While she was in her own thoughts, she missed the sound of Damien unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.
Damien stepped closer to her, holding the side of her waist. With his other hand, he held the length of his manhood which had turned warm and hard. Moving it up and down, he brought it close to her entrance. Teasing her as he rubbed the tip of his manhood on the lips of her entrance. The glistening wetness between her legs made it easier for him to move and he heard her take a sharp breath once he started to increase the tempo of his movements.
But he only teased her, stirring her mind and thoughts to a puddle of nothingness. The music that was played outside vibrated against the glass, shaking it ever so slightly. If Penny would have placed her hands on the glass she would have been able to sense it but with her hands tied, she was held in place with a lack of movements.
Every time Damien’s length pushed into her wet folds but not entirely, just enough to tease her while holding himself back and losing his own mind, Penny’s body moved forward to be held back. The more he teased her, the more wanted to free her hands so that she could grip or place her hands somewhere much more comfortably.
Damien pulled her back, continuing to rub himself and then turn her around to look at the art of mess he had created.
Penny was panting for air desperately. He was torturing her in ways where she wished she could do something about it. Wanting to squeeze her legs to relieve herself from what she was feeling. Her core was throbbing, wanting and waiting to let her tip her off the cliff which Damien was pushing and pulling her.
He ran his thumb across her lips, brushing it over and then kissing her back again. Claiming her lips like she was just his which she was and none would have her as he did. No one would ever hold her the way he did. Penny’s lips looked swollen right now. Her cheeks red and her green eyes staring at him.
With his body so close to her, he put his hands around her back, pulling the scarf which he had tied around her hand. Dropping the scarf, on the floor he brought her hands around, taking both her hands and placing it on his manhood.
He whispered to her, his eyes staring into the depth of her soul, “Move your hands, mouse,” He let go of his hands on hers. Penny’s heart had started to beat louder than ever, nervous as this was the first time. It felt warm in her hand, hard and hot holding it.
Damien staring at her didn’t help the embarrassment reduce which had appeared on her face. The pureblooded vampire was enjoying the plight she felt. Though it wasn’t the first time for her to see it, she had never touched it before, at least not by her hands. But Penny had seen the way the actress both now and back then had done the job of pleasing their counter partner, she wanted to return the favor.
He had been pleasing her since the very beginning. It was torturous but she enjoyed it and somewhere something told her that he knew it. Moving her hands which started meekly she started to with the up and down motion.
“A little firmer,” he directed her, his lips parting when she did as she was told. Her hand firmly holding his length, pumping it back and forth with pressure and higher movement which he hissed looking at her. His eyes turning dark and his own feature which resembled one to be of his corrupted heart with his fangs coming out like he was readying himself to bite into her.
Hearing him hiss and the sharp intake of his own breath brought some kind of joy that she was the reason he was enjoying it. To give him pleasure and she moved faster before her hand was stopped with Damien catching hold of her wrist.
“How brave of you wanting me to come so quickly,” he said, playing with her neck and then she heard him ask, “Do you think you will be able to do more?” At first, Penny didn’t understand and it took her more than three seconds to understand what he meant.
With a bit more courage being drawn into her body, she whispered, “I can try.”
“You will?” he asked her in confirmation.
It warmed Damien’s heart, to think that she would agree to it readily but at the same time, he didn’t want to rush and push things suddenly for her to not be able to handle it.
They were in the theater right now and he had noticed the way her eyes had caught the scene of the actress who was on the stage who had been blowing the actor on the bed when he had returned back with a glass of water for her. He looked into her green eyes, searching for any possible sign which would let him know if he wasn’t okay and she was doing it willingly and not out of force.
“I am not a child,” Penelope’s words made him smile, his tongue running across the front of both fangs while looking at her.
Penny got down on her knees, her dress which was torn continuing to expose her skin to his eyes.
Damien wanted to chuckle at her action, she was nervous yet she wanted to prove to him she was an a.d.u.l.t who knew what to do. With that thought, he let her do what she wanted. Penny, on the other hand, continued to pump his organ in her hands which felt hot.
Going closer to it, she opened her mouth wide, not sure if he would fit. Taking a different approach her tongue peeked out of her mouth. Putting it out in a way that had Damien turning him harder. The way she sat right now on her knees with her lips parted and her tongue out about to lick him, he didn’t know how long he would be able to hold back himself.
