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Colin Bridgerton drives back from shooting his series today outside of London alone in his car. He is currently filming the fifth season of the show that instantly made him famous 10 years ago. Well, he became more famous when he got married to then supermodel Marina Thompson, which caught everyone by surprise at the time. While Colin at the age of 22 was only at the humble beginnings of his career and enjoyed all the attention of this stunning thin, beautiful woman (boosting his ego), while she was at the peak of her modelling career at the age of 34. Colin now realises that he was suffering from rose-tinted spectacles when he assumed that she wasn't having various affairs on the side with her manager, photographers, designers, other actors and billionaires. Maybe that's why he is the way he is today. Hard, often unreadable and angry without himself knowing the reasons for his behaviour. He now claims what is available to him. His feelings for Marina ended already a couple of years ago, but he doesn't want to destroy his reputation. That of a loving, relaxed husband who supports his wife career choices even if he secretly hates everything she does nowadays. But it makes him fans online and he needs that for better roles in movies.
In an interview two years ago, he was forced to explain that he and Marina had a very modern open marriage. This had been news to him on that morning, decided by her manager and after his world had collapsed merely 24 hours ago. And that was the day Colin had realised he had never loved her. But the revelation of their new form of relationship further increased his own market value. So much so that he is now the bigger and more popular celebrity in the marriage than she ever was. His fans on the internet adore him, women offer themselves to him everywhere (in bars, even in an ikea some months ago while shopping there with his brother Gregroy). He is no longer the unreachable sex god, but the public sex object. Everyone assumes in public that, as the younger man in the relationship, he insisted on the possibility of sleeping with women besides his wife. This was not the case until the night he caught her in his marital bed with two men. He was furious – hours later he roughly took Marina from behind. She moaned that it was the best sex she'd ever had. That made him happy. He’s a fuckup. His brother Anthony told him that years ago. But the next morning they agreed to an open marriage. Then there were photos of Marina and George Crane, a well-known footballer - also married. Both couples declared that they were having open marriages to keep the scandal in check.
Since that night, Colin had taken up every offered sexual offer from various women (thin, blondes, older women or everyone else). The only exception was anyone who had any contact with his relatives. There was one exception to this, however. He had less and less contact with his family. Most of his siblings, as well as his mother, had always rejected Marina, and now he recognised why. Anthony insisted on some arrangements, for which Colin is very grateful in the aftermath. He would like to tell his brother, but they rarely have contact nowadays. He knows that his family knows that he is miserable in his marriage to Marina. They don't understand why he doesn't divorce her. They argued plenty about this every time he is at a family gathering. The truth is, however, that he would have to deal with women proposing to have a romantic relationship with him instead of a little fling or a hot night out he prefers.
He leaves his car parked outside his townhouse in London Hampstead. It was an inheritance from his father and Marina hates it, especially because Colin insisted that it was his house and not theirs. She is also never here and has never actually lived here with him. He started really living here just over two years ago. In addition to a generous study where he can prepare his theatre performances and film productions, there is a small library full of classics. Downstairs is a cosy living room and a large kitchen and dining room that could easily accommodate his entire family if he decided to invite them. In the basement there is a spa area, a home cinema and another guest room. The bedrooms including ensuite bathrooms are all three on the upper floor.
Together with Marina, he also owns a loft in the centre of London-Soho. They bought it near Mayfair, where his mother and Anthony and his family still live today to be close to them. Marina's family also lived there until a few years ago: the Featheringtons. Marina still maintains close contact with her cousin by marriage, Portia Featherington. The two women share a penchant for spending money and lavish living like Portia’s two eldest daughters. They are not related by blood, Portia got pregnant by her lover her husband none the wiser.
He is immediately reminded of this when he enters his house in Hampstead. The first thing he notices is the smell of rose tea. Marina never drinks this tea, unless peacock Portia Featherington has been here to ask for another round of money again. Of course, Marina prefers to receive her here. Just the other day they told him they wanted to film a show about being a host here. As if shows like this by rich women are needed by the world right now. But he refused and stuck to his guns.
Marina wasn't actually supposed to be in London this week. She had told him that she had a few shoots with some photographers who Colin knows are long-time affairs of hers.
They haven't seen each other for weeks, he realises when he reflects on it. They have lived apart for the past two years. She only accompanies him to a few red carpets, his premieres and other appearances a year. But at some point, he had stopped trying to get her to come round for everything. He stayed for the sake of convenience - and because it meant no shitstorm. Although? Would there even be one? Many of his fans were shocked by the paparazzi photos of Marina and other, richer men. And if he's completely honest: he and Marina were never really suited for each other. When they met, she was currently THE Victoria Secret model - and he was a 21-year-old actor who would soon become better known in his first major role. He attended various fashion shows at the time and worked with increasingly well-known brands - and she wanted to get close to him. At the time, he liked it and was flattered that this hot woman desired him.
Today, he is almost disgusted with his former self only thinking about having a hot women in his bed. But if he is completely honest: if it hadn't been Marina, another woman would have been drawn to his bank account in particular. Because he doesn't actually need the money from his job. He loves his profession as an actor - and everything that comes with it. Especially the preparations for new projects and the historical series he has been shooting for years. But he would already be loaded even without his successful acting career; his success only increases his wealth. He is glad that his wife has no access to his paternal inheritance and only to some of his steady income. She spends most of what he deposits into the joint account directly on shopping or travelling to and with her lovers anyway. A few months ago, he started transferring some of his money to another account with the help of his older brother Benedict. One to which Marina has no access and of whose existence she has absolutely no knowledge of. They also have a prenuptial agreement - in the event of a divorce, Marina will only receive a small sum, not even a million. He is now a billionaire because his inheritance works for itself – or rather for him. He owns several properties in and out of London and England as well as a hotel in Scotland that he invested in with his best friend Michael when his sister Francesca and Michael's cousin Michaela (his sister’s wife) bought an old castle there. He owns a flat in Paris together with Benedict, an apartment in Venice with his sister Daphne, a house in Mykonos with Anthony and some more like a cottage in Ireland where he stays if he wants to write another of his unpublished books. Marina doesn’t know about these properties. She’s never been there preferring Los Angels.
'Colin?' the cold, annoyed voice of his current wife drags him out of his thoughts. This is going to be wonderful if she's in this mood again.
‘Yeah, here.’ He's not really interested in being in the same room with her any longer. In recent years, they'd only been together for public engagements and the subsequent sex - or for threesomes with other, often younger women Marina had brought along. He was enjoying the attention of two women, if he is honest with himself.
'Please join us here and welcome your new house guest.' She ordered him into the living room. She sits in her snug red dress with gold buttons in his beige living room, which certainly looks expensive. She is sitting on the cosy settee against the left-hand window wall facing another settee. She is in very expensive jewellery that he knows he did not bestow on her and a large hat that clearly indicates to him that she has not come to stay for long. Just as Colin was expecting her to have purchased either a greyhound or a Persian cat, he catches sight of a young woman instead. Perhaps in her early 20s, stunningly gorgeous. Porcelain skin, curly red hair and the kind of curves he actually favours in women, as he has discovered in recent years. The exact opposite of the slim Marina with only her small ass and absolutely no tits. Colin is a boob guy, ever has been. That should have been his first warning why he and Marina wouldn't ever work out.
‘Hello, I am Colin. And you are?’ He gallantly kisses the other women’s hand as he once learnt from his mother. In fact, she told him that was how his father had introduced himself to her and Colin thought it was somehow quite charming and he really wanted to appear charming to this young woman. He doesn't actually know why. But he does like the way her big blue eyes stare at him in amazement.
‘Colin, this is Penelope. She's my late cousin's stepdaughter, Portia's youngest.’ Marina explains, already annoyed by his presence. His wife doesn't even look him in the face but only on his muscular chest and the chest hair that pokes out of his plain white button-down shirt, pushed down by the black sunglasses hanging from it. He remembers the girl, she was at their wedding (he doesn't actually remember her, but the Featheringtons had been there) and a few family celebrations. A few years ago, he had spotted her at the pool while Marina was throwing herself at another rich cousin of the Featheringtons, Jack, hoping to make an even richer catch than him (He got her cousin’s title, but he married another billionaire’s daughter). Yes, he really was an idiot in his 20s. Anyway, this Penelope had been sitting at the edge of the pool sipping a mocktail in a one-piece swimming costume, her bust already generous for her age. She had just turned 18 at the time. He had to quickly avert his gaze and eventually left the pool completely so that no one noticed how attracted he was to her - he was already in his late 20s at the time. She had then gone to university, which everyone thought was unnecessary and often ridiculed her. He secretly admired her for the fact that she obviously valued her own education instead of following the same path as her older sisters, her mother or Marina. Even if she didn't attend any more family celebrations after that, which he regretted because they had had a good chat the one or two times, they had been around each other.
‘She's ours.’ Marina suddenly started talking again. ‘Actually, I paid her mum a lot of money. You know how she is. Penelope's a 23-year-old virgin. No one wanted her as a spouse from Portia's circles. She doesn't like making a fuss of herself, just look at her. Penny, you really wanted to cut down on food, didn’t you? You must finally learn to put on better make-up and to dress properly for us. She would rather study literature. It's pathetic, Portia always says. She tried to get her with some older guys as their mistress, but she rejected every one of them. Now the Featheringtons are completely bankrupt and the money we paid for her will help the rest of her family to get back on their feet.’ Marina continues, annoyed, as if she wasn't just telling him that she had bought a human being. What's wrong with her? And why did she buy the girl in the first place?
When Colin gives her a confused look, Marina continues. ‘I paid her mother 1 million pounds for you to take her virginity. Have fun with her. If you want her to stay for more ... activities, we always could pay them another million. Your decision.’ Marina declares seriously.
Colin watches the young woman as she looks down at her teacup with her eyebrows furrowed and, as he only now realises, red, obviously teary eyes. She sits opposite him in her white dress with a surprising amount of cleavage for the fact that she is more than obviously uncomfortable in this situation.
‘You bought us a girl to have sex with?’, he asks his wife again.
‘A 23-year-old woman, not a girl. Obviously. I want to save this marriage, you're young and you want sex. You can sleep with her instead of all those women at bars or other establishments.’ Marina declares to him as she gets up and grabs her designer handbag to leave his house. Now it's also clear why she met Portia here. Penelope is not going to be Marina's company but his.
'You've numerous affairs, Marina. ' He retorts coldly. The same argument they have every time and time again they are in the same room for more than five minutes and don't have sex.
‘You're getting too famous by now for one-night stands in dark bars. I don't want any more blurry photos of that for the world to see and I certainly don't want a woman who is supposedly pregnant by you - or really, because you don't give a damn.’ Marina responds to him.
‘You blackmailed me to state in an interview we have an open marriage. Or does that only apply to you and your George? How young is his new wife this time? 25? Even younger? His new wife could be your daughter, actually.’ Marina exhales sharply at Colin's reproach, rolling her eyes and shooting him a look. She has never really been able to deal with her age. On the way out of the house, she calls back to him, ‘Take her virginity, maybe we're going to fuck her together next month. You liked that some years ago, didn't you? I am going to safe our marriage.’
Before he has a chance to reply again, the door slams and his wife has left. Obviously dressed as if she might be able to charm an even richer man than him later tonight. But she's aging. 44 years old and on the sofa across from him is still the young woman Marina paid money for him to sleep with rather than random women he met in bars. What was her name again?
‘Penelope?’
She nods, her eyes still averted from him. Wordlessly, Colin gets up and places himself right next to her. Not too close that she feels intimidated by him, but not too distant that she might think he's rejecting her too.
'Welcome in my house.' He welcomes her with his soft voice and a friendly smile. His gaze wanders over her body. The red curly open hair, all the way down her neck to her cleavage, over her stomach to her uncovered legs, someone had already pulled the long skirt of her dress up to her knees. But Penelope has evidently been forced into these clothes she doesn't even like. He's going to fix that. Later, he'll have her shop online for what she likes using his credit card. Or he will order what she likes himself and ask her about her favourite colours or textiles first.
She also examines him at the same time and replies in a low voice, ‘Thank you, Mr Bridgerton.’
'So, you're still studying literature?' he asks her smoothly, grinning like a cat.
‘Yes, sir.’ He likes that, her calling him sir. Maybe for now he'll continue to be Mr Bridgerton for her. Colin never forces himself onto women. And while she is absolutely his type, he holds back with any advances. At least for the time being.
‘Your mum isn't very nice, is she?’ he presses.
‘No, sir. She hates that I am not married or involved with someone rich. I am sorry Marina seemingly didn’t tell you about her … transaction with my mother before it happened. You don’t have to do that with me, you know.’ She has beautiful light blue eyes and her skin is shimmering like porcelain. She is one of the prettiest women he ever had seen. Prettier than Marina ever was in his eyes.
‘Do you want this? I would be okay telling everyone we did it just so you could leave for you studies at the university again.’ He wants her. He fucking really wants to fuck her. And he is getting hard because of that. Her sweetness und shyness is driving him mad. Would he be able to do everything with her he dreamed about? In his head a plan is forming. But she has to want it herself not just because of her mother and Marina telling her to let him fuck her.
‘I think, yes. While I strongly opposed this arrangement while Marina and my mum told me what they want me to do. I think you’re a kind man. You've always been interested in my studies and books and talked to me while no one else had. Maybe ... perhaps I could be of some service for you. Marina... she said you're mostly by yourself. I also know a bit about social media, I've attended a few lectures on social media marketing... However,..." She is blushing and avoiding his gaze. How deep is her blush running into her body? She’s cute. Maybe the cutest little thing he ever met. He need to have her.
‘I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.’ She admits to him in a soft whisper. Her big blue eyes gazing at him from below. Shit. He's getting really hard.
‘It’s not happening today, honey’, he tells more is cock than her, but she seems instantly scared by his words. ‘I always liked your company and talking with you. How about we start with a kiss, I want to learn about your body first. You could accompany me to the film sets this week and we could use the way back to London every day for some … talking. If you’re comfortable with us being intimate I am going to take your virgin cunny, sweet Penelope. After that it’s your decision to stay with me or not. But I am not going to pay your mother more money. We’ll find a new arrangement, I am sure. You could stay here, if we are both satisfied with one another. I can buy you everything you want. Every book you desire. I could pay for your studies. But…”, he gazes at her hopeful eyes, ‘I have a lot of kinky stuff I want to explore with you. Maybe you’re ready in some weeks for that. But if not, you can always tell me, and it won’t be an issue. I promise. I could always find someone else for that.’
‘Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton. You’re indeed very kind.’ He can see she means that. She trusts him. And he likes her trusting him with her body. Maybe her heart too? Well, she’s too young to marry anyway, pity. He would in a heartbeat divorce Marina for her.
‘I am not really kind, Penelope. I am kinder than Marina und your mother though. But I want to have sex with you, a lot of sex hopefully. I am going to take you virginities. Cunny, ass, mouth and some other first times. But if you ever stop feeling safe with me or anyone else, just say ‘red’ and everything is going to stop immediately, that’s our safeword. Got it, darling?’ He caresses her hair lightly.
‘Yeah.’ She smiles at him. And his cock is twitching in his pants. He tells her she's actually going to be his plaything and she smiles at that?
‘Come here, let’s start with some kissing’, he directs her into his arms. She blushes deeply. Well, Marina knew what she did with paying Penelope’s mother for her warming his bed. If he gets his way today was the last day, she met that women. He disliked her before but now he blatantly hates her. He cares deeply for Penelope. She’s his now. His to play with and his to care for.
‘Darling Penelope, have you ever been kissed before?’, he asks her after she settled onto his left knee.
She shakes her head. ‘Just Marina when I was 16 and she wanted to teach me some things about boys...’ Penelope blushes again. Marina took her first kiss away and this sweet 23-year-old women isn’t mad about that? What else did his wife teach her?
‘Did you like it?’ He asks her.
‘Partly.’ She blushes even deeper. Fantastic. She is a shy girl but maybe she’s going to like some of the kinky stuff he wants to do with her later.
‘Come here, sit on my lap, darling girl.’ She rises up, her legs on either side of his. Sitting on him like that, their faces are almost at eye level. Oh, he will have so much more fun with this size difference, if she also wants this.
While he immediately puts his right arm around her waist, his left hand reaches for her cheek. He caresses her cheek as he stares deep into her eyes. He remembers from his sisters how important the first kiss is for a woman. This should be a memorable first kiss with a man for her.
He pulls her closer to him. He licks his lips and smiles at her, giving her a little nervous chuckle. His face so close to hers she could feel the puffs of air across her skin. He took the finger that was stroking her cheek where his breath had hit and brushed the hair that fallen on her face away. With a small nod, she indicates her consent and the next moment his lips are on hers, still smelling of rose tea. Now he suddenly fancies the flavour. He feels her hands slide around his head and she draws his face closer to hers. She kisses him back, losing herself into this kiss. His arm glides down her back, cupping her ass. She is so small in his big muscular arms. So warm, so fragile – and already wet between her legs.
In the next moment, their kiss ends and she stares at him with her mouth parted slightly. Colin pulls her legs higher onto the sofa leaving her sitting on his lap with her legs to the left and right of him on the sofa. Her white dress has long since been hiked up, her breasts at his eye level.
'Let me show you what a real kiss is. He leans back and pulls her over him so that she is now lying on top of him. He finds her tits against his body. He grabs her face with both hands and moves her further towards him. His hands wander over her bottom and her hips higher and higher.
As Penelope starts to rub herself against him, he caresses her neck.
‘Yes, baby. That’s good?’ She just moans her answer and keeps kissing his neck.
‘You like this?’, he asks again. She nods. ‘Baby, I’ll need to her your words.’
‘Yes, Mr. Bridgerton. So – Sooo good. Could you –“ She slides onto one of his thighs to reach her climax as quickly as possible.
‘No, it’s my tight or nothing. I am not helping you getting off.’ She keeps grinding his knee. Fuck, she feels so good like this. A horny virgin, his horny virigin. Wet for him. His to take. While she keeps humping his knee, he starts making plans in his head how to train her into his new plaything. Marina was right, one-night stands are not really is thing.
Colin thrusts his leg higher, rubbing now harder against her. She widens her legs readily for him.
‘That’s it, Penelope. I want you fucking my leg until your sweet virgin cunt comes all over it.’ He whisperes directly into her ear. She tries to get more friction between her legs then.
His hands roam over her breasts. Her white sundress is still on over them. While her skirt has been pulled up over her hips, he takes it off altogether. Beneath it she is wearing white underwear, nothing special as he realises to his disappointment. He will have to change that later today too.
She comes with a little sigh as he kisses her once more, his tongue pressed into her mouth. Afterwards, her body goes limp in his arms. Colin gently carries the 23-year-old woman a little later upstairs to his bedroom and lays her on his bed. He covers her with the silk coverlet that always shows the figure of women so clearly that he gets even harder at the thought of it. He heads to his ensuite, where he first attends to his hard cock. He then runs her a bubble bath, lays out one of his large T-shirts for her, takes a glass of apple juice and some fruit from his kitchen and places everything on the small side table next to the bathtub. Then he returns to the bedroom.
‘Mr Bridgerton?’ Her big blue eyes seek his.
‘Yes, sweetheart? You okay? I've run you a bath.’ He sits down next to her on the bed and caresses her cheek.
‘Mhm, I'm sorry.’
‘For what? That was super-hot. Did you like it too?’ He has to smile. Marina has done him a big favour. Penelope seems to be the perfect woman. Although she's a virgin, she doesn't seem to have a problem with sex. What's more, she's actually more than easy to talk to. She's perfect wife material, why hasn't anyone seen that before him?
‘Mr Bridgerton?’ she turns to him. He promptly nods at her. ‘Would you lie down with me?’
Colin does just that for a moment. He takes off his shoes and lies down next to her on his back. Her small hand grips his. Colin likes that. With Marina, he could never just lie next to each other without talking after sex. With Penelope, silence is very easy for him.
‘Sweetheart, I've run you a bath and put out some drinks and fruit. Just enjoy it. I still have to prepare for my next days of filming. You'll find me in the office downstairs. Later I'll show you your room and the rest of the house and then we'll buy you a few things that you'll need online.’
Penelope stares at him, obviously astonished.
'Did you bring anything with you?' he asks her guardedly.
A few tears run down her cheeks and she is sitting up. Penelope shakes her head firmly. Colin moves up behind her and pulls her upper body so close that she is able to rest her head against his chest.
‘Penelope, I'll buy you everything you can think of. I'm richer than Marina might realise.’
‘I only have my notebook, my journals and a few of my favourite books. A few photos of my family and three dresses that Mum selected. I really don’t need anything else.’ She explains to him, visibly emotional about her day.
‘You’ll need more, honey. Later, I'll show you my library here.’ Her eyes widen at the word library. ‘You could use it to study, read, write. Whatever you like. If you need anything, an armchair or another seat, just let me know and I'll get it for you. Marina isn't living here. I'll have all the locks changed tomorrow morning so she can't just walk in here. Once I've shown you everything, I'll order anything else you need. Beauty products, handbags, clothes for university, as well as lingerie and dresses you actually like.’
Penelope stares at him from underneath with amazement and starts to tear up even more.
‘What is it? Don't you like it here? I've already told you, we're slowly working towards your deflowering - and the last word will always be yours.’ He anxiously asks her and caresses her right arm without realising it himself.
‘You are kind, Mr. Bridgerton. Marina showed me earlier how to get myself off on you. She said you could like this and would take me today. I did what she told me, but I actually was quite afraid about it happening today. Thank you, thank you Mr. Bridgerton for all your kindness.’ She begins placing kisses along his jaw. Marina showed her how to arouse him? That’s why her dress was pushed up to her knees earlier?
‘I am really not kind, Penelope. But I hate the way Marina and your mum are treating you. I'm going to put an end to it. Marina told me you're mine now. You are mine. Now, get into the warm bath. There's a remote control on the side table so you can switch the TV on and off.’
Penelope then gets up and leaves his bedroom still in her plain white underwear. Just before she is in the doorway to the ensuite, she turns round. ‘I like reading smut and the kinky stuff. I really want to explore my sexuality, and I do feel safe with you. So, whatever you want to do with me, I want to be able to fully enjoy it with you.’ With that, she turns round, closes the door behind her and he hears her lying down in the bathtub and starting the TV a little later.
Shortly afterwards, Colin also leaves his bedroom, his shoes back on. He looks through the other two bedrooms. Both would be fine. But he will take Penelope to the bedroom with the mirrored wall later. That will also have its advantages for him over the next few days. The other bedroom will be remodelled as soon as he knows her preferences more thoroughly. He will do everything he can to ensure that Penelope will stay with him for a long time because, as Marina pointed out earlier, he enjoys having two girls and wants to find out what else Marina might have taught her.
Later, Penelope will visit him in his study wearing only the T-shirt he had placed in the bathroom. He is going to show her her room for the next few days and question her about her furnishing ideas so that the room with the connecting door can be redesigned. He is going to show her the house and she will instantly fall in love with his library. (If he's honest, she told him she actually fancies the whole house - the same things he fancies about it too: The age of it, the stories behind its paintings, the library, the historic neighbourhood and its little garden with lots of wildflowers along the white house).
A few hours later, Colin and Penelope are sitting together in the living room. She is dressed in one of those dresses, it is yellow, and she has already told him at a previous meeting that she detests this colour. On his lap is his MacBook, several tabs are open with beauty products, online shops for everyday clothes and lingerie. Penelope's head is resting on his shoulder while she has her legs bent behind her on the sofa. It's wonderfully cosy with her here - and he's half hard again just being near her. But that's only because he knows what he's going to do with her.
After all the shopping has been done, he informs her about her role here. He has given this a lot of thought over the last few hours.
‘Penelope, what did Marina tell you was going to happen after she left?’ he asked her in a lecturing manner.
Penelope takes a deep breath. ‘I am to be your plaything. I told you Marina kissed me when I was 16 to train me for boys. But after my 18th birthday she showed me how to hump on things like your knee earlier. She told me a lot about the kinky sex you had together, showed me some videos of … her doing things with other men. She told me earlier I mainly have to let you fuck me however you want me but she’s going to have me too someday, maybe you and your wife having sex with me at the same time. And I have to open my legs for everyone she wants me to.’
Colin gets instantly angry about the last sentence. Marina is just thinking about her own pleasure.
‘Well, Honey. You’re right. You are my plaything. My good girl. I am going to take your virginity in some days’ time. Sure, Marina is going to fuck you too. She payed with our money, so ... We liked having threesomes with other women before we fell apart two years ago. Maybe my friends the Contessa or the Scot are going to play with us together too, but only if you like them. But other people than that. Hard no. Her affairs aren’t going to get you in any way. You’re not a whore, you’re my Penelope. A kind, gorgeous woman with her own will. As I told you earlier. No means no. Always, don’t forget this, okay?’ Penelope nodded. Cuddling his side.
‘You now know everything about this arrangement. There are so many things I wanna do to you. Are you in?’ He gently asks her, taking her into is arms.
‘Yes, sir. I … I told you. I like this kinky sex stuff I read about in books and Marina showed me. I want to explore my sexuality. I don’t want to be a virgin forever. And you’re quite handsome I always thought and so, so kind. So, I am okay with being deflowered by you.’ She blushed after that again.
‘You blush so beautifully. I’ll take good care of you, Pen. Not just while having sex with you.’ He answered her sternly. She acknowledged this with a faint smile.
He had already ordered a few things while she was still relaxing in the bathtub. Some sheer robes, a few sexy party dresses from luxury brands that he would have altered just for her, and some lingerie that he liked. He simply messaged Marina to ask for her sizes, which she had already saved and sent to him without any comments. He also bought some sex toys. Maybe Penelope will be ready for that one day - or someone else will if she doesn't fancy it.
Then he wrote a message to his best friend Michael.
Colin: You'll never guess what Marina has done now to stop there being pictures of me with other women
Michael: Did she tell you again she loves you and not just your surname and your money?
Colin: She bought us a plaything, 23-year-old women
Michael: Will you bring her to the set?
Colin: Let's see, not tomorrow anyway. She's still settling into my house.