd enjoyed his touch. Now he thought of her as a woman he wanted to bed for as long as she'd let him, and he hadn't even had sex with her. He thought about what they'd done thus far and contrasted it to the woman sitting across the private table from him. She was blossoming into exactly what he wanted from her.

A lady on his arm and a whore in the bedroom.

It would take a while, but he still looked forward to training her, and again, he couldn't believe his luck. Not only had this pure, virgin beauty come to live with him, but she wanted him in return. He'd been wanted, and he'd wanted, but nothing could touch what he had on the horizon with Penelope.

It was eight thirty when they returned to the car and Ben drove them home. Alex was careful to sit far away from Penelope so no one would suspect anything. His staff had seen him behave as a playboy; seen him cheat on his first wife, seen the plethora of women between his marriages. The naked women during his pool parties. Ben had been witness to Alex having sex in the back of the car more times than he could count on both hands.

But Penelope was sacred. He wasn't hiding her, or maybe he was, for now. He looked forward to the day he wouldn't have to hide it, but even then, he couldn't imagine mauling her in the back of the car like he'd done with others.

At least not for a while.

After dropping them off, Ben returned to his own car and left for home, thinking about Penelope the entire way.

Alex shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a hanger in the coat closet off the foyer, then turned to Penelope. "Why don't you head up to your room and change," he said, adding the perfect amount of implication into his voice of what he expected. "I'll be up in a few minutes."

So, no movie tonight, Penelope thought happily, and hurried up the stairs knowing that they'd be playing tonight in her room. She had no idea what to expect, but she couldn't wait to feel him. His hands on her skin, maybe his penis in her mouth again. Maybe they'd fall asleep together in her bed.

Alex stood in the study watching the clock. He'd been wondering if he should grab a condom from his room, but knew she was on the pill. He'd seen the case in her bathroom a few days back, and teasingly asked her why a virgin was on birth control. She'd blushed and told him her mom had got her on it when she was sixteen just to be safe, and she'd stayed on it because she liked how it regulated her body. He'd laughed as she explained how nice it was to "only go through . . . that" every three months.

So, no condom. Unless she asked for one, and he'd absolutely comply. Her first time would need to be special. He only hoped that if she had reservations that he could keep them at bay and talk her into it. He'd been able to think about little else for a week, and once he'd made up his mind that it would be tonight, there was no going back.

Only a firm no would keep this from happening.

Exactly five minutes later, Alex walked up the stairs. Her door was open and he stepped into the frame.

Penelope stood at the foot of the bed in the lingerie, as he'd hoped, looking more beautiful than he'd even imagined. Bikinis were one thing. Expensive lingerie was quite another. If he could ever figure out a way to make it happen, she'd never wear anything else again. But for now—right now, she was a vision. Her hands were at her sides, and he could see that she was nervous standing there in full view by the way her fingers wiggled at her thighs. Her head was ducked low as she stared at him through her eyebrows, but her face was the last thing he was looking at.

The pink bra with black polka dots kept her breasts firm and round, not that they weren't firm already with how young she was. The cups pushed them high. Below, her tiny stomach was just as firm and now with a stunning tan. Where her hips slightly flared, the fabric of the suspenders began, drawing lines down the front of her thighs until they clasped the black lace. There was a sliver of skin between the belt and her matching panties. Though her legs were pressed together, there was a tiny triangle between her legs of air where her thighs never met.

Penelope watched Alex stare, saw how his eyes slowly travelled her body. She felt as good as naked, but didn't dare move. She'd spent the last five minutes trying to figure out where to be, and had decided to stand here. She wouldn't move until he did.

Alex unclasped his cufflinks and set them on the dresser near the door. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, taking his time so he could continue to stare at her as long as he could like this. He'd always found it amusing that lingerie's sole purpose was to be removed, so he wanted this image imprinted in his memory.

Once his shirt was off, he carefully laid it across the top of the dresser, then made his approach. When he reached her, he placed his hands on her cool shoulders and felt her shiver with his touch. Letting his hands trail down to take hers, he kissed her cheek softly. "I can't honestly recall the last time I was stunned by such beauty," he said, and he meant it.

Penelope blushed, she knew, her cheeks filling with heat. Her eyes met the floor in hopes he wouldn't notice and think of her as ridiculous. She felt one hand slide around to her back, her chest meeting his. He used the other to brush her hair behind her head, then kissed her neck tenderly. It was amazing how her hair never tickled her unless he was the one moving it.

Alex bent his knees as his hands rubbed their way down to her ass. He lifted her up into his arms, her arms and legs wrapping around him, and carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down on top of the blankets. His movements slow, he walked from post to post, untying the drapes around the bed. They were alone in the house, but he wanted the bed to be the only world that existed. As he walked back around, he pulled them shut, catching glimpses of her sprawled on the bed in her lingerie as he did so. Once back to the original side, he climbed onto the bed and shut the curtains behind him.

Closed off, Penelope felt like a princess. A bed with curtains like this was regal. They were a crème color and thin enough that the well lit room kept the bed glowing, though it softened the harsh lights. It felt private and intimate, as though they were the only ones that existed in the world.

Still sitting up, Alex brushed the back of his hand across her cheeks. So innocent. So beautiful. He let his hand trail down her neck, then turned it so his fingers could trace the upper curve of her left breast. The bra did wonders in really accentuating them; something the mannequin just couldn't convey. He let his fingers trail a line between them and down her sternum. He continued the line down to the suspender belt, flattened his hand, then rubbed it firmly back up.

He'd never really taken this much time before, but with Penelope, he wanted to savor every moment. Her skin was silky smooth. His fingers met the wire of the bra and he left his hand there, then bent in to kiss her.

When his lips left her mouth, he kept his forehead against hers. Penelope felt his hand travel across the top of her left breast, then his fingers cupped inward. They traced the top of the bra from center on out, then hooked into the strap. He pulled it from her shoulder, then rose to look down at her again. She loved the way he looked at her. She never wanted his eyes to leave her body.

The strap gone on one side looked so good, Alex did the same with the other. His fingers traced small circles over her skin until he finally had to see. He pulled the cup down from her left breast. Her nipple was hard, her tiny areola still holding the same magic as the first time he'd seen them exposed. He brought his lips down and kissed her nipple, then cupped her breast and began to suck.

Penelope moaned, her legs writhing in pleasure as Alex's hot mouth worked her breast. The first time had been wonderful, but this felt special. It was the atmosphere, she decided. The dinner. The sexy lingerie.

After giving her other nipple some special attention, Alex decided the bra needed to come off. He took her arms and wrapped them around his neck, holding them in place to help pull her up. He only let go when he was sure she'd hang on, then deftly unclasped the back. He kissed her as he lowered her back down on the mattress, then left her mouth to watch her body. Slowly he pulled the bra from her and flung it to the far corner of the bed.

He played with her for a long time; much longer than he'd thought he would, but he couldn't help himself. Her tits were too mouthwatering to stop, let alone the noises he'd get when he'd do something like pinch or bite. It amazed him that he was entertained by this alone when he had far more entertaining things coming.

Finally he kissed a trail down her stomach, sliding along the bed as he did so until he was sitting by her knees. He unbuttoned the elastic suspenders. One by one, he pulled the sheers from her legs, feeling her smooth hairless skin as he did so.   The actual belt posed a problem. "Roll over," he said softly, urging her with his hand. Penelope rolled onto her stomach. He was taking so much care with everything; anyone else and he'd be ripping the items from their body. Each hook was done as an individual until he'd released all six of them. He pulled the sides down and spent time rubbing her back, letting his hands glide over her ass and grasp her cheeks.

When he helped her roll back over, he toyed with the top of her panties. Without him saying a word, she lifted her ass from the bed and he quickly pulled them down to her knees. With the drop of her back, her feet went up and he worked them off, sending them to join the rest of the items.

Now she was completely naked, and he spent a minute or so just staring at her. The next few minutes he ran his hands over her skin; her breasts, her waist, her sides, her hips, her thighs. Finally he urged her legs apart and cupped her pussy in his hand.

"Ahhh," Penelope moaned, her back arching. She closed her eyes to just feel the warmth of him there. Then his fingers moved, his hand gently rubbing. She couldn't stop her head from moving in gentle circles with each motion he made, his touch still shocking and sublime. She didn't foresee a time when she'd ever get over his hand there.

Alex let his hand slide all the way down and under the mattress until his thumb was poised at her entrance. He slowly dipped it inside, finding she was already slick with her juices. He didn't know if it was there, but he wanted to find out. Leading with the pad of his thumb, he quickly met a thin, flexible membrane. In the center was the hole that would allow it to tear once he'd entered her, so he didn't push any further. He knew hymens could be broken by anything, even falling wrong on the seat of a bicycle. But hers intact not only confirmed her virginity, it confirmed that not even her own fingers had explored herself.

That would be another thing he'd have to teach her. He wanted to watch her masturbate, and would, eventually.

He played with her folds, using her own juices as lubrication. She'd moan and writhe and wriggle and cry, hold her breath, then gasp. He took his time with this, as well, enjoying the reactions he was getting. It was important to take his time here so she'd be ready for him.

When Penelope felt his hand leave, her eyes opened and she caught him removing his pants. She sat up on her elbows. "Oh," she said, ready for the next part. The part where she played with him. He was out of them now and let them fall off the side of the bed. She could see his erection through his black boxer-briefs, and reached out. "Let me—"

"No," Alex said, shaking his head. "Tonight is about you. Lay back."

Penelope was surprised, but not displeased, not by a long shot. He was still going to play with her, and she was so wet and aroused, she wanted to feel an orgasm at his hands or mouth once more. She lay back and watched him climb over, positioning his knees between hers.




Alex and Penelope Ch. 05



When he kissed her, she felt his weight, though he was obviously careful with it; not that he could have weighed all that much. His fingers ran through her hair, his kisses more passionate than ever before. It was hard to catch her breath, and she only could in the quick moments where he'd kiss down her neck before returning to her mouth. She kept her arms wrapped tightly around him, the skin of his back soft against her hands.

She was in heaven.

Alex kissed down her neck until his mouth was near her ear. "What do you want, Penelope?" he whispered. He hoped she'd say it herself, but if not, he had other ways of suggesting.

"I'm not . . ." Penelope said through ragged breathing. "I want this," she finally settled on.

"Yes," Alex agreed, taking her earlobe into her teeth. He listened to the moan, then released it. "But what to you want?"

It hit Penelope then what was happening. What was being offered . . . maybe. Was it? She couldn't figure it out. But no sooner than the thought crossed her mind than she'd made it up. She wanted him. She wanted him to make love to her. Her heart nearly choked her as it dawned on her that it could happen tonight. She felt hot, unable to even ask for it, especially if he didn't want to. Of course, he probably did want to, but how could she be sure?

"I . . ." she began. She couldn't say it. "I want you," she finally breathed, with special emphasis on you.

Alex smiled to himself. She wanted him, and the way she'd said it, she wanted him inside of her. She wanted her first to be him. He hadn't imagined she'd say no, but he'd played out every possible scenario. He'd considered what he'd say if she hesitated. He'd even considered what it would mean if she had given the firm no he dreaded; how it might make things awkward from here on out.

But she hadn't said no to anything else, and she wasn't saying no now. He wondered if she ever would. He'd work his hardest to find out.

He rolled off of her and worked his underwear off, then immediately rolled back on. He was too afraid she'd change her mind, though he also couldn't act too quickly. It was a delicate balance. He kissed her some more, only this time, he let his hard cock rub against her.

For her benefit, he looked down at her and quietly asked, "Are you sure?"

Penelope considered for a second, then bit her lip. She'd never felt so sure of anything. She nodded, never leaving his eyes.

Alex reached between them and positioned himself. Once in place, he brought his hands back up to either side of her head, staring into her eyes. He wouldn't leave those eyes again until they'd finished. He could see her fear now and smiled kindly. "Just relax," he said. "I wouldn't dare hurt you."

Penelope focused all her energy on relaxing, though the muscles in her legs ached, trying to close without her permission. She planted her lower lip between her teeth to brace herself; he was far too large to ever make it. It all seemed impossible.

Slower than he'd ever moved in his life, Alex pressed into her. Almost immediately her eyes slammed shut and she cried out in pain. He felt her fingers dig into his back and held deadly still as she rode it out. It took a few seconds, but the sound stopped and her eyes slowly eased open as she sucked in a deep breath. He pet her head gently, finding tiny beads of sweat had accumulated at her hairline.

"It hurts," she sobbed.

"Only for a minute," he said soothingly, then kissed her lips. "Just for a minute, then I promise you, it will feel good.

A single tear fell from her right eye and Alex's heart broke. But he knew that in a few minutes she'd be begging for more. This was to be expected. This was what made it so exciting, and thank god he was her first. Some shitty teenager would have rushed things. He wiped it away with his thumb, then eased a little deeper.

It was slow going; her muscles did not want to allow him entry. But once his head made it through her outer muscles, he'd be home free. He had to move a little faster now; Penelope was on the verge of telling him to stop, he could tell by the look on her face and the noises she was making.

So without further ado, he pushed with a little more force, ignoring her painful cry, until his head was in.

And holy fuck, what a feeling. It was probably because she wasn't relaxed, not by any stretch of the imagination. But she had the tightest pussy he'd ever entered. Her muscles gripped him like a vice and they'd spasm, trying to expel the foreign object.

"We're there," he breathed, his voice hoarse. "You're doing great."

"Mhmm," Penelope moaned bravely with the nod of her head. She hurt so badly, and didn't believe him when he said it would feel good. But people must like it or they wouldn't do it. She knew the first time would be painful, so she just had to get through this. Unfortunately, this was ruining everything that had happened up until now.

Alex was losing her, and he knew it, so he gave up offering encouragement and began to slowly push in deeper. It was thrilling, no matter how much he ached for Penelope, who was doing so well. She'd gone from first base to home in less than a week, so it must be a shock.

He pulled gently back, then pushed in. His motions were slow, but he was fucking her. It felt too fucking incredible to stop. As noted before, it would only take that firm no to make him stop, and he hadn't received it yet. He still watched her face, the creases, her eyes held firmly shut. She still looked beautiful, especially because this is what she looked like losing her virginity. Losing it to him. This is what she looked like the first time they had sex, with him inside of her.

After another minute or so, her face softened. The fingers that he'd barely noticed digging into his back eased up, and he could feel her muscles relax as he slowly pushed in and out. It was getting easier.

And then she uttered a moan that sounded like pleasure.

Relief washed through Alex. She was through the initial shock of it; the first pain. She was very small, so it would probably take a long time for her to get accustomed to his girth, but she was doing much better. Her eyes finally opened and met his, and a tiny smile appeared on her lips. He immediately brought his mouth down to kiss her, never losing his gentle rhythm.

Alex had been right. It still hurt like hell, but it was getting easier. She couldn't believe she'd ever doubted him, and swore she'd always trust him from here on out. He was so kind and gentle. He'd been careful with her. Encouraging. She felt embarrassed that she'd made such a fuss, but it had been pretty horrible at first. But now, even through the pain, there was pleasure to be had. Mostly it was emotional, not physical. Alex was inside of her. He was her first. And though she felt stretched to the limit, she still didn't want him to ever leave. She'd feel empty with him gone.

"Better?" Alex asked a few minutes later. He could do this for hours, though he'd have to make himself cum quick, just so this would remain pleasant and she'd want it again. "How you doing?"

"Fine," she breathed. "Yes, better."

"Good," he said, then kissed her again. He needed to focus. He wasn't sure how long they'd been going, but it was at least ten minutes by now. She'd need him out soon so she could recover. So he focused on the body beneath him. Thought about what he'd just done. He'd taken her virginity, and was having sex her now. He thought about the many ways he would fuck her in the future. He thought about making a rule that when she was in his house, she'd wear only the lingerie he'd buy for her. He thought about the things he could show her; what he could teach her. He imagined showing her off at his parties. Fucking her any way he wanted, everywhere. Spanking her if she disobeyed.

All these things combined had his pace picking up without consciously realizing he was doing it. Penelope was moaning quickly and in rhythm to his thrusts, which were getting deeper and harder. With one final thrust, his seed emptied inside of her and he cried out with the release.

Penelope knew he'd cum by how rigid his back was, his chin up high. He was in so deep, and he'd frozen there. She was moaning through her teeth, bearing the pain, and couldn't decide if she was disappointed or relieved that it was over.

Alex slid out of her and fell to her side. He looked down, seeing his cock glisten with her juices and the faint trace of blood as it softened, then immediately grabbed her and held her to him. He knew he had to comfort her now, show her his gratitude. It needed to remain special for her first time. For their first time.

After a long time, he finally broke the silence. "Tell me what you're thinking."

His jaw nearly dropped; he couldn't believe he'd actually uttered the words. When was the last time he'd cared what anyone was thinking?

"Mmm. I guess I'm thinking I'm lucky," Penelope said, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

Alex chuckled quietly. "And why's that?"

"Well," she said, considering. "It hurt."

"And that makes you feel lucky?" Alex said teasingly.

She lightly slapped his chest. "No," she said through a laugh. "It would have hurt no matter what. I'm lucky that it was with you."

She thought she was lucky? He was the one who'd just had sex with this eighteen year old virgin goddess. Her in his arms was a constant reminder of how lucky he was, not the other way around.

"I'm sorry it hurt," he said, and meant it. He enjoyed inflicting pain sexually, but only to someone with experience who wanted it. She'd wanted it, but hadn't known what kind of pain to expect. She'd been amazing. "Next time it will feel good. Even better the time after that."

Penelope smiled. She knew it would get better. It was that there would actually be a next time with him that left her grinning from ear to ear.



Alex and Penelope Ch. 06



Author's Note: First and foremost, I'd like to thank the many who have commented and written me messages. I'm also humbled by how many have added me to a favorite author list. For my first attempt at erotica and having completed this without any eyes reading it before submission, I'm honored.

I'd like to make a quick note on the character of Alex, as people have expressed their distaste in his cheating ways.

Alex is not supposed to be someone you're comfortable liking. He's rich, spoiled, selfish and egotistical. This is part of his character arc. While awakening Penelope sexually, she is awakening him from misery. She's the one who can redeem him.  If the cheating remains upsetting to you as a reader, you're not going to like a good half of this novel. But as the writer, I hope you'll stick it out. There will be scenes in this book that might not be your cup of tea, and they're easily glossed over. The bigger picture is about a man and a woman who shouldn't fall in love, but do.

Thank you for your time. I am consistently updating my bio to answer questions, so check back there. I don't want to make a habit of writing lengthy notes before a chapter, or commenting on my own stories. That's the best place to get your answers.

And so it continues:

***

Alex rose with the early sun in Penelope's bed, her naked body beside him, her neck on his arm. He slid it out, careful not to wake her and looked down on her longingly. With a heavy sigh, he climbed from the bed to dress and shower.

It was seven thirty when he buzzed by Beverly to snag his morning coffee. Reuben met him with the morning paper in the study, then without pause, Alex walked by his personal assistant and into his office. She followed and stood before him at his desk with her organizer in hand.

"So, what's the damage?" Alex asked her.

It took them an hour just to prioritize and get the day planned. A piece of real estate he'd been interested in had fallen through, and he was angry. But that he could accept. As Jessica continued down the massive list of only the most important calls he'd received the week before, his palm hit his forehead. Somehow they put order to it, working the VIP's in today and the next. He told Jessica to schedule the rest whenever she could find time.

"You also have these," Jessica said, flinging four envelopes in front of him. He chuckled silently. He had most definitely returned to real life. Her pen was poised as she waited for him to open them.

All four were invitations, easily distinguishable in size and seals alone, not to mention usually hand delivered rather than mailed. The first was for an End of Summer Soiree in two weeks at the Spaulding's, the event time 10AM-???. He'd fucked Katie Spaulding several times before she married her fifty-eight year old husband, Ellis. Even a few times after. She'd been a model for Hustler and starred in a handful of Vivid's productions. She and Ellis had an open marriage and they always threw wild parties. Claire would be home by then. She didn't really like Katie, but enjoyed trying to show her up.

He tossed the card over. "Put it on the calendar," he told Jessica.

The second was for a cocktail party this Thursday hosted by the Lodge's. Their parties were always formal, usually centered around the debut of a new piece of art they'd acquired. "RSVP that I will be there with a guest," he said, then set to opening the next.

"How is Penelope settling in?" Jessica asked him. She knew every detail of his life, as her job required. But she was also close enough to him after three years to know a little about his personal life. She'd been hired two years after his second marriage had ended, and spent the first year head over heels in love with him. Even still, now twenty-seven, she had a thing for him, even though she currently had a boyfriend. She knew things weren't great with his wife, Claire, though she didn't know to what extent. She'd also seen how excited he was that his goddaughter would be coming to live with him.

Alex smiled to himself as he worked open the third envelope, thinking about how well Penelope had settled in. "She still has a long way to go," he said, thinking about her sexual awakening. "It'll be awhile before she's totally comfortable here, but I'm glad I took the time off last week, despite the chaos it's created for the both of us. We're gonna be working some long hours, you and I."

Jessica grinned. Late nights in his office came with a headache of hard work, but it also meant they sprawled out on leather chairs with brandy as they weeded through paperwork together.

"See if you can make time for this," he said, handing her the third invite for a fundraiser next month. "I think I'm in New York, but if things can be juggled, an appearance would be important."

What he didn't mention was that he never wanted a night away from this house again unless he had Penelope with him. He knew business trips were essential, though he's always tried to stretch them out since marrying Claire. Now he wanted to condense them into the shortest amount of time possible.

The fourth invitation was to a bris, and he shuddered. The invitation specifically explained that the actual surgery would be happening that morning and they were celebrating the rite of passage that afternoon, but he could still forego. "And no," he said, handing the invitation over. "Send them a gift."

Jessica left his office to start scheduling for the week into the study where she had a desk just outside his door. Alex set straight to work.

Penelope woke late and stretched. Her body was relaxed, but she still had a lingering pain between her legs. It wasn't so bad, actually, and she liked that it reminded her of what had taken place. Of course she'd hoped to wake up in Alex's arms this morning, but knew he was back to work.

After a shower, she noticed it was mostly cloudy and thought that the weather was rubbing itself in her face, telling her the world had returned and she was back to keeping herself entertained. While dressing, she felt a lump in her throat, wondering if this meant things were over with Alex now. He was back to his busy life, and in two weeks his wife would be home. It even bothered her that she didn't feel all that guilty, like she should feel so much worse about it. Maybe it was just the afterglow, or maybe it was that while Claire was in Fiji, Penelope didn't feel like she existed at all. She'd have to wait and see.

Beverly met her in the kitchen and poured her coffee, then told her she'd have breakfast out in a jiffy. Rather than sitting in the dining room, Penelope pulled a chair up at the bar and talked to the woman while she cooked.

Beverly was surprised Penelope was hanging around while she cooked, and realized how lonely she must be now. She was glad Alex had made a point of spending time with her, as it must feel so strange to suddenly leave everything you knew behind.

After breakfast, Penelope sat down to look through her new textbooks, which took a good chunk of time from her morning. Before lunch she decided to go work out and noticed on the treadmill that the clouds seemed to be burning off. But the pool wasn't nearly as enticing as it had been over the last week without Alex there to share it. It was probably warm enough though, so she retrieved a book and a blanket, then set out into the front of the house to lay under an enormous willow and read.

She noticed a gardener working nearby and watched him. He seemed close to her age; a few years older maybe. Now that Alex was busy, she needed a friend. Ben, the driver, was probably in his late twenties, and she'd try to get to know him when she finally ventured from the house. But until she started school, she was alone.

So she decided to go over and introduce herself.

She found that his name was Andy, and as luck would have it, he'd been attending the same university she'd be starting at for three years. He took summer jobs working landscaping to help pay for his schooling. Penelope followed him around listening to him tell her about what to expect, the classes to avoid, the events that were held. He asked her if she'd rush a sorority, then recommended that she did when she said she wasn't sure. He told her about his fraternity, then spent another hour telling her which houses were better than others.

Andy had heard from Ben that a gorgeous girl had moved in with Alex, but hadn't met her yet. He'd thought Ben was just being Ben as he was told how hot she was, because Ben liked anything with legs. He'd listened to Ben talk about how he'd try to score her and laughed, but he hadn't expected much. Penelope was not only beautiful, she was great company. Smart, funny, charming. She'd certainly brightened his day.

Alex had seen out his window that Penelope was hovering around his gardener and was immediately jealous. Luckily he was too busy to give it much thought, and he figured at least this way she wasn't left all alone. He'd have to keep an eye on that, though. Andy was much closer to Penelope's age, and he was an attractive guy. He wanted her to have company while he worked; wanted her to make friends so she wouldn't feel abandoned by him. But he needed to be sure the people she met were only friends.

He called Jessica in. "Penelope doesn't start school for three weeks," he stated. "I'd like you to organize a party this Saturday." He hated that he had to do this, but knew it was necessary. "Make a guest list of families that have kids her age, say, sixteen to twenty, and draw up an invitation explaining that I have a guest living with me now who will be soon attending the university. Make the wording explicit that I expect them to bring their children, and call it a welcome to the neighborhood party or something. You can figure it out."

Jessica nodded. "Hours and theme?"

"Pool party," he said. "With a barbecue." He sighed, knowing how late the notice would be. "Everyone can you find. She needs to make friends." Another sigh. He didn't want her to be corrupted by the rich. He wanted to do the corrupting. But he didn't have a choice. It was this or leaving her lonely. This or the frat boy gardener. "Tell the printer I expect them within an hour, then I'd like you to see that they are personally delivered before nightfall." He was grateful he had enough clout that most would set aside any prior plans. Jessica turned to go, but he caught her once more. "When you've sent the order to the printer, please go find Penelope and let her know."

With a smile, she left his office and he returned to work.

While raging at an employee he had embedded in a company he was greatly invested in, he glanced out the window again to find Penelope still with the gardener. They were closer to his window now, working on the hedges about fifty feet away. He could see how Andy was looking at her. He channeled his jealousy back into his phone call.

Jessica tapped on his door while he was studying papers. "Penelope is excited for the party," she told him once inside. "She asked if Andy could come."

Alex's eyes popped. "Did she do this in front of him?"

Jessica laughed. "Of course not!" she cried, shaking her head. "She chased me down at the door. She was quiet enough that he couldn't hear."

Reluctantly, Alex gave in. "See that he gets an invitation before he leaves today."

Dinner was missed, which wasn't uncommon. Beverly brought him a plate that grew cold before he ever touched it. By nine, he was still at his desk, Jessica in the leather chair to the side as they went over some legal documents. At eleven, they finally decided their work would have to resume tomorrow.

"Before you go," he said to Jessica, "I need a favor."

"Anything," Jessica said honestly, though she was dragging on her feet.

"I'll be escorting Penelope to the Lodge's cocktail party Thursday, and she'll need a dress. I'll need you to take her to find something appropriate tomorrow." He hated to lose Jessica with how much work had piled on his plate, but Penelope would need something to wear and he didn't have the time to help her himself. Plus it might keep her away from the gardener, at least for tomorrow.

Jessica was thrilled over her task. "I'll be sure to find something wonderful," she assured him.

"Take your time. Have lunch with her. Let her do a little extra shopping if she desires."

Jessica smiled at his generosity, looking forward to a day of fun rather than work. "Won't you need me here?"

Alex laughed without humor. "No doubt," he said. "But I'll manage. Just plan for another late night while we hammer the rest of this out."

The moment Jessica left, Alex rose from his chair, joints aching from sitting so long. After a search of the house, he found Penelope in her bed fast asleep. He'd expected as much, though felt like he was letting her down. It was letting him down, but after a few days of repairing the damage his vacation had done, he'd hopefully be able to take some breaks, maybe call a day off early.

He went to his room and fell asleep.

***

The next morning he was up early enough to work out before meeting Jessica in his office, once again taking breakfast and coffee at his desk. At ten, he rang for Reuben to have him locate Penelope and send her in.

Minutes later, Penelope entered his office. He introduced her to Jessica, who shook her hand.

"Jessica will be taking you out shopping," he told Penelope. "There's a cocktail party Thursday that I'm hoping you'll join me for, and you'll need a dress." He nodded to Jessica in the way she recognized as dismissal, so she left and shut the door behind herself. Alex turned his attention to Penelope. "I'm sorry I'm so busy. In a few days things will get back to normal. Jessica has my card and money is no object whatsoever. I told her that if you want anything else, it's yours."

Penelope watched Alex stand from the desk, having missed the sight of him. He was so attractive in his white shirt and black slacks, reminding her of how he'd looked when he'd entered her room Sunday night. She missed him greatly, and it had only been a day.

Alex crossed the desk and placed his hand on her cheek. "I promise that time will be made for you. This week might be tough, but I'll keep this weekend free. Well, aside from the party Saturday, that is."

"I'm excited about that," Penelope said.

"I'm glad," he responded tenderly, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "I'm hoping you'll make some friends. I'm sure this is hard on you right now."

"Oh, it's not so bad," Penelope said. It hadn't been all that bad. As an only child, she was used to being alone, though yesterday she'd spent the afternoon with Andy, which had been nice. She'd even found herself attracted to him, though she missed Alex a lot. She wondered if they'd ever share another intimate moment again.

Last night she'd thought a lot about it as she hoped he'd visit her room. She'd decided that their relationship was entirely unrealistic in the long run, reminding herself that Claire would soon be home and it would be over. She didn't regret what had happened, but it hurt now that it was seemingly over.

"Have a fun day," he said, dropping his hand from her shoulder.

Penelope had hoped he'd kiss her; reaffirm that he still cared about her. "I will," she said, trying to hide her disappointment.

Ben drove them to town, and they spent two hours in a dress shop, finally settling on a shimmery purple dress with spaghetti straps and an asymmetrical hemline. Penelope tried to keep herself from looking at the price tag, but couldn't, and found that it cost just over a grand.

After they'd made their purchase, they enjoyed lunch on the patio of a bistro, then went shopping for shoes. She found a pair of strappy sandals, then decided to add five more. She desperately needed nice shoes. Upon passing the lingerie boutique, Penelope felt a sadness wash through her.

At four, they returned back to the estate and Reuben brought her purchases to her room while she went to work out, spending an hour on the treadmill. After a shower, she settled into some gym shorts and a tee and spent the remainder of the evening watching television alone.

The following day was sunnier, so she went on search for the gardener. She found him out back and followed him around like she had on Monday. She really enjoyed his company, though the absence of Alex was ever present in the back of her mind.

Again, she was asleep before she ever saw Alex.

Thursday afternoon, she took a long bath in the deep tub that was large enough to sit four. She took her time dressing in the cocktail number, finding that if she wore a bra and panties, the lines showed through the thin fabric. It felt pretty weird forgoing them, but she didn't have a choice. The next hour and a half was spent making sure her hair and makeup was flawless. Promptly at seven, Alex knocked on her bedroom door.

She opened it to find him in a suit and tie, his shirt a shade of purple that matched her dress like he'd somehow known. He must have. Maybe Jessica had told him. In his hands he held a large flat velvet box.

"I was told Jessica failed in finding you accessories," he said, noticing she wore a simple chain that probably wasn't even real silver. He popped the top. "I think these will match."

Penelope's jaw popped open. Her eyes landed on an elaborate purple sapphire necklace, though still delicate, with at least twenty gems in different shapes and sizes. Above them were two earrings in the same color and style. Across the bottom was a silver bracelet with small gems spaced an inch apart.

"I can't," she said, shaking her head.

Alex laughed. "Don't worry, they're only loaners," he said. "If you decide you want them, they're yours. But jewelry stores usually lend sets to their best clients in hopes of purchase." He removed the earrings and handed them to her, then took the necklace from the box.

While she worked them in her ears, Alex turned her around and clasped the back of the necklace. He then retrieved the bracelet and spun her back around, helping it onto her wrist. He took a step back and stared at her.

"Beautiful," he said admiringly, wishing he'd never agreed to go tonight. He now wanted to take his time in removing the jewelry, followed by the dress, and bed her the rest of the night.

Penelope felt beautiful; more than she'd ever felt in her life. Alex held his arm out and escorted her from the room.

The Lodge's lived in a brick mansion in the same part of town, as close as neighbors got, even though it was a good two miles away. They were dropped off by Ben, who drove over to where the other chauffeurs waited. He recognized most of them, climbed out of the car, and joined them with his flask, telling them all about the eighteen year old beauty who had moved in with Alex for college.

Penelope was overwhelmed. The guests were dressed to the nines, ages ranging from hers to old as dirt. She found it sort of strange that the oldest seemed to have the youngest wives, and those young wives had curvy bodies with enormous breasts. The hosts were a couple in their late forties, and were overly exuberant when saying hello to Alex.

"This is a friend of my family's, Penelope," Alex said, gesturing to Penelope and loathing that she had to be introduced as such. But if he didn't, the rumors would spread that he'd scandalously shown up with an unknown woman on his arm. At least he hadn't called her his goddaughter. He'd never call her that again, unless pressed to. "She's living with Claire and I while she starts at the university next month."

"Well, what a pleasure to meet you, Penelope," Helen Lodge said. She smiled, but her eyes glossed over with disinterest. "I hope you're enjoying your stay."




Alex and Penelope Ch. 07



Author's Note: I'd very much like to thank the many who had taken the time to write or comment on these chapters. For something that began as a little project with the intention of never seeing the light of day to be this well received has been overwhelming and humbling.

I feel that I should warn you that things will begin to escalate sexually between my characters, but there is a wonderful emotional payoff in the end, along with a major shift in power. Please visit my profile for my thoughts and notes on this story, and feel free to send me a message if you have any questions. While I won't be commenting below on my own chapters, I am personally responding to all messages I receive.

Thank you again, and I hope you continue to enjoy the ride Alex and Penelope are on.

***

Friday, Alex had mostly caught up with his workload. Mostly. He could never really catch up, even if he worked every hour of the day. He had Jessica confirming the companies he'd hired for tomorrow's party. He was letting Beverly and Reuben off later that afternoon for the remainder of the weekend, needing Reuben around at least until three to show guests in. He'd hired a catering company to do the grilling along with two bartenders and waiters to serve drinks and hors d'oeuvres. The majority of his guests had RSVP'd, confirming their attendance, which was far more than he'd hoped. It would be quite the party, and with a casual theme, he knew Penelope would feel like she fit in.

While working, he made the decision that he needed to talk to Penelope. The vacation had been fun; it had shut out the world around them. But things were returning to normal and Claire would be home a week from Saturday. They'd need to discuss what this meant for them. He thought a lot about what he would say, and there was much to talk about. Finally able to put his work aside, he dismissed Jessica promptly at five so he could join Penelope for dinner.

Penelope had spent the day outside, mostly around and in the pool. Andy had been ordered to work on the greenery around the pool so it would look fresh for Alex's party tomorrow. He'd been able to see Penelope in a black string bikini, and had spent most of his work fighting a hard-on. They had talked every so often, but not as much as the days prior. Mostly Penelope read a magazine, dipping in the pool only when the hot sun became too much to bear.

She was happy to find that Alex was done for the day and shared a wonderful dinner with him. After desert, Alex dismissed Beverly and Reuben for the night, then stood from the table. "Let's go upstairs."

Penelope was overjoyed. She'd thought a lot about the sex they'd shared the night before, and she'd become more and more convinced of her enjoyment. She was looking forward to trying it again, getting used to the size of him. She wanted to be perfect for him, even though the images of the beautiful women at the cocktail party still lingered. But he did want her, or they wouldn't be doing what they were, so she had that.

The rest she'd work at.

Alex climbed onto her bed and sat down, then patted the mattress for her to join him. She walked over and sat down, staring at him with large eyes. He loved those beautiful blue eyes; the wonder they held.

"I thought we should talk about a few things," he said.

Penelope's heart sunk into the pit of her stomach. This hadn't been what she'd expected. She hadn't known what to expect, but she'd hoped for more of what they'd done.

"Okay," she said, making her voice as strong as she could while bracing herself for a blow.

Alex noticed that she tensed and felt bad. She would hear some things she probably wouldn't like, but he hoped that most of it would be what she wanted. What he wanted.

"So, you've now had a week to see how hard I work," he began. She nodded in agreement. "That's what life is usually like. Sometimes, maybe twice a month, I have to leave for a few days at a time on business." He chuckled dryly. "Sometimes I'd leave with no business at all just to get away, but that's not going to be the case anymore.

"I married Claire too quickly. To be perfectly honest, I have no clue what I was thinking. To be even more honest, while I was single, I had women lined up at my door."

Penelope had suspected as much, but to hear it confirmed was difficult. She still had no idea what he saw in her. He could have anyone.

"I married her after six months of dating because she seemed different, but days after our honeymoon, she showed me who she really was," Alex continued, hating that he was discussing Claire with Penelope. But it had to be said. It had to be explained. "She turned out to be greedy and manipulative the second the paper had been signed. She spends her days trash talking her so called friends like she'll win a prize just for being the best. Everything she does is for herself, even the charity work, because that's what rich women are expected to do. But I need to be very clear on a few things."

Penelope held her breath, lightly closed her eyes, bracing herself.

"I don't love Claire," he said firmly. "I don't even like her."

Penelope's sigh was audible as her eyes lightly opened. It didn't make what they were doing right, but she was glad to know that it had been done because he was unhappy with who he was with. It meant she made him happy, and that was all that mattered.

"If she chooses to divorce me, she gets nothing," Alex explained, then took a deep breath. "If I serve her with divorce papers without real cause, she gets a half a million."

Penelope gasped. "What?" she cried, unable to control herself.

Alex chuckled humorlessly. "Now, if she's caught cheating, she gets nothing, and believe me, I have plenty of eyes looking out for just that. I want out, so her leaving or cheating is the easiest way. But if I'm caught cheating, she gets a quarter of a mil."

Now her heart had plummeted back down, as had her head. Staring at her feet, she shook it. "So you're saying that this . . . this is . . ."

"Over?" Alex asked, a grin on his face. Penelope looked up at him and nodded, obviously upset. He was glad he could assure her. "This is far from over," he said strongly, taking her hand. "I'm only telling you this so you understand. I'm going to put off serving her until we figure out what we're doing here, and that will take some time."

"But—" Penelope had been about to cry out the cost of such a divorce, but was immediately cut off.

"And I promise you that I will never purposefully let her catch us, if we decide to continue, just so I can get off cheap. I can't make any guarantees though that we won't be found out, so I want to leave this up to you. I want this to continue, and I believe that if it does, I will leave her for you no matter what the cost if you want me to. Ideally I want to keep pushing her away so she leaves on her own accord or ends up with another man, but that will take some time. But if in six months or so, we're still going strong and you still want this, the money is a small price to pay. Do you understand all that?"

Penelope nodded. So many emotions were flooding through her with this overload of information. She felt guilty that she was the other woman, but he was unhappy and trying to get out. She didn't blame him for wanting to wait; what they had was too new to make any large decisions upon, even though she was sure she was falling in love with him. Which brought her to her happiness. He wanted her. He wanted this to continue, and he'd talked about six months down the road, which meant he must expect it would last that long. This warmed her entire body. She couldn't imagine a day when she wouldn't want him.

She was also scared. Scared she couldn't meet his expectations. She was no debutante, nor a sexually experienced woman. She'd seen her competition, and knew that he could leave her any second for any one of them. She still didn't understand how she was so lucky to have his attention in the first place, just as she'd been unable to understand how he'd send her extravagant gifts as she'd grown up and decided to pay for her college.

There was also excitement. They'd still be together sexually; it wasn't coming to an end.

"So, what are you looking for?" she finally asked.

Alex nodded with a smile. It was the right question to ask. "I'm telling you that this is up to you. We can stop this now if you want. It won't be easy. We'll be sneaking around, but I will be with you every second I get. I've been apathetic in my marriage, not carrying if she stays or goes, but that's changed, and it's because of you. But I need to be sure, which means time. It's not the money. It's that Claire doesn't deserve to walk out of here with a penny. If you're willing to wait that out with me, I want to see what happens. You're going to be in college and you might change your mind about me . . ."

"No, I won't," Penelope argued vehemently.

"You can't know that," Alex said. "Which is another reason we'll need time to see. You might hate that I work as often as I do. You might hate that I have to leave on business. You might hate the things I show you and decide you want no part of them. You might find a guy in your class that you like and decide you want the consistency that offers."

"Still won't," Penelope said with a chuckle.

Alex echoed her laugh. "Okay, fair enough. So I'll lay this out again. Six months or so and we decide. It won't be an easy six months. Like I said, you'll have to be a secret, which fucking kills me, believe me. You can take your time in deciding, but you'll—"

Penelope needed no time. "I've decided," she interrupted. "I want to do this."

Alex tucked his chin in, grinning. But this was still only half of it. "Well, there's a little more," he said hesitantly.

Again, Penelope's heart sunk. Her emotions were pinballing rapidly. It was frustrating. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Okay," she said.

This was it. He'd thought about everything for weeks now and it had all boiled down to one thing. What he needed. What he required. Penelope could be what he'd looked for in every other woman he'd been with. They'd been fun, which was why it was so required.

A lady on his arm and a whore in his bedroom.

She needed to know in advance that he had certain expectations before any decision was made. He'd never been upfront about them before, but then again, he'd never needed to. He'd only really had experienced women. Women who would immediately do anything he asked. Whores. And that was all they'd been, never ladies. Penelope had that potential.

"You are so beautiful, Penelope," he began, easing into it. And he meant it; it wasn't just to get on her good side. She was more beautiful than all the plastic molding could ever achieve. "You came here having never really even been touched. A week ago you had sex for the first time. Last night you had sex again, and it was hard for you. Now it won't always be like that. It just takes experience. You have to be a little more adventurous each time, and I want to be the man who gets you there."

Back to feeling thrilled. "Yes, I want that too," Penelope agreed, trying not to sound too eager.

Alex sighed. "But do you really understand what that means?" he asked her. "We've talked about my past, so I hope it doesn't bother you when I talk about it now. The women I've been with have been there; they've tried everything."

And back to feeling inadequate. Penelope sighed.

"I want you to understand that that's what I need. I need a woman who will do anything I ask. Well, within reason. I mean, I'd never be cruel, unless you decided you liked that. But I will need you to try everything. That's a large reason why I want to give it time to really be sure, for the both of us." It needed to be said, and talking about it was a little tricky, but also exciting. He was telling her his plan to train her. "But I want to find out now if you are willing to try everything, even things that might make you a little nervous."

Like tying you to the bedposts. Sticking my cock down your throat. Ordering you to do something and receiving complete compliance. Taking you in that cute little ass. A threesome, maybe more.

"And again, you can take time to think about it, but what I'm saying is that; I want to be the man who teaches you. Who gives you every experience. If you're willing to try, we'll continue. If in six months, after you've tried what I show you, you decide it's not what you want, that's fine too. But this is why we're talking now. So you understand my marriage, where I stand on it, what it means. But also so you understand my expectations with you. What I need in a lover."

Penelope swallowed. She really had no idea what it all meant, but she knew she was in over her head. What could be possibly mean by everything? They'd done everything. She'd given him head, she'd received it. There wasn't an inch of her body that hadn't been touched. She'd had sex with him.

"And if I don't like something?" she asked tentatively, her voice shaking. "Would you drop me?"

Alex squeezed her hand, his heart warmed. He adored her. "First of all, I'll never drop you. I will take care of you for the rest of my life because I swore to the day you were born. You're the only person in my life I've ever truly cared about. But I don't think that's what you're asking . . ." Penelope shook her head. "Sometimes we do things we don't like in the bedroom because it's what the other person wants. So there's that. But if there are a few things you don't want to do again, I can live with that. It's just that if you don't want to do most things after you've tried them, well, sexual compatibility is extremely important in a relationship. So while I wouldn't drop you, I think we'd both probably agree that we're not compatible." He could see Penelope's hurt, and that was the last thing he wanted. "But I don't think that will be the case. And that's why we're going to give it a long time before we decide. I just need to know soon if you're willing to try."

And Penelope decided, almost instantly. She wouldn't just try everything. She would do anything he asked even if she didn't like it, simply because she liked him. She understood what he meant when he'd said that sometimes you do things you don't like just for the other person. She'd done that before with friends, with her parents. She could certainly do that in the bedroom for him. Anything he wanted.

"And you don't have to decide tonight. Like I said . . ."

Penelope smiled at him, sure of herself. "I've decided," she said. "My answer is still yes."

Alex narrowed his eyes. "Yes, you're willing to wait things out, knowing that Claire will still be in the picture until we've figured out the details?" He needed complete confirmation so there would be no questions later.

Penelope sucked in a deep breath. "Yes," she agreed.

"And yes, you're willing to let me teach you. Train you. Do anything I ask at least once?" Now it was Alex holding his breath, knowing that if he could get her to agree with this, he would be living out his ultimate fantasy.

Penelope nodded. "Yes," she said.

Alex couldn't have been more pleased. Oh, the things he would show her. He'd be the one to teach her everything, and she would comply with his every wish. He knew it. She'd been scared with each new thing he'd introduced, but she'd never told him no. Not only that, she'd worked to learn, like the night with the porn.

She would be exactly what he wanted.

"Good," he said. It was still light out, and they had all night and well into the morning. And he'd use every second of it. "Why don't we take a bath together, then you can show me everything you've learned so far."

Penelope could barely contain her excitement. It had all been a lot to take in, but she felt like she finally had answers to the questions that had been haunting her. Yes, he wanted her. Yes, this would continue even though he worked long hours. Yes, this would even continue when Claire came home. She'd been so sure that it would all end, and she still felt guilty about the last one. But it also made her feel naughty. She actually liked that it was a secret, something they shared with no one. Just like when Alex had been on vacation and she'd felt like they were the only two people on the planet. The secret made her feel like that.

And Claire? Claire had looked at her with such disdain, such distaste. It was hard to feel too bad after that, as well as knowing how unhappy he was. How she'd been sucking him dry emotionally and financially.

Alex drew the bath, which took time with how enormous the tub was. Once filled to the brim, they climbed into the hot water so that Penelope leaned against Alex's chest. He held her close, rubbing her skin while they relaxed together, just enjoying the moment. He was glad they'd talked everything through. Even more glad that she'd immediately agreed when he'd expected her to need some time. He still believed she didn't have a clue what she'd agreed to, but only time would tell. And if she changed her mind, then it wasn't meant to be. It dawned on him that it would kill him to lose her, but he'd still take care of her regardless. See that she graduated, see that she lived a comfortable life. See that she got everything her heart desired, even if he was left miserable and alone without her.

His decision over keeping Claire around hadn't been an easy one. He wanted out, especially with Penelope in his life now. But if Penelope left, he'd return to his apathy regarding Claire, pushing her away until she'd finally slip up and either cheat or leave. He had zero guilt over cheating on her since he despised her so. He also knew without a doubt that she'd cheat on him eventually, if she hadn't already. And when she did, he'd know about it immediately. After all, she'd cheated on her boyfriend with him before they were married. It was in her.

While soaping up Penelope, he paid special attention to her breasts and pussy to get her warmed up. He decided against washing her hair as he didn't want it wet later. When he'd finished, she spun around and gave him the same treatment, then they climbed out of the tub to towel dry.

When they entered her bedroom, Penelope stood with the towel around her, unsure of what to do. He'd said she should show her what she'd learned so far, but it was hard for her to initiate anything. At a loss, she looked at him where he sat on the edge of her bed, and asked, "Uhm, where should I start?"

Alex chuckled and leaned back on his hands. "That's up to you," he said, enjoying putting her on the spot. Eventually he'd take the lead, but he wanted her to begin just so he'd see what she'd do.

Awkwardly, Penelope approached him. Once against his knees, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him gently. He didn't touch her, but he did kiss her back. She tried to think of what a woman with sexual confidence would do, then came up with something.

She stood back up to untuck the corner of the towel at his waist, then spread the sides open on the bed so he sat there naked. She looked down at his penis, finding it only half erect, and placed her hand around it, massaging it with her fingers. It grew in her hand, to her delight. She was learning.

"That's a good start," Alex said with approval, then frowned at her. "Though I think I'd be much more entertained with this gone." He reached up and pulled the corner of her towel. It unraveled and fell to the floor at her feet. "Much better."

Penelope looked down at her naked body feeling insecure. She sunk to her knees before him, mostly to hide herself. It still felt weird being totally naked in front of him to look at without him touching her body.





Alex and Penelope Ch. 07



And this way, she could use her mouth.

Gripping the base, she brought her head down and traced the tip of his penis with her tongue a few times, tasting that familiar salty flavor from the tip. Using her fingers to massage his shaft, she took him into her mouth, sucking as she pulled her head back. It plopped from her lips audibly, which made her a little embarrassed for some reason. She licked him all over, taking her time.

Alex watched her with a mix of amusement and pleasure. She was getting much better; the amusement was only over how focused she was on the task because of how hard she was trying. He took one hand and ran it through her blond hair just as she brought her mouth back down. He was able to splay his fingers out on the back of her head so his hand could feel her head bobbing while she sucked and tongued. Her mouth was hot, and he loved that he'd been the one to teach her how to do this.

It wasn't more than a minute later that he used his hand to press her down further on his cock until she had it about half way in. Her head shuddered and he could feel that he'd hit the back of her throat. This made him smile. He gripped a fistful of hair to keep her head still for five count before pulling his hand up, her head along with it.

She gasped once he was out of her mouth and let out one quick cough. Her throat tickled, so she swallowed the saliva in her mouth to moisten it; get it feeling normal again. It worked, so she licked him from his base to the tip again, then brought him back into her mouth.

Alex wasn't quite as nice this time when he gripped a fistful of hair and raised her back off until her head was up. He looked her in the eyes with a wicked grin, then pushed her head back down on his cock until the tip hit her throat once more. Using the hair he gripped, he took control over the bobbing by rocking her head, feeling his cockhead repeatedly touch her throat. After a minute of this, he held her down again, twisting his wrist to shake her head back and forth with a mouthful.

Penelope gagged, his penis tickling the back of her throat, unable to get free. She focused hard on not trying to, and after her promise to try everything, she couldn't very well go back on it only an hour later.

Finally she felt him pull her hair up until her head was high enough to be free of him. She closed her mouth and swallowed. Coughed. Swallowed again, then licked her wet lips dry of the saliva that was beginning to run down her chin.

"You're wonderful," Alex told her, and Penelope smiled in return. He was pleased, which made her pleased in turn.

Alex swung his legs up on the bed and scooted back, then patted the bed. "Come up here," he said. He watched her stand up and climb onto the bed. He rubbed the comforter near the pillow. "Lay back so I can play with your sexy little body."

Penelope smiled and immediately complied, lying down on her side. Alex's hand met her hip and lightly pushed so she rolled onto her back, adjusting so she wouldn't fall off the side.

Alex looked down at her naked body. She'd agreed to everything he'd laid out, so tonight would be more of the same. But tonight he would push her just a little more than he already had.

He reached over and pinched each nipple, giving it a light twist in his fingers. He did this three times to each, then reached down to her right thigh, the one closest to him. He slid his hand between her legs just above her knees and toward him until it would go no further. She was now on her back, her nipples hard, one leg straight out with the other bent, its knee resting on the bed.

He wanted to really spread her; see how wide she could go, but that would have to wait. He added it to the list of things he wanted to try when his "lessons" began, a list that was so long now he should probably start writing it down.

Penelope felt his hand run up the leg that he'd spread out until it made contact at the side, then exhaled a tiny moan, knowing what was coming. The hand continued until it cupped her fully, then squeezed, the tips of his fingers entering her. He pressed his palm down just as she was about to buck her hips, holding her still. She slid the leg he'd bent back down, an instinctual urge to close.

"Uh uh," Alex said with warning. He removed his hand and pulled her leg back up, further this time, then looked her in the eyes. "Keep it there and don't move."

Penelope gulped and nodded, then lightly closed her eyes as his hand slid back up, tickling her skin. He cupped again, harder this time, then rolled his hand in circles.

Alex saw her leg begin to shake, then inch back down the bed. He immediately removed his hand and lightly slapped the inside of her thigh, watching her eyes pop open. "Not good, Penelope," he said mockingly. He hadn't planned on getting into training mode, but it was happening none the less. Although after tonight, she might be punished for not obeying.

Penelope watched him swivel as he used the same hand to grip the underside of her knee. He yanked it up as high as it would go, then gripped it, applying pressure with his palm to keep it in place. His other hand rubbed down her stomach until it cupped her once more and her eyes closed, her back arching.

When he began the circular motion once more, Penelope couldn't help but try and bring that leg down, but he was holding it in place. As his hand slid up, she felt his fingers between her lips and squealed.

Alex chuckled to himself. Nothing in the world could beat the noises she made. He wondered if she'd always make these noises, like everything was new, once things weren't new anymore. Sliding his hand back down, he let his middle finger apply pressure between her slit, then continued to her hole and sunk it in. Her moan was almost as delightful as the feel of her muscles gripping his finger. She was so silky and soft and warm and wet. He wriggled his finger around, then pulled it out to his first knuckle before sliding it back in.

As his middle finger gently fucked her pussy, he could feel her leg trying to get free. He loved the struggle as he held it firmly down and looked over to find her hands tearing at her hair. He picked up the pace, only pausing every so often to curve his finger inside before pulling back.

He was careful again when he added a second finger, knowing how tight she was, but after a few minutes he was pushing both in rapidly. Twisting them. Leaving her completely to force them back in.

Penelope was feeling that familiar out of body experience. Her whole body shook as his fingers worked her. She felt alive, every nerve on her body firing, her muscles tense. She couldn't figure out what to do with her hands. They moved from her hair to cover her face, down her neck, across her breasts, shooting out on either side, up against the head board . . . The headboard was the most interesting, as she found herself pushing against it like she was pushing her body down on his fingers to take him deeper.

Alex finally slowed, then left his fingers deep inside as his thumb wiggled between her pussy lips. She was so wet now; absolutely ready for him. But he regretted that he hadn't given her an orgasm the night before, so to start things off right, his thumb wriggled around until he found her clit. Once the pad of his thumb was on it, he pushed down while simultaneously curling his fingers inside of her, then heard her scream.

He turned his head to watch her body freeze, her fingers pulling her own hair from the roots, her face creased tightly. Her nipples swelled and her chest turned a lovely shade of red. He didn't release her, letting her ride the orgasm with the pressure still on her clit.

In an instant, her muscles completely relaxed and her arched back collapsed to the mattress. He smiled, eased the pressure and slid his fingers from her. He released her leg, then laid down beside her, propping his head up with his hand.

"How was that?" he asked.

Penelope had no words. Even if words were there, she had no voice. She just slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, trying to catch her breath.

Alex squeezed each of her nipples again, toying with her while she basked in the afterglow. She was, after all, his toy. And what a toy she was.

Finally finding her muscles again, Penelope reached up and wrapped her fingers around his neck to pull him down to a kiss. This was her thank you; the thank you she still couldn't say aloud because she was sure she couldn't talk. She also felt a deep need to be close to him after that. She wanted him to kiss her and hold her.

While locked in a kiss, Alex climbed on top of her, putting his knees between her still open legs. He knew he had to give her a little time, but he didn't want to give her too much. He needed her wet and ready, still in a state of arousal so she could take his cock. But he kissed her deeply for a few minutes because he knew that was what she needed.

But his cock was beginning to ache for her, so he ran his hand down her side until he could get it between her legs. He felt around for a second as she moaned into his mouth, finding her still wet. He was able to slide two fingers in with as much ease as before, which wasn't much; he was so incredibly small in there. Perfect for his wide cock.

He left her and used her own juices to lube the tip of his cock, never leaving her mouth. He then gripped it in his fist and positioned the tip. Finally, he broke the kiss.

Penelope felt his penis in position and her eyes widened. "I'm not—"

Alex didn't dare let her finish her thought. He cut it off by thrusting inside of her so she'd know who was in control here. Her head fell back, mouth open in a cry. He didn't wait as he had before. He immediately began pumping away at her, not nearly as rough as he could be, but the roughest yet. He varied the pace to his liking; slow and deep for a few seconds, then fast and hard. He'd pause inside to make circles with his hips, feeling her inner muscles grip him for all they were worth.

God, he'd never been inside a pussy this tight; this incredible. He never wanted to leave. He did though, taking it fully out so only the tip was in place, just so he could slam it back inside; see her mouth gape open, hear that cry.

He fucked her like this for five, maybe ten minutes. Slow, deep, fast, shallow, hard, exiting only to ram her again.

But he wanted more. He considered repositioning her into something new, but he really wanted her "lessons" to start tomorrow, so he pulled out of her to do as he'd done the night before, only with a slight variation.

Between her legs, he lifted them up and bent them back, keeping his hands on the back of her knees. He pushed them to her chest, then thought better of it and slid them to the sides to see how far she could go. Incredibly, he was able to get her knees under her armpits, though not fully on the mattress. But using his weight, he pushed down on them until they met the bed. He looked down to find she'd had to curve her back, her ass now lifted from the bed, but he could see directly down into the hole of her wet pussy.

It took some maneuvering with his hands tied up at her knees, but he managed to get his cock in place, then dipped it inside of her.

Penelope couldn't stop the cries. She felt wide open, her legs aching with their uncomfortable position, and now his penis was entering her again. She was glad he was slow at least, unlike how fast he'd been before.

Alex watched his cock sink inside of her, admiring the view of it being swallowed by her pussy. He decided to push it and kept going. Two inches or so before it disappeared completely, he heard the first real scream yet, this one definitely of pain.

He'd hit her cervix, he knew. He could feel the wall the tip of his cock had hit, and he was certainly long enough to do it.

He waited until the sound died out. He could feel her body trembling and didn't dare look at her face, because he knew he'd keep going no matter what. Usually it was just the initial shock. Once there, it got easer.

Finally, he pushed the rest in until the his pelvis made contact with her thighs. He was in to the hilt.

He figured he'd wait so she could adjust, and by the panting he heard, it was necessary. And it continued to amaze him that he actually cared. He never wanted to hurt her.

Penelope didn't know what had happened. She'd been fine, though stretched, then suddenly she'd felt the greatest shock of her life shoot through her body. She'd again left her body completely now, her vision blurry with tears, every muscle in her body tensed to the max. He was still inside, but it was no longer the stretch that was shocking, it was the depth.

But she caught her breath. He hadn't moved, and she was grateful for it. She was slowly adjusting.

Once Alex was sure she was okay, he finally looked up at her face. Her eyes were up at the canopy above the bed, her plump little lips trembling. But she was fine, and she wasn't trying to stop him.

She was amazing.

He pulled back, then began his fucking. There were no more screams of pain, but her moans were dulled, still matching his rhythm. He kept at this for at least ten minutes this time until he finally felt ready for his release.

And this was the first time he hadn't needed to think about anything extra for it to come. It was solely because of her. He came, and he came hard, the spasms of his cock emptying at least three spurts of his seed deep inside of her. His back arched up, as he moaned with the pleasure in his body. When it had subsided, he slid himself out, releasing her legs. A second later he collapsed on his back beside her, his head hitting the other pillow.

They both laid there in silence for a long time. Alex felt the exhaustion that came with a release, which was a good thing. He didn't think Penelope would be up for anything more tonight.

Penelope was still trying to get her body to relax, still feeling the roar of her insides that had been fucked so hard. And she knew she'd actually been fucked. It hadn't just been sex or love making. It was fucking, tried and true. She'd enjoyed most of it, though she didn't know if her muscles would ever move right again. She couldn't even begin to imagine walking, not after the way her legs had been held down. Not after she'd been fucked like that.

While staring at the crème canopy above, Alex located her hand. "That was pretty fucking amazing, Pen."

And through her aching body, Penelope found that, now that it was over and looking back, it had been pretty fucking amazing. Each time was worse and better, which she just couldn't understand. "It was amazing," she agreed, her voice barely a whisper. She meant it with her whole being. She thought about the shock she'd experienced though, and was curious. "But what happened to me?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, finally rolling over to look at her.

"You know," she said uncomfortably. "You had my legs up and you were inside, and then . . . I don't know what happened."

Alex understood and smiled kindly. "I hit your cervix," he explained. "Was it that bad?"

Penelope considered. "It hurt, a lot," she said, not wanting to admit to it, but she figured her scream had clued him in. "But it was more of a shock than a pain."

"I think it usually is," Alex said honestly. "But did it get better?"

"Yes," Penelope admitted. "I knew you were still there. I could feel it. And the shock stopped."

Alex smiled at her. "Good," he said. "And the rest? You still so sure about your answer earlier?"

Penelope smiled to herself. "Never been so sure of anything in my life."

Alex was able to get the blankets down, as messy as they'd become, then up and over them. He bundled her limp body in his arms and held her close until they fell asleep.



Alex and Penelope Ch. 08



Author's note: If you enjoy this chapter, I recommend heading to my profile and reading from the beginning.

If you've been along for the journey from chapter one, I thank you for continuing to read. Please feel free to message me if you have any questions, as I'm personally responding to each e-mail I receive.

Things are escalating, and I hope that you will continue to enjoy what I've worked on. Because I don't want to lose people who have made it this far, I want to again assure you that there will be a shift in power. Thank you sincerely for sticking with me.

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By three in the afternoon, Alex's patio held a hundred people at the least. He hadn't meant for it to get this large when he'd told Jessica to make her list, but he'd assumed with the late notice that most would be busy. But he'd underestimated himself, the crowd he could draw, and with his 2pm start time, they'd just kept filing in.

The morning had been busy for Penelope. Alex's alarm rang early; he'd forgotten to turn it off the night before. It had been too hard to fall back asleep with her excitement over the party, so she'd sat up, but before she could get far, Alex had pulled her back, then made love to her. And really made love; not the fucking she'd received the night before. Slow and soft, with gentle kisses and whispers of adoration. Penelope had thought her heart would burst from her chest.

Once downstairs, Beverly had a pot of coffee waiting. It wasn't long before omelets were fried and Penelope was eating at the kitchen bar. Alex was down just as she finished, freshly showered, to tell her she needed to get a move on. Tell her Jessica had made an appointment for her at the spa to get her nails done and anything else she liked. She rushed up to shower and threw on clothes, then was out the door within a half hour.

Ben was happy to be taking her downtown; it meant a good fifteen minutes with her. He'd been really pissed that Andy had actually received an invitation to the party, but Andy had said he'd been hanging out with Penelope while he worked. Ben hadn't had a chance to spend much time with her, but that would change when he was driving her every day to the U, which was a good thirty minutes away. He was really looking forward to it.

Penelope had never had a manicure before. It had always seemed like an unnecessary expense; why pay when she could do it home for free. But once her nails were finished in a French manicure with gloss, she admired her hands wondering why she'd never done it before. A clay masque was applied to her face and her feet were dipped in hot, bubbling water that smelled like lavender. Once her toenails were painted a rosey pink, a hairstylist sat her down and trimmed her ends, then asked what she wanted. Penelope told her a style seemed silly since it was a pool party, but the woman disagreed, said that; All the women will have their hair done because first impressions are everything. So Penelope shrugged and said, whatever you think, and the woman got to work.

When Penelope left the salon, her blond hair was pinned up above her ear at the side, the rest falling over her shoulders in wide relaxed curls. At the car, Ben told her she looked "really pretty", which had made her beam.

Penelope still had a bunch of bikinis that hadn't seen the light of the sun. She still laughed that Alex had bought that entire rack of clothes at the second store they'd gone to; the rack had been half bikinis! She found a set she hadn't worn yet; black with dime sized white polka-dots. The cups were padded and in a circular shape, while an inch thick strap wrapped behind her neck. The bottoms had a thick ruched hem at the top that was perfectly straight across—no curve—and found it made the slight curve to her hips look a little wider. The back wasn't exactly full coverage, maybe three-quarters, which made her wonder if they looked a little too sexy, but she decided she was thinking that just because she felt sexy after her morning with Alex.

As the guests arrived, there were so many that she'd forget their names a minute later. She tried very hard to remember the names of the guests that were close to her age so she wouldn't feel like an idiot talking to them later. There were no children; it seemed the ages ranged from hers to fifty or so, and they were all smiles.

A large bar had been set up on the patio with two bartenders, and that was where the guests hit first after they'd met her. There were maybe half a dozen waiters walking around with trays of food and a table with even more. Someone was grilling meats. People claimed their territory on lounge chairs and at various tables. Alex's pool had always reminded her of a public pool with how many tables and chairs he had surrounding it, though the pool itself had been like no pool she'd ever laid eyes on.

By three, most of the guests had stripped off their outerwear. Men walked around shirtless and in swim trunks, boxer brief cuts, and even a rare few in speedos. Women wore bikinis in various cuts and styles, and Penelope was relieved to find some were far skimpier than even her skimpiest, usually on women with the biggest breasts of all. One woman, who had been introduced as a stepmother to a son and daughter who could very well be her age, had thick red hair, crazy curves and boobs the size of cantaloupes. Penelope may not know much, but she could spot fake pretty easily, and it seemed at least a quarter of the women here had implants.

She looked down at her own breasts and felt out of place, though she'd never have surgery.

Alex stayed close to Penelope, directing all subjects of conversation to her with the people they talked to. He tried to steer her around to those in their twenties, avoiding the wives that were in their twenties. The last thing he needed was Claire's friends around Penelope, and there were plenty here. She'd gone to Fiji with her three best friends, and two of them had husbands here today because they had adult children.

And Alex was immensely pleased he seemed to be making progress. He and Penelope had been talking to two girls and a guy for a long time. Clinton Patel was probably twenty-three by now and a nice guy, despite his parents. Kathleen Hanson and Britney Pierce had been best friends for years, both twenty-one now, and were very friendly. It wasn't long before he realized he could leave Penelope to get to know them by herself, so he excused himself by saying he needed to check on things, and left.

Penelope really liked the three already. They were far from her friends at home, but excitable and fun, and seemed to like her.

"You really should come out for drinks and dancing with us this week," Kathleen cried, grabbing Penelope's arm. She had brown hair, stick straight. She was an average build, which looked wonderful on her. It made Penelope feel like Kathleen was normal, like her friends back home who weren't having some sort of plastic surgery for their sixteenth birthdays.

"Oh yes!" Britney agreed, bouncing with her drink. She took a sip of the martini. "There's a club downtown; hottest guys you'll ever see because they totally let people in based on how they look."

"Yeah, but I'm not twenty-one," Penelope said, blushing.

"That soo doesn't matter," Kathleen said, hooking her arm now in Penelope's and leading her toward the bar. "You're one of us now. You'll never see a line and you'll never be asked for ID."

"It's true," Clinton added. "I've been going to clubs since I was sixteen based on my name alone."

Penelope agreed she'd give it a try, and they set up plans to meet Wednesday. The conversation was far from over, and the four decided that now that people were swimming, they should go play in the pool. They joined in a game of volleyball in the water. Penelope spotted Andy and waved him in to join.

Eventually they started playing chicken, something she'd never even heard of, which involved getting on the shoulders of a guy and trying to knock the person over. She tried on Andy's shoulders first, then on Clinton's. They had a large group now hanging out.

While talking to a group of people over hamburgers, Alex kept a close eye on Penelope, finding his work complete. She'd made friends and was having a fantastic time. They'd splash and laugh and smile. He noticed his favorite twins had joined in; Chelsea and Madison Hamilton. Both girls had bleach blond hair and enormous green eyes, though they didn't look much like twins anymore. Chelsea's hair was long, and she'd enlarged her breasts, looking like a pornstar. Madison's hair was just below her ears and had gone through a nose job. They were both nineteen now and went to the U that Penelope would be attending soon. Before he'd met Claire, he'd been counting down the days to their eighteenth birthday with the plan to seduce them both, but he'd married Claire a month before it had happened. He'd still fantasized about them in his unhappy marriage, but now that he had Penelope, they didn't register. Much.

The games slowed down and Penelope was with a crowd of nine now. They made their way into the cave and sat down to relax and catch their breath, just to hang out privately. She'd actually made friends, some of whom would be classmates. But she was happy she now had people who wanted to do things with her and knew that her days wouldn't be quite so lonely while Alex worked as they promised to take her shopping, out to lunch, out for drinks and go clubbing. Some even invited her over just to hang out, and in turn, she'd offered the same.

She was starting to feel like she belonged here. It was nice.

"So you have to tell us what it's like living with Alex," one of the twins asked. Chelsea, if she recalled correctly, since she had the longer hair.

"It's been fine," Penelope responded. "He took me shopping. He actually took some time off work right when I got here to help me get settled in and make sure I wasn't too lonely."

"God, the man is so fucking hot," her sister said, tossing her head back against the rocks. "We met him when we moved here. What were we, fifteen?" Chelsea agreed with a nod. "Thought he couldn't be more than twenty-three. Have you caught him naked yet?"

Penelope blushed, feeling extremely uncomfortable now. "Uhm, no . . . that would be sorta weird, right?"

Chelsea shrugged. "Meh," she said. "Madison and I fought over who would marry him, but he ended up with that bitch, Claire, when we were seventeen."

"You say that like you haven't tried anyway, slut," Kathleen said good-naturedly, splashing her. Penelope laughed like it was expected of her, but she didn't really feel it. "I saw him naked. He fucked Katie Spaulding at a party my parents threw before she was married to that icky old guy."

"In front of everyone?" one girl asked, Penelope thought her name was Rainy or Rahni or something like that.

"Well, sorta," Kathleen said. "It was in the hot tub and they were alone. You know how our hot tub is sorta set back with those three walls?" There were collective nods. "Most of the people had cleared out, and it was dark. I was trying to find my shorts before I went to bed."

"So . . ." Chelsea prompted excitedly. "What did you see?"

Kathleen giggled. "Not much. He had Katie up on the side, so I could see his ass out of the water."

"What was it like?" Madison pleaded, her eyes wide, then turned to Penelope. "Unless it makes you uncomfortable . . . I know he's like, a friend of your family or something."

Penelope shook her head and shrugged, trying to feign nonchalance. "Whatever," she said coolly.

"It was pretty fucking hot," Kathleen said, an edge of conspiracy to her tone. "I mean, his ass was hot . . . you're right, he does not look like he's in his thirties. Katie was soo loud, which I guess makes sense. Didn't she do porn?"

"Yeah, she's a slut," Clinton said casually. "My uncle dated her for awhile."

"Okay, fine, Katie's a slut," Madison said with a wave of her hand, brushing him off. "But what was it like?"

"Well, I didn't watch for too long," Kathleen continued. "I didn't want to get caught, but they were far too into it to even notice. But he was really fucking her. Like, the walls of the enclosure shook."

Penelope listened silently. It didn't really bother her; she'd been told he'd been with a lot of women. She could have guessed that without hearing it. It was just that she was once again feeling inadequate. She had to remind herself that he wanted her; wanted to teach her, and that made her feel a little better.

It was also kinda interesting that it seemed all these girls found him so attractive. It seemed everyone wanted him, and it warmed her that she actually had him, even though she always felt like she could lose him at any second.

Britney was getting a little frisky with a guy named Dillon in the far reaches of the cave, and the conversation shifted once everyone noticed to making fun of them.

"Let's leave them to it," Kathleen whispered, her eyes wild.

They left the pool and loaded up plates, then sat around on some lounge chairs to eat. Andy stayed close to Penelope, and after seeing Britney and that guy, he was sorta hoping he'd get the chance later to fool around with her. He'd felt a little out of his element at first, but recognized the twins from some of his classes, which had helped. But Penelope was really kind to him, making sure he was included in everything, and he wondered if it was because she liked him. Like, liked him, liked him.

Alex was talking about stocks and investments with some of the guys while they smoked cigars as the sun began to set. He knew he should probably check and see how Penelope was getting along, but the times he'd looked over, it seemed she was really enjoying herself. While there was a small part of him that wanted to keep her to himself, she needed to make friends. He just couldn't give her the time she deserved.

The party went well into the evening, and Penelope crammed into the hot tub with her new friends; a hot tub that comfortably fit eight, and there were only six of them left; Chelsea, Madison, Andy, Clinton, and Kathleen. Britney and Dillon had left together, and about twenty or so other guests were still lounging around the pool with their drinks, two even still in the pool. Chelsea and Madison's parents had long gone, but Clinton and Kathleen's were still around, quite drunk

Penelope and the rest of her hot tub buddies were also quite drunk, as was everyone still left at ten PM. She was squished between Andy and Clinton, oblivious to the looks they'd been giving her, and each other.

Alex was ready for his guests to clear out, but wouldn't dare tell them to leave. He did dismiss the waiters and the cook, though kept the bartenders on hand, figuring it would be midnight before the rest left for the evening, which was fine. He was pretty drunk himself, but no matter what happened, no one would be staying over. Those that were left were coupled up and cuddling, kissing, touching, as parties like this usually ended up. He'd get them out eventually. He needed his nights alone with Penelope before he no longer had them.

He decided to finally see how Penelope was getting along; make sure she was genuinely being included. So, after a refill of his drink, he sauntered over to the hot tub. "Mind if I join in?" he asked.

There was a chorus of no's and some shifting. Penelope slid closer to Andy and away from Clinton, but Clinton followed, pressing his leg up against her. Alex climbed in, spun in the middle and found space between the twins, which was fine enough. He didn't want to be close to Penelope right now anyway for fear he might be unable to control himself. Though he didn't love that Andy and Colton were beside her; he could see their interest.

But her eyes were on him only, and he remembered that she was his, completely and wholly. He sat down and took a long swig of his drink. "Been having a good time?" he asked the crew.

"Hell yeah," Clinton exclaimed.

"Yeah, thanks for throwing this," Kathleen added, taking a drink of her own. "Nothing like a day in the pool with friends . . . and liquor."

Alex laughed, holding his drink up. "Cheers to that!" he cried. Everyone clinked their glasses in the center. After a collective drink, he eyed the group. "I hope you've been good to my new guest," he said with mock warning.

"We love her," Kathleen squealed honestly. Penelope smiled. Would her happiness ever end? She'd been missing her friends, and had e-mailed them and called them, though not as often as she probably should have. She'd been otherwise occupied. But she was at her happiest; she had Alex, she had new friends that liked her, she was starting college. Everything was amazing.

"We're gonna take her out Wednesday," Clinton expanded. "Kathleen and Brit want to take her to Echo since they always get the VIP room."

"Ooh, that sounds like fun!" Chelsea cried, leaning forward. Alex felt her hand on his knee and gave her a sideways glance, but figured it was just to propel her forward. The top of her tits were floating, he noticed. Not that it mattered. "Mind if we join you?"

"The more the merrier," Kathleen said. "Though I swear to god, if you hit on Vince the bartender, I will knock you six ways from Sunday."

"Noted," Chelsea said, grinning slyly. "Vince the bartender. Off limits." She settled back in against the wall of the tub, but kept her hand on Alex's knee.

Alex didn't mind her hand there; it was benign enough. Maybe if he wasn't so drunk, he'd move his leg casually away so she wouldn't be offended. But the jets were on full and there was no seeing through the water. No harm done.

"So we were thinking drinks at the Met beforehand," Kathleen told the twins. "Sevenish?" She glanced at Penelope. "Will that work for you?"

Penelope was torn. She absolutely couldn't turn down the invitation, but this was her last week alone in the house with Alex. Still, he often worked late; she'd gone to bed without even seeing him a few nights this last week. And she was excited to make new friends; friends she desperately needed. "That'll be fine," she decided, then looked over at Alex. "Think Ben'll drive me?"

"I'll make sure he does," Alex said, then took another long swig.

"Don't worry," Chelsea said, leaning into Alex, and gave his knee a squeeze. "We'll take good care of her."

Alex laughed loudly and narrowed his eyes. "I'm not sure what that means coming from you, Chelsea," he teased, but meant it.

"You're right about that," Chelsea agreed, letting her hand slowly dance up his thigh. "We may be wild," she said, adding a little seduction to her tone, "but we'll make sure no one takes advantage of her."

Alex was noticing her hand and he was getting hard; though not from Chelsea. Well, maybe a little from Chelsea. The girl was gorgeous, as was her twin. He half smiled about his former fantasies of getting the sisters in his bed. But mostly he was getting ready to take Penelope the second everyone had left. Show her some new things.

Yes, he was definitely getting hard.

"She'll be with us," Clinton said, reassuring Alex. "They might be wild, but I'm a gentleman. I'll keep an eye on her." Clinton smiled, his offer meant fully. He'd be looking at no one else Wednesday, he was sure of it.

"So there you go," Penelope said to Alex. "We'll just have a fun night out. It'll be good for me." She knew whole heartedly that Alex felt bad that she was left alone all day; that he'd thrown this party just so she could make some friends.

"So Britney and Dillon, huh?" Madison giggled. "Sure as shit didn't see that one coming."

"Me either!" Kathleen cried, shocked over her best friend leaving with Dillon. "She'll regret it. He's not that hot."




Alex and Penelope Ch. 08



Alex was hardly listening now. Chelsea's hand had crept up to the top of his thigh. He finished off his drink, realizing just how drunk he actually was now, figuring he'd get out of it by standing up to go get a refill, maybe with a little less alcohol.

"You're out," Chelsea noted with a whisper. She rose up a few inches, keeping her hand in place while she turned, hoping he was getting an eyeful of her tits. "Hey!" she called loudly. "Bartender! We need drinks!"

The bartender nodded and began to mix while Chelsea settled back down, this time with her shoulder against Alex.

Alex sighed, but he still didn't really mind. When she'd turned to get the bartender's attention, her tits had been inches from his face, and his dick was taking over his thoughts. He didn't want Chelsea, he wanted Penelope. Buuuut . . . . well, whatever.

Penelope was chuckling as Kathleen told her that Britney had been seeing a guy on and off, but it was fizzling out, so she was probably just desperate for some attention. Penelope mostly listened to the conversations around her, hearing Madison mention that she thought she'd recognized Andy, and they talked about a class they'd shared a year ago. Andy had scooted awfully close to her, shoulder to shoulder, but if she moved the other way, she'd run into Clinton. So while listening to the conversations, she put her mind on Alex, hoping the party would end soon so they could go to bed together.

Alex felt Chelsea's hand slide over and rest on his erection. His hand shot down to remove it, meeting her fingers, then paused. What the fuck is going on here, he thought. He glanced over at her, her green eyes looking up at him through long lashes. But it was her tits that had his hand pushing hers against him. He was fucking horny. And drunk. Bad combination. He thought through everything as quickly as he could. Chelsea was hot, as was her sister. He only wanted Penelope, but he also eventually wanted Penelope to experience a threesome with him down the line. Maybe if he let this happen for a few minutes, Chelsea would be the one he called when he had Penelope ready.

It was drunk logic, and he knew it, but he'd made up his mind. He didn't give a shit about Claire, and he was just starting out with Penelope, with intentions to teach her everything. And this way he'd be all warmed up and ready to take her through the night, as he intended to do. No more of this one time a night business; he was going to push her to a new limit tonight.

So he removed his hand.

The second he did, her hand started working him. Luckily he was a man with great control, so he could keep his face straight and still be a part of the conversation as though nothing was taking place under the water.

He joined in the conversation. A minute later, he felt her hand creep down under his trunks and grip him, stroking the way only a woman with sexual talent would. He again glanced down and was reassured by the churning water that no one could see what was happening. When he'd look at Penelope, he felt a little guilt, but mostly he felt jealous that she had guys on either side of her that wanted her.

In fact, he wondered what their hands were doing under the water. But that was absurd. Penelope would push them away.

Couples were dropping over and saying their goodbyes. The place was clearing out, finally, which meant he was closer to having Penelope alone, and with the hand job he was receiving, he was so ready to fuck her through the night.

Finally, after about ten minutes, he reached down and pulled her wrist until her hand had left him. "I think it's time we call it a night," he said.

"Probably," Chelsea said with regret. She was the first to climb out of the tub and Alex couldn't help but check out her body as she did so. Her sister followed, her body an echo. He reached down to do a little adjusting and set his mind to making it relax with success. He was the last one out and checked himself, finding that even with the wet trunks, there was no evidence of his half erect cock.

He grabbed Penelope as they walked toward the house and whispered, "Head on up. I'll see them out."

Penelope blushed and smiled at him, then, wrapped in her towel, she made her way up to her room.

The crew discussed their lack of rides, but Clinton said that his driver had stuck around and he could see that everyone got home.

As they all walked out the door, Alex reached and clasped Chelsea's arm. He watched until the rest were a bit away. "You want me?" he asked quietly, hurriedly.

"Oh yes," Chelsea breathed, smiling coyly.

"Good," Alex said, not returning her smile. "Breathe a word of what happened to anyone and I will see that you regret it. Keep it a secret and you'll get what you want."

Chelsea nodded as her wrist was released, and Alex could tell by the look on her face that no one would ever hear what had happened. She liked to gossip, but she wanted him too badly to let that get in the way. She also recognized the power he had, and the threat was taken seriously.

"Have a great night!" Alex cried cheerfully so the others could here. Chelsea ran to the catch up, no one noticing that she'd even fell behind.

And that was the last of them. He dismissed the bartenders and paid them a hefty tip in cash. He oversaw their breakdown, even helping to speed them up. Once they'd cleared out, he shut down the lights outside, then made the rounds through his house to be sure no one had snuck off into a room without him knowing. It took time, but he was certain everyone was gone. 99% of the time if people did want a room alone, they'd ask him.

Finally he walked into Penelope's room and found her laying under the covers, her eyes open, waiting for him. "Have a nice time?" he asked.

She sat up, still in her sexy little bikini. "Oh my god, it was perfect!" she exclaimed. "I can't thank you enough. I just . . . it's been amazing here, especially with you, but I hadn't realized how much I missed my friends. Now I have people I can call to go do things with. People who will be at my school so I won't feel so alone!"

"Good," he said, still hovering near the door. He turned and shut it, then looked back at her. "You ready to play?"

Penelope bit her lip and nodded. The party had been fun, but she'd spent the entire day waiting on tonight.

Alex smiled, his eyes narrowed. "Let me rephrase that," he said wickedly. "Are you ready to get fucked?"

He watched her eyes widen as her lip released. Again she nodded, though not quite as surely as before.

Alex walked over to the bed and ripped the blankets down to the end of the bed. "Turn over," he said.

Penelope was nervous; she knew things were escalating. He'd told her he wanted to teach her everything, and she still didn't know what that entailed. But she would do anything he asked, so she turned around and laid on her stomach, and waited.

Stripping off his wet swim trunks, Alex took her in. The concave curve of her back, her hard little ass. He climbed on top of her and straddled her back, then unhooked her bikini top. He moved her hair to the side, still wet at the tips from the hot tub. He'd hoped for strings at the nape of her neck, but it was one piece. He patted her back between her shoulder blades. "Lift up for me," he said.

Penelope obliged, lifting her upper torso from the mattress and balancing on her elbows. The bikini was lifted from her head and tossed to the floor. She felt his hands on her shoulders, a few seconds of a massage, and moaned lightly at his touch. They slid down and around, then cupped her breasts. He pulled up, mashing them into her, lifting her by her chest even further while his hands squeezed. He was definitely getting rougher, and Penelope found that it wasn't unwelcome. She actually really liked it. It made her feel small and powerless, which was incredibly erotic.

Alex rubbed his hands out, pulling her tits with them until his hands slid around her back. He pushed down until she was once again flat on the mattress. He was going to thoroughly exhaust her tonight, and with Reuben and Beverly having the day off tomorrow, he planned to keep her naked as his toy until tomorrow night.

He climbed off of her, then off the bed entirely until he stood at the foot of it. Reaching, he grabbed her bikini bottoms and yanked them down until they were free of her feet and tossed them aside. When he climbed back up, he straddled her thighs this time and massaged her firm ass, giving it the occasional pinch. He pulled her cheeks apart until he could see her tiny little hole; an orifice he would eventually take, but that would take a lot of building up to. Before he couldn't help himself from touching it, he pushed her cheeks back together and continued massaging her, listening for her ooh's and ahh's.

He dipped his hand between her legs and let the tip of a finger enter her, just to the first knuckle. She was so wet already, which made this easier. He didn't want to work her up to it tonight. His erection was still lingering from Chelsea's hand, getting harder by the second. He placed his cock against her crack and mashed it with his palm, letting out a moan of his own.

Her hands at her sides, he grabbed her wrists and brought them behind her back until he could pin them with one hand, then slid down until he sat on her calves. Pulling her by her wrists, he got her ass in the air, her legs at a right angle, and he could see her wet pussy glistening.

Penelope was in an awkward position, her head to the side on the mattress, held there only by her shoulders. The curve of her body was at a triangle with her ass up in the air. Alex held her wrists in place, so she couldn't bring her hands up to make herself more comfortable, but she didn't protest. She'd promised him to try everything, and she still meant it. She would even continue to do things she didn't like just because he wanted them, and she knew it. Though there hadn't really been anything she hadn't liked yet. In the moment it had been tough, but after she was able to remember what had been so wonderful about every moment, even the painful ones.

Propping himself up on his knees, Alex gripped his cock, precum oozing from the tip. He massaged the base of the head with his thumb, then placed it at her hole. He eased it inside, having to keep hold on it so it wouldn't bend against her clenched muscles.

"Ahhhh!" Penelope cried, feeling him enter her. She'd expected fingers first; she wasn't ready for his girth. It stretched her like crazy, her muscles tensing in protest. And in the position she was in, she couldn't move. She was locked down. Once inside, she tried to make her muscles adjust to his massive size, but he didn't give her time. He was pumping right away.

"Ooh, that's right," Alex whispered to himself with approval. He groped her right ass cheek, pinching it while he pumped her tight pussy. "Good girl." Taking her like this was magnificent; one of his favorite positions. He did make quick mental note of exactly how good she was being; not struggling at all, though her muscles were still tensed and braced, which was to be expected.

He slowed his pace so he could watch his shiny cock slide out, then move inch by inch back inside, loving how it disappeared, swallowed by her. He did this a few times, but was losing his grip on her hands, even though she really wasn't struggling. So with his other hand, he grabbed both of her wrists and used them like reins as he picked up the pace.

Penelope focused on staying as still as she could. Making noises helped, though she suspected she'd be making them anyway. She was adjusting though, and was happy they were once again together, having sex. She didn't want a day without him inside of her. She was stretched to the limit, and he sure was deep, but things were getting more pleasurable as each minute passed.

Alex released her hands so he could grip her hips. It would make it easier to pound her this way. He jerked them back on his cock, using her hips instead of his own to slide in and out. He watched her arms cross over her head, then under her forehead so she was face down. It muffled her moans, which he didn't like, but he was too focused on what her tight pussy was doing to his cock to care much.

While still rocking her hips, he began to thrust as he yanked back, really fucking her hard now. Her sounds were more cries than moans, which excited him further. He liked that they were to a point now that he could use her and not have to be so careful. Her body belonged to him, its sole purpose to please him. While dressed, she was delightful and fun. While naked she was no more than a toy for his pleasure.

"Hands and knees," he ordered gruffly, still pumping at her with force.

Penelope wasn't sure what that meant; it took a second for her mind to even register that he was talking. She was on her knees though, so she brought her hands below her and propped her body up. A second later she felt his hand grab a fistful of hair, pulling her head back as far as it would go. Again she felt stuck, locked in a position.

Alex yanked on her hair, twisting it in his fingers as he fucked her harder, without reprieve. Someday, he thought, she'll have a cock in her mouth while I do this. The mental image sent him over the edge and he came immediately, emptying his load. His pace slowed, his cock losing its erection. Before he lost it entirely, he wanted to feel her muscles spasm, so he reached under and found her clit and pinched.

Penelope screamed with her orgasm, her head still held back by his grip on her hair. Waves of pleasure rocked her body.

Alex felt her muscles go crazy around his cock. He waited until they relaxed fully, then pulled out of her and let go of her hair. He climbed over to her side and sat down while she crashed down on her stomach, her body still shivering with aftershocks.

After a minute, Penelope turned her head to look at him and smiled weakly. That had been a lot of new, but without a doubt the most pleasure she'd had yet. She was worn out, and still felt pain because he was so big, but she was satisfied.

Alex laid on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. She looked exhausted and used, which was exactly how he wanted her to look for the rest of their lives. He rubbed her back, feeling how relaxed she was. Judging by the smile on her face, she'd enjoyed it. He certainly had. But what she probably didn't know was that it was far from over. He'd need a few minutes to recover, but he planned on taking her a few more times tonight.

After about ten minutes of relaxing in silence, he felt like he could get ready again. He brushed hair from her face and looked into her eyes. "Ready to try something new?"

Penelope lost her smile, her eyes narrowing. Twice, back to back like this? "I'm not really sure . . ." she said tentatively. "I'm exhausted."

Alex looked at her with a raise of a brow. "Are you saying no to me?"

Penelope felt her cheeks flood with warmth. She'd sworn to herself she would never say no. "No," she said. "I guess we could do something else . . ."

"Good girl," Alex said with approval. Tonight was about teaching her how to take it from behind. He lightly slapped her ass. "Up off the bed."

It took a second to get her muscles working, but Penelope rose, though slowly, and climbed off the bed. She barely had it in her to stand.

Alex met her on her side and spun her so she faced the bed. He kissed her neck, then whispered. "Bend over the bed."

Penelope eased down until her chest met the mattress. Luckily the bed was as high as her waste, so she was at a comfortable right angle. She pulled her arms up and under her forehead, but kept her head to the side, and waited.

Alex ran his hands down the length of her back. God, how he wanted to spank that ass. But he'd get to that. This week was about teaching her positions. Maybe next week he'd admonish her for her naughtiness and punish her ass. Using one hand to jerk his cock, he played with her ass again. It didn't take too long before he was ready.

Once in place, he grabbed her hips, and this time, he immediately slammed himself in. He didn't wait at all before he was immediately pounding her, oblivious to the cries she made. He focused solely on himself, shutting everything else out. Just feeling her warmth, her grip, her wet depths.

Penelope couldn't believe it was happening again. Her hands were in tight fists as she cried out. Behind her cries she could hear the slapping of flesh with each of his fast thrusts. She couldn't believe she could even take it; it seemed so impossible. Her hips were held, then her ass grabbed and squeezed. At one point his hand was back in her hair, raising her head up as cried burst from her lips. "Ah, Ah, Ah, Uh, Ah, Ah!" One after another, never ending.

It went on for so long Penelope was losing feeling. Her body had given up. The only thing she felt was the constant penetration; the continual slams inside of her. And even this she was enjoying! It stunned her how much she liked that he completely controlled her; that he was doing this solely for his own pleasure, as she knew it couldn't be for hers. Not like this. And still there was pleasure to be had from this, though in a very different way than gentle touches, probing fingers, the sweet love making they'd shared that morning.

Alex came again, though it took him a lot longer this time. That was to be expected. He stayed lodged inside for longer than necessary just because he wanted to keep her filled with his cock. If only he could carry her around with him every second of the day and keep her on it, he would. His cock liked it, but it was more that she was filled with it that turned him on.

Once out, he helped her onto the bed so she could relax, then laid down beside her, this time holding her to him. She deserved some tenderness after what she'd been through. He brushed her hair, rubbed her back. He waited, this time a half hour.

When he was ready, he noticed she was nearly asleep and he quickly moved to wake her back up. If he was training her now, she needed to understand that she had to go as long as he wanted.

That night, he took her two more times, each longer than the last. Once as she gripped a bedpost so he could keep her awake. The second he let her lie still on her stomach, knowing how exhausted she was. That was the last of it, because five minutes after he'd finished, she was asleep. He pulled the blankets up over them and fell asleep from his own exhaustion in the next minute.



Alex and Penelope Ch. 09



Author's note: Thank you to those who are still enjoying the journey of Alex and Penelope. I'm sorry for the delay in the following chapters. I'm submitting as I edit, even though the story is complete, and was away for memorial day weekend, then had the birth of my new nephew! 

Thanks again for your continued support!

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Alex woke up early, too difficult to break schedule and ever really sleep in. He didn't often remember his dreams, but he was ripped from sleep because of his raging hard-on, a product of the wild fantasies that had played out in his dreams. What he remembered was that it involved Penelope and the twins, but the details were fuzzy. 

What he did know was that he needed to take Penelope right away. 

He looked over at her, fast asleep on her back, one arm over head with her blond hair strewn across the pillow. The blankets didn't cover her lovely nipples, only rising to just below those perky little tits. His cock jerked at the sight of her.

He gently let his hand cover her breast and roll it around, finding she didn't make a sound. He loved the noises she made, but this was just as much fun. Propping himself up, he smiled down at her, watching for a sign of life as he took her nipple between his fingers and softly rolled it. 

Inch by inch he pulled the blankets down until her belly button was exposed, then slid his hand down under and cupped her, still as gently as he could. He didn't want to wake her just yet. If he did, so be it, but he was enjoying the sight of her naked and asleep, all his. His every motion light and slow, he let his fingers dance through her folds, watching her face for a reaction. He'd really worn her out last night if she was this asleep still. 

Removing his hand, he licked his middle finger for some lubrication, then cupped her once more, slowly inching it inside of her. He stayed put, just feeling the silk that surrounded him. He stroked her inside with great care, no real pressure. Just letting his fingertip feel the slick sides. It still blew his mind that he'd managed to make her his. 

He thought back on how far they'd come, and chuckled. His offer to have her come live with him was given so he'd make up for the times he wasn't there for her in her life. He'd been excited for someone else to be in his house other than his miserable excuse for a wife. He'd known he wouldn't be able to give her much time with how much he worked, but he'd figured just her presence would lighten the atmosphere he lived in.

Her presence hadn't only lightened the atmosphere, it had lightened him. The very first day she'd arrived, he felt happy again. Her smile reminded him what happiness felt like. When he'd began to lust for her, he'd never expected it to lead him here. If her parents only knew what they'd sent their daughter into, they'd probably shoot him. And if their relationship continued to where he ultimately wanted it to go—divorced from Claire and public with Penelope—he had no idea how they'd react. 

But for now, right now, in this moment, he had his finger inside of the woman he wanted more than he'd ever wanted anyone. Her beauty was a large part of it, but he'd had beautiful women. Her purity and innocence was another part, though he planned to teach her to be his whore. That was certainly a major element of the excitement he felt with her; that he was doing things no man had ever done to her, and he had plenty of games for them to play. But all that aside, he genuinely cared for her. He'd always gotten everything he wanted, but it had all been in shitty ways. Penelope was a breath of fresh air he hadn't even known he needed, and that was what made him so sure that he'd never grow tired of her. 

His finger had been working as he thought about things, and now back in the moment, he realized she was getting wet. He wondered if his finger was altering her dreams, and if he was in her head. She still hadn't moved; well, her fingers had twitched above her head, but that was about it. 

He looked over at the clock. They'd gone to sleep around four, but it was near ten, so she'd be rested enough. Later maybe they'd nap, but he intended to keep her naked all day. Tomorrow he'd order sets of lingerie to dress her in. 

But right now, it was time to wake her up. 

As slowly as he could, he climbed so he could hover over her, his knees between her legs. He kept his hands on either side of her. Penelope's head fell to the side and he froze as her arm stretched out across the bed. But she still didn't wake. 

But she would. 

Once in position, he slowly pushed himself inside of her. He heard a moan, her head tossing to the other side. He was halfway in when her eyes fluttered, then gave a quick blink and looked up at him.

"Oh," she said quietly in surprise. 

"Yes," he responded lightly, then bent down to kiss her lips. He was able to place his weight on her now as he slid deeper. 

Penelope lifted her head an inch to check her surroundings, then looked back up at Alex. She could feel him inside of her, and wondered how the hell that had even happened. One minute she'd been dreaming about him; dreaming of him making love to her in her bed. The next minute, he was.

"Uhm," she said, still trying to get her bearings, then looked down between them. She chuckled. "Has this been happening?"

Alex chuckled. "Just started," he said. "Woke up and had to have you."

Penelope smiled, letting her arms stretch. She yawned sleepily as she felt him pull back, then gently reenter. She couldn't imagine a better way to wake up, though she was surprised she hadn't woken up sooner. She sighed in absolute pleasure, and realized that it didn't hurt at all. Maybe it was that she was fresh out of sleep, so she was relaxed enough to take it. It could also have been that she'd been stretched for hours last night without reprieve, so maybe she was getting used to him. Either way, it was wonderful. 

Last night had been hard to get through, yet still even greater than the night before. It amazed her that as things escalated between them, they got worse and better at the same time. Worse because he'd exhausted her and still fucked her. Worse because it had hurt at times how hard he'd pounded her. Worse because it went on for four hours, each of the four times longer than the last. Better because it had been something new to try. Better because she was actually able to take what he was giving her. Better because it not only pleased him, but it had also felt pretty pleasing, despite the moments of pain. Better because they had gone so long, pushed through her exhaustion because he wanted to be inside and she wanted him there. 

Better because he still wanted her another day, when she still felt scared that at any moment it could all end. 

And here they were, making love once more in the morning, a sure sign that she had today as well. So she pushed her fear aside and decided she'd deal with tomorrow, tomorrow, and let herself sink into her pleasure. 

Alex took his time with her; she'd earned it after last night. No matter what he put her through, he would always make it up to her so she knew how much he cared about her. He would put her thought a lot, so he'd have to be careful in reminding her that all of it was just games. He wondered how she'd take it, but no matter what, he'd have to assure her that it was all just sex play. 

He just hoped she'd be into it, because he needed the play for a healthy sex life, and he wanted it to be with her. 

He whispered into her ear how beautiful she was, how much he cared for her. How amazing she'd been sexually. How she'd pleased him. How no one had ever meant as much to him as she did, and no one ever would. 

He meant every word of it. 

And he needed to say it before things got rough again later. With how slow he was moving, he had to think about dirtier things to cum, but when he was ready, he reached between them and worked her. They came together, which was wonderful to share. 

When Alex wrapped her in his arms, Penelope snuggled in close, unable to believe how happy she was. She'd never been as happy in her life as she'd been these past two weeks. She hadn't even known what happiness was until now. She thought about how she wanted this for the rest of her life. Living with Alex, getting her degree and finding a job, spending her nights doing anything he asked and waking the following morning with him inside of her. 

She nuzzled his chest. "So what are we doing today?" she asked. 

"Oh, lots of things," Alex chuckled. "And every one of them involves you naked."

Penelope's heart raced, nervous and excited. "All day?" she cried in wonder. 

"And into the night," he assured her. "Are you ready for that?"

"I suppose," Penelope said, trying to hide the hesitation. All day? She'd been unable to move after two hours last night and it had still kept going. She just didn't have the stamina!

Alex kissed her forehead. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll take breaks. Like now. What can I bring you for breakfast?"

Penelope considered. She wasn't actually all that hungry, but that was pretty usual; she'd never really been a person for breakfast. "I guess whatever you want to make."

Alex unhooked her arms and sat up. "Whatever I want to make, coming right up," he said, then left the room. 

After breakfast, they took a bath together, then Alex laid down on the bed with his hands cradling his head. He'd decided not to introduce anything new today, just practice what they'd already done. 

And practice they did. While he relaxed, Penelope sucked him for a good half hour until he put a stop to it so he could fuck her. He took her missionary to his completion, then licked her until she came. They took a short nap, then he took her from behind, working her for a long time. He gave her another break and played with her tits until he was ready again, then bent her over the side of the bed for another good hard fucking. She was pretty well worn out by then, so they took another nap, this one longer. They broke for dinner, both going downstairs to dig for leftovers, still naked of course. Alex led her into the living room and draped a leg over the back of the couch to fuck her some more. 

Penelope couldn't believe they were still going. By the time they moved back to her room, she was actually grateful he'd be working tomorrow. She needed a break, however much she wanted him. She did know he was testing her, so she kept at it without protest, though her pussy couldn't decide if it ached or if it was numb. After he took her one last time in her bed, he told her again how amazing she was and they fell asleep. 

***

It was business as usual for a Monday, though Alex spent a good hour or so online ordering Penelope sets of lingerie from the boutique to have delivered today, then another half hour ordering sex toys to use on her later. He had a million, but using them on her seemed unclean; he wanted everything to be fresh for her, because she was fresh. He chose two-day shipping, though wouldn't introduce them for a little while longer. 

Penelope spent the day recovering. She soaked in a bubble bath for a long time, then laid down in her bed to read. When there was a knock on her door, she wondered if Alex was coming to see her for more, but it was just Reuben.

"Master Alex has made an appointment for you at the spa. Ben is waiting out front."

"Oh, alright," she said. "I'll be right down."

"He asked if you'd please swing by his office before you leave," Reuben continued. 

"Sure thing," Penelope said. Reuben left and she quickly changed into something more appropriate than the tank and gym shorts she'd been wearing. 

When she entered his office, Alex was sitting at his desk studying papers. He looked up and smiled. "Close the door," he said. 

Penelope shut the door behind her, then Alex beckoned her over. She came around the desk and he pulled her down for a kiss. She smiled when he let go. 

"I thought you might need some pampering," he said.

"You pamper me enough," Penelope responded with a laugh. 

"Maybe, though that's not entirely true," Alex said, grinning wickedly. "I use you pretty hard, so you deserve a bit more. You'll get a massage and a facial, along with some time in the sauna. I've also set up a waxing first thing."

Penelope raised a brow. "A waxing?" she asked dully. She'd had her eyebrows waxed, which was easy, but they were in fine shape.

Alex reached between her legs and rubbed. He could feel her melt into him. "Not that you need it," he said. "But I thought it might be fun to be bare. I love the hair, but I'd also like to see it off."

And that'll hurt like hell, Penelope thought. "If you want it all gone, I can shave . . ."

Alex shook his head. "Shaving gets prickly," he said. He actually did like her hair, but he hated prickles and did want to see what she looked like without it. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

And he did mean that. 

Penelope shook her head, willing strength. She'd try anything, and if this is what he wanted, she'd do it without question. "Nope," she finally said. "I'll do it."

Alex beamed. While still massaging between her legs, he used his other hand to take hers and pull her down for another kiss. "It won't be as bad as it sounds, and you'll have a long massage once it's over," he said. "Trust me, you'll want it regularly once you've had it. I'll see you tonight."

Penelope left his office for the car. 

The wax was pretty painful, but not unbearable. In the past week she'd had more main having sex than the ripping of hot wax, and the results stunned her. Once powdered, the woman held the mirror between her legs. Penelope was stunned; she'd never seen what she looked like down there. Though red and angry, she was fascinated by the folds and wondered why she'd never thought to check it out herself. 

She spent some time in the sauna, but it didn't really do much for her. Mostly she felt hot and like she couldn't breathe, so she left and showered. 

The massage was ninety minutes of pure pleasure. Every muscle was worked to full relaxation. The facial was wonderful, and she also got a paraffin wax for her hands, leaving them silky smooth. Her entire body felt silky after the oils, and she actually felt refreshed after the hard work from the day before. 

While Penelope was gone, Reuben entered to tell him some packages had arrived. Alex quickly left his office to retrieve the boxes and get them out of view before anyone knew what they were. Reuben wouldn't have a clue, but Jessica might recognize them, and he wanted them to be a surprise for Penelope. 

Once he'd taken them to a guest room, he went through them to decide which he'd leave for Penelope to find. He'd ordered such a variation of styles it was hard to choose. There were some extremely dirty sets that he'd pull out later, and some complex ones with multiple straps that wound around a body that he wasn't sure she'd figure out how to put on. He wasn't sure he'd figure out how to take them off. 

But considered she'd be bare, he settled on a sheer white bra and panty set, with an opaque white waspie that buttoned up the front, which would be nice later. He closed the lid and retied the bow, then swung by her room to deposit it on the bed. 

Penelope returned from the spa and, after a late afternoon sandwich, she decided to take a nap, just in case she was due for another late night. She felt so fresh and relaxed and ready. Now she just needed to be wide awake.

When she saw the familiar lilac box on her bed, she squealed in glee. Once opened, she immediately put everything on, though the waspie had initially confused her. She then crawled into bed and fell asleep. 

Alex had to forgo dinner once more. He dismissed Reuben and Beverly for the night, then picked at the plate she'd delivered as he finished up his work. He then sent Jessica home and searched for Penelope. 

As he'd hoped, she was in her room with the bedside lamp on, reading a book. He was even happier when he noticed that he could see her nipples through the sheer white bra she was wearing. "How was the spa?" he asked. 

Penelope looked up from her book and smiled, setting it aside. "Wonderful. Thanks for doing that for me," she said, then added, "You were right. The waxing wasn't so bad."

"Stand up and let me see you," Alex said. 

Penelope dutifully climbed from the bed and stood, leaning against the mattress. She watched Alex take her in, holding her breath, but she was getting more confident. She'd seen how she looked in the mirror and liked it. 

Alex walked over and cupped her pussy through the sheer fabric. "Does that hurt?" he asked.

"I still sting a little," she said with nonchalance. "Nothing that can't be worked around."

"You're amazing," he said with approval. 

He pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her all over. He pulled the cups of the bra down to bite her nipples while she squealed in delight. She helped him unbutton his shirt and he removed it, tossing it aside. Her hands were at his pants, and he was glad she was getting a little more bold. The next minute he was in his underwear. 

He had to see what had been done. It was easy to see she was bald through the sheer, but he wanted a better look, so he yanked her panties down and discarded them, then stared. The effect was mouthwatering; so much so that he immediately brought his mouth down and licked her. She was still red, but that would be gone in a day or so. But he could see everything without that stripe, and it was intoxicating. 

He unhooked her waspie and then removed his underwear. He then laid down on the bed on his back while Penelope propped herself up. He was erect already and began to rub himself. 

"Can I help?" Penelope asked, placing her hand on his.

"Actually, there is something you can do," Alex said, holding his cock at the base so it stuck straight up in the air. "Sit down on me."

Penelope froze for a second, letting her mind catch up as it usually needed to. She then lifted her leg over and straddled his thighs, then reached out to stroke him.

"No," Alex said. "I mean sit down on me." He stroked his shaft and looked at it to get his point across. A flicker of recognition appeared on her face as she hesitantly lifted up onto her knees and climbed forward. With how long he was, she had to lift her leg and tilt to the side just to get hovering over it, and Alex sure wasn't about to help her by bringing it down. He kept it straight at the ceiling, and now, straight at Penelope's pussy. 

Penelope felt the tip at her hole. With Alex's hand, it drew little circles, tickling her enough that she swayed and nearly toppled to the side. But it was when she felt a finger run down her bare slit that she was really afraid she'd lose her balance, so she leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest to keep herself up. 

Alex looked her in the eyes, lightly rubbing her slit. "I'm not exactly sure what you're waiting for," he said, toneless. "Slide down on me."

Penelope didn't know if she could. It was one thing to stay still while he pushed his way in. It was another thing entirely for her to take that width on her own volition. Even though she'd get accustomed to him inside, it always took a few minutes, and that initial shock always hurt her.

Alex waited patiently and stopped rubbing. He was actually glad she was hesitating. She'd been compliant so far, though at times he knew she wanted to protest, so he needed this to use against her later. Thursday would mark a week since he'd started training her be fucked. Next week he wanted to teach her to comply. He wanted to teach her to be punished. 

He felt a pressure on his tip, but she had paused again. He grinned to himself. He certainly wasn't going to help her. "What's the problem?"




Alex and Penelope Ch. 09



Hard as Penelope tried, she couldn't get herself down. She'd managed about an inch, but then when it had started to stretch her, the bit of pain that came with it, she'd frozen. She knew she should just do it, like ripping off a Band-Aid. She knew it would feel good once she had; not immediately, but eventually. She loved being with him. She loved having him inside of her. 

Maybe it was this. Maybe it was that she was on top that was the problem. Maybe it was also that she was a little sore from the waxing, and still a little sore inside from yesterday. 

"I . . . I don't know," she stammered, trying again to lower herself down. Another millimeter and she felt that stretch again, her muscles unwilling to allow him entry. 

Oh yes, he would absolutely use this against her later. But for now . . . "You know you'll like it," he said, not gently, still without much tone. "It gives you completely control."

Well, that was enticing. Once she had him in, she could control the depth and the pace, though she had no idea how. She pushed, her face creasing with the effort. As she felt the pain with her stretching, she let out a tiny cry and stopped once more, this time actually lifting herself back up a tiny bit. "I can't," she cried. "I don't know why! I just . . . I can't . . . it's . . ."

Alex gripped her waist firmly and threw her down on her back with him on top. She made an ugh sound as she hit the mattress. He immediately, with quite the force, thrust inside of her. With his hands still on her waist, he pulled back against his thrusts.

"Tonight I was trying to teach you something new," he said. Her eyes were shut in tight creases, her mouth open wide enough to see that her teeth had mashed together, her noise a never ending Eeee as she endured the onslaught coming from his cock. 

"Something you would have really enjoyed, and I thought we'd agreed," he said, punctuating agreed with a slam that made her cry out. He grinned as he resumed his assault of her pussy. "You told me you wanted to learn. Is that not the case anymore?"

"No," Penelope cried. 

He slowed his pace, but made his thrusts longer as he waited, pulling out until he could feel his head release from her outer muscles before slamming it back in; not quite to the hilt with the angle he was in, but as far as he could go. 

He also wasn't sure if the no was in answer to his question, or a no, as in she wanted him to stop. He'd never force anything to a firm no. 

Penelope was still moaning, her eyes tightly shut. She was in trouble. She'd disappointed him, something she hadn't meant to do. And god, how she hurt now. She hadn't been ready for this; there had been no build up. And it also wasn't getting any easier. 

Alex yanking her hips back so she slid down on his cock, her head falling from the edge of the pillow. He resumed his fucking. "Do you not want this anymore?"

Penelope didn't think her mouth could form words. As soon as she felt another slam, she yelled, "I want this!" so quickly they weren't actually distinct words.

"What?" she heard him ask as he pulled out. 

Another push.

"I want this!" she whimpered.

Alex grinned and fell down on her, hovering over her. She was hot and sweaty. He laced his fingers in her hair, gripping her head from both sides and using his shoulder to keep her body still while he slowed his motions. "What do you want?" he asked in a whisper.

"I . . ." It was hard to form the words. Always so hard to talk when having Alex pumping her. "I want to have sex with you!"

"But this isn't sex," he chuckled near her ear. "This is me fucking you." Each word was punctuated with another thrust. 

God, he was enjoying himself. He'd been dying to take her hard since they'd started. This weekend he'd come close, but not quite where he wanted. He was teaching her just how hard it could be; how hard he would often want it. He liked all kinds of sex, every kind of sex there was. But what he liked most was the control. Making a woman serve him and punishing her if she didn't. It wasn't that he meant anything by it, it was all just a game. A game he loved to play. 

Penelope would eventually learn that. But right now he wanted to put her in her place. It was such a turn on that she had no idea it was a game; she genuinely felt bad and she was genuinely suffering. He knew he would absolutely have to make it up to her, and also explain what it was because right now she was still to sexually naïve to understand. 

"What am I doing, Penelope?" he urged.

Penelope felt the familiar feeling of exhaustion, the familiar stars. He held her so tight that only her arms could move, though she found she could move her legs and was surprised when she registered that they were wrapped around him as he pumped into her. "You're fucking me," she said, though there was no tone. It was just air.

"That's right," he said, easing his pace. He pulled as far back as he could go, slammed in, then slowly did the same. Once out again, he paused. "You want it?" he asked, looking down at her. He smiled to see her lips quivering, her eyes slightly glossy. She bit her lip, braced, and nodded. 

He did nothing.

"Do you want it?" he repeated. He wanted to hear her say it. 

"Yes," she whimpered.

Another slam and she stiffened in his arms. He smiled, so close to coming he didn't have much left. "Tell me to fuck you, Pen," he said, now exiting his lips between bursts of air. God, he was fucking close. 

"I want you to fuck me," Penelope said. And as it left her mouth, she realized . . . she did. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to fuck her just like this. Every single thing that they had done, she'd liked, each more than the last. And she was finding that this still held true. She hurt right now, but the pain seemed to give her a mental image of what he was doing. She'd hurt tomorrow, but it would serve as a constant reminder of what had taken place. It was like her body was no longer her own, it was his. 

"Oh, god, Alex," she cried, clutching him tightly. "I want you to fuck me!"

Alex couldn't fucking believe it. His eyes widened; it was the first time she'd genuinely taken him by surprise. With three more forceful slams, he came with a cry of his own. Once the ecstasy had left his body, he collapsed his full weight onto her, catching his breath. 

Sweet, innocent Penelope had told him she wanted to be fucked. 

He smiled into her shoulder; chuckled silently. He could get away with anything now. And he would.

***

The remainder of Monday night was spent talking about what had happened. Alex told her that he wasn't actually angry and that he never would be. Penelope said that she knew that, though didn't add the mostly that should have followed. Alex explained that from here on out there might be games. That he'd punish her, sort of like he had tonight, but he'd never really mean it. He said there might be times she'd tell him to stop but not necessarily mean it, so they'd need a safe word. Something that would only be used if she really wanted him to stop. She'd asked if that would mean they weren't sexually compatible. 

Alex told her teasingly, "Depends on how often you use it." When her eyes widened, he bundled her in his arms. "Of course not," he continued lightly. "I think we're pretty into each other, and as long as you try everything, you can decide what you don't like. Only time will tell us if we will work together, but so far there isn't a doubt in my mind that we will. I promise you that, Pen."

He meant it. 

Penelope hoped with every molecule in her body that they would.



Alex and Penelope Ch. 10



Author's note: My continual thanks for those who are following the adventures of Alex and Penelope. Your feedback is always fun to read, and I respond personally to every message, though again I must tell you that the novel is complete. The only reason there is space between the chapters is that I'm editing as I go and literotica has quite the backlog. Suggestions are fine, but don't be disappointed that they're not implemented, as I have no plans to change the plot I decided on. :)

Thank you again and enjoy!

***

Tuesday, Penelope took another long bath to soak her aching body until she felt normal, though as she went through her day, she still felt the constant reminder that she'd had Alex inside of her. Even as she lay out at the pool, she'd purposefully move her legs just to feel the sensation that lingered inside her depths. She even found her fingers trailing across her stomach as she thought about Alex, and had to stop them at times from heading south.

Alex had a problem to deal with; a problem that should take him out of town. The CEO of a company he was invested in had been indicted for embezzlement and the investors wanted to meet. He spent the day on conference calls, and insisted that he couldn't get there until Monday. He knew it was a bad idea, but he wasn't about to leave Penelope when he had only half a week left until Claire got home. 

Half of the afternoon was spent arguing with Jessica. She kept urging him to leave now. He argued that they could wait on him and told her to book a flight for them first thing Monday morning. When Jessica left to set things up, he wrestled with himself. He should leave now, but he'd made up his mind there. But he could bring Penelope with him. He'd have no time for her, but she could shop and see the sights. Then at night, he could still have her. He'd be able to sleep with her a few more nights this way, at the very least.

He called Jessica back in and told her to add a seat for Penelope. He made it clear that he'd want a suite in the hotel with two bedrooms, one for Penelope, that way they could share a room without anyone knowing they were also sharing a bed. He was relieved when Jessica smiled and said that was a good idea; told him it would probably be fun for her to get away for a few days. 

When Jessica returned to his office an hour later, she had a detailed itinerary, and a schedule of his appointments, meetings, dinners, all that would keep him busy from seven in the morning to very late at night. She'd also taken the time to print off different things Penelope could do while he was busy. Alex looked them over.

"Book tickets to this musical and take her to it Monday night," Alex said, handing her one of the sheets. He'd be at a dinner until late anyway. He knew over the three days they'd probably never have a chance to fuck, but he again reminded himself that it was three more days they could share a bed.

Alex continued to study, looking back and forth between the appointments and various activities. "I think I'll only need you in the morning on Tuesday, so that afternoon you can take her wherever. Maybe this museum?"

Jessica smiled, barely able to contain her excitement. Penelope was the best thing that had ever happened around here. Alex was in a better mood lately, and Jessica got to have fun on the business trip on his dime. After they'd shopped last week, Jessica had found she really liked Penelope. Penelope was someone she could see herself being friends with someday.

Alex sighed heavily, shaking his head. "And just so she's not totally abandoned, move this dinner on Wednesday to a second lunch or whatever so I can take her out before we leave Thursday morning." He smiled weakly up at Jessica.

"Anything you'd like me to book?" Jessica asked. "Reservations maybe?"

Alex shrugged, scanned the sheets. "See if you can get tickets to this concert," he said, turning the paper around and pointing. "If not, we'll just play it by ear."

Alex watched Jessica leave, knowing full well there was no way he'd be going to some concert with Penelope Wednesday night. It was a little dangerous what he was doing, but he knew Claire didn't want her here in the first place, so she'd view it as a favor. Jessica was excited she wouldn't be working as hard, and since Jessica was always booked in a normal room instead of a suite, she'd be a number of floors below him. There was no reason to question Penelope sharing his suite since there were two rooms. In fact it would be weird if he flat out booked a separate room for Penelope.

So really, there was no danger. 

Once he came to terms with that, he smiled. And so what if there was a danger? The worst that would happen is they'd be caught, and by whom? Jessica? She'd never say a thing. And if she did? Then he was out. Big deal. Claire was the only wife he hadn't cheated on, and the only reason he hadn't was his busy schedule and apathy. He'd given up, only having sex with her when he was desperate for a release. But it wasn't like he had some sort of reputation to uphold. Everyone he knew had known him long enough to see him as a single man, many of them actually seeing him in the act or partaking. 

He thought of Chelsea then. If anything he had more regret over that benign little hand-job than he'd ever felt fucking around, and only because of how much he cared about Penelope. It still stunned him how much he cared about her. In all his life he'd never felt like this for a woman. 

But thinking about Chelsea also made him hard. He had her wrapped around his finger now after his threat and promise. Maybe her sister, too. They'd played a part in his fantasies before, those hot little twins, but now they played a new part. Now he could see himself dominating not only them, but Penelope too. While he'd never let go of imagining himself with the two sisters, he'd never act on it unless Penelope was there. He'd never act on anything again without her presence. But he knew without a doubt that he would act, and she'd be participating. 

That night he worked late, doing all that he could to make sense of things from home since he couldn't be there himself. Well, wouldn't be there. By the time he finally made it upstairs, Penelope was in her bed asleep.

***

Wednesday night, Penelope met her new friends at the bar. As she'd been promised, they weren't carded, so she had two drinks before they hit the club. 

There was a line down the block, but with Kathleen in the lead, the crew was in the front doors without so much as a word. They were taken to an enclave in the back that was roped off and immediately showered with the attention of the staff. A few drinks later, they hit the dance floor.

Clinton and Penelope danced close, which at first felt a little strange, but they were packed tightly in the large crowd so it wasn't as though room allowed arm's length. Besides, Penelope was having a great time with everyone and Clinton was one of the hotter guys in the club. She could see the envious glances she was getting, even though Clinton hardly compared to Alex.

Penelope noticed how the twins would grind against each other, obviously using what they had to attract as much attention as they could. They seemed more like girlfriends than sisters the way they would touch; Chelsea grabbing Madison's ass, Madison running her fingers down between Chelsea's huge breasts. Penelope watched in awe, unable to understand how they could do that, but they were certainly getting the attention they wanted as guy after guy would come over and grind against them. 

While dancing with one guy, he smiled and grabbed both their heads and pushed them together. Penelope almost fell to the floor when the twins kissed. The guy took a step back and grabbed the attention of his five friends, pointed. Every one of them had eyes wide and were laughing and grinning, pushing each other. The first guy moved back in and put his head between the girls, entering in a three-way kiss that Penelope had never imagined possible. When he started squeezing Chelsea's breast, she had to look away. 

"How can they do that?" she asked Clinton, blushing wildly. 

Clinton looked over, then laughed. He pulled Penelope a little closer, grinding into her with the fast beat. "They know how to get what they want," he said easily. 

Penelope shook her head, still moving to the beat. She glanced back over to find the action was still continuing, and couldn't help but agree. Every guy that surrounded them was watching, one even mindlessly stroking his pants. "But they're sisters!"

"So?" Clinton asked. "That's every guy's fantasy!"

"Obviously!" Penelope agreed, this time laughing as she swept the crowd that had been drawn. Her gaze returned to the scene, and this time the guy was groping Madison's breast with his hand between Chelsea's legs. And he was rubbing. "Holy shit . . ." Penelope breathed, then turned her attention back on Clinton and didn't look their way again. 

They left the club at a little after one. Ben was one of the only driver's that had stuck around, so Clinton and Kathleen rode with her, while the twins, Dillon and Britney climbed into another car. Penelope sat in the front with Ben as they dropped off Clinton and Kathleen at their respective houses. Mansions, rather, as they were far too large to ever be considered houses. After Kathleen had left the car with the promise to go shopping with Penelope on Friday, Penelope slumped against the door, worn out and drunk.

While Ben drove to Alex's estate, he kept glancing down at Penelope's legs. Her skirt had ridden up almost to the top of her thigh. He ached to reach over and touch it, then fantasized about doing just that in a few months when she was riding with him daily. Maybe fingering her. Maybe getting head from that sweet mouth on the way home from class. 

Penelope was dropped off and wished Ben good night, thanking him profusely for being out so late, then stumbled up to the door. 

It was dark inside, so she made her way to her room, hoping Alex would be there. 

She smiled when she found he was, and still awake, which made her even happier. He was reading a newspaper, and though he had the comforter up, his tanned chest was bare. She hoped he was naked. After drinking and dancing with Clinton all night, she'd become horny. She wanted him, badly. 

Alex looked up and smiled. In the future, he'd bend her over the bed and spank her ass for being out this late, but they hadn't experimented with that sort of play yet. Fucking her in punishment the way he had Monday was only the beginning. Eventually she'd know that the second she got home it was expected for her to make it up to him. 

"Have a good night?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She was obviously tipsy, and he laughed as she nearly fell to the floor while removing her shoes. 

"It was amazing!" she cried, then began to disrobe.

Alex hadn't spoken to her since Monday, and he told her as she undressed that he had to leave first thing Monday on a business trip.

Penelope's face fell. "No," she breathed. In her bra and panties now, she climbed into the bed. 

"But . . . I decided you should come with me." He saw her face light up. "It won't be too much fun for you," he warned, folding up his newspaper. "I'll be working a lot. More than I already do here. But I lined up a musical that Jessica will take you to, then Tuesday you guys can shop and check out the city . . ." He paused, laughing. Penelope was sitting with her legs crossed, and bouncing. He glanced down at her tits, watched them jiggle in her bra. "And Wednesday I've reserved the night for you."

She threw her arms around him and kissed him. "Where are we staying?" Penelope asked once she drew back. 

"Well," he said, tracing the line of her bra. "You and I will be sharing a suite, so no matter how busy I am during the day, we'll still be sleeping together at night."

Penelope could feel her lip quiver. She'd resigned herself to never sleeping with him again after Saturday, knowing they'd still have sex, but it would be different. Claire would be home late Sunday night. Which reminded her. "What about Claire?"

"What about Claire?" he asked, dipping his finger into the cup and brushing her nipple. "Claire will be glad we're both out of the house for a few days."

"But won't she think something's up?" Penelope asked with worry.

Alex laughed. "What she'll think is that I'm taking you on the trip so she won't have to deal with you alone. She'll think it's a favor. And I already told you, there's no guarantee here that we won't be found out, and I'm willing to take that risk. I want out. I want her gone, and if that's next week, then it's one less thing we have to worry about."

Alex again questioned whether he should just bite the bullet and serve her with divorce papers, but he was too sure that over the next few months he could drive her to leave on her own accord. It wasn't the money, or maybe it was, but only because he didn't want to give her a dime. He'd easily drop that number on a charity just as easily as he'd toss it at Penelope and say, have at it. But Claire didn't deserve the money she could make. So he had to wait. 

He returned his focus on the body leaning across his chest and pulled a strap down. "Tell me about your night," he said, then let his finger trace the line back to the cup and pull it down, exposing her perfect little round tit. 

"Well, we met for drinks," Penelope said, trying not to lose herself in his fondling. The fact that she was drunk didn't help her at all. "They didn't even card me!"

Alex laughed, running circles around her areola. "A centurion card will do that," he said. He'd had Jessica give Penelope a duplicate of his black AmEx after they'd shopped last week. 

"Then we went to Echo," Penelope said. 

Alex had been to Echo a handful of times. They catered to the wealthy, with only top shelf liquor and expensive champagnes. He knew Penelope had never been anywhere like it. She'd probably never even been to a club in her life, seeing as she was eighteen and from their tiny hometown. 

"It was . . . decadent," she finally decided on. "Everything about it was amazing. There were so many people, and we had a little roped off room all to ourselves." She narrowed her eyes. "I drank," she said, then laughed. "A lot."

"I can tell," Alex exclaimed. "And your new friends? You like them?"

"I do," Penelope gushed. "I can really see myself being friends with Kathleen and Britney. We danced for a long time." 

"Who did you dance with?" Alex prodded, though did so teasingly. He expected her to dance with men, actually liked it. As long as she came home to him, he didn't mind.

"Well," she began, then looked down. She could feel her cheeks fill with warmth. "I danced with Clinton. But it's not like that."

Alex pinched her nipple. "I know it's not that like that," he said softly, assuring her she didn't need to feel bad about it. Again he thought of the times he'd spank her later for this sort of admission, and felt himself grow. "Who else were you out with?"

"Well, Dillon came," she said, then laughed. "Kathleen was right at the party. Britney wanted nothing to do with him!" She paused, sinking into him when she felt his hand cover her breast and massage. "Oh, and Chelsea and Madison were there."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, brightening. He squeezed, then slid his hand into the cup to her right. "What do you think of them?"

"Ahhh," Penelope moaned as his hand covered her. "I like them a lot. They're absolutely crazy." She thought about what she'd seen and her eyes popped open to look at Alex. "You know they actually made out with each other on the dance floor?" she cried, his hand nearly forgotten. 

Alex felt his cock jerk and he squeezed the tit he held. "Oh yeah?" he said casually. God damn, he always knew those girls had it in them!

"Yeah!" Penelope said, ringing with disbelief. She still couldn't believe it. "They were dancing together and like, touching each other."

"Where?" Alex asked, wanting every detail. 

"Well," Penelope began, then bit her lip. "Chelsea was touching Madison's butt, and then Madison was touching Chelsea's, uh . . . chest." 

Alex tried to suppress his laugh. Penelope still couldn't even say the words. Just one more thing he'd have to teach her. 

"Then they were dancing with this guy who pretty much pushed them together and they made out," Penelope finished, then remembered the rest. "Only then the guy joined them, and then he was grabbing them . . ."

Alex was rock hard now. "Grabbing them . . . here?" he asked, squeezing the breast he held.

Penelope nodded, losing the thought of arousal to the conversation. "Yep!"

Alex slid his hand down her side and cupped her ass. "What about here?"

Penelope again nodded. "Uh huh," she affirmed.

Smiling, Alex slid his hand around and sent it between her legs. Penelope moaned, her head falling back. Her hair brushing on his chest tickled him. "What about here?"

"Yesss," Penelope said, losing herself to his touch. "That too?"

Alex grinned. "The guy was really doing this?" he asked, wanting confirmation. He wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or saying it more in response to his touching. 

"Yeah," Penelope said with a quick nod, looking into his eyes. "That's when I stopped watching."

Well, those dirty little sluts, Alex thought, silently chuckling. He'd certainly expected it of them, but now he knew without a doubt he could get them in his bed with Penelope someday, if they were that brazen on a dance floor. 

Alex grabbed Penelope's panties and worked them off her legs, which was easy with her leaning across him on her side, her knees up near his chest. He lightly slapped her ass, then swung her around so he was on top of her. 

Within minutes he was inside of her, imagining what it would—or rather—will be like fucking her and the twins together. 

***

Unfortunately the rest of the week was more of the same. Alex had a crisis to deal with that kept him working late, and by the time he finally made it to her bed, they only had time for more of the same, and in short bursts at that. 

Friday, Penelope went shopping with Kathleen. She didn't spend much money at all. She just didn't feel right about it since it wasn't hers. She only came home with a pair of shoes, which had surprised and pleased Alex. He wanted her to have everything, but the fact that she'd only bought one pair reminded him that she was unlike every other woman in his life. Had he given his card to anyone else, an endless supply of shopping bags would have left the car, like clowns in a cartoon. That night he assured her that she'd been given the card to use at will. Penelope still knew she couldn't, but it was nice to hear. 

Saturday was their last day alone together, and it was killing Alex. He barely slept at all Friday night after he'd fucked Penelope, knowing that it was the last night he'd be able to actually sleep with her. Sure, they had the business trip, and of course Claire would rarely be home. But after tonight, Claire would be in his bed with him nightly, and it made him want to throw up. 

He awoke the next morning to his cell phone ringing, and picked it up in annoyance. "Yes?" he said gruffly, exhausted. 

"I'm boarding my flight," Claire's voice said without so much as a hello, not that Alex cared in the slightest. "You'll see that Ben is an hour early in case we land ahead of time?"

"Of course," he said, rolling onto his back. He closed his eyes, thinking he should just write her a fucking check and spend today changing the locks. "Katie Spaulding is having a party tomorrow afternoon. Jessica confirmed our attendance."

He heard Claire laugh. "That skanky bitch," she said, and Alex could hear the holier-than-thou sneer. "Pool party, I assume, so everyone can drool over her like a Barbie doll."




Alex and Penelope Ch. 11



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***

The party was wild, as was to be expected. The invitation had specifically invited single adults only, or couples without children. So it was no surprise when they showed up to see women around the pool already topless and tipsy. 

They had arrived a little later than planned because Alex had "forgotten" to book time at the spa for Claire. She wasn't able to get in until noon, so they'd had to wait on her. Luckily it had given Alex and Penelope an hour or so alone. 

Penelope immediately saw her friends in the pool and waved at them, joining them after a drink and a quick bite to eat. She was surprised to see women walking around without bikini tops, but Alex had warned her about Katie Spaulding's past, so it made sense. 

She spent the entire afternoon with her friends while they shared all the gossip with her, pointing out certain people and telling her their darkest secrets. They had a lot of questions about Claire, but Penelope kept her mouth shut. She would never speak poorly of anyone, and certainly wasn't about to air the news that Alex was unhappy, though her friends seemed to know it. 

Alex avoided Claire as much as possible, but it also meant avoiding Penelope. He was happy to see that her friends were here so she wouldn't feel too out of place, but knew she must be dying anyway in this crowd. He was extremely happy when Penelope asked if Ben could take her home because she was tired. He told her of course, knowing things would be getting wilder once the sun set. He wished he could join her. 

Once dark, the hot tub filled with naked bodies toying with each other. The pool had couples making out in the corners, and Katie had given her permission to a few to stay over and head on up to their rooms. 

Claire showed up at his side with Grace Pemberton and ran her fingers down his chest. "We were thinking maybe we should stay," she said seductively, eying Grace. "You know. The three of us."

Grace put her arm around Claire's neck and batted her eyes at Alex. She was lovely. Petite, black hair and dark eyes. But his answer was easy. "I'm up early to catch a flight," he said, his apology more to Grace than to Claire. "I should probably leave now, but stay if you wish."

Grace excused herself while Claire leaned in and hissed, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I'm just not feeling it," he said with a shrug. He was, a little, and the thought of fucking Grace was intriguing. But he wasn't feeling it for her like he did for Penelope. And he certainly wasn't feeling it for Claire. "You staying or coming?"

"Fine, let's go," Claire said angrily. 

They made their goodbyes, then left the party. Claire raged at him the entire ride home, but it was in one ear and out the other. He missed Penelope, even though it had only been a day, and was greatly looking forward to having her to himself again this week. 

***

Alex, Penelope and Jessica caught a plane at six in the morning so Alex could make it to his eight AM appointment, the first of many. Once they arrived at the hotel, their bags were brought up to their rooms by bellhops. Alex paid the guy a twenty and sent him on his way, then turned to Penelope. 

"Today's the worst of it," he said.

Penelope nodded once. "I know."

He let out a long sigh, then dashed over to her and swept her into his arms, planting kisses on her lips, cheeks, and neck. "I've missed you," he said honestly, something he didn't think he'd said in his life.

"Me too," Penelope said, grasping him tightly to her. She didn't want to let him go. 

"Do whatever you want today," he said once he let go. "I'm sorry I can't stay, but relax here and order room service or a massage, or head out . . . just be careful if you're out alone."

After assuring him she would, he ran out the door to meet Jessica in the lobby. 

Penelope spent the day in the room, fascinated by how luxurious it was. There was a large living space that could entertain at least fifty people, with a grand piano near the windows. A terrace stretched across the span, with two bedrooms on either side of the living space. There was even a bar and a kitchenette. She ordered lunch midafternoon, which was served to her under hot metal lids like she'd seen in movies. 

After a shower, she dressed in a purple sheath gown and met Jessica for the musical. 

She'd never been to a real theatre before. She'd been in a few of her high school's productions, but that was about as good as it got. This was too amazing. The lobby had crystal chandeliers hanging from the decadent ceilings, and the musical itself was an amazing production. She took it in with wide eyes, unable to think of much else outside of what was happening on the stage. 

When she returned to the room, Alex was waiting for her on their bed, no longer in a suit, but still in black slacks and a white shirt. She ran to him and jumped up, ignoring the fact that she was in an evening gown, and threw herself on top of him, kissing him deeply. 

It was eleven, and Alex was wiped, but once he had Penelope in his arms, he could think of nothing else he wanted other than to take her, despite having a six AM wakeup call. It felt like it had been months rather than days since he'd had her. 

"Okay," he chuckled, grabbing her and helping her off. "How was the show?"

"Oh, it was perfect!" she cried happily, climbing off the bed. "Everything about it. I cried at the end."

Alex rose and turned her in his arms, letting his fingers mold around her breasts. "I never want to hear of you crying."

"But it was only because I was so happy," she said, leaning back against him. "Thank you for the tickets. Jessica cried too!"

"Jessica cries?" he laughed, unable to think of his assistant like that.

"How was your day?" Penelope asked.

"Long and hard," he said, then kissed her neck. "Very much like my cock right now."

"Mmmm," Penelope moaned, pressing back further. Sure enough, she could feel him against her lower back. 

Alex located her zipper and pulled it down her back, then shrugged her straps off until the dress had met the floor. He was happy to find she was in those sheers he'd bought her, minus the waspie. Kissing her neck, he unclasped the back and pulled the bra from her, then reached around her and clutched her tits, using them as handles to pull her back against him. 

Penelope moaned, letting her head fall back against his shoulder, sinking into the feeling of his body against hers. She felt his hands slide down her stomach and meet her hips, then his fingers dip into her panties. He slid them down slowly, then reached between her legs and massaged her. She felt as though she'd collapse, as though her knees would give out and it would only be that hand holding her up. She wanted to balance on that hand for the rest of the night. 

Alex spun with her until she faced the bed, then lifted her until she was able to climb onto it. He'd expected to be too tired to mess around these first few nights, expecting it would be Wednesday before they found the time. He was tired, but now that she was here, there would be no sleeping until he'd fucked her. 

"Stay like that," he whispered. Her knees were bent and her elbows had her propped up, perfect for him to fuck from behind. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. They fell down his legs to his feet. He pulled his cock from his boxer briefs, leaving them on, and rubbed himself with one hand while toying with her pussy. 

Penelope felt a finger dip inside of her and she let out a moan, then looked back at him over her shoulder. She could see him rubbing himself, his eyes on her ass, and she smiled. She was ready. She didn't care how he did it; hard, soft, slow, fast . . . just as long as he did. She needed him just as badly as he needed her. 

Alex positioned himself and fed her his cock. "Uuuhgh," he moaned as he felt her muscles grip him, still so tight it was unimaginable until felt. They definitely needed to get some sleep tonight, so he'd have to be quick with it, not that it would be a problem. He'd been ready to cum the second she'd walked in the door after just thinking about her. He got his hands on her hips and pumped himself inside of her, focusing on what she felt like hugging his dick. No man alive would ever want for anything after being inside of her, and he knew how lucky he was. 

Penelope rode each thrust feeling like a pro now. There was nothing she couldn't handle at this point. She'd sorta hoped he'd give her another chance to prove herself on top, as she knew fully that she could do it now. She had hit a point where she didn't feel normal without it inside of her, though it still stretched her to the limit. She liked the pain of his girth; liked that every muscle and nerve fired rapidly when he was inside. Mostly she just liked the feeling of being filled by him, as she never felt she could be close enough, even with him inside of her. 

Alex groped her ass, pinching it and enjoying how it would leave red marks when his fingers left it. Oh, how he wanted to make that ass of hers red, covered in handprints and welts by the time he was finished with it. He mentally promised himself that after they got back home, that was exactly what he'd start to do. He'd require that her ass was red and swollen for at least a week, maybe longer. He'd find a way to make her give him cause to do it, though he'd do it none the less. 

His thrusting was harder now as he thought about her ass and all the things he'd like to do to it. He was so close now, and they'd only been at it for no more than ten minutes. God, he'd really needed this. 

Just as he felt himself crest, he reached around and rubbed her hard with his fingers. She moaned, her hips bucking back to meet him now. Just as he located the hard little nub with his fingers, he unloaded. With his orgasm, his fingers pulled up against her hard and he felt her muscles spasm around his cock, sending another load shooting into her depths. 

Still inside, he couldn't get her ass out of his head. And then he decided it was time. He'd planned on waiting much longer before training it. He'd still wait until they were home to make it red, but he wanted her to have plenty of time getting used to the sensation. 

So as he slid out of her, he kept her hips where they were so she wouldn't collapse. 

Penelope wasn't able to fall onto the bed like her muscles wanted, so she sort of fell back, her butt meeting the balls of her feet. Her breathing was slowing as she rubbed her face against the soft comforter, still riding out a few aftershocks. 

But it had been incredible. Not nearly as much pain as she'd had, more a pleasurable kind from being stretched and prodded. She missed his cock immediately and wanted it back. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, finding him still staring at her ass. She grinned, his hands still on her hips. 

"More?" she asked playfully.

Alex laughed. She never ceased to amaze him. He rubbed her ass. In the fetal position she was in, he could see that little hole he wanted to train perfectly; just a tiny dark pucker. "Maybe," he said, letting his hands slide inward until his thumbs were an inch away. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll reward you. But I want to try something."

"I'll be good," Penelope said.

God, she sounded just like the perfect little wanton slut. He smiled to himself. She'd be doing things she never imagined when he was done with her. Though he'd never be done with her. Just done training her. 

He slid his thumbs a centimeter closer. "I'm going to try something," he said. "And if at any point you're uncomfortable, you tell me and we'll stop."

Penelope stiffened. Something new was going to happen and she wasn't sure she was totally ready. She moved to sit up, but his hand met her back. 

"Stay like this," he said.

Penelope relaxed back down, though she was far from really relaxing. "What are we doing?" she asked timidly. 

"Just something new," he said, sliding his hand back into place. "And unlike everything else, you really need to be honest with me about this. You don't even have to use our word. Just say you're done, and we're done."

"But then I won't be rewarded," Penelope said, her brows furrowed. This was something big, and she knew it. 

Alex chuckled. "I'll reward you just for trying," he said. "Just relax."

"But if I say no," Penelope began, feeling the worry. She couldn't even finish her thought. 

For a second, Alex was confused, but then he remembered their talk and he relaxed his shoulders. "I don't want you to say no to this," he said. "This is something that will take time. I'm only saying that you hold out as long as you can, and when you're done, we stop and we'll try again later."

Penelope bit her lip and nodded.

Using his left hand, Alex lowered it to her still wet pussy and dipped his thumb inside. He heard Penelope's moan of pleasure as he rubbed it around in slow circles while he massaged her right cheek. Once satisfied that it was sufficiently wet with the combination of their juices, he brought his right hand around to her side and held her hip, then slid his left back up onto her cheek. 

Very slowly, he moved his hand until his thumb was poised over her tiny little pucker. He lowered it down and let it rest as Penelope let out a yelp, her body jumping. 

And that was just from a touch . . . 

Penelope was completely lost. He'd just touched her . . . she couldn't even make her mind form the word, and when it did, it felt like she'd whispered it to herself. My asshole, she thought. After the initial shock, she took a deep breath and tried to keep perfectly still, as she'd promised she'd try anything. 

Alex waited another few seconds, keeping an eye on her, but her head fell down, held up by her arms crossed at her forehead. Her breathing was quick, but as it evened, he gently began to massage her with his thumb, making small circles. He wasn't exactly a patient guy, but with this he absolutely would be. This was the first step in the longest of his journeys with her, and he knew it would take a long time before she'd accept his cock. Right now he just had to get her used to the idea of something there.

The noises she made were thrilling, as always. Tiny little high-pitched whimpers, that sounded more like eh's than anything else, each coming with a quick burst of breath. He applied a little more pressure, though kept the circles insanely slow. 

"How are you doing?" he asked. It was necessary. There would be times he didn't care how she was doing. Well, he'd care, but he'd act like he didn't. This was not one of them. It was extremely important that this was enjoyable or he'd be denied access forever. 

"I'm fiiine," Penelope whined, though she wasn't sure that she was. She'd had a lot happen to her, some of it quite painful. This wasn't painful at all, though it was really strange, unlike anything she'd felt in her life. She couldn't imagine why he'd even want to touch her there, but he seemed to want to, so she let him continue. "Yeah," she said, sounding more sure. "I'm fine."

Alex sucked in a deep breath and nodded. She was doing great. This had to be a shock to her. Sex was pretty straight forward; something people expected and knew how to do instinctually. This was another thing entirely. He applied a little more pressure right on her hole until he felt the pad of his thumb sink ever so slightly. 

"Ahh!" Penelope cried, mostly out of shock. Was he actually pushing in? That couldn't be right. But it felt that way.

Alex turned his thumb so it was aimed down now and gently pushed until just the middle of his nail. He wasn't to the real muscle yet; in fact, that was what had stopped him. He needed to get to that muscle to relax it, and it was not relaxed. It was absolutely closed for business. So he spent a couple minutes massaging it with slow circles, knowing this was about as far as he'd get to go. 

And he was right.

"Okay," Penelope said. "Okay. I think—"

Alex immediately removed his thumb before she could finish, and he heard her relieved sigh. He'd taken virgin asses before with only about a half hour work up, but those women hadn't been virgins only weeks earlier. They'd been experienced, usually enough that they'd had something in there before. A finger, a plug, a dildo, beads . . . .

He had all four ready for her in the coming weeks. 

Alex released the hold on her hip and gently urged her to fall to her side. She was clearly happy to do so, but wouldn't look at him. He stripped his boxers off, then removed his shirt and climbed onto the bed beside her, pushing her over as he did so. Her back was to him, so he held her in his arms and kissed her cheek. "That was very good," he said soothingly.

Penelope shook her head. "Was that it?" she asked.

"No," he said gently. "We're going to try that a lot. I'm just working you up to it."

"Up to what?" Penelope asked, aghast that they were working up to anything involving that area.

Alex chuckled, petting her head. He decided to be honest. She should know why. "There are so many parts of your body that I love. Your face, your breasts, your hips, your legs, your arms, your pussy . . ." He paused to kiss her. "And there are places my cock loves," he said with a laugh, trying to keep it light. "That sweet little mouth of yours, for one. I miss that, it's been a little while. Obviously it loves being inside of you, or I wouldn't be fucking you every chance I got. It's all I think about when I'm not with you."

Penelope dreaded where this was going. "But, uhm . . ."

Alex ran his hand down her side until it rested on her hip. "You also have the cutest ass I've ever seen," he said. "Tonight was just a first step. We'll take our time, but eventually, I want you to let me inside of it."

"But," Penelope said, her lips trembling. She couldn't fathom it. "That's impossible."

"Oh, I promise you it's not," he said. He kissed her shoulder. "It will happen, Penelope. And by the time it does, you'll not only be ready for it, you'll want it."

Penelope slammed her eyes shut, unable to imagine a day when she'd want that. His cock was already too big for her to take where he had! "I don't think—"

"Just tell me you'll try," he urged. "Tonight. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She considered, easing her muscles. "No," she finally conceded. 

"And each time we'll just do a tiny bit more," he said. "There will be times that you hurt, you know that by now. But this is something we work up to. We'll work through this together."

Penelope bit her lip, still unable to cope with this new information. But he'd been gentle and it hadn't been so bad. Just a shock, no pain whatsoever. 

"Okay," she finally said.

"Good girl," Alex breathed. "I think I promised you a reward. What can I do for you?"

Penelope thought for a second. She'd wanted him again, but now she didn't know if she could do anything. Even if he was slow, her thoughts would be on what he planned to do to her ass, and she wouldn't be able to enjoy it. 

But this, she enjoyed. "Just . . . hold me until I fall asleep?" she asked tentatively. 

Alex laughed. He sat up and managed to work the comforter and sheets out from under her to cover the both of them, then wrapped his arms back around her tiny body. "That I can do," he said, holding her tightly.



Alex and Penelope Ch. 12



Author's note: If you've come into this story in the middle, please consider starting at the beginning. This is a full length novel and complete. I'm posting chapters as I get the chance to edit them. At this rate, two or three a week. 

Thank you again, and I hope you enjoy the adventures of Alex and Penelope

***

Taking Penelope on his business trip did wonders for Alex's mood, and Wednesday night they were able to stay in and play all night. 

Unfortunately all great things come to an end, and he was back to life with Claire when they returned Thursday. Penelope started her classes the following week with a heavy load on Monday and Wednesdays, her lightest day Friday. She talked excitedly about her classes over dinner when Alex actually found time to have dinner; Alex listening intently, Claire bored to tears.

***

Thursday, Alex laid in bed with Claire and watched her gulp down her Ambien. She wasn't trying to have sex with him tonight, which he was eternally grateful for. 

He growled in his throat thought a loud exhale, crossing his arms over his chest. "I need you to take Penelope tomorrow to get a gown for the auction Friday night."

It killed him that he had to make this request, wanting Claire far away from Penelope. But he also knew that things still had to appear normal, and that meant keeping the impression that Alex wanted them to bond.

"She's not really coming to that with us," Claire groaned, settling back on her pillow.

"Of course she is," Alex said after a loud pfft. 

Claire couldn't fucking believe she was having to deal with this little bitch. She'd never signed up for this shit when she'd married Alex; she'd signed up for his huge dick, good sex, and all that money. That didn't include some little naïve hick from his hometown in buttfuck Egypt. Christ, she should have just fucked that guy she'd had drinks with in Fiji.

"That's really just embarrassing," Claire said, rolling over and away from him. "Taking her to a pool party was bad enough, but at least it was cheap, just like that whore, Katie Spaulding."

Alex's stomach was churning with his disgust. "You're taking her. She needs a gown for the event, and you'll be shopping for one yourself anyways. I'm not arguing with you on this, I'm telling you. Do it, Claire."

"Fine," Claire grumbled. She could feel the Ambien kicking in, thank god. She needed out of this as soon as possible. "I'll take the girl at noon."

As Claire fell asleep, Alex couldn't decide how he felt about any of it. It had to be done, and Claire's severe distaste for Penelope was something he could use against her later if he had to buy his way out in court. It also was pushing her away, he knew that. Still, he would never forgive himself for putting Penelope in that situation. He kicked himself for ever starting up with Penelope, then felt like he was going to vomit as the thought formed. He'd only meant that he should have waited until Claire was gone, but as soon as it had entered his head, he nearly choked with emotion. He couldn't stand the thought of losing what they'd done; what they'd shared. 

Alex climbed out of bed and walked down the hall. He hovered outside of Penelope's bedroom. 

Something happened. 

He found he simply couldn't go in. Having sex with her while Claire was down the hall made her the other woman, and he felt sick again that he'd put her in that position from the beginning. It had been easy to forget Claire existed while on vacation with Penelope, but with Claire down the hall, it degraded how special things were between the two of them. She wasn't the other woman, she was the woman. 

After five minutes of swaying on his feet, feeling as though he'd been hit by a freight train, Alex walked into the room beside her; a large room of reds and blues. He climbed into the bed that shared a wall with Penelope's and stared at the dark ceiling, feeling content that he was close to her and far away from Claire tonight. 

It was good enough.

***

"I'll need to stop by Chanel, then Burberry," Claire was telling Ben once she'd climbed into the car with the little bitch. "It's going to get chilly at night, and I need a new jacket. Oh, and we'll be hitting up the boutiques on Main." She glanced at Penelope with a patronizing grin over imagining pushing her back out the door she'd just entered. "We need evening gowns for the art auction tomorrow night."

"You got it," Ben said, eying her through the mirror. When his head popped back down, he scowled. Claire was such a bitch to work for. He felt bad for Penelope having to put up with her; couldn't imagine what it must be like inside the house. Claire's ego was enough to fill the entire estate. It must be suffocating. 

"Thank you so much for taking me," Penelope said hopefully. "I was going to go with Kathleen, but this really is so much better."

It was such a lie, but Penelope knew that this was important to do. She had to do this for Alex while he did whatever he needed to do. 

"Yes, whatever," Clare said indifferently, then turned to look out the window. She may be stuck doing this, but she sure as hell didn't need to make it fun. It was time for Penelope to know her place, and that place was moving to a sorority house or a dorm on campus. Claire would do everything in her power to force her out. 

Penelope sighed quietly, leaning back in the seat. She missed Alex already, and was coming to understand more and more why he'd turned to her. Claire was not a nice person at all. She'd talked about nothing but herself the first day back, and now she was giving her the cold shoulder. 

It was extremely uncomfortable the entire ride, but Penelope tried very hard. She pointed out how lovely a house was that they drove by, only to receive a hmpf from Claire. When they reached the Chanel store, Penelope asked, "What are we getting here?"

"A new bag," Claire said dully, holding up her purse. "This one is six months old."

Penelope eyed the pristine purse and couldn't fathom why it was necessary to get a new one. It looked like today was the first time it had ever been used. "Oh, sure, of course," Penelope said feebly, assuming six months was just too long to have a purse in this world. She thought of her own purse, the only one she had. She'd bought it when she was sixteen with her own money from an outlet mall. Even though she had Alex's card, she didn't ever feel right about using it, even less so around Claire. 

After Claire had bought two purses in Chanel, they walked down to Burberry where Claire ignored her, spending a half hour or so in the coat closet, which was an enormous room with a rotating rack, much like a dry cleaners. At the push of a button, it spun with a seemingly endless supply of trenches and jackets of all colors, lengths and styles. 

Claire bought five at around a grand each. Penelope hadn't been so speechless at a register since Alex had taken her shopping a month ago. 

They met Ben outside who drove them no more than three blocks to a boutique. Penelope didn't understand why they didn't just walk, but Claire's heels couldn't have been comfortable, so she shook her head and accepted it for what it was. 

"Might as well decide what you like," Claire said to Penelope indifferently, then immediately turned her back and met up with a sales woman. "I'll need a room and whatever you have," she told her. "Think evening gowns in fall colors, nothing from the summer season."

"Of course," the woman said.

Penelope walked through the well-spaced racks as a man approached. "Hello, darling," he said flamboyantly. "You are absolutely divine! What can I help you with?"

Blushing, Penelope said, "I need something nice for an art auction tomorrow night," she said with a tiny grin. Her hand brushed the sheer fabric of a pink dress. "I'm not really sure what to get, but I think it's pretty fancy."

The salesman lightly touched her shoulder and shook his shoulders in glee. "Absolutely!" he cried. "Why don't I take you back to a room and bring you what I can. Size two?"

It never ceased to amaze her that these people could guess sizes like this. "Yeah," Penelope said with a chuckle, shaking her head in wonder. 

The salesman led her back to a room, then promised to be right back. He returned with a tall metal rack with a half a dozen gowns and smiled widely at Penelope. "These are perfect colors for your complexion," he told her. "Guaranteed to get the attention of every man in the room, even the gay ones, I promise you that!"

Penelope laughed as he winked at her, then took the rack into the room. She tried a light blue and loved it, the sheer outer layer so fine with such flow as she moved. Another blue, this one slightly darker, and she was in heaven. She moved to a pink with rhinestones across the bodice and found that it was her favorite so far. She chose a yellow one first and slid it on, struggled with the buttons up the back and didn't know quite what to do. Maybe Claire would help her? Feeling embarrassed, she walked out of the dressing room. 

The salesman was standing there and his jaw dropped. "Oh, how stunning!" he cried with a clap. "Let me get those for you!" 

Penelope turned shyly and held up her hair as she felt his fingers clasping the many tiny buttons up her back. The yellow matched her hair, the satin hugged her frame. She stared at herself in the mirror, feeling like this was the dress that belonged on a woman Alex was beside.

Claire walked out of the dressing room in annoyance, unhappy with the selection the saleswoman had brought her. She saw Penelope being buttoned in front of the three mirrors and raised a brow. 

The woman walked over to Claire. "What did you think?" she asked. 

Claire pushed the rack at her. "None of these will do," she said, then nodded her head at Penelope. She stuck a finger out. "That one," she said, then looked at the woman. "I'll take that one. I expect it altered by morning. You can send it to Katalina down the block. She has my measurements."

Penelope turned in the mirror to face Claire as the salesman swooned and cheered for the dress. She looked up at Claire hopefully. "What do you think?"

Claire gave her a pathetic look. "Not really you," she said with a shake of her head. "Besides, I tried that one on and it's the one I'm buying. You'll have to pick another."

Penelope's jaw popped open and she could feel the tears beginning to form in her eyes. When she caught the salesman looking at her with pity, her chin actually started to wobble and she tried to lock it in place. 

"I guess that's that," she said brightly, feigning her acceptance of the situation. She lifted her hair. "Mind helping me out?"

"Of course not, sweetie," the salesman said. He watched her spin around, tried not to notice that her eyes were glossy in the mirror and her chin was wobbling. Poor thing. That woman sure as hell hadn't been brought that dress; he'd been careful to pick gowns that weren't the ones Misty was bringing to her client. He unfastened the last, patted her back. "I have no doubt the pink with the rhinestones was lovely. Why don't you give that another try and show me."

Penelope nodded and walked back in the dressing room. While sliding the yellow gown off her shoulders, she sniffled, wiped under her eyes, angry that she was letting something as stupid as a dress make her feel this way. 

She put the pink gown back on and walked out. The salesman smiled hugely. "Absolute perfection!" he cried. "Much better than the yellow."

Penelope could tell that he didn't mean it, but it had been her second favorite. She could handle that. So she nodded, plastered on a grin and went back into the dressing room to change into her clothes.

***

It was a Saturday, and Alex had suggested to Claire that Penelope join her for tea at Helen Lodge's this afternoon. Claire, as usual, threw one of her hissy fits, but Alex insisted, knowing fully that Claire was being pushed to her limit. Still he hated himself for putting Penelope through it, but in a few weeks it wouldn't matter anymore. He could tell that Claire was near her breaking point.

Ben drove Claire and Penelope over to the Lodge estate, noticing how silent the two women were in the backseat. He knew this was only because of Claire, because Penelope always talked to him when he'd drive her to school. She was so friendly and entirely sexy without even knowing it. He'd gone from wanting to fuck her to wanting to take her out on dates, falling for her in a way he'd never really felt about a woman. Granted, she was nine years younger than him, but that wasn't all that much. 

Penelope was stunned by the conversation the seven women had in Helen's sitting room. They were served tea and all sorts of pastries. The room was regal to say the least, and the food was decadent. But the words out of these women's mouths were vile and outright cruel. 

They started off bad mouthing Katie Spaulding for at least twenty minutes, which Penelope didn't think was deserved. She'd met Katie at her party and thought she was nice enough. But these women snickered over how much of a slut she was, speculated that she was being gang banged like she was in her porn videos (which was news to Penelope), then talked about how they expected her to leave for an older man so he'd die off quicker for his money. 

The topic of conversation moved to a woman named Juliette Percy, although more to a man named Henry Percy, who was the woman's husband. They talked about how he upgraded wives every five years, and Juliette would soon be forty, which they thought was much too old for him. She learned that he was fifty-five and was one of the richest in the neighborhood. She was once again stunned by Claire when Claire talked about how attractive he was despite his age and how any woman would be lucky to be with him, from what she'd heard of his love making skill.

Penelope had heard far too much an hour in, and turned to Helen. "Excuse me," she said meekly. "Where is your restroom?"

"Oh yes, dear," Helen said. She pointed toward the far door. "Down the hall and past three doors. It's on the right hand side."

Penelope rose and walked through the door, shutting it behind her. 

She froze two feet away when she heard one of the women ask, "What the hell is up with that?"

And she knew. She knew that implied her. Her heart thumping away in her chest, she pushed her ear closer to the door. 

"Alex's goddaughter," she heard Claire say with disgust. "Could you die? I'm saddled with her for the next four years while she's at the U."

"Why isn't she rushing a sorority or something?" one of the women asked.

"Probably because there's no way she'd ever get in," Claire said. "So get this. Alex became her godfather when he was only sixteen years old because her whore mother got knocked up."

"Sixteen?" a woman demanded. "Why didn't they get someone older?"

"Probably because no one wants the child of a sixteen year old slut," Claire said. 

Penelope felt like she was going to vomit, her stomach churning violently. She couldn't believe she was able to stand, what with her legs shaking and her heart racing. 

Her mother! She felt like she was going to cry. Her mother was not a slut, she'd made a mistake. And if that mistake had been corrected, Penelope wouldn't even exist! She loved her family so much; her parents had been so good to her. She missed them immensely. How could Claire even say those things.

"But for god's sake, why is she even here then?" a woman pressed.

"Oh, Alex is actually paying for her college," Claire said. "Her family couldn't afford it, so they turned to him for his money."

"Unbelievable," a woman cried. "Amazing how people will use us for money, isn't it?"

"I don't understand why he hasn't put her up in a dorm or something," another woman said. "Or at least some sort of public housing near the U."

"Beats me," Claire said. "Some nonsense about wanting to get to know her after abandoning her through her childhood. He's sent her family checks, bought her car when she was sixteen. Enough is enough, right?"

"Absolutely." This time Penelope thought it was Helen. "She was at my party while you were in Fiji. She doesn't fit in here at all."

"Yet Alex is dragging her to every function in the world with us," Claire cried. "I did snipe a gown she was wearing though when we went shopping for the art auction."

"Ooh, you're so bad!" a woman squealed with glee.

"Get her out, that's my advice," another woman said. "Find a way, because you don't want to be stuck with that in your house for four years. It was bad enough living with my step children for a year before I got them in a boarding school."

Penelope finally stepped away. Rather, fell away, right into the opposite wall. She rushed down the hallway to the bathroom and placed her hands on the counter for support, staring at her eyes in the mirror. They'd called her mother a slut, said she didn't fit in. Alex hadn't touched her all week now. Maybe it was all over. Maybe she should just find a dorm, or better yet, go back home. She'd managed enough scholarship money to cover a year or two at the local community college a few towns over from hers. 

Yes, it was time to go.

***

Two weeks later on a Friday, Penelope sat at the dinner table with Claire while they waited for Alex to finish up. Beverly had brought them a bottle of wine, told them she was keeping dinner warm and that Alex had said he'd be right out.

Penelope had struggled with her decision, but it had been made. 

"Why on earth aren't you rushing?" Claire asked Penelope out of the blue. She studied the girl, thinking she may not be able to get into one of the better houses, but there might be one who would take her. She was pretty in a homely hick sort of way, and she'd cleaned up with Alex's money. 

"I . . . I guess I never thought to," Penelope said, then sipped some wine. '

"Some of the girls here are in Gamma Sig," Claire suggested, though figured there was no chance of Penelope getting in there. Maybe if she put in a good word. She'd even pay them with a large donation if she had to. Then again, most of them still lived at home instead of the house. 

Damned if she did, damned if she didn't. 

Alex neared the dining area and froze as he heard Penelope say, "I'm not really all that sure I'm going to stay." His heart stopped. "You know, uhm, my classes aren't really going all that well, and this isn't really working out so much here I think. I miss my family and . . ."

"That's probably a good idea then," Claire said. "You can start next semester at home with your family."

The joy in Claire's voice didn't go unnoticed by Alex. 

"Yeah," Penelope said. "I think it might be for the best."

Alex walked into the dining room with an eyebrow raised. "What might be for the best?" he asked, taking a seat at the head of the table. 

"Oh, darling," Claire said, placing her hand on his. "Penelope was just saying she might move back home. Poor girl misses her family."

Alex turned to Penelope. "Is that true?" he asked, feeling heartbroken. He hadn't slept with her since the business trip, though had spent every night creeping down to her room once Claire was in her Ambien induced coma. He'd spent every night in the red and blue bedroom so he could feel close to her. 

Penelope bit her lip. She did miss her family, but she missed Alex more. And Claire had succeeded in making her feel guilty that she was even here, taking his money. Claire had called her mother a whore. Just thinking about that made her chin wobble again.

"I'm not sure yet," Penelope said. "I think it might be a good idea though."

Alex didn't know how he could go on living without Penelope. She'd changed his life, his entire outlook on his life. He'd been such a miserable person up until the day she'd arrived, and even if they hadn't had sex, she'd brightened his mood just by her presence alone. He missed her touch, her body. He couldn't imagine how he could wake up another day if she left now. 




Alex and Penelope Ch. 13



Author's note: This chapter involves an anal plug. If this is something that bothers you, it is easily skipped and nonessential to the plot; only furthering Alex's "training" of Penelope. Just as things should be with anal, I've been very delicate with the nature of my words. 

If this is the first chapter you've read in the series, I highly suggest you check my profile and start from the beginning. 

Thank you!

***

It had been a few months since Alex had really been able to dedicate any time to Penelope. While he'd hoped to keep training her, their time had been severely limited with his work, her classes, and Claire in the house. 

And this week had been no different. Another day, another crisis. So their evenings were spent sweetly in bed, rinsing and repeating what had been done, but with new vigor. Alex was free, and so was Penelope.

But while Penelope was in school, Alex had a hard time concentrating on work, which is why his nights were going so late. He'd spent the entire weekend celebrating with Penelope, but now that they were free anytime they wanted, he could focus on his plans for her. Just thinking about what he wanted to do made him hard, and at six PM on Thursday, he dismissed Jessica, even though they had more to go over. 

Jessica understood why he couldn't concentrate very well. His wife was gone, and though she'd never liked Claire, and knew that Alex was unhappy with her, she kindly told him to take it easy tonight and tomorrow. That she'd work hard to make sure the bulk of his appointments were rescheduled for next week when he was feeling more up to it. 

Alex and Penelope enjoyed another wonderful meal cooked by Beverly. When finished, he told her to head on upstairs to his room, then made his way to the kitchen. 

"I'd still like the both of you here tomorrow morning through lunch, but I think you should take the weekend off," he told her, barely maintaining composure. "I'd like to relax by myself until Monday while I sort things through."

"And Penelope?" Beverly asked. "How is she with the news?"

"It's been a surprise for the both of us," Alex said. 

"Of course," she agreed. She'd seen how Claire had treated Penelope, and had almost said something a few times, even though it could have put her job in jeopardy. It would be nice for Alex and Penelope to spend some time together, maybe have some fun. Alex seemed like he needed it, and Penelope must be feeling relieved. "If you're absolutely sure you won't need us, I think we might leave and visit my sister in Massachusetts."

"What a good idea," Alex said jovially. This way he'd really have her all to himself, without any worry of anyone on his property. "Can I help you with that? I'd be happy to have my pilot take you."

"Oh, I can't," Beverly said, overcome. "We can book a flight tonight and—"

"Unnecessary," Alex cut her off with the wave of his hand. "First thing tomorrow, I'll have him ready to go by . . . four?"

Four being exactly when Penelope got home, so they'd have cleared out by then. 

"Oh, you're so good to us!" Beverly cried. "Thank you so much!" She couldn't help herself from hugging him, then blushed in embarrassment. Luckily, Alex smiled at her and lightly kissed her cheek, thanked her for how wonderful she and her husband were. Told her that she deserved it. 

He waited until Beverly and Reuben had left out the back, then went up to his room. 

Penelope was waiting on his bed, reading a book. Still dressed. That would have to change. 

Penelope smiled up at him, then set her book down on the side table. It was amazing to be in Alex's room now, though she hadn't moved her things. She figured she'd wait until invited to do so. Because they'd had so little time together over the last few months, she wasn't entirely sure where she stood with him now. Though last night had been amazing, so he must still want her, especially since he'd told her to go to his room after dinner. 

Alex sat down at her hips and leaned down to kiss her. They'd celebrated for nearly a week, and he'd enjoyed it. But they'd need to talk tonight about where they'd go from here. He just hoped she remembered what she'd originally agreed to. Six months or so of learning from him to be sure they were sexually compatible. She'd been amazing so far, and he cared about her deeply. But sexual compatibility was extremely important in a romantic relationship, and there were things he wouldn't be able to let go of. 

"I know the last few months have been rough on you," Alex said gently. "But it's over now, and we can go back to the way we started."

"I really missed you," Penelope admitted. She was so ready to pick things up again after many lonely, sleepless nights. She'd fallen for him hard from day one, and couldn't believe they'd finally made it through their biggest hurdle. It still didn't seem real.

"Before we do anything tonight, I just wanted to discuss once more what we talked about a few months back," Alex said. Penelope nodded, sitting up. He stroked her cheek. "You are so lovely, and I want this to work. I care about you so much, Penelope."

"I care about you too," she said, feeling a relief through her body. He still cared about her and wanted her. She couldn't have been happier. 

"We've done a lot of things," Alex continued. "And I think we've both enjoyed them all."

"Oh, yes!" Penelope agreed, grinning.

"But we also have a long way to go," Alex said. "We've barely scratched the surface, and I need to make sure again that you're still willing to let me teach you everything."

Penelope's grin faltered, though only a little. She wanted to learn everything he had to teach. She wanted to be what he wanted, and would do anything to make him happy. But she felt like they'd done a lot. They'd had sex, she'd sucked him, he'd licked her . . . he'd even touched her ass that night in the hotel. She wasn't sure what more there could be. 

"I want to lay out a few things," he said, rubbing her thigh. "We'll be doing a lot in the future, and some of it might surprise you. But now that we have the house to ourselves, I need to be sure that you still mean it when you agreed to let me teach you, and that you'll at least try everything once."

Penelope nodded, looking him straight in the eye. "I still mean it."

"Good," Alex said with approval. "We'll start here, then. I've given Beverly and Reuben the weekend off, and plan to now every weekend so you and I can share them alone. We will have to make the occasional appearance at parties and such, but otherwise I expect you here for me from Friday to Monday. Can you agree to that?"

Penelope thought about her friends, and the invitations she might have to turn down. "If a friend asks me out . . ."

"Then we can talk about that," he said. "You'll have to ask my permission, because on the weekends you are mine."

That she could do. She wanted Alex more than she wanted her friends anyway, and they'd have time at school or weeknights to see them. She rarely went out on the weekends as it was, and usually only to escape Claire. Now that was no longer an issue. "I can do that," she said with a nod. 

"Good," Alex said, rubbing his hand higher on her thigh. He felt her shiver and smiled. "So I have a rule now for the weekends. You're to come immediately home from school on Friday's now unless I give you permission to go out. From Friday to Monday morning, you are not allowed to wear clothes."

Penelope gasped. It took a second to regain composure as her mind caught up. She didn't know what to think. It meant they'd be playing through the weekend, which was all she wanted. She could spend every waking moment with him. But rules? She hadn't exactly expected that. She was an adult. 

But she was also his. And not only did she want to be, it also made her aroused that he was telling her what to do.

"When we're not playing, I expect you in lingerie or less, depending on the weekend. For this weekend, lingerie will be fine." Alex was getting hard as he laid out his rules for her. He was going to train her to bow to his every wish and command now. "That means that when we eat or watch tv, you're not to be in anything other than the lingerie I give you. It's only temporary; just until we've tried everything we can, but you might find you like it. Sound like a plan?"

Penelope nodded, her eyes wide. "Yes," she said quietly. 

"So when you come home tomorrow, you're to immediately come up to my room and undress to your lingerie and wait for me. Can you do that?"

Penelope nodded. 

"We have a word established, but it's only to be used once we've started and not before to get out of it because you want to do something else," Alex continued. "I expect you to at least try everything because I think you'll like it. The word is only for the times when you feel something needs to stop. Are you still with me?"

"Yes," Penelope said under her breath. She was surprised at herself; at how these demands were turning her on. She would never say no to anything he asked, and she'd drop anything for him if he wanted her. 

"Good," Alex said. "So tonight is your last night of freedom," he said jokingly with a chuckle to punctuate that he wasn't really serious. "We'll do whatever you want to do tonight."

Alex waited, hoping she'd want to play. He was hard now, knowing that he now owned her completely, without anyone getting in the way. And, oh, the plans he had for her. The things he would do to her. 

"I want you," Penelope said simply, a gentle smile on her lips. 

"Then you have me," Alex said. 

***

Friday after school, Penelope immediately went upstairs to find Alex had laid out a set of lingerie on the bed. She'd worn some under her clothes today, but these were new. The bra was black satin, as were the panties. There were also thigh highs that connected to a belt with suspenders. She put them on, checked herself over in the mirror, then sat down on her bed to read the required text in a book she'd been assigned today. 

It was difficult for Alex, but he wanted to make her wait. So he pushed himself to work until six, then dismissed Jessica. Once she'd left, he called up the stairs to tell Penelope to come down to dinner. He wanted to be sure she'd followed his dress code; make her eat while half naked so he could stare at her. 

He went to the kitchen and pulled out one of the dishes Beverly had cooked for this weekend for them to heat up, then while waiting on the food to warm, he uncorked a bottle of wine and grabbed two glasses. 

When he entered the dining room, she was standing by a chair in the black set he'd laid out for her, and he smiled, pleased. "Very nice," he said to her, then set up two glasses directly across from one another in the middle of the table. "Have a seat and drink some wine. Dinner will be ready soon."

Penelope sat down, feeling a little strange to be in lingerie while Alex was still wearing his standard white collared dress shirt and black slacks. But sitting down covered the bulk of her body, and the wine would help her relax. She took a big sip and watched him head to the kitchen. 

Alex returned with two plates and sat down, able to see Penelope's perky breasts in the black satin bra. Maybe next weekend I'll require that she's naked, he thought to himself. Though that would probably take a little working up to. Maybe in a few more weeks. For now, this was amazing enough. 

They talked through dinner and finished off the bottle of wine, which Alex thought was a good idea. Tonight he'd begin some training that she'd need to be relaxed for. 

Once he'd cleared the plates, he helped her from her chair and walked her upstairs to his room. He'd have to start calling it their room, as he never planned to let her sleep anywhere else from here on out. But her things were still on the other side of the house, which was probably good. They were still a secret, and would continue to be for a little while longer. He didn't want Beverly and Reuben to find her clothes in his room just yet. 

Alex sat her down on the end of the bed, then leaned her back while crawling on top of her to kiss her lips. He worked his way down her neck, then across her chest. He still couldn't believe this was real; that he had Claire gone and would soon be divorced. That he had Penelope all to himself whenever he wanted now. 

He rose onto his knees between her legs and let his hand cup her pussy over the satin panties. He watched her smile up at him as his fingers rubbed; her arms lift over her head in pleasure with tiny moans. With his other hand, he located the buttons on the suspenders and released them so he'd be able to take her panties off. He'd keep the rest on for now. He liked how she looked in it. 

Lacing his fingers into the tops at her hips, he climbed off the bed, taking the panties with him. While working them off her legs, he stared at her hairless pussy, ready to get to work on it. As he climbed back between her legs, he spread them a little wider, enjoying what they revealed. 

Penelope felt his hands stroke her, his fingers light and soft. She moaned in ecstasy from his touch. When she felt his fingers slide down to her hole, she braced herself for entry. A second later, his finger was inside of her, tickling her inner walls. 

Alex fingered her until she was wet. He was ready to fuck her, though that wasn't his end game tonight. But his cock was hard and needed to feel her tight pussy around it. When he deemed her sufficiently ready, he unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock, leaving them on. He positioned, then slid inside. 

Penelope loved how full she felt with Alex's huge dick inside of her. He stretched her, and she always felt pain initially; pain that would eventually turn into pleasure as he worked her. She liked the pain now though. It made her fully alert and awake, serving as a reminder that his cock was inside of her, and that she never wanted to be without it. 

Pumping at her, Alex hovered over her body and kissed her neck. His motions were cyclical, not thrusts yet. Just feeling her tight little pussy grip his cock and massage his shaft. "I own you now," he said to her, looking into her eyes. He couldn't help himself. Soon he'd have worked her up to calling her all sorts of names, but for now, he was reminding her. "I own your pussy."

Penelope moaned as she heard him say it, turning her on even more. He did own it; she'd given it to him freely, and would continue to for as long as he wanted it. 

Alex picked up the pace. Her legs wrapped around his back as he began to fuck her. With each hard thrust came a cry. He could listen to those cries for hours on end, and would, without a doubt. 

It didn't take too much longer; he'd been hard for her all day knowing that today was when it all really started for them. This was just the beginning. After about five minutes of giving her some force, he brought his hand down to rub her so she'd come with him. Just before his release, he got his finger on her clit and pushed down as he came, feeling her muscles flutter against his shaft. 

He stayed inside of her for a few more minutes, feeling her aftershocks, then slowly slid from her. He climbed off the edge of the bed and opened a drawer containing all the items he'd ordered specifically for her that used to live in a guest room. 

"Lay on your stomach for me," Alex said. 

Penelope rolled over, still feeling her body quake from her orgasm. She couldn't believe what she'd missed out on all these years, but was glad her first had been Alex. She watched him squeeze a bottle over his hand, a clear liquid falling to his palm. He rubbed them together, then sat down beside her and began massaging her shoulders. 

It was important that Penelope was totally relaxed, so Alex massaged her with oil for a good fifteen minutes, working her muscles. He felt them ease under his fingers until she was completely relaxed and limp. He then reached back into the drawer for the bottle of lubrication, and squeezed a quarter size dollop into his palm. He left it there and massaged her ass cheeks with his oiled hand, now dry enough to move them around. 

"Why don't you get your knees up," he suggested.

Penelope lifted herself and brought her knees under her, then relaxed back down, using her crossed arms to steady her head. She felt Alex massage her ass and was already feeling aroused once more. She could never get enough of him touching her anywhere, but there were certain areas that really got her going, and her ass was one of them. 

Alex was able to see between her cheeks now, so he ran his fingers in the lube. He placed two against her tiny rosebud and heard her gasp. He didn't move. Once he saw her shoulders relax, he rubbed softly in little circles, massaging her hole. 

After a few minutes of this, he poised his middle finger and gently pushed.

"Oh my god!" Penelope cried, unable to stop herself. He'd touched her here before, but this felt different. He'd definitely gone inside a little, more than he had the previous time. Last time it had just felt like a little pressure. This time she felt . . . wrong. 

"Relax, Pen," Alex urged, able to feel how she clenched. He made little circles against the muscles to ease them open. "You need to relax and let me do this. If you tense up, it'll only make you hurt."

Penelope tried to focus on relaxing, but the task seemed impossible. How does one relax when something like this is happening?! 

After another minute, Alex pushed further, to his first knuckle. She cried out, but once he paused, the cry died out and there was only quick breathing left over. He again repeated the action of making small circles with his finger. 

Then he pushed once more, to his second knuckle. 

"Oh, no!" Penelope cried. "I can't!"

"You can," Alex said soothingly. "And you will. Just relax. You'll like it, I promise you."

This was absolutely happening. It was time to start training her ass so eventually he could work up to her taking his cock, which would be no small feat. She was tiny and he was large, and her muscles did not want him in here. They clenched with such force that he felt like the blood had been cut off to his finger. 

He curled the tip slightly, listening to her cry with his movements. Her cries only made his cock hard; made him want to give her more. He spun his finger and curved again. Keeping it curved, he twisted his finger around in semicircles, getting faster with each one. 

It was time. 

He eased out of her and returned to the drawer. He located the smallest of the plug's he'd ordered, a pink one that was the size of a pinky at the tip, the size of a thumb at its widest before it's thin base. There was a larger circle at the end to keep it in place once inside. 

Careful she couldn't see, he lubed it up near her ass so she wouldn't know what it was until after it was inside. Placing it against the tiny hole, he urged it inside. 

"Oooh!" Penelope cried. Whatever he was doing was cold and hard. It was unlike his finger, which meant it was something else; something he'd grabbed from the drawer. A vibrator maybe? She didn't think she could take that if it was turned on. 

Alex slowly fed the plug inside. It was easy with how slick it was, though he was still very careful so he didn't cause too much discomfort. When it hit its widest part, Penelope wriggled. "You have to relax!" Alex cried. "Shhh. I'm not going to hurt you. You're only hurting yourself. Just breathe."

Penelope's breaths were short gasps, and she knew she probably sounded like a woman in labor, but she had no control over it. She felt so stretched in such a bad place! 

Then, suddenly, it was like the thing had been sucked inside. She felt a force, then her muscles eased a little. 

Alex watched as the plug sunk in, sucked without him having to push. It was now embedded inside, her muscles wrapped tightly around the thin base. He brought his head back and admired her ass. Where a hole should be was covered with a flat pink circle, holding a plug inside of her. 




Alex and Penelope Ch. 13



He leaned back beside her, using his elbow to prop himself up and looked her in the eyes. "All done," he said, grinning at her. He brushed her hair from her face, red with eyes the size of full moons. 

"All done?" Penelope asked. She didn't even know what that meant! She still had something up her ass!

"Yup," Alex said. "We're going to keep that there for an hour."

"What?!" Penelope shrieked. 

Alex tilted his head and raised a brow. "Unless you say the word, you have a plug in your ass for an hour."

Penelope exhaled a breath that kept catching in her throat, then sucked in more air. "A plug?" she was finally able to ask.

"Yes," Alex said, brushing his hand over her shoulder. "We're starting very small. This one is only the size of a finger."

"But I shouldn't have anything in there!" Penelope cried, shaking her head. Her entire body was shaking, she noticed, and her ass hurt. But hard as she tried, she couldn't quite push it out, though she felt like she should be able to. 

"Not true," Alex said with a grin. "If I had my way, your ass would be filled with my cock tonight." He laughed when he saw Penelope's eyes widen further. "Don't worry! We're going to work up to that over a long time. This is something that is delicate and I want to take it extremely easy on you."

Alex wrapped his arm around her shoulders, finding she was shaking. He pulled her closer to him until he had her on her side against him. She kept her knees tucked up against her stomach. Eventually he'd push them down so she'd get used to feeling full without her ass held wide, but for now, he wanted to make everything nice and easy. It was extremely important when it came to anal to go slow. Maybe not this slow, but he wanted her to feel safe with each new thing that was presented. 

They cuddled up for an hour, Alex turning on the television, though they didn't watch much. He kissed her, caressed her, whispered how amazing she was. 

At the hour mark, he wrapped her up and got his hand on the plug and slowly eased it out of her. "Was it alright?"

Penelope couldn't help but smile. "Surprisingly, it was," she said with a nod. 

Alex kissed her deeply before rolling her over and slowly making love to her before they went to sleep.