Trivial

Smut, Fluff, and All That Stuff

Colin dropped Penelope onto the mattress and stepped away, staring at her as if he was contemplating something. Just when Penelope was about to ask what was wrong, he finally spoke. "I was going to ask how you wanted me, my lovely wife, but I don't think you've been a very good girl tonight."

"What?" She tried to object. She didn't think she did anything wrong.

"Thomas Fillsburgh," Colin answered darkly. Penelope tried to hide her laugh, but failed horribly. "You think this is funny, do you? You know what I think, Penelope?" He wondered, moving to the closet to get something. Penelope knew what it was, and she shivered in anticipation. "I think you need to be punished."

Penelope swallowed nervously, trying to stay in character. "I'm sorry, baby. You know I'm yours and only yours."

Colin grinned at the name. She knew what it did to him. "Too late for that, love. It's time for your birthday spankings." Penelope's thighs clenched together and she could feel the slick already running down them. "Strip for me," he demanded. Penelope hesitated. She was always afraid to take her clothes off in front of people, but especially Colin. She was so eager to please him. They had worked together on her self confidence, but it seemed she still sometimes let her insecurities win. "I said strip for me, love. I want to see my pretty pussy and those gorgeous tits." Slowly, knowing Colin liked it when she took her time, Penelope peeled away the layers of her outfit until she was left in a matching red lace lingerie set. "Fuck, Pen," Colin groaned, slipping out of his character for a moment. Before she could unclasp the bra, Colin grabbed her wrist and stopped her. "Let me do it, love. It may be your birthday, but this is my present to unwrap." Normally, that would sound so corny, but Penelope was absolutely mad for Colin at the moment. When her bra was thrown across the room and her nipples pebbled to the rush of cold air, Colin took her breasts in his hands, testing the weight of them. "Whose tits are these, Pen?" He demanded.

"Yours, baby," Penelope whimpered as Colin pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger. The pain was just so good.

"That's right. Mine to touch." He squeezed them. "Mine to tease." He pinched her nipples again. "Mine to taste." Colin latched onto her left nipple and suckled at it. Penelope hissed in response. "You like that, love?" Penelope could only nod as Colin continued lavishing her tits with attention. "You know what else is mine?" He asked just as Penelope was sure she could cum from that alone. Not waiting for an answer, Colin dove a hand into her panties, feeling just how wet she was. "God, love, you're so fucking wet," he groaned. "My pretty pussy is just dripping with juices for me, isn't it?" Penelope whimpered as Colin swirled his fingers through her folds. He moved down her body, kissing and licking and nipping a trail over her skin until he reached the lace hem of her panties. Finally, he used his teeth and pulled them all the way off, revealing her glistening pink center. "My pretty pussy," Colin repeated before diving in to lap up her messy center. At this point, Penelope was a pile of moans and cries and whimpers, writhing beneath him. He eventually plunged two fingers into her depths, curling them until he felt her start to clench around him. Suddenly, Colin ripped his fingers away. Penelope almost wanted to hit him in that moment, but she did love when he denied her pleasures. It felt so much more in the end. Colin sucked his fingers clean, then stepped back to retrieve the whip. "Time for your punished. Get on all fours, love."

Penelope's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, baby. Please let me cum. Please," she begged.

Colin walked over to her, grabbed her hair and pulled. "All fours. Now." Penelope scrambled to obey, kneeling on the bed and raising her ass in the air, presenting herself to him. "Mmm," he hummed. "This might be my second favorite sight in the world."

"What's the first?" She couldn't help but ask.

Colin grinned, knowing he got exactly the response he wanted. "The sunset over this beach front villa that I stayed at in Greece." Penelope snapped to look at him and scoffed in offense. "I'm kidding, love. It's your perfect breasts bouncing in my face when you ride me." A bolt of arousal shot through Penelope before Colin continued. "Now turn back around so I can punish your perfect round cheeks until they're all red and sore for me." Reluctantly, she did. Colin brushed the whip along Penelope's ass cheeks a few times to tease her. Without warning, he brought the whip down with a loud whack.