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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 18^th 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.

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The next morning, Colin enjoys his daily newspaper at the breakfast table. He has already told his butler Dunwoody that the door locks must be changed as soon as possible, and Marina should only be allowed into the house when he's at home. He has also informed him of the identity of the young woman who is now living in one of the rooms. Dunwoody excused himself because the workmen can only begin to work the next morning to rebuild her intended room and to change the door locks of the whole house. So, while Dunwoody fixes everything else in the house before heading back to Colin's brother Benedict's house, Colin enjoys his black coffee and the daily newspaper.

‘Good morning, Mr Bridgerton.’ Penelope enters the kitchen quietly a little while later. She is dressed in Colin's short black kimono, which he purchased in Japan some years ago while traveling and which hung in her room when she was asleep earlier this morning. He doesn't use it anyway and when he takes a look at her, it suits her far better than it does him. A faint smile crosses his face as he folds up his daily newspaper and puts it down next to him.

‘Hello, Penelope. Have you had a restful night?’, he turns to her, noting in his mind that she will also need slippers and some suitable morning attire.

‘I did.’ She blushes and looks down into her lap. ‘Sorry for my sentimental tantrum last evening, I -', but he interrupts her immediately.

‘Yesterday has been emotionally distressing for you. That's perfectly understandable.' He smiles gently at her across the table. ‘Sit down, my butler has prepared breakfast for us.’

Penelope takes the seat opposite him at the dining table at the place prepared for her and immediately starts eating the fruit he prepared earlier for her (She doesn't know this, but he is satisfied with his efforts). A few berries, mainly strawberries and raspberries, a few kiwis, some yoghurt and muesli are placed in front of her as she reaches for the berries and then licks her fingertips one by one, each time popping one of the berries into her little mouth. Colin keeps an eye on this process without being able to take his eyes off her. Does she realise what she is doing to him?

'We didn't know what you would like to eat. I thought there was no way fruit could be wrong. You can put everything you don't eat or your favourite foods on a piece of paper later. Dunwoody will then make sure that everything will be available in the future. He's the butler for my brother Benedict and me; he's over here in the morning and the rest of the day he's in Soho with Benedict and his new wife Sophie.’ He explains to her finding his thoughts again.

‘So ... people know ... about this. About me.’ She gestures vaguely back and forth between herself and Colin, looking quite uncomfortable.

'Dunwoody never asks any questions. He's a very trusted employee of my family. And Benedict and I are more alike than you might realise. His current wife was his long-time paramour - and our mother's housekeeper.' He winces at the mention of his mother.

He has very little contact with her now. She never made the effort to hide publicly that she disapproved of his choice of wife, which kept disappointing him over and over again as a young man in his 20s. He only has frequent contact with Benedict and occasionally with Anthony after silence for years. It's surprising how little he complained about his choice of partner with Marina – only when it came to money did his brother intervene. His sister Daphne lives in the country with her husband and CEO Simon Basset. He is due to visit her when the filming is finished. Since she started having kids, they've been in touch a bit less, but she's always been there for him. Eloise is having an on-and-off thing with her former professor-turned-colleague Phillip Crane, with whom he once attended university and is still a good friend of his. He’s going to vacation with them later in the autumn. Francesca is living in Scotland with her wife of many years, Michaela Stirling - he sporadically visits them there with his best friend and Michaela's cousin who funnily enough goes by the same name, Michael Stirling. Michaela is the sister of Michael's cousin John, who died suddenly a few years ago and was Franny’s first boyfriend then. And Gregory and Hyacinth are studying something somewhere in England, or was it in Paris? He should contact them both again and ask them which of his houses in Europe they would like to spend their half-term holidays in.

'Mr Bridgerton?' Penelope pulls him out of his whirlwind of thoughts.

'Yeah? Sorry, I was in thought for a minute.' He offers her a forced smile and then reaches for the fried bacon. Eating is always a good idea to distract him from something painful.

'What ... what do you want me to do today?' she asks him coyly.

‘Whatever you want.’ He eats a forkful of beans. Still chewing, he continues: 'I'm sure you have something to do for your university degree. Education is essential, isn’t it?’

'I finished university a fortnight ago. I'm only attending one more lecture out of curiosity. I like the professor, she’s amazing', she murmurs quietly. As if she's ashamed.

‘Oh?’ Colin's gaze falls on her face. 'So, then we're putting you off your first career? What's your dream, what do you want to work as - after being with me? ' It's not a question to overcome an awkward silence. On the contrary, he has already learnt last night that they can remain silent together. He is genuinely interested in her as a person. He is keen to know what she wants to do when her agreed part in this is done. Secretly, however, he hopes that she decides to stay with him, maybe even for a long time. Maybe forever?

'I always intended to be a writer.' She answers him in a low voice. She struggles to avert her gaze from Colin.

'Books?' he asks her as he takes another bite of his sausage. She nods.

'Novels or short stories – biographies may be. I have different ideas.' She smiles broadly to herself. 'I love writing. But no one would want to actually read any of them.’

'I would.' Replies his inner subconscious faster than he could keep his mouth shut.

'You'd be interested?' she asks him, almost stunned. For the first time, her hopeful, sparkling eyes look directly into his. What beautiful eyes she has, a wonderful bright blue.

‘Sure, have you finished anything yet?’ His gaze rests calmly on her. He places the cutlery next to his still half-full plate to avoid losing track of what she is revealing about herself. He wants to hear, absorb and remember everything. Perhaps he should write it all down, so it stays with him.

‘I've actually written a short story.’ Her eyes rest on his. She appears unsure as to whether she should tell him more about it or not. ‘A Romance, actually.’

'Just leave it in my office later, if you like. I'll be happy to give you feedback, I've also studied literature some years ago, you know. Maybe I know someone who would be interested in publishing something of yours someday.' He could ask Eloise or Phillip, who both are professors for literature (her modern English Literature, him European Literature, mainly german and russian).

Her eyes widen and begin to sparkle at the prospect that he might actually agree to help her publish something in the future. Colin can barely hide the fact that her natural joy at his interest in her is already making him half hard again. The slightly see-through kimono, under which he can see plain black underwear, doesn't help much too. He reminds himself once again that his orders from the night before will be arriving later today. Tilly will have to accept them so that Penelope doesn't see them all at once.

'I'm sorry, Penelope. I have to go to the set now. Enjoy your breakfast and settle down in the library. It's yours, I'm rarely in there. I mostly use my study. Some orders will arrive today; I've ordered a few things for you. Tilly, my manager, will hand one package directly to you. Let me know if you like it or if you have any other requests.' With that, Colin stands up, smoothes his light-coloured suit trousers and tucks his dark sunglasses into the neckline of his beige pullover, from which a little chest hair peeks out.

‘See you later, Mr Bridgerton.’ Penelope has also stood up, unsure of how to behave the next moment, which is why she suddenly stands rooted to the spot in front of him. Colin giggles inwardly. She really is adorable. So, he takes a big step in her direction, presses a firm kiss to her cheek and whispers, ‘Your training starts tonight, sweety, so don't push yourself too hard today.’

A few minutes later, Colin is sitting in the car that is taking him to today's filming location. A black BMW with tinted windows. Normally, he enjoys the ride, sometimes closing his eyes for a few minutes of sleep before the hectic day of filming on set begins. But today, he has to learn his lines during the hour-long drive. Yesterday, h'd been too distracted by Penelope and her arrival and the prospect of spending a lot of time with her. And now that he's thinking about her again, his's cock is responding and getting even harder. He'll have to do something about it soon. But he can't do that in this car; it's not his private driver John, but one from the production company.

Now that his lines for today are set, luckily, it's more of a sex scene they're going to shoot rather than a long scene with lots of dialogue, his thoughts fall back to Penelope. He had Dunwoody put a new iPhone in her room. He received instructions from Colin to bring three gift boxes to her room as soon as she sat down at the breakfast table. The smallest one holds the green iPhone with a note saying that the only saved number is his. The largest one contains two outfits for her. Nothing special, really. After noticing that she didn't like the three dresses that Marina and her mother had left her, he sent his manager, Tilly Arnold, out last night to get two outfits for Penelope. She’ll buy more for her later today.

Tilly owed him a favour; she is Benedict's ex-girlfriend and one of his few confidants (and one of the women he would never get involved with – nor would she with him. The feeling is very mutual). The first outfit is a light, cream-coloured slip dress with a delicate floral pattern. It is paired with a loose-fitting beige cardigan – after all, his library can be a bit draughty, even in summer. Plus, classic Converse trainers, which she used to wear with everything when he and Marina spent more time together with her family years ago. She completed this look with a gold bracelet, a leather strap watch and a delicate gold chain with a butterfly pendant. The second outfit is more feminine than the first playful outfit. It is a black, figure-hugging mini dress with ruffles on the side. A burgundy leather blazer makes the outfit look edgy rather than posh. Black tights with a subtle striped pattern. Knee-high expensive black leather boots with block heels and a small black designer handbag.

Sweetheart: Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton. I love both Outfits!

Colin: What are you wearing today?

Sweetheart: The second outfit, with the black silk lingerie from the third package underneath.

After what feels like an eternity, Colin finally arrives on set and is called straight into the make-up trailer instead of his own. He tries to hide his hard cock as best he can from his colleagues walking around with his briefcase containing today's script. It didn't help at all to know that Penelope was wearing the silk underwear he had bought her. When he enters the trailer, he immediately notices that Sadie is apparently all alone today. Maybe he'll get rid of his problem faster than he had thought.

‘Colin! We've been waiting for you. Were you stuck in traffic? Or in another fling?’ she asks him bluntly. He just nods once in response and looks her up and down. Not as curvy as Penelope, but she'll do to get him out of his current predicament.

‘Sadie, I need you in the back,’ he instructs her and starts walking.

‘Okay, but we have to make this really quick.’ Colin has hooked up with Sadie, the make-up artist, a few times the years before. Each time was a quickie in the make-up trailer, once in his, but they were almost caught there. He never really wanted to get involved with anyone at work, but then the opportunity arose one early morning and Sadie knew what she was getting into with him – and apparently had the same interest in simply starting the day satisfied.

Sadie pushes her body past him and leads him further into the back of the trailer, where the bed is. It's actually for Sadie and her colleagues to relax during filming, but he knows that Michael sometimes spends his breaks here with Sadie and her colleague.

‘Bend over.’ He commands already breathless after they have arrived.

‘Eager, are you.’ She asks him with a laugh as she hikes up her black leather skirt and pushes her panties aside. ‘Didn't get any last night? Your wife was just spotted in London.’

‘No comment on that.’ He puts a rubber on his dick and pushes quickly into her ass. He plans to come there. Definitely no pregnancies possible this way. Their pants and moans melt into each other. His hips ride against her butt roughly. The only women he wants to get pregnant would be Penelope. She’s so kind, she would be a great mother for their children one day. Penelopes breasts are perfect. So full and big. And she’s so beautiful.

‘Yes, yeees – oh god. Colin!’ Sadie moans. He thrusts deeper and deeper until he comes inside of her ass thinking about his curvy redheaded plaything back at home.

‘Jesus, that was good.’ Sadie pulled her panties back up and her short skirt back down, while Colin shoved his limp cock back into his trousers, threw the condom into the bin and zipped up his trousers. Finally freed from his awkward position.

‘That was the last time today,’ he explains coolly. ‘Sure, honey.’ Sadie doesn't believe him, running her long fingernails over his chest, but he simply plans to bring Penelope to the set in the future. Who else would he need besides her? He obviously needs her here for the few days of filming he has left.

No one knows yet that his character will die at the end of this season. He'll have to come up with something about who Penelope even is. But he'll worry about that later.

Sadie styles his hair and shaves his beard with cold water, then applies his make-up and sends him to the costume trailer, where he will put on today's outfit.

„Bonjour, Colin!“, He is greeted joyfully by his co-star Justine Baldot. She is considered the most attractive actress in France. The yellow press has been speculating about an affair between the two for years, and although they have slept together several times, neither of them has ever shown much interest in a lasting affair.

‘Good morning, Justine,’ he greets her, looking in her direction for the first time. She is already in her costume: a brown, knee-length coat and, underneath, apparently a white dress of the same length. She is already wearing black sunglasses and a white scarf tied around her blonde curls in a style typical of the 1950s. ‘You're late. Another fight with Marina?’ his colleague asks him.

‘Nah,’ he replies before going into his dressing room to put on his costume. Today he is wearing grey suit trousers, a white shirt, blue tie, black slipover, a checked jacket and a light brown trench coat. His role is (now) a wealthy businessman who, as a young man, married a woman who did not love him and is now involved with his secretary instead. Of course, he is no stranger to his character's emotions.

When he arrives on set, everyone greets him cheerfully. He is always polite to everyone on set, no matter how important or unimportant their tasks may seem. Today's set is his office. Typical 1950s business executive decor with enough space for the secretary under the desk. Today they will shoot the final sex scene, in which his fictional secretary satisfies him under the desk. Everything has already been rehearsed; it is not the first scene of this kind for the two of them.

A few months ago, he and Tilly decided to focus more on theatre for the time being. But as soon as he has finished this series, he will mainly be on holiday until the beginning of next year, with only a few appearances at premieres, charity events and other occasions.

A few hours later, while the director and his staff are reviewing the footage, Colin is lying on the soft bed in his trailer, his trench coat and jacket thrown over a chair, his eyes closed.

He daydreams of long, curly red hair, porcelain skin and a curvy female figure nestling against him until he is awakened by a hand rubbing his cock through his trousers. His co-star is kneeling in front of him.

‚Bonjour, beau monsieur‘, Justine greets him grinning brightly. Too brightly.

‘Stop it.’ Colin slides away from her as she stands up in surprise. ‘Since when do you reject sex, Colin? And who is Penelope? Your wife isn't called that, that's for sure.’ She asks him amusedly, reapplying her red lipstick with the help of a small hand mirror.

‘None of your business,’ he replies angrily.

‘You moaned her name. Does your wife know about her?’ Justine continues to provoke him. He knows she gets nasty when she doesn’t get what she wants.

‘Does your husband know that you sleep with your co-stars and directors?’, he counters her attack.

‘He has his little affairs with his young models too.’ She responds with a shrug and taps furiously on her mobile phone.

‘We're done for today’, her voice rings out shortly afterwards. ‘Rick is happy with our last sex scene. Take care, Colin.’ With that, his long-time french co-star leaves the trailer. He only has a few more days of filming with Michael Stirling, who plays his fictional wife's lover.

Colin also gets changed again after receiving the director's message that he is not needed for the rest of the day. He sits back down in the limousine provided after devoting himself to his penis, which is half-erect from his dream about Penelope. The driver takes him straight to the gentlemen's club, where his mate Will and his brother Benedict are waiting for him.

‘Colin! You're still alive, brother,’ the latter greets him joyfully. The two brothers embrace each other for a moment. In recent years, Anthony, but especially Benedict, have made an effort to get back in touch with him. Today they are meeting to celebrate Colin's departure from his series, which no one else knows about yet. But the three men have plans that bring them together today.

‘Good to see you, lad', Will greets him too. Will and his wife Alice want to expand their gym franchise, and Colin and Benedict want to invest in it. Not only because the two are long-time loyal friends, but because the business idea is so great that Anthony would also like to invest in it in the future.

‘How's it going with your new wife, Benedict?’ Will asks his brother after they have settled down on one of the seating areas. The club was Will's first venture, but he has long since handed over the day-to-day running of the business to a manager.

After discussing all business and wife matters, Benedict and Will immediately excuse themselves to return to their loved ones.

At times, Colin is envious of them. They have found the woman who makes their lives more worthwhile. He firmly believes that another sibling will marry sooner rather than later. Anthony and his wife Kate already have three children, and his sister Daphne has four children with her husband, CEO Simon Basset. The more he thinks about it, the clearer it becomes to him that he should file for divorce from Marina in the next few months so that he still has a chance to meet someone who would marry him – ideally without being interested in his name or his money, but in him as a person.

As he sips his cocktail, one of the club's dancers approaches him. With long, brown hair and wearing a forest green lace bodysuit, she slinks over to his lap. He doesn't really pay any attention to her until she starts to press herself against his lap. He lets it happen until she starts to unbutton his white shirt. That's when he pushes her away, gets up, pays and leaves. He didn’t get aroused by her body without ass and tits. Just nothing down there.

As he waits at the exit of the gentlemen's club for the valet to bring him his car, which he left in the underground car park a few days ago when he met Anthony here, he thinks of Penelope waiting for him at home. Why did he stay after Will and Ben left? He has someone to come home to. Penelope.

When the valet finally arrives in his car, he thanks the young man and drives off in his sports car to his house. He hurries, as he had promised Penelope that he would start her training tonight.

As he runs up the stairs to her room some minutes later, taking two steps at a time, he suddenly encounters Marina, who is standing in the hallway in front of him with a broad grin on her face. She is peering through a crack in the door into Penelope's room. She hasn't noticed him yet, so he quietly approaches, curious to see what has caught her interest.

‘I bought our plaything a sex mount.’ Marina turns to him with a grin and her arms crossed. ‘Look at her.’ She points her chin towards the room with the slightly open door.

‘What are you doing here?’ he whispers angry towards Marina after seeing Penelope riding the sex mount through the crack in the door. He hears the vibrator humming quietly, which Marina has apparently exchanged for the dildo that was originally installed there.

‘Training our plaything,’ Marina replies with a cool grin, without taking her eyes off her younger stepcousin.

‘Marina.’ Colin breathes faster, aroused by the sight of Penelope. She is completely naked and does not notice the couple watching her through the crack in the door. ‘We agreed that she belongs to me until she loses her virginity.’

‘And when will that be?’ she asks him, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘I don’t want to wait for long to finally fuck her.’

‘A few days, I want to get her ready,’ Colin explains without taking his eyes off Penelope riding back and forth.

‘See you around, husband.’ With that, Marina leaves the house again, presumably grinning broadly at the fact that her husband no longer demands anything from her, but only has eyes for the younger woman in her room. Supposedly, she has achieved her own goal: marriage saved, plus more threesomes with a younger woman.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he slowly opened the door, revealing a gracious vision. Penelope had her back to the entrance of the room, her red curls fall loosely down her back, riding the mount, already lost in a world of bliss. Her moans were audible as she tried to get herself off with the vibrator.

On the way from the door to the bed, he loses himself in a trance, never taking his eyes off her, removing his suit trousers and shirt. Now sitting directly behind her in just his underwear, his hands immediately support her hip movements. Penelope leans back against his muscular torso, without further acknowledging his presence behind her. Her own hands play with her breasts. He licks his lips at the newfound knowledge that Penelope obviously likes this. She is right here. While he supports her hip movements with his hips and hands, he remembers the text she was supposed to hand him. He will read it another time.

And in the next moment, he notices which room of his house they are in. The one with the mirrored wall directly in front of him. He observes that one of Penelope's hands has already moved from her breasts to her pussy. Two of her fingers are moving in and out of her wet cunt, her thumb circling and rubbing her sensitive clit. Anyone could tell she's really close to cumming. Her whimpering didn't lie, and she was getting more desperate, needy as her orgasm approached with every passing second.

‘Penelope, come for me.’ He whispers directly into her ear. Seconds later Penelope cries out loudly. Her mouth wide open, head thrown back onto his broad shoulder, as he can view in the mirror. Riding out the waves of pleasure. Then her body crashes into his. Exhausted from her orgasm, Penelope collapses into his arms, and he uses his hips to lift her up so he can pull the mount out from under them. He then gently lays Penelope down on her bed.

“You good, honey?” He asks her gently.

‘How long...’ She doesn't have quite enough air for more words yet. She glances at him. Colin chuckles. She's the cutest woman he's ever had. But he hasn't had her yet.

‘How long was I right behind you? Only towards the end.’ He kisses her forehead almost lovingly. ‘You were so hot, sweetheart. Marina and I both thought so watching you.’ He lies down next to her naked body and kisses her collarbone gently.

‘I am sorry, Mr. Bridgerton.’ She suddenly says eyes wide open.

‘Why would you be sorry, Penelope?’, He replies softly, whispering, his left hand moving up and down her body, barely touching her.

‘I wasn’t supposed to... but Marina...’ she stammered, searching for his eyes.

‘That was incredibly arousing to watch, Penelope. But you’re right. Your day isn’t over yet.’ He slid closer to her, watching her face closely. ‘What’s our safeword again?’

‘Red.’ She breathes. ‘Good girl’, he assures her.

His strong, large hand gripping her hips, pulling her down on her bed. He knees in front of the bed, spreading her legs open and then wrapping them around his head. His fingers start to trace up and down her thighs while his mouth starts to work on her clit, licking and sucking. Loud moans falling from her mouth again, almost screaming from the action at her sensitive cunny. The sounds leaving her mouth are making him harder. He’s licking her carefully. He inserts one of his fingers cautiously into her, she starts moaning louder, grinding her pussy against his nose.

He looks up between her legs to reassure himself that she is okay with this. Her gaze meets his. With an eager nod, she indicates that she is.

‘I want everything with you. But it will have to be sexual, because I think it’s my favourite thing to do with you.’ He silently adds ‘for now’.

She didn’t have a chance to look down at him before his face was back between her legs eliciting noises from her, she’d surely never made before. All she could see were his dark eyes watching her as his tongue and fingers fucked her pussy.

Her glistening pussy was all he ever needed, so he buried himself into her scent and taste. She writhed underneath him, whimpering. She certainly had never known such pleasure before. He quickly found his rhythm, thumb drawing circles around her clit and now two fingers moving up and down inside her.

‘Come for me Penelope, come again for daddy.’ He calls breathlessly. Her moans getting louder and louder the longer he talks sweet to her. When he felt her pussy squeeze down hard on his fingers, he quickly pulled them out when she orgasmed.

Once they regain their breaths, he settles her back on the bed and kisses her, sweet like the gentleman he is. He watches Penelope drift off into the land of dreams. The smile on her lips indicates to him that it was as satisfying for her as it was for him.

After initially remaining seated on the edge of the bed, Colin now stands up. He looks around the room and picks up first his clothes, then hers. While he slips back into his trousers and slips his shirt over his shoulders, he tosses her clothes into the laundry bag in the bathroom. Then he heads to his bedroom, where Tilly was supposed to drop off his orders – except for the clothes, which she was supposed to hand directly to Penelope. He first glances at the box of sex toys – and shoves it straight into his wardrobe. The box with the lingerie for Penelope, on the other hand, he spreads out in one of the empty drawers. Colin pushes the silk and lace underwear further back for now and first devotes himself to selecting a negligee. He has bought several for her to choose from. He plans to leave them for her little by little, as small gifts.

In the end, he decides on two silk nightgowns, one white and one dusky pink. When he returns to her room a little later, he first checks to see if she is still asleep. Then he turns away to place the two gowns on her bedside table. He also adds a deluxe edition of Pride and Prejudice, which used to be her favourite book, as she once told him shortly before she left to go to university.

Suddenly, Penelope begins to move in bed. Colin turns around and sits up on the edge of the bed. He pulls the covers back over her and gently strokes her cheek as her tired eyes suddenly open. He smiles at her, and she smiles right back at him.

‘You liked that, didn’t you, sweetheart? Us watching, me licking your sweet virgin pussy?’, he asks her sweetly.

‘You can kiss me, you know’, she retorts, as his thumb slides over the edge of her lips. Colin leans down, gently brushes a lock of hair from her face and kisses her full lips almost lovingly.

After the kiss, he gently rests his forehead against hers and smiles at her again.

‘Sleep well, love,’ he whispers to her.

After one last kiss on her cheek, she closes her eyes again and he goes back to his own bedroom. He changes into his own black silk pyjamas and lies down in his bed. His thoughts wander back to Penelope, but also to the other women, to Sadie and Justine. He is almost ashamed of his actions that morning. Sure, it wasn't the first time he'd had a quickie with Sadie or Justine, but since he'd met Penelope, it was the first time. And he'd fucked Sadie because he was hard from thinking about his Penelope, not because of Sadie. He can't let that happen again, letting his needs guide him. He now has someone to take care of his pleasure. No woman turns him on more than Penelope. Even if he can't fully enjoy her yet, satisfying her also satisfies him. But it's not just their sexual encounters that satisfy and attract him. Every conversation with her, every one of her beautiful smiles directed at him, they make him feel warm inside. With these fond thoughts of Penelope, Colin falls asleep.

Chapter Text

The next morning, Colin is sitting at the breakfast table as usual. Dunwoody is already on his way to Benedict and Sophie's, where a small gathering is to take place this evening. Colin is invited, of course, but his wife is explicitly not.

When Marina first met Sophie, she made it abundantly clear to the former maid who was the more important spouse. Marina nicknamed Sophie The Maid, sounding as if she did not regard Sophie as her brother-in-law's wife, but merely as his pitiful plaything, who had married him purely for his fortune. A projection on Marina's part. Naturally, this did not result in his family taking a greater liking to his wife. If he is completely honest, he understands why. He was ashamed of her behaviour at the time – until she complained to him that everyone was treating her badly. He fell for it. Again. And again. And again. Drifting more and more apart from his family.

Perhaps he could consider bringing Penelope along this evening? Those present would certainly not question him if he suddenly brought another woman with him, and none of his other siblings will be there. As far as he knows, only his agent/Benedict's ex Tilly with her partner, opera singer Paul Suarez, designer Genevieve Delacroix, Will Mondrich with his wife, publisher Alice Mondrich, Henry Granville with his wife, and his buddy Michael Stirling will be present. To be on the safe side, he decides to ask Benedict beforehand who will be there and whether he could bring someone along.

He pulls his mobile phone out of his trouser pocket and selects Benedict's contact.

‘Hey, Ben!’

‘Colin! What do I owe this honour?’ his brother exclaims down the phone.

‘You’re not backing out again, are you? Come on, you need to get out!’

‘Are any of our other siblings attending your party tonight?’ he asks first.

‘No, it’s Bridgerton-free zone – well, except for the two of us troublemakers.'

‘Can I – would it be okay if I brought someone along?’ he asks his older brother uncertainly.

‘Marina is not welcome.’ Benedict, who had been in a good mood just a moment ago, suddenly sounds cold.

‘No, Ben, you know my plans. I’d like to bring my girlfriend along.’ He suddenly feels uncertain. Benedict wouldn’t believe that Penelope is only his social media manager.

‘A girlfriend? Colin – are you having an affair that was permitted to stay for more than one night?’ He can hear Benedict’s grin through the phone.

‘Can I bring her or not?’ he asks impatiently, without further explanation.

‘Sure! Everyone except Marina is welcome. As you know, Sophie and I always enjoy the company of another beautiful women with us! Ah, there she is. We have to go. See you later, brother!’ Benedict shouts into the phone before hanging up, before Colin has a chance to say anything else.

He smiles. He likes Benedict's parties, but being there alone has never ended well so far. As he continues reading his newspaper, he can already hear Penelope coming down the stairs. He folds his newspaper with a smile at the thought of not having to eat breakfast alone for the next few days, even before she has entered the kitchen.

‘Good morning, sweetheart,’ he greets her as soon as she walks in and heads straight for her spot at the table.

Her spot.

Her spot next to him.

Unfortunately, she’s already fully dressed and didn’t come down in a kimono over one of her new silk nightgowns. Instead, she is wearing light-coloured jeans that really emphasise her backside and a plain white T-shirt, brown Hermes sandals (Tilly has bought a few things, including this outfit obviously) and an old brown bag, which apparently contains her old laptop and other things.

The bag looks rather well-used. He should buy her a new one.

And a new notebook, too.

Her red curls are tied up in a high ponytail and she wears light make-up, her skin not needing any. She is perfect. No jewellery, as he immediately notices. He'll have to work on that too when she decides to stay.

‘Good morning, Mr. Bridgerton. Any plans for today?’ she asks him with a shy smile.

Is he the only one who feels that after the last two days with her, they are closer than he has ever been with anyone else in his life? He is absolute delusional to think that she might stay longer than the agreed time. She's only there so you can claim her virginity, you simpleton. Fuck her for some days with Marina and then she’ll be gone. He barely visibly shakes his head. She won’t stay after that.

‘Actually, yes.’ Back to her question. He looks directly at her. ‘If you're up for it, you can come with me to the set today. Of course, we can't tell anyone why you're really accompanying me.’ Her face lights up with excitement.

‘Of course!’ she replies with a broad grin. ‘I love the show! Michael Stirling is so handsome!'

‘And what do you think of the other actors?’ he cannot help but ask her. Michael Stirling is handsome? She is meant to find him desirable!

‘Justine Baldot seems very pretentious, but maybe you just have to act that way...’, Penelope wonders. ‘Colin Bridgerton, however – sexiest actor ever, and I don’t just appreciate his physical appearance!’ She continues, giving him an even broader smirk.

Maybe there is a glimmer of hope that she will stay after all. That's why he's still waiting, wanting to get to know her body and show her what her body is capable of.

‘And what else?’ He is sitting up on the chair next to hers, his right hand resting on the back of the chair, while his left hand pulls her closer to him by her thigh.

‘He's so kind.' She says.

Huh? He hadn't expected that.

‘He's always so polite to everyone, all his co-stars and directors enjoyed working with him. Every fan who has met him on the street has only positive things to say about him. He puts so much thought and effort into each of his roles, he's so considered. And he's a feminist, always respectful towards women and aware of the power structures of men over women.’ Penelope suddenly glances at him uncertainly and whispers. ‘And he pleasures me using only his fingers, provides me with exquisite books that I cherish and that he is familiar with because he truly listens.’

Colin has never felt so understood by anyone before. He struggles to hold back tears. She is the most precious girl. And she’s with him because his wife (remember her? Marina) bought her virginity from her mother. And Penelope is seemingly okay with him playing with her, fucking her in the future.

He clears his throat.

‘We'll tell everyone on set that you're in charge of my social media. While I'm filming, you'll get my phone and take some photos that I can post later during the promotional phase for the season,’ he explains to her, returning to his seat and starting to eat his yoghurt.

‘And what if a... girlfriend of yours... texts you?’, she asks him with her big blue eyes.

‘None of the women I've ever slept with know my private phone number. Only Tilly, my family, Michael and you are on my phone; not even Marina can reach me on my private number. I've never had any relationships that lasted longer than one night in the past.’ He stubbornly avoids looking at her and eats everything he can find nearby.

‘Oh.’ He notices her quiet reaction regardless. She sounds disappointed. But Colin immediately brushes that thought away. For a few minutes they both eat their own breakfast without saying another word, he his black coffee, yoghurt and muesli, she a tea, fruit juice and yoghurt with various berries.

‘Tonight, we're attending a party at my brother Benedict's house. We will be able to be there openly - everyone present tonight can keep it quiet.’ He explains to her before getting up to get ready to leave. ‘We’ll leave in 15 minutes, all right?’

‘Is... is okay what I'm wearing?’ she asks him.

Colin gazes up and down her body. Her ass really shows off well in these jeans. Tilly definitely knows what she's doing.

‘Course. If you're also comfortable?’ he forces himself to smile.

'I love these jeans! I don't think I've ever had a pair of jeans that fit so well." She turns in front of him, her hands slowly smoothing over her well-formed backside.

‘Yeah, nice ass, sweetheart.’ He remarks before going into his office to fetch his text. ‘Tilly will get you a fancy dress for tonight.’ She nods and bites her lower lip, as if forcing herself not to contradict him. But he wants to know her opinion on everything!

~ * ~

A few minutes later, they are seated together in his own chauffeur-driven car. Unlike Dunwoody, he has not introduced John to Penelope. It's better if the driver doesn't have a clue about Penelope's role in his life. She is already inside the car when he gets in. It's better if he thinks she's his new employee.

Glancing over at her, he realizes that she is reading the book he gifted her. After a hidden smile at the fact that he has given her the perfect gift, he begins to learn his lines for today, but there is actually only one scene today: the scene in which his character is going to die.

After he informed the show's producers of his decision last year, they initially tried to convince him to continue, but after he assured Charlotte that he didn't want to drop out in order to play outside of her streaming company Royalwatch in the future, she agreed. She even offered him new roles for mainly historical short series and feature films. He promised her he would think about them. He was relieved that Charlotte could understand his reasons in the end. Apart from her, only Tilly, Benedict and Anthony know about this, although he assumes that Anthony is likely to have spoken to his wife (the family lawyer, after all). Absent-mindedly, his hand at some point moves to Penelope's leg, his fingers dancing over her thigh. It calms him, she comforts him. He's nervous about the shoot today.

~ * ~

When they arrived on set, he introduced Penelope to everyone as Tilly's new assistant in charge of his social media. Tilly happily agreed after letting Penelope take a few test photos (“Penelope! You have a great sense of perspective!”). He observed that everyone was very welcoming to her, and she was equally friendly to everyone else. She had an animated conversation with Sita Malhotra, who wrote the script for this episode. Later, Sita told him that his social media person is most welcome on the set. He was also told the same by the catering people, the elderly woman in whose mansion they were filming today and finally the director himself, who was very interested in the photos she had taken, bit of a control freak that one, but he liked them and was quite happy about Colin posting them when the new season is going to air.

When the scene in which his character Matthew will die was to be shot, everyone was removed from the set. Only he and Michael Stirling, the director, Sita and the camera and lighting crew are supposed to know the end of the series. But until the scene is to be shot, everyone has been sent to their trailers or sent home for the day altogether.

And so, Colin is already lying on his bed in his costume, keeping an eye on Penelope outside. She is sitting with her legs curled up on the trunk of one of the old trees with a book in her lap. If he were as gifted a painter as Benedict, this would make the perfect subject for an impressionist oil painting. He smiles to himself, getting hard watching her and doesn't notice that he has a visitor in his trailer.

Sadie.

Just as she pulls her dress over her head, Colin notices her and immediately jumps up. He looks at her with furious eyes and hisses energetically: “Sadie, I told you I'm not interested in you.”

‘Oh, please Colin, you really want that chubby young girl out there, don't you? Are you sure she's different from Marina and all the other women wanting to get you for your sexy ass, your name and your money? Look at her. Bet you bought her the designer jeans and the Hermes sandals? I just want to fuck you. I am not like them, you know?’. She actually has the audacity to laugh at his Penelope.

‘You know why Penelope is actually a much better person than the two of us?’ he asks her challengingly, while Sadie just looks at him more provocatively. His hard-on long gone.

‘She's a really caring, kind and compassionate person at heart.’

Sadie laughs harshly. ‘You want to fuck the chick. Or did you already have her? Does your wife know about her?’

‘Get lost.’ An energetic voice suddenly appears.

It’s Charlotte.

Sadie immediately rushes out of Colin's trailer, alarmed, getting back into her skirt. But not without saying a few words to Penelope, who just stares at her in confusion.

‘Get a grip on your life, don't fuck around meaninglessly. Finally divorce Marina, kid. Maybe the young woman out there is the perfect match for you - everyone raves about her on set, you know. But you'd better be quick, at least Michael fancies her too.’

Charlotte also leaves with a smug grin. She hates it when people talk patronizingly about others. Especially when she takes a liking to people. And she has obviously taken a liking to Penelope. He likes that.

A few minutes later, Penelope enters the trailer. Colin is still standing rooted to the spot by the window.

‘I am so sorry,’ her voice rings out softly.

He immediately spins in her direction. Why is she apologizing?

‘Penelope are you okay?’ he asks her, resting his hands on her shoulders as he tilts his head to look directly into her eyes.

‘Mm-hm.’ She tries to nod, but he can see the tears in her eyes. Without hesitation, he wraps her tightly in his arms, her head immediately settling against his chest. He lets her calm down for a few minutes before he lovingly presses a kiss to the top of her head. He detaches himself from her and sits down on his bed. He reaches for her small hands and looks at her again.

‘She said you'd dump me sooner or later like all the others.’ He immediately gets angry. And it makes no sense at all, most people actually think she's his social media employee, even Charlotte and the director.

‘Who?’ he demands the names from her, but Penelope - the sweet soul - just shakes her head. She even wants to protect those who insult her.

‘Sadie?’ he asks her, already guessing the answer.

Penelope nods.

‘And Justine Baldot,’ she bursts out. He takes her in his arms again, hoists her onto his lap and kisses her forehead again lovingly as if it were the most natural thing in the whole universe. They don’t know. Nobody knows about them.

‘You're not like them, love. They're simply jealous that I keep wanting you in my life and not them,’ he gently reminds her. He caresses her head.

‘You... you want me in your life?’ she hiccups, wiping her tears away with her palms.

‘Of course, sweetheart. To be honest, I hope you'll stay with me for a very long while.’ He pauses to take a breath. He can't tell her that he will divorce Marina at some point in his life. The risk of her finding out before he has managed to keep his inheritance, the fortune he has made and his other possessions safe from her is too high. And the investigator is still working on all the evidence that Marina is having numerous affairs, because in this case she will actually receive nothing from Colin in the event of a divorce. And he doesn't want to give her anything, not a single penny. And to be completely honest: he desires having threesomes with his wife and Penelope more than anything in the world. They did that during the last years a lot and that’s when he and Marina were actually happy. He wants to be happy again. Maybe he won’t divorce Marina this year after all…

‘And Marina is fine with this?’, she quizzes him.

‘As you may have noticed, Marina isn't really present in this marriage anymore.’ He tucks her hair behind her ears. ‘But I don't intend to lie to you. Marina and I continue having sex, occasionally with other ladies she brings along. We fuck them together.’ Just as he starts kissing down her neck, forgetting himself and his guardedness, there is a loud knock at the door. Penelope, startled, immediately jumps up from his lap.

‘Colin, the shooting continues. Julia will be doing your make-up from now on,’ he overhears Charlotte's voice from outside.

‘Coming right away!’ he replies.

‘Sweetheart, here's your credit card. You can use it to order whatever you want. Pretty dresses, heels, purses. Anything you want - maybe even nice lingerie for my plaything.’ He winks at her. ‘There's no limit - perhaps don't order a car.’ He laughs lightly.

‘What about some books?’ she asks him shyly.

‘Sweetheart, I will buy you whatever you ask. I want you to tell me everything you need. I can’t deny you anything, love.’ He leaves the trailer with a kiss straight on her lips and only notices a moment later just how natural this kiss felt again.

~ * ~

Still thinking about just how perfect Penelope actually is, Charlotte wordlessly greets him with a raised eyebrow. Perhaps she does see through the charade and has long since realized that Penelope is not actually his new social media manager.

‘You're right, Charlotte.’ He responds to her silent question as to whether he has understood what she told him earlier. She nods briefly in reply before heading towards the director.

‘Mr. Bridgerton! Long time no see, mate!’ Michael calls loudly out to him.

His best friend - and practically a family member? Colin's sister Francesca is married to his cousin Michaela. Through several sperm donations, he helped the two women to have their three children. Afterwards he had himself sterilized when Francesca and Michaela told him they were content with the number of their children. Pleased that they had Bridgerton as well as Stirling DNA - and Michael pleased that his cousin had produced heirs. After all, he definitely has no plans to do so.

As a young man, Colin always aspired to be like Michael, who was two years older: successful, attractive, unattached.

But then he met Marina at a fashion show, they partied together in New York and ended up having sex in her New York loft. Then they met again at a party on the outskirts of Wimbledon - where they ended up back in bed (or rather in his car). After that, he let her wrap him around her finger, fulfilling her every wish. He supported her at every turn. And when she went public with their relationship via a magazine cover, his family was disappointed in him. In the interview, Marina talked about getting married, having children and quitting her career to support her younger boyfriend. But she told his mother and family the exact opposite. And Colin, young as he still was at the time, saw no problem with that. He still felt too young to have children anyway, she too pretty to end her career at the time.

Shortly after the wedding, she made increasingly rare appearances at his side and in their shared loft in London. She had initially accompanied him to every one of his film premieres, attended all his theatre performances and insisted on going on dates in public. Always photographed by paparazzi, who had no doubt summoned by her there. The magazines and the internet were full of them. People talked about Colin Bridgerton - and he enjoyed it. It made him feel special to be associated with such an attractive, famous woman. She worked a lot and all over the world - or so she told him. It was only much later that he realized that she was bedding other celebrities, photographers or her former manager. Later, there were billionaires who took a beautiful woman to bed. They gave Marina expensive gifts, which she wore more and more often in his presence. He noticed this. But he said nothing. He didn't want to be a failure, didn't want to have practically broken off contact with his family for no good reason.

The night he discovered Marina's cheating in their shared bed, Colin went straight to Michael. He advised him either to separate straight away or to come to an understandable agreement. He called Anthony then. Sobbing. His older brother advised him to file for divorce and even promised to help him.

In the end, Marina managed to persuade him once again before the sun arose. They told the public that they were supposedly having an open marriage. Anthony was shocked and certainly disappointed in him once again, but he made an effort to keep in touch with him after that night - as did Benedict. Until then, he had only kept in some sort of regular contact with Daphne and occasionally received word from Francesca and Eloise (he had mainly heard from his former fellow student and close friend Philip Crane about his sister).

Ever since that night, he imitated his role model Michael. He shagged every woman who approached him. Occasionally together with Michael when the opportunity presented itself. Had threesomes with Marina or his friend the Contessa and younger women. But then Marina brought Penelope to his house, and he ignored Michael's and Contessa’s text messages.

‘Mate? Earth to Colin!’ Colin is startled out of his thoughts and glances in the direction Michael's voice came from.

‘Ready for me to kill you?’ he asks him with a laugh.

From behind them, they hear a sudden gasp and spin round. Penelope is standing behind them, looking startled, her hand slapped over her mouth. Colin chuckles.

‘Michael, may I introduce you to Penelope?’ Colin pushes the young woman in Michael's direction using his hand on her back.

‘Ah,’ he says, ‘I've certainly heard about you today.’ The prick grins broadly at the younger woman. Colin grunts at this, while Michael laughs in response.

‘He doesn't like to share what he likes to play with,’ Michael explains to her with a wink, while Penelope looks uncertainly back and forth between the two well-known actors.

‘Matthew's dying?’ she asks, turning to Colin, completely ignoring Michael. Ha! Take that, you heartthrob!

‘Yes, I'm getting out at the end of this season.’ He tells her confidently.

‘Oh.’ She looks at Michael, ‘Then William finally has a clear path!’

Michael laughs out loud. ‘Damn right, sweetie.’

‘Michael! Colin! We're ready to start, Ms. Penelope, you can join me!’ shouts Charlotte's loud voice. They must have overheard the director Rick a few times already, he's just speaking too quietly to keep control of everyone himself. Good thing Charlotte is the opposite.

A few seconds later, while he and Michael are already standing in the designated place, he watches Penelope walking over to Charlotte. The older woman is intimidating, but smiles broadly at Penelope, who responds with an equally warm smile. He will have to ask her later what she did to make his most important boss like her. He knows that Charlotte detests Marina. Always had. She warned him about her. But he never listened to anyone with concerns over his relationships. Charlotte, in turn, is friends with Agatha Danbury, who is friends with his mother. Danbury is one of Britain's most important publishers, so maybe Charlotte can put in a good word for Pen one day. He absolutely must read her manuscript, which still lies neatly on his dark mahogany desk with a fancy pink paper clip. Perhaps Charlotte oder Agatha have a suitable job for her? He needs to ask them later.

~ * ~

A few hours later, the filming is finished. Colin bids farewell to Michael and gets into his car, where Penelope is already waiting for him. When he unlocks the door, she is reading the last pages of the book he had given her the day before. He smiles at the realization that she has already finished the book.

‘I hope you've stocked up on a few new books?’ he asks her as he fastens his seatbelt.

Penelope loudly snaps her book shut and grins broadly at him. ‘Yes!’ then she reddens, ‘I've ordered quite a few books.’ She looks at him self-consciously. She is adorable. Does she really think a few hundred books would reduce his wealth substantially?

‘Penelope, I told you that you can buy whatever you want,’ he takes her hand. ‘How many books exactly?’

‘Onehundredandtwelve’, she replies far too quickly for him to comprehend it exactly.

‘It's just that. Your library is just far too empty. Sure, the classics are there. However, some of the more contemporary classics are missing, which you simply must own.’ She explains this with great seriousness. She bought books for him? Aw, she is sweet.

‘Okay, sure. Have you ordered anything other than books? A few more outfits that you’, he lets his gaze wander slowly down her body, ‘or I might enjoy?’

She looks at him and then whispers: ‘I've ordered a few dresses, nothing expensive tough. Just cuts that I prefer. Two pairs of sneakers, sportswear and some lingerie.’ She is blushing.

‘You could always order expensive gifts, sweetheart.’ He kisses her palm lovingly.

‘Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton’, she stares directly into his eyes and his cock twitches at her innocent expression. ‘Maybe I'll just order you the lingerie I like on you myself.’

‘Come over here, Penelope.’ She scoots into the center of the car. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and tugs her closer to him. ‘You can buy as many books as you want.’ He kisses the top of her head, followed by her cheek and eventually the side of her mouth before placing his hand over her cheek and gently drawing her face closer to kiss her.

While still kissing, he moves her onto his lap. His kisses move along her body, his fingers on her breasts. He shifts her easily, settling her into his lap, her back pressed against his hard chest. She may feel how hard he is for her. Nearly impossible to ignore, but he does. Instead he undoes her jeans with one hand and slides one of his hands into her knickers. She moans deeply when his fingers reach her wet thong.

'So gorgeous, so sweet.' He whispers directly into her ear.

At some point, his driver lets the partition wall go up in a discreet manner. But Colin doesn't care, Penelope is not the first woman he has taken in his car while a driver is in the car.

He clears away the pieces of cloth, his first finger entering her virgin cunt once again. ‘I've been thinking about you like this all day, Sweetheart.’

Penelope doesn't seem to have the strength to say anything back, just focusing on his fingers, which are now engulfed in her already dripping pussy. He demands her lips for a kiss as he uses his fingers inside her.

In and out.

In and out

Her breathing gets increasingly heavier until she finally comes with a little sigh, moaning in his strong arms. Yet Colin doesn't stop, on the contrary, encouraged by her first orgasm.

‘Come again for Daddy,’ he whispers. Meanwhile, she is moaning harder than ever before. ‘Do you like me calling myself your daddy?’

‘Yea-a-a-h’, she moans. His fingers keep drifting in and out of her. She is taking his two fingers like a goddess, like his good girl. His plaything.

Then she cums the second time in his lap. She slumps completely worn out in his arms and Colin yanks back her panties and zips up her jeans. He embraces her tightly from behind and lets her head rest against his chest.

She remains in his arms for a few minutes before she begins to slide from his lap back to the centre seat.

‘Mr Bridgerton, you're still hard.’ She comments, her eyes wide open. ‘I could...’

‘It’s fine. Maybe later tonight, sweetheart.’ He shortly answers her. ‘I’ll take care of this later at home.’

~ * ~

'Mr Bridgerton?' her voice returns after a few minutes just breathing. Her head resting on his broad shoulder, slightly curled into him.

'You want to know why I'm leaving the show?' he asks her calmly, gently stroking her left leg with his fingers up and down.

‘You don't have to share it. I'm just nosy.’ She apologises ahead. But that's pointless. Colin squeezes Penelope tighter into his arms, just holding her.

‘I'm quitting because I want to do something else. I love the series, the role and everything that's resulted from it. But I've been tired for a while now. Fed up with my life. Not just career-wise, but also on a personal level. I don't want any more flings, no more pointless one-night stands. I want to be happy again. That's why I agreed to accept you as a surprise gift by my wife. I don’t want to fail. Actually, Tilly and I had planned for me to go back to the theatre. A job for a few months and still be able to sleep at home and be around my family again. Charlotte has already offered several film roles to me, especially for historical movies. But they are all for next year or even the year after. Over the summer, I'll be just holidaying here and there, some shootings and little roles. Scotland, definitely with Michael next month. His cousin is married to one of my sisters. They would love you.’

Colin smiles slightly at this. His whole family would embrace Penelope infinitely more than they ever did Marina. He has a few holiday destinations for the summer. He plans to finally visit Daphne, Francesca and Eloise this year.

'Penelope, where would you most like to go?' he asks her. He's going to take her everywhere anyway. To Scotland, to Franny, to El, maybe to Daph. He wanted to travel to Mykonos, Paris is also firmly planned. He owns a house in Ireland, his old flat in New York and his siblings own houses or flats all over Europe. His friends own large estates in sunnier climates with a great deal of privacy. They could go everywhere.

Still resting against him, Penelope breathes deeply. ‘I've always wanted to go to Scotland. Paris is also on my wish list, I'd love to visit the Louvre and just stroll through bookshops.’ He smiles more broadly. Why does everything she would like sound so perfect? Strolling through the Parisian streets, eating French food and her at night.

‘Okay, we'll work it out. My pal Philip Crane actually owns a house in France, I'm sure we could stay there for a few days. And Michael and I also own a boutique hotel in Scotland.’ He calmly continues. He places the side of his head against hers.

'Prof Crane?' asks Penelope, abruptly lifting her head from his shoulder.

'You know Philip?' he questions her. But of course, the next moment it dawns on him. She studied literature. At Oxford. Philip and Eloise are professors at the university.

'I know his colleague Prof Eloise Bridg...' Penelope suddenly pauses mid-sentence, her eyes widening. Colin has to suppress a loud laugh. Of course, his brilliant sister Eloise would know Penelope already.

'You have met my younger sister Eloise Bridgerton?' he asks her in some surprise. Penelope then nods uncertainly. "She's the professor whose lecture I'm still attending. I never thought about her being related to you until just now."

'When is your next one?' he asks her. He could pick her up there. He has a lot of free time in the near future... And then maybe he could have lunch with Philip and Eloise. How would Eloise react to the fact that the sweet young student is his mistress?

~ * ~

They spend the whole drive back chatting about the books she has bought and the various roles Charlotte has offered him in movies. Penelope is thrilled by some of the projects, including the idea of him playing Mr Darcy in a new film adaptation of her all-time favourite book. But Colin admits to being reluctant. He prefers the more earnest historical movies. But she argues that many women would love him as Mr Darcy. He objects that he would like to be taken more seriously as an actor. But he thanked her for her input and promised to reconsider whether he should turn down playing Mr Darcy.

~ * ~

A little later, they are back at Colin's house. He drags Penelope by her hand into his bedroom. There are already hanging three dresses on a rack as well as a note from Tilly:

Three dresses from Genevieve for Penelope. She insists on keeping them all after tonight.

Penelope is instantly smitten by all three dresses. Each one more magnificent than the last. Colin watches her from his bed, running his cock slightly up and down over his trousers.

Penelope carefully caresses the first dress. It looks as if it had been made from the feathers of an angel. Hundreds of creamy white feathers are layered on top of each other. Her fingers run gently over it, her gaze almost reverent. Then her gaze wanders to the second dress. It sparkles like the morning glow on a flower meadow or her eyes whenever she talks about books or is coming for him. It is made of thousands of pearl-coloured sequins. It has a low waist and a V-shaped neckline, while the shoulders seem slightly upholstered. He notices how her breathing falters as she holds it up to herself in front of the mirror. Then her small hands wander to the third dress. Genevieve Delacroix has created a true work of art in glimmering organza. The colours alternate between milky white, a delicate pink and a hint of apricot. The voluminous folds look like freshly blossomed petals. A dream made of silk.

He smiles softly as he realises that she has opted for the second dress, where her hands and gaze have now drifted back to as he is standing behind her. His hands placed on her waist.

‘They're gorgeous, Mr Bridgerton.’ Penelope whispers.

'Just as gorgeous as you are,’ he murmurs back, his mouth right by her ear.

‘We've got two hours, why don't you run yourself a bath and unwind a little? It's going to be a long night, sweetheart. You can get here later to put the dress on, then I 'll help you get dressed - and undress you tonight again.’ He kisses her neck before he struggles to detach himself from her and finally ends his current situation in the bathroom. Soon. Soon he will be fucking her. But not today. Today he will first show her how to give him a blowjob. He isn’t a good man.

When Colin emerges from the bathroom over an hour later after a very long cold shower, Penelope is already waiting for him. She is dressed in another of the long silk robes he has had placed in her room earlier today. His mouth is hanging open as she lounges in his bed. Is she trying to tempt him?

‘Penelope, you naughty girl. We have to go somewhere,’ he announces with a lecture-like undertone. But Penelope just bites her lower lip and looks him straight in the eye from below.

‘No.’ He commands her. ‘Get dressed.’

Penelope slowly rises, takes the hanger with the second dress and heads for his bathroom. She disappears into it, but not before allowing the bathrobe to slide over her naked shoulders onto the floor. She is wearing the sheer lace underwear underneath, apparently having ordered it herself. Fuck. She wants this. She wants him to want her. She is ready. He needs to fuck her.

Several minutes later, he overhears the door handle of his dressing room again, where Penelope has been getting dressed, being pushed down and instantly turns round. He is closing the last buttonhole of his shirt cuff. When he catches sight of Penelope, he suddenly stops. He is utterly speechless. His gaze scans her figure over and over again as he remains rooted to the spot in front of the mirror with his mouth agape. Muffled, he hears the soft clicking of her heels on his parquet floor.

As she appears directly in front of him, he nearly momentarily forgets to breathe.

She is wearing the short, sparkling dress that catches the light in a thousand facets. The fabric moulded to her body like liquid moonlight, studded with glittering sequins that lit up like stars with every movement. The deep V-neckline and structured shoulders and waistline, which flowed into a voluminous skirt, flattered her curvy body und her huge tits perfectly.

Her red hair is elegantly pinned up, her lips are slightly glossy and long, diamond-studded earrings frame her face like delicate curtains of light. The glittering choker around her neck is the perfect finishing touch - cool, confident, breathtaking. Tilly must also have prepared some jewellery for tonight.

'Wow...' he says softly, in awe. 'You are absolutely perfect, sweetheart.’

She is smiling gently, her eyes sparkling in sync with the dress. 'I'm not that perfect, Mr Bridgerton.’

But Colin doesn't want to hear this, these lingering doubts that Marina and Portia have been fuelling in her. He reaches for her hands and kisses them gently. "You're perfect just the way you are, Penelope. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Show everyone the real you tonight."

A tear escapes Penelope's eye, which Colin immediately wipes away. ‘No tears tonight, sweetheart.’

~ * ~

When they arrive at Benedict's house, the first thing Colin notices is the dim lighting. Benedict's parties are very intimate but extravagant affairs. That's why they often consist of the same people and their equally secretive guests. He already knows that Michael will be arriving with an accompanying lady today. A blonde woman holding tightly to his arm at the end of the reception room. Michaels girl for tonight. Another one.

Will and Alice Mondrich are chatting at the bar with his manager Tilly and her current lover Paul Suarez. Penelope, like him, is glancing round in various directions. She has probably never seen a party like this before. He takes her hand into his and guides her in the direction of the Mondriches.

‘Oh, Colin! And Penelope, fuck, you're hot as shit, babes!’ Tilly grabs Penelope's hand and spins her round once. Penelope smiling at Tilly, they get along. Not an easy thing with Tilly, but Penelope manages to get along with everyone, it seems.

While Alice seems to offer Penelope a friendly smile and a quiet compliment, Will pats him appreciatively on the shoulder. 'Lovely girlfriend, Colin.'

He should object now. He would have to oppose. She's not his girlfriend. She's his plaything. Accepted by his wife. He never wanted a divorce, even though he knows that he only thought Marina was super-hot and that it was never about love but sex. Penelope is only for sex, always accessible to him. Let them all think she's his girlfriend. What would it change? Nothing for him and some people would probably treat her differently.

'Mon dieu, the girl is too pretty for you, Mr Bridgerton,' Genevieve's fake French accent sounds next to him. "Colin, she simply must become my next muse! Her curves! Her hair! Her whole body! So sizzling hot!"

'She's gorgeous,' he agrees with Genevieve Delacroix, without looking at the older woman. She is a well-known London-based designer and often provides him with outfits for premieres. "She's mine though. But thanks for the dresses," he adds cheekily grinning.

‘No thanks at all, my dear. Never let her out of your bed, you stallion.’ She pats his shoulder appreciatively, just as Will did minutes ago, and proceeds to join Tilly and Paul, greeting them both with a long French kiss.

She then turns in Penelope's direction and introduces herself to her. She also twirls Penelope a few times to admire her creation or Penelope’s body, he isn't quite sure. Genevieve appreciates the same women as him: curvy, shy und a tad nerdy.

Some Minutes later Benedict and Sophie finally enter the room. As usual, they give a dramatic performance and Colin chuckles to himself. Benedict, like all the other men present, is wearing a tailcoat. Penelope is unexpectedly at Colins side again and he immediately takes hold of her waist and pulls the young woman even closer to him.

'Why am I the only one in a cropped dress?' she whispers directly into his ear as he leans down towards her. ‘If I'd known everyone else is wearing long dresses...’ she begins to worry. Colin just places a kiss on her forehead. "Because you're not married, sweetheart. Look at Michael's date, her dress is just as short as yours."

But Penelope's gaze wanders instead to Sophie, who is now approaching them, presumably to greet them. The young Korean woman is wearing a long, figure-hugging black silk dress with a long, high leg slit. A light beige fur stole is draped over her shoulders, and she is wearing high black Louboutin, a small black Louis Vuitton handbag and discreet gold jewellery.

‘Good evening, Colin,’ his brother's elegant wife greets him with a broad smile.

"Sophie, good evening. May I present to you my Penelope?" He smiles first at Sophie, then at Penelope.

'Hello Penelope, how lovely to welcome you at our party tonight.' Sophie greets Penelope politely but cautiously. Colin holds his breath, as does Benedict, who has stepped up behind his wife.

‘Sophie, I absolutely love your dress! You have such a stunningly beautiful house!’ Penelope replies with genuine but shy excitement. Sophie responds with a wide smile and immediately tucks Penelope in. ‘Come with me, I'll show you everything you need to know.’

Colin watches the two women apprehensively. Benedict seems to notice his furrowed brow and pulls him to the bar, where Michael is already making out with his blonde companion.

Benedict presses a whiskey into his hand. ‘That girl seems nice.’

'She's amazing." Colin smiles into his whiskey before taking a sip. 'But I'm still waiting for Sophie's final judgement.’

'As long as she doesn't convince Sophie that she doesn't deserve to be my wife and should never be anything more than my fling, I like her. Benedict explains fervently. ‘Who is she to you?’

Colin takes another look at his whiskey and takes two or three long sips before the glass is empty and he can no longer avoid answering. He drags his brother into a corner of the room and murmurs: ‘She's ... my plaything.’

Benedict's startled expression meets Colin's. "She's the youngest daughter of Portia Featherington. Marina's stepcousin. Marina didn't want to see any more pictures of me with other women anywhere. So, she paid Portia money for Penelope to sleep with me for a certain amount of time." His brother doesn't need to know that he's going to take her virginity.

‘The fuck, Colin?’ Benedict glares at him, more alarmed than outraged. ‘Why are you okay with this?’

‘Because Marina and Penelope don't like each other. Have never liked each other. But I've had a crush on Penelope for a while. Marina might know that. And honestly? I don't want to sleep with various women I am totally unfamiliar with anymore. So, it was a good fit.’

'Make sure you don't fall in love with her and then she breaks your heart when she disappears and you’re back only with Marina,' his brother reminds him. Colin just nods. He has no intention of falling in love with anyone. He wants Penelope's body, even if he more than fancies her. He wants to make her life easier for a while and help her stop being dependent on her family. And then he needs to let her fly away again.

After Benedict leaves him alone to find Sophie and Penelope, Colin takes a look around the room. He can understand that Penelope is confused by the fact that her dress is short and most of the other ladies dresses in the room are not.

Genevieve, still flirting fiercely with Paul and Tilly, is wearing a figure-hugging dark red dress with straps around her throat. She also wears black lace gloves, red pumps, a black handbag, red lipstick and a short black fur coat.

Alice Mondrich, no doubt gossiping with Will about all those not present, wears a long white dress similar to the one Marilyn Monroe wore in that famous photo of her skirt flying up in the wind. She also wears Jimmy Cho's with pearls, an expensive white handbag and gold jewellery.

Tilly also wears a black figure-hugging dress with a light-coloured fur jacket, an Yves Saint Laurent handbag and high black Louboutin.

In contrast, not only Penelope is wearing a short dress, but also the girl on Michael's arm. Blonde, thin, tall. Michael has presumably forgotten her name long ago, just as he probably forgets her altogether once he has had her in his bed later. She is wearing a black bodysuit with pearls and a sequinned scarf around her waist. One of the cheaper Chanel handbags and black sandals. The kind of thing you buy young women for a one-night out. Not the expensive designer dresses on the floor. The truth is, however, that Penelope could have worn a long dress. He asked Tilly for short ones so that he wouldn't have to take them off later to finger her again like he had planned all along.

~ * ~

The party continues until the following morning. No paparazzi, however, notice the comings and goings at the Bridgerton residence at the edge of the city. After a short car ride, Colin and Penelope return to his estate. He is in a jolly mood after the party because of the praise he has received from everyone for Penelope. He is aware that Genevieve, Alice and Sophie also told her these compliments directly. He is pleased with how Penelope has behaved tonight and that everybody liked the girl nearly instantly.

After Sophie and Benedict had retired to their bedroom, Will and Alice to the guest room and Genevieve, Tilly and Paul got down to business on the sofa, Michael and his companion Cara as well as Colin and Penelope bid farewell to each other. He spent most of their journey back to his house kissing the young woman in his arms and running his hands up and down her body.

‘Come on, Penelope. I want to show you something.’ He told her when they finally arrived. Seconds later they ascend the stairs together and Colin guides her into his library with an arm around her hip. He gestures for her to sit on the large desk and pushes his body in between her knees and grabs right behind her body.

'Look, I've bought you a few items for your desk.’ However, Penelope doesn't seem very interested with that. Instead, she starts grasping his cock with her hands, which has been semi-hard all evening.

‘Penelope.’ He exhales.

‘Please, Mr Bridgerton. Let me.’ She literally begs him for this. He surrenders at first, sitting down on the desk chair in front of her. But then he starts pushing her knees even further apart. He starts by kissing her legs before taking off her thong completely and throwing it somewhere behind him.

He presses his nose into her already soaked pussy. Penelope thrusts her body towards him to get a better feel for it. A moment later, his head shoots up and he kisses Penelope again. The kiss grows deeper and deeper until they break apart, gasping.

‘Why would you do that?’ she asks him.

‘My cock happens to like your body.’ He replies in a deep, dark voice right into her ear. He feels her body trembling with lust and her knees giving up their last resistance to his body between them. He unzips her dress and takes it off over her head, throwing the dress, which costed several thousand pounds, behind him as well.

He marvels at her nearly naked body in front of him. She is only wearing the heels, the jewellery and the sheer black bra, which he unzips with his next move. If he wanted to, he could take her virginity right here and now. But he has already made other plans for that. In the not-too-distant future.

Instead, his fingers move firmly along her body, while one of his hands massaging her breasts and a single finger rubbing her left nipple until it gets hard. A stark contrast to earlier in his car after the shooting when he just fingerfucked her still wearing he clothes.

Penelope only now seems to realise that she is completely at his mercy and tries to hide her abdomen from him with her small hands.

‘Don’t hide from me. Let me see you! You’re so gorgeous, so beautiful. Mine, you’re mine.’ Chuckling, he finds her cunt again. Colin starts to finger her like he did in the car earlier. Stroking her slowly, then increasingly violently. Penelope closes her eyes, sighing.

Colin murmurs into her ear. ‘Good girl, just take it. Enjoy everything, my sweet girl.’

He continues telling her how much he needs her to orgasm, how good she is for him. That he loves how she gives her body so willingly to him, that he can’t wait to take her virginity.

She comes soon enough with now three fingers digging repeatedly and increasingly harder into her. She is soaking his fingers the moment she comes into his hands with his name on her lips. He might die. That was one of the hottest things he ever witnessed.

He brings his fingers to her open mouth for her to clean them. She lies totally spent on the desk but starts liking them when he presses them into her mouth.

Just as he attempts to pick her up from her desk to carry her into his bedroom, Penelope evidently regains her energy.

‘Mr Bridgerton. It’s finally your turn now.’ She effortfully pushes her upper body up and her hands move instantly to his trousers, which are now clearly showing a bulge.

'Are you sure, sweetheart?' he says to her again. He wants her to really want this, him. He doesn't want her to think that he expects or even demands this of her. She nods, her eyes firmly on him. He nods too. He swallows and then commands her into the position he wanted her in the whole day.

‘Ok then, on your knees, sweetheart.’

She kneels immediately in front of him, her hands resting in her lap. He reaches for one, his hand guides hers, moving her closer to his erect cock still in his pants.

‘Open my pants’, he whispers.

Her fingers try to open the buttons of his trousers. After she manages to free his cock, it springs forth, thick and heavy, the head already directly in front of her mouth. He moans, finally free.

Tentatively she starts wrapping her hand around his girth.

‘Just keep touching it, feels so good in your hands, baby’, he moans. Her hands start to move up and down in a steady rhythm. He gets even thicker then. Penelope finds a steady rhythm. Up and down. Colin is enjoying every second of her.

‘Good girl’, he moans even deeper.

‘Now, start liking it up and down.’ He commands her.

And Penelope does exactly whatever he demands. She suddenly takes him into her mouth. He groans again, his hand already in her hair to guide her movements, teaching her the rhythm that will bring him the most pleasure.

And pleasure indeed, he cums inside her mouth in thick ropes only minutes later. She’s taking every drop. That’s the hottest thing he ever witnessed, again.

After that he sinks back into the chair. Fully spent, finally finding pleasure with her body for the first time. He wants this again. She was just perfect. Her perfect mouth, her perfect hands, her perfect cunny, her perfect body.

As he slowly regains consciousness, Penelope kneels down in front of him again. She takes his wet spent cock into her mouth again and begins to lick it clean. He enjoys this. His hand finding its place behind her head again. But now just holding onto it.

‘Good girl, cleaning your daddy after fucking him with your sweet mouth’, he gasps. And sweet Penelope basks in this approval.

Later, he moves her into his bed and falls fast asleep next to her naked body as he holds her close.

Chapter Text

Several days later, Colin is already in the lobby of his house, waiting for Penelope. His luggage is already inside the car, and the driver is awaiting Penelope's bags and the two passengers. They are flying to New York today in a private jet – along with Marina. Colin would have really preferred to be without the latter, but they have been to a PR event at a designer's – he demanded that both of them be present, and Colin couldn't cancel because this designer has been outfitting him for his premieres for years. As soon as Penelope has descended, they 'll drive to the Loft to fetch Marina, and then head to the airport.

Actually, it's Colin's own fault that Penelope is running late, not hers. After he fingered her under the shower, she wanted to take a new one. That's how their last few days had been going anyway: he would finger her either in the shower or on the settee, and she would reward him with an increasingly enjoyable blowjob while he was preparing his next roles at his office desk. Waiting was fine with him; he still had to pack her lingerie and negligees into her suitcase anyway. It won't be just a short trip to New York.

‘I'm here, Mr Bridgerton!’ Penelope cheerfully calls out as she hurries down the steps. She has never been to New York before, and he has promised her that she and Tilly will go sightseeing – at least as much as is possible in one day.

He is beginning to like her companionship. Not just the more sexual parts that seem to satisfy her, but everything else too: eating breakfast together, watching a film in the living room in the evening, chatting about her day. Which books she has been reading and the progress of the novel she is writing. She has begged him to never tell anyone any of this. It's rather endearing and he feels strangely proud of her, even though he hasn't contributed anything to it.

As he glances at her, he notices her outfit and grins with satisfaction. She is wearing a black miniskirt, a sleeveless turtleneck jumper, a brown checked blazer over that, knee-high leather boots, tights and a small brown handbag. She resembles the young student she was just a few weeks ago. He grins even more broadly at her. She looks professional enough to be mistaken for a staff member, but also easily available to him during the flight. During the last few flights, Marina has always retired to the jet's bedroom anyway.

‘You look lovely, sweetheart.’ After kissing her on the forehead, he rushes upstairs, snatches her small suitcase, which she has left there, and takes it outside to the driver, who stows it somewhere in the large black BMW limousine.

Afterwards, they both got into the car. While Penelope was still resting in his arms on the way to the loft, his arms wandering around her automatically, she slid to the other end of the car without being asked when they arrived at the Loft, making room for his wife. Marina, meanwhile, got in without even acknowledging the other two passengers.

When he saw Marina's outfit from the car, he shook his head decisively. She is wearing wide-leg, high-waisted trousers, a low-cut white top that reveals her breasts, which were sculpted years ago, a white cardigan draped over her shoulders, white stiletto heels, an expensive designer bag, wide Gucci sunglasses and huge gold hoop earrings set with diamonds, which undoubtedly originated from one of her lovers.

A sharp contrast to Penelope's day-to-day outfit and his black, tight-fitting T-shirt, dark blue suit trousers and expensive black leather shoes, which he has owned for a decade.

All three remain quiet during the journey to the airport. Marina is obviously just as frustrated as he is about having to travel to New York with him and Penelope. Tilly had attempted to excuse him, but the designer insisted on him AND Marina being there together. Tilly is actually in New York and has already discussed his attire with the designer; he couldn't arrive any earlier because he had to film until a few days ago. Tilly proposed showing Penelope around New York during his PR appointments. Apparently, his agent also likes Penelope, as do all the others who have met her over the past few days.

So far, he hasn't told Marina nor Penelope about the fact that he will be travelling to Greece with Penelope afterwards for a commercial shoot with a well-known international automobile brand. Marina, who is known for being in control (particularly at the beginning of their relationship), seems to sense that something is amiss when she approaches him about it a few minutes later.

‘Clara texted me that I’ll be flying back alone – on a commercial flight?’ Marina questions him, without even looking up from her phone, slightly disgusted that she won’t be able to use the Bridgertons’ large private jet again. However, Colin and Penelope will be continuing their journey with it, and his eldest brother won’t allow Marina to use it on her own anyway.

‘Yes.’ Colin's answer is brief, his gaze shifting momentarily to Penelope, whose eyebrows twitch slightly but who continues to stare intently out of the window at the houses flying by, clearly trying not to get involved in the tense conversation. His gaze stays on her a moment longer, as if her mere presence calms him during this dialogue.

‘Why?’ Marina asks staccato-like in her dominant manner he likes when they are having sex, her gaze now completely fixed on him.

‘Photoshooting in Greece, some island,’ he replies. He knows exactly which island, he knows exactly which automobile brand, but she doesn’t need to know everything. He doesn’t want her to decide to tag along again and charm the brand’s employees – or the photographer.

‘Greece? Why didn't you ask me to travel with you? Perfect photos for the paparazzi!’ Colin rolls his eyes at Marina's thoughts. She craves being seen with him. Any press is good press, or so they say. She probably needs new jobs with increasing urgency as an ageing model who has never really worked

since they started dating. ‘Is she accompanying you?’ Marina asks in a snide tone when he doesn't answer. ‘Of course. You were the one who offered her to me.’ His answer comes with an annoyed undertone and a glance in her direction.

Just the night before, Anthony and Benedict had tried to convince him once again in the bar to file for divorce from Marina, but he was determined to give it another go. He didn't want to fail, even though he didn't love Marina, never had and certainly never would. He couldn't possibly fail in his marriage. He never wanted to be the type of man who marries multiple times. Or rather, he did, but not different women, just the one – over and over again.

While Marina types furiously on her phone, Penelope continues to watch everything outside the car intently, while his thoughts continue to revolve around the fact that he never wanted to be the kind of actor who always has another woman on his arm, always with younger girlfriends whose names he has forgotten two days later and who are only known through paparazzi photos and because they date someone famous and don't have a job of their own.

Who would ever truly love someone as broken as him, and not just his lifestyle and his name? Certainly not Penelope. She is far too bright, full of dreams. She would like to be a writer, and he is absolutely certain that she will achieve that one day. Then he will buy her book, read it, and he will remember the time they spent together. He knows he is happier with her than he has been in a long time – and he has not even really had sex with her yet...

A few minutes later, they eventually arrive at the private jet by car. They climb the few steps and enter the aircraft one after another. Marina is the first, still looking at her mobile phone, while Colin elegantly allows Penelope to go in front with a friendly smile. Not entirely selflessly, as this allows him the best view of her perfect bum in her short skirt and whatever is not visible underneath.

Once inside the aircraft, they are greeted by the three-person crew: two pilots and a stewardess. While Marina whizzes past them ignoring them, he observes Penelope smiling warmly at them from far back and whispering a quiet “Hi,” to which the crew responds immediately with friendly smiles and slight nods. Colin follows Penelope’s example. He can tell from the crew's confused looks that he has never done this before. Marina once told him not to pay attention to the staff after he hugged the Bridgertons' long-time pilot in greeting. As with so many things, she was wrong about this too. And he – naive and horny as he was – obeyed her. In everything, whether it concerned his career or his private life, even his sex life.

If he had truly hoped that Marina would go straight to the small bedroom in the private jet, as she had often done to avoid him and lock the door behind her, he was now clearly wrong in that expectation. As she took a seat in one of the single seats, Colin pulled Penelope with him to the two double seats. He assigned Penelope the window seat and took the aisle seat himself.

Once they have taken off and the stewardess has served all three of them drinks (expensive champagne for Marina, a whisky for Colin and a glass of water for Penelope), Marina orders her back to the crew cabin and closes the soundproof door behind the young woman.

When Marina returned to her seat, Colin looked at her questioningly, while Penelope listened to her favourite podcast on her headphones and stared out of the window, oblivious to what was going on.

Marina takes her phone away and grins mockingly at Colin. ‘So, do you like my little gift?’

‘Very much,’ he replies without changing his expression, his gaze fixed on Penelope.

‘Is she still a virgin?’ she inquires, not taking her eyes off him. He nods.

Penelope, who is now clearly aware of Marina’s intense gaze, takes off her headphones and looks at Colin with her big blue eyes.

‘Penelope, darling, don't you like my husband anymore?’ Marina asks Penelope directly. She blushes and looks away from Marina again.

‘Colin, husband, how is our plaything's training going? I've been waiting for several days now – and it looks like there will be several more.’ She looks Penelope up and down.

‘Marina, I told you I'd approach her slowly.’ Colin impulsively reaches for Penelope's hand. His anger towards Marina vanishes almost the moment he touches Penelope.

‘Just shag her, Colin.’ Marina first takes off her sunglasses and then the cardigan that was draped over her shoulders. She then sits down in the single seat opposite Colin and Penelope and reaches for Penelope’s other hand. ‘Honey, has he at least finger-fucked you before? Penelope just nods, but she doesn’t seem uncomfortable talking to Marina. It’s as if she’s used to this kind of conversations with Marina...

‘And has he licked you down there with his tongue?' Penelope nods again, but the shame is still written all over her face.

‘Did he put his fingers in your ass? Or a plug? Or maybe his cock?’ Penelope shakes her head. ‘Did you at least give him a blow job, being thankful that at least one man wants you in some way?’ Penelope slowly nods, then buries her face in Colin’s side. His arm immediately wraps around her.

‘Stop being so nasty to her, Marina.’ But Marina just snorts at that.

‘Show me,’ she orders him.

‘What?’ he blurts out, while Penelope seems to be already considering sliding onto his lap. Whatever Portia and Marina have been telling her is causing her to feel intimidated.

Penelope obediently follows Marina's instructions. Colin's hands immediately and instinctively move around her hips, which Marina of course observes with a raised eyebrow. Then his wife begins by taking off Penelope's boots, then pulling her blazer and jumper over her head and pulling down her tights. That really shouldn't make him hard. The young woman on his lap is now wearing only a leather miniskirt and a dark green lace bra.

‘“Cute, still have a thing for lacy lingerie, darling?” Marina prompts him, pulling Penelope’s leather skirt up to reveal her lace thong underneath.

Marina leans back. „Go on. Finger her, husband. Penelope, tell him you like it. Col, she had a crush on you forever. Since her 16^th birthday, believe she wants to have sex with you.”

Then she turns to Colin, “She wants this, Colin, just do it.” Penelope has a crush on him? She really fancies him? He is aroused, turned on by the fact that she obviously also wants to be here. Is that why she agreed? At least her crush would take her virginity? He would like to believe that. He gets so much harder at the thought that she might actually enjoy this. He helps Penelope into a comfortable position against him. She looks at him with so much want. A small nod and he loses it. Her back his pressed against his stomach, while her head is resting on his shoulder. Her legs already bent over his thighs widely. Her lace thong left nothing to imagination. She’s wet.

“Is this okay, sweetheart?” He asks her once again. She nods vehemently.

“Call him daddy.” Marina interjects while his cock jerks in his pants at that.

He starts to tug at her lace thong und rips it open. Penelope gulps, while his wife just watches without any signs of discomfort with his doings. Then his fingers start to circle Penelope’s clit slowly with a soft tease like he did to her during the last few days. She barely flinches, not even slightly embarrassed that she is so responsive while being watched by his wife.

“She likes that.” Marina comments dryly. Intently watching her husband fingerbanging their plaything in front of her. “Me watching the two of you. It’s so hot. Make her cum, Colin.”

Colins lips are brushing against the shell of Penelope’s ear as he leaves kisses against it. “How do you like this, sweetheart?” His middle finger slips inside her pussy, disappearing amongst all her wetness. “Feels good?” He whispers against her ear again. Penelope just breathed heavily and nods barely visible.

When Colin ads a second finger into Penelope’s pussy, she clenches around his fingers, feeling fresh and exciting, while his other hand wraps tightly around her torso.

“Scream for him when you cum, do it for me like some months ago when I found you in your bed masturbating while watching his series.” Marina commands her now. Her gaze never leaving her husband’s fingers inside the younger women.

Penelope’s eyes flutter when he ads another finger inside her. He starts to notice she couldn’t hold any longer. So he starts fucking her with his fingers harder, hammering into her virgin cunny.

He’s sure Penelope is able to feel his once again hardening dick directly under her arse. That had to wait for now. She starts whimpering and wriggling around his grip. Suddenly his fingers stop inside her. She lets out a desperate whimper, he hums and picks up the pace of his fingers again. He speeds his fingers inside her clit up, matching his motions of his fingers as she desperately chased her orgasm.

“FUCK, YES DADDY!” Penelope screams while her body starts convulsing on his lap, shaking but he holds her tightly in his strong arms. She falls limp a moment later, clenching around his fingers as he pulled them out of her carefully, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart.” Colin assures her.

“Good girl.” Marina comments, clearly aroused by her husband fingerfucking their plaything. A moment later, however, she has regained control. Only her red cheeks betray her own arousal.

Colin cuddles Penelope, who's exhausted from her orgasm, and thinks for a second about whether he should take her to the bedroom. They've got enough time for her to get some sleep and maybe even take a shower before they land.

‘Put her to bed and then I'll take care of you,’ Marina promises seductively. Colin briefly considers whether he should really allow this. Then he carries Penelope to the bedroom, but just as he is about to return, Penelope stares at him with wide eyes and instead he closes the bedroom door and sits down next to Penelope on the bed.

‘Now it's your turn, Mr Bridgerton.’ Penelope gently touches him, making him lean back on the bed, while she kneels in front of him, almost naked, and unzips his trousers, pulling them down together with his underpants. But then he notices Penelope's insecurity again.

“Take it carefully in your hand, darling, feel how hard it is”, he says.

She does what he asked her and rests her head on his leg. A very exciting sensation runs through his cock as she tightens her hand around his member.

“What should I do now?”, she asks him impatiently.

“If you want to give me another blowjob, you have to take it in your mouth and suck it gently. You can also move your hand up and down. But first, give it a little kiss.” He pants.

“Just rub my balls a little, not too hard! They’re very sensitive, you know. You did so good last time, sweetheart. Just do that again.” He sees her lowering her head a little, touching his cock with her lips. An exciting sensation runs through his cock. He gently strokes her head.

“Okay, sweetheart, if you want to make me very happy open your mouth for me. Open wide and then you can suck my cock a little. Yes?” He asks her gently.

She parts her lips and takes his throbbing head into her mouth, glistening with his arousal. She felt his cock twitch in her hand from the arousal it was now giving him. He moaned loudly. Marina must have heard that, but he keeps watching Penelope in his lap.

It wouldn’t be long before he emptied his itchy balls into her mouth. For several minutes, she had his cock in her mouth, sucking on it, sometimes softly, sometimes harder. He automatically began moving his hips to guide his cock up and down in her sucking mouth. She begins sucking his cock even harder. He can’t take it anymore and releases the first jet of cum between the lips of Penelope, who let go in surprise and was now tasting his semen for the first time. He took his hard cock in his hand and emptied his balls all over her tits.

“Penelope, sweetheart, you did so well. So good for daddy, aren’t you.” He strokes her cheeks with his thumb and kisses her. He collapses exhausted onto the bed. ‘Good girl,’ Marina's voice chimes in. ‘At least you seem to be training her well, husband.’ Then she appears to address Penelope. ‘Cuddle up to him, he enjoys that. And one day you'll be our shared plaything, darling.’

A few minutes later, Colin and Penelope are wrapped up in each other's arms in the bedroom of the private jet. While Penelope is fast asleep, he is watching her. Penelope would actually be the perfect wife, but Colin also knows that he would never have looked for someone like her. He has always been drawn to women like Marina. Women who saw him as a stepping stone for their own careers, while he – or so he thought – was truly in love with them. He would never have looked twice at someone like Penelope. That is his fault, definitely not hers. She is smart and gorgeous. She knows how to behave towards other people, compassionate, polite and quite humorous at the right moments. She never says a bad word about her mother or Marina, even though she would have every reason to. But she is also far too nice to him, and he shamelessly takes advantage of that. Finally, he has the young woman he has been watching for so long in his arms, and yes, you could say he has had a crush on her ever since at least she moved in with him. Maybe some time earlier.

He carefully draws his arm out from under Penelope's head and uses the private jet's shower to freshen up. He then puts his clothes back on and, after checking that Penelope is still asleep, is sitting up in one of the seats at the front.

„Finally back?“, Marina smirks.

‘Leave it be, Marina.’ Colin pushes her away, but his wife doesn’t seem to care. She is straddling his lap, her arms wrapped around his head. She is trying to press his face into her breasts. However, when she tries to seduce him lasciviously, he quickly turns away. Marina immediately loses all interest in a quickie with him.

‘What else did you do with her?’ she asks him, sitting back down in her seat.

„She did a blowjob and cuddled with me. Perfect little doll that she is.” Actually, he is disgusted with himself. He never wanted to become like this. A moment later, Penelope returns and sits down right next to him. He puts his arm around her shoulders and she rests her head on his shoulder.

Penelope whispers in his ear, ‘Thank you, Daddy, that was terrific. I enjoyed everything.’ She is blushing and is clearly shamed by the fact that she was pleased that he touched her right in front of his wife.

The young woman thus dispels all his doubts. If she is content with it, what right does he have to tell her that she is not permitted to enjoy this arrangement?

Marina watches the whole thing suspiciously, but he doesn't care. The three of them don't speak another word to each other for the rest of the flight. Penelope continues listening to her podcast, lying in his arms, while Colin looks out of the window and lets his thoughts wander. He thinks about Anthony and Benedict encouraging him to end his marriage.

The Bridgertons have been brought up to believe that you must try everything before resorting to divorce. Colin knows that the failure of his marriage is only partly his fault. He has tried hard to make it work. Even when she was cheating on him with various other men, he believed that it was just a phase and that she would eventually be ready to start a family with him some day.

And now? Now he is no longer interested in starting a family. At least not with Marina. After his conversation with Anthony and Benedict yesterday, he promised them he would get back in touch with all his siblings. He is simply too afraid of his mother. Afraid that she will once again make him feel that he has made a bad choice. A worse choice than all his siblings. He did not marry for love, but because he wanted to portray someone he never was and never will be.