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Penelope had just finished telling the ton she was the infamous Lady Whistledown. She was rid of hiding her identity, and her long-kept secret had come to light at last. The butterfly theme of Prudence and Phillipa’s ball was coincidentally fitting, since Penelope was free to be her complete self. She hadn’t felt this comfortable in her own skin in what felt like an eternity.
Her husband, Colin Bridgerton, had accepted every part of her and this made everything right in the world. Her dream had come true. Colin meant everything to her for 12 years, and she could finally say with confidence that he was fully hers. It was still hard for Penelope to believe, but she now knew their love was strong enough to move mountains and conquer all odds. This evening was proof of that. And what a grand evening it was.
Pen was pondering all of these thoughts as she danced the night away with her dashing husband. He was staring at her with a most serious expression as the music slowed and the dance came to an end. They broke their hold and bowed facing one another. As she looked up at him, he had this devilish look on his face that made her cheeks flushed. He licked his lips and gulped with darkened eyes. He was hungry—starving in fact—but not for food. For her.
She gazed back, eyeing him up and down while her pupils dilated.
He held out his hand to escort her and said, “Come with me, Mrs. Bridgerton.”
She grabbed his hand and he squeezed it tightly. He was usually so gentle with every touch, but this was different. He was pulling her to quicken their pace. She was taking deep breaths as they walked with urgency across the room and away from the crowd, her bosom heaving with anticipation. Where in the bloody hell was he taking her?
There was a doorway at the corner of the ballroom. He opened the door. Inside was a winding staircase that led to a cellar. Clearly, he had scoped out the room prior to his love declaration to know that this staircase even existed.
Colin started walking down it and prompted, “Close the door behind you.” After the door closed, everything was pitch black. She was a step above him, which helped account for their height difference. As his sight adjusted to the dark, he could see that he was eye level with her.
He kissed her hot and heavy. He could feel her red lipstick smear across his lips, tongues rolling in each other’s mouths. He pulled away panting, “You are so sexy and powerful. After ignoring you for a week, you deserve to cum before we go home. I want you to climax at least three times tonight. I need to make it up to you starting here…starting now.” He fell to his knees. “May I be your whore this evening, Mrs. Bridgerton?”
Penelope sighed loudly at the thought of this. She was already getting wet from his wicked words. “Yes, darling. Any time, any place. You slutty husband you. I want to make you cum three times tonight too…and I bet I can make you cum to three before me. Do we have a deal?” She knew Colin would be willing to compete. He loved games of any kind.
Colin burst out laughing. “We have a deal. But, I will win the bet no doubt. Can you spread your legs for me, Pen?”
She maneuvered herself and sat on the step to make it easier for him to access her wetness. It was his for the taking.
His right hand slipped under her sparkly blue dress. He slid four fingers in with a single stroke. She was alarmed by how quickly his actions escalated. Usually he teased her one finger at a time, but this was not the case.
He couldn’t believe how wet she already was. Colin wanted this session to be fast and furious so they could go home and properly fuck for hours.
He massaged her clit with his thumb as he spread all four fingers inside of her. She moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the sudden pace of this rendezvous. He was moving his fingers as fast as he could. She was close, but needed to touch him, so she reached for his hair with both hands. She pulled it with a forceful tug and he groaned. He looked deep into her eyes. “Cum for your Colin. Your slutty husband. Please.”
She was overwhelmed by the speed of his fingers and his dirty talk. ”Colin, you are so good at this. Oh my! Yes…YES!” She came hard, pulling his hair aggressively and looking into his eyes.
“That’s it. That’s it,” he proudly praised her.
She started to come down from her high as he slowed his strokes.
“That was the first time.” He removed his fingers and licked them one by one.
Penelope could tell some of his hunger was satisfied at that moment. But it was just the beginning.
Colin started tallying. “Two more times to go dearest. Now let’s get out of here.”
Penelope couldn’t wrap her head around the pleasure he gave her. She wanted to return the favour, so she touched his breeches below. His member was pulsing and hot. “I want to give you pleasure too.” She started petting his clothed cock with her hand.
“Wait!” Colin exclaimed. He knew he would explode in a matter of seconds if she continued, and he wanted to save his endurance for the bedroom. He would need it. “You can continue at home. I’ll make a mess and someone might see it after we walk out that door.”
Pen stopped and bit her lip, “Then let’s go home so I can ruin you until you’re screaming my name.”
He was stunned by her dominance. Colin knew she was one of the most powerful women in London, closest to the queen, but could her power sneak its way into their sexual relationship?
“God, you turn me on when you talk that way.”
“Just wait until we lay together.” Pen whispered.
By god, she was going to take control tonight. He started sweating and swearing, “Bloody hell, Pen. Open the door before I lose my mind.”
They walked out and looked towards the exit holding hands. Most of the crowd had dispersed. What a relief. After all, Penelope was glossy-eyed and still in a fog. She wasn’t coherent enough to have idle chit chat at the moment.
Their carriage was waiting and Colin opened the door for his wife, assisting her onto the step with a firm grip of her hand.
As they sat quietly next to each other, Pen could see and hear that her husband was growing anxious. He let out a soft whimper, staring at her as his bulge got bigger through his breeches. She knew one thing for certain—she wanted him inside her as soon as they got home. But she also wanted to please him in this carriage. The very same one that they had their first intensely intimate encounter.
“Fuck, Colin. You make me feel like I’m on fire.” She kissed him gently on the lips.
As they broke their kiss, Colin touched her rosy cheek. “And you do not realize what you do to me. We only have a five minute ride to our home. Thank god!”
“Let me fill those minutes to help. Please?”
“What do you propose?” Colin’s entire body was suddenly tense with anticipation.
Pen had a most risqué vision cross her mind. “When we get home, I’m going to change into my night robe. It makes me feel sexy for reasons that I’ll reveal later. Then, I’m going to get on top of you in our bed and give you the ride of your fucking life. For now, let me swallow you down there for a minute.”
Colin objected, “But…”
“No buts!” Pen interrupted. “I shall pull away before you release if that’s what you wish. Just tell me to stop if you are on the edge.”
Colin wondered where she had learnt this. “Fuck, okay. I’ll try.” He smirked at her, bewildered by her knowledge. “How did you find out about this?”
“Madame Delacroix told me. I asked her how I could please you. I’ve got tricks up my sleeve now.” Penelope winked at him as she undid his belt.
She was the one falling to her knees in the carriage this time.
His large cock sprung free and she placed her hand at the base stroking it, while sucking his head. She opened her mouth wide and took more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.
“Yes, Penelope. Oh, god!”
He gripped the seat and watched her in awe. The way her soft, plump lips felt around him made him want to fuck up into her mouth. The way her gorgeous red curls bounced with her movements. And her bosom was just breathtaking from this angle. He was getting close.
“Oh, Pen…I…stop.”
Pen did so looking up at him.
“We are here, Pen.”
She quickly buttoned his trousers and fastened his belt. “Let’s go inside and finish what we’ve started.”
Colin nodded with a smile. He knew his arousal would be evident as he exited, but all was well. No one was around and his footman was used to their carriage shenanigans by now. He stepped out and helped her down, suddenly picking her up and carrying her bridal style into their home.
He gazed at her with an endearing look. This was what Penelope was waiting for. This was the wedding night she had imagined. And it was finally happening.
They entered their bedchamber. He placed her gently onto the floor beside the bed and helped her get out of her dress and corset, planting soft kisses on the neck as he did so.
She was naked and spun around to face him. She began kissing him on the lips with angst, guiding their bodies towards the bed. She shoved him onto his back and began undressing him. First his shirt over his head, his breeches under his bottom, followed by his drawers. She could see him pulsing as his eyes became hazy and his mouth hung agape.
“I will be back in a minute, dearest reader.” Pen rushed to the bathroom.
What did he just hear? Did she say dearest or dearest reader? He waited patiently, stroking his cock slowly at the thought of the latter.
Penelope was back in a flash. She was wearing the silky sage-coloured robe she had referred to in the carriage.
She climbed towards the headboard of the bed and positioned herself on top of him. She was more eager than he had ever witnessed. She was like a lion pouncing on her prey.
Pen was ready to take control. “I’m already wet for you. Now, sit back and enjoy the ride.”
Colin had no words. He couldn’t form a single thought.
She slowly teased him. Her fingernails tracing down his chest. He grabbed onto her hips, the silky robe touching his fingers as he moved his hands towards her curvy bottom. She put pressure with both of her hands on his chest for support as he slid inside her effortlessly. It took one swift motion and she began moving back and forth. He wished this moment could last forever.
She grabbed him by the neck to pull him closer and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
He fell flat back onto the bed in ecstasy, breaking their kiss. She started bouncing at a great speed as he held onto her ass cheeks through the fabric. He often couldn’t decide what he loved more. Her bottom or her breasts. Nevertheless, one thing was for certain: This particular vision of her was making him want to combust.
“Fucking lord!” Colin was feeling the build of an orgasm.
“You mean lady?” Pen questioned. “Just so you know, I would wear this robe when I wrote my column as Lady Whistledown. It made me feel like the baddest business woman that ever lived.” Her movements became more frantic, losing herself as she told the story of her robe to Colin. “Say…ughh…fucking Lady Whistledown. SAY IT!”
This was a role-play he never thought possible. The persona he once hated more than anyone was fucking his brains out. It pushed him over the edge. “FUCKING LADY W-WHITSLEDOWN. FUCK ME!” he screamed. He came hard, thrusting up into her to meet her gyrating hips.
She was pleased that he had cum before her. Penelope let go of her pent up desire. “That’s fucking right. Yess!” Her hips slowed as she released, looking down at her spent husband.
He was mesmerized by what had just transpired. It was nothing he had ever experienced with a woman before. She was telling him how things were going to go for the night and hell, he liked it. Actually, he loved it.
She lifted herself off of him and kissed him on the mouth again, laying by his side. She wanted to recap their count. “We’re at 2-1.”
Colin giggled. “You’re right. I’m in the lead! You’ve cum twice.” His competitive nature was showing.
“Shall we even the score then?” Penelope was serious, her eyes widening.
His jaw dropped and he was already getting discomposed down below.
“Looks like you’re up for it,” Pen teased.
Colin teased back, “Let’s tie up the score then.” His eyes moved to his member that was at full attention. ”Only you make me like this. It’s all your fault!”
“Speaking of ties…” Penelope reached over the side of the bed and pulled some rope from under it.
“Where the fuck did you get that?!” Colin was shocked.
Penelope stretched it out and tugged at each end. “That’s not important darling. What matters is what I’m going to do with it. Turn around with your hands behind your back.”
He was not quick to hesitate and obeyed. Colin was on his knees facing the headboard with his hands behind him.
Penelope wrapped the rope tightly around his wrists. She knotted it twice to make sure it was secure. “You can sit at the edge of the bed, my pet.”
Colin growled animalistically at her new nickname for him.
He sat with his feet touching the floor.
She was suddenly on the floor too and on her knees. She wanted to finish him off this way, since she wasn’t able to in the carriage.
She moved her hands down his thighs slowly.
The silk fabric of her robe skimmed across his skin and he got a chill down his spine.
“Try and relax, pet.”
Colin let out a sigh. “Yes, my lady.”
“She let spit drip from her mouth and distributed it up and down his shaft. She was sure she would gag because of his length, but she did not care. She sucked him off at a rapid pace moving her hand at the base.
“FUCK!” Colin yelled. “You make me feel so good. Remove your hand and let m-me fuck your m-mouth. Please!”
She removed her mouth and hand. “Say, please Lady Whistledown.”
“Please, please, please Lady Whistledown,” Colin pleaded.
“Very well. Stand up then.”
He stood with his hands still tied behind his back and was ready for her to take him fully in her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, and he slowly slid himself into her other wet hole, moaning with pleasure.
She was three quarters of the way down, but she looked up at him and he was so hot with his hands tied up not touching her, while she only touched him with her mouth. It was his cock and her mouth, and this made her hornier than ever before. She massaged her nipples with both hands.
He started to move his hips faster.
Pen felt tears form in her eyes as she took him all the way in.
With a few more harsh thrusts, Colin felt dazed as he came into her mouth. His toes curled into the wooden floor and his knuckles were white from clenching his rope-bound fists. He felt a sudden numbness in his hands and feet, getting dizzy as he watched her swallow his load.
She removed her mouth and licked her lips.
Colin was overwhelmed, overstimulated, and barely able to speak. “I may, I may…pass out. My vision. It’s blurry.” He waited for her to give him permission to move.
“Sit, Colin. My husband. My life.” He was able to plop down and she sat next to him on the bed, stroking his hair and kissing his cheek. “Better?”
Colin started to see straight again. “Yes, I think I need a moment.”
“Here. Let me untie you, so you can lay down. You are so pretty all flustered like this.”
“It’s because of your beauty, dearest.”
Pen smiled at the fact that she held this power over him. She did this. She made him look and feel like he was in another world. He rested near the headboard and she pulled the covers over him so he could get comfortable.
“There you are my sweet. We’re now tied at 2-2. Let me get you a glass of water to cool you down. I’ll be right back.”
Colin nodded as she closed their bedroom door. He had never been this high. He’d done natural drugs abroad like teas and such, but nothing compared to this. This was a different kind of high. He felt like his whole body was floating. Not able to walk or do anything really. And to think they had one more round of making each other climax. He felt butterflies form in his stomach at the thought of it. How fitting since tonight was the butterfly ball. He let out a quiet laugh.
Penelope entered with water as promised. “What are you giggling about?”
“Nothing important. Just happy to be here with you,” Colin said with a smile.
She handed him the water. “Me too.”
He downed half the glass. “Thank you my love.”
“Of course. But you’ll need more in a moment.”
Colin was confused.
Penelope got off the bed and walked towards the mirror that was placed next to the right side of their bed. She shifted it so the reflection captured the front of her body and Colin’s gaze as he lay there watching.
She undid her silk belt and opened the robe so her breasts and private area was on display. She started doing a dance for him facing the mirror while looking into his eyes. She ran her hands through her hair and swayed her hips.
“Wow,” is all Colin could fathom. She was right. He had to finish the water right then and there, placing the empty glass on the bedside table. She was literally giving him a show. It was all too much.
She did not break his gaze, knowing deep down that the mirror was a kink of his. She shimmied her robe off of her shoulders and it fell to the ground. She started rubbing her most sensitive spot.
He didn’t think he could get hard again so fast, but how wrong he was. He had a jolt of energy run through his body, as if she had brought him back to life with that dance and now she was in the nude. He was suddenly on his knees in the middle of the mattress.
“Pen, will you come over here so I can help you with that?”
“Yes, Colin. Let’s just make sure we face the mirror while you do it.”
“That’s how I like it,” Colin smirked.
She lined herself up on the bed. She was on her knees too, her back touching his chest and her bottom resting against his half hard girth.
He reached over with his right hand and started his finger play with her clit. Penelope grasped her breasts and turned her neck slightly to kiss him, moaning in his mouth.
They both looked back into the mirror at the same time. He was fully hard because of her priceless expression. She had dark eyes that were begging for his dick.
“Hands and knees, Pen. Now.” Colin’s dom side had taken over. It was his turn to ruin her.
“Yes, of course.”
He inserted himself without hesitation. He held her hips, spanking her ass a couple times, which prompted her to match his movements, thrusting back into him from behind.
They looked at each other in the mirror, and Colin knew he had it good. Her boobs and bottom jiggled with each thrust and he couldn't believe she was his. Every part of her was like a goddess, like Venus. It’s like she wasn’t even real. His hands were drawn to her breasts and he cupped them for support.
He started quickening his pace slightly, “I know I say it a lot, but you truly are so beautiful.”
Penelope blushed. “As are you, my love. You are the man of my dreams.”
Colin smiled. Yet, after nearly losing consciousness, he had not lost sight of their end goal. He knew he could make her cum first this time and he would win.
He grunted loudly at his foreseen victory and began fucking her furiously, hands now squeezing both hips. “Your cunt is so wet. Fuck!!!”
“Ahhh!” Pen squealed. “You’ve hit the spot. Your cock is so big. C-COLIN!”
He used all the strength he had left in him to get her there first. She came to the finish line only mere seconds before him. As soon as he saw her climax in the mirror he was a goner. He spilled into her and screamed in ecstasy. “PEN! Oh, ohh, ohhhhhhh.”
They both stared into the looking glass as their chests heaved together and their heartbeats slowed.
Is this heaven? Penelope thought to herself. And to think she was able to do this with Colin for the rest of her life.
Colin was still inside of her as his legs turned to jelly. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed.
Pen laid next to him and put her hand on his chest. “That was amazing,” she complimented.
“Indeed. ‘Tis a night I’ll never forget. You know what else is amazing?”
Penelope kissed him on the lips. “What?”
“I won!” Colin boasted. “3-3 was the final score, but I got you to cum before me in the final round.”
“Ha! You cheeky bastard!” Pen laughed at his love for their game.
Needless to say, Colin had to give Penelope credit. “Although, I think you won in terms of ruining me. I’ll need at least ten glasses of water to recover. And some biscuits wouldn’t hurt.”
Penelope loved his praise. “And you make me horny every minute of every day in case you weren’t aware.”
Colin felt the same way. “I will always be here for your sexual needs, my love. My body and soul is yours. I am happy to be of service to you my lady.”
Penelope was pleased by his remark and responded with these final words, “Thank you pet.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms. Little did they know what the next morning would bring.