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“Oh, who’s a good boy?”

Colin whipped his head around. A dog on the street was pulling away from its owner, sniffing at Penelope. A random dog. It looked like that shaggy thing from that old Tim Allen movie.

“Can I pet him?” 

He frowned. They had been walking down the street, hand in hand, on the way back home from picking up a couple groceries after Sunday brunch at his mom’s house. But now she dropped his hand. To pet some strange dog.

He waited, watching her. She was a smiling, golden angel in the sunlight, petting the dog on its back. The dog wagged its tail lazily— hardly enough enthusiasm for the Penelope Bridgerton. His wife. His beautiful, perfect wife that was his. 

Colin blinked. What the fuck was he thinking right now? 

She returned to him when the dog and his owner turned away, still smiling as she took his hand again. 

“What a cute dog,” she said, walking with him down the street. She started to swing their hands between them, but Colin let her hand go, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side. Penelope leaned into him, wrapping her arm around him and tucking her hand into his back pocket. “Probably sheds a ton though, huh?”

Colin hummed, his jaw tight. He was being weird. He knew he was being weird. Weird weird weird weird weird. He had to stop before Penelope noticed. 

It had almost been a perfect day— maybe that’s why he was being like this. They had woken up early and had soft, sleepy sex, then fed each other breakfast in bed, and then went out and had brunch with his family, holding hands the whole time and then snuggling on the couch when they all watched a movie afterwards. He’d spent the whole day feeling comfortable, and loved, and so connected to her that it was almost like their veins had been tied together. Like their hearts pumped a shared supply of blood. 

But then, on their walk to the grocery store, Penelope ran into her boss.

Colin hated Debling. A million (6) years ago, Pen had been on a couple dates with him, but had called it off when she and Colin had gotten together. Luckily, she didn’t work directly with him often, because he was always jetting off on business trips. But, whenever Colin had had the misfortune of hearing about him, or even worse, seeing him, he was convinced that Debling was still obsessed with her. Always calling her interesting and a great asset. Colin knew Penelope was interesting and a great asset. He knew it better than anybody— he even knew more things than that. He was her best friend and her husband.

Colin hadn’t even smiled at Debling when they’d run into him. All he’d done was hold Penelope’s waist, staring him down. Debling, too, had barely glanced at him, except to nod and say, “Bridgerton,” before turning his attention back to Penelope to ask how she’d been managing the new project while he’d been away. Which was stupid. Because Bridgerton was also Penelope’s last name. Because she was his wife. 

So maybe that’s why Colin was being odd right now. He hadn’t brought up how much he hated Debling even once after they’d parted, and now the feeling was eating him up, right? Maybe that’s why he was feeling so sensitive about… this.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked, interrupting his thoughts. She was looking up at him. 

“Nothing,” he said, trying to sound chipper. He should’ve been chipper. It was a beautiful, almost-perfect day. He was still comfortably full. Penelope, the most gorgeous, intelligent, perfect woman in the world (and also his wife) was grabbing his butt in public. Everything was great and he was a deeply normal person who had never had a weird thought in his life. Not about Debling, and certainly not about a dog.

“Is—” She leaned forward a little bit, trying to get a good look at his face. “Why do you look like that? What just happened?”

“Handsome? Thank you.”

“Well yes, always. But you look…” she said, stopping him by tugging at his waistband until they stood on the inside of the sidewalk. She looked up at him, raising a hand above her eyes as she squinted into the sunlight. “Why do you look jealous?”

God damn it.

“How can you even tell someone looks jealous?” He said, curling his lip a little bit. “That’s not a facial expression.”

“It is with you,” Penelope said. She reached up, tapping the tip of his nose. “Your nostrils flare. And you do something uncomfortable looking with your lips. You only do that when you’re jealous.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he said, jerking a little bit so she couldn’t get her finger up his nose. “Stop,” he laughed.

“Is this about Alfred? We’ve talked about this, baby. You know I’m yours. You know he’s nothing to me.”

“No, Pen,” Colin said, even though it was nice to hear. They had talked about it. At length. It wasn’t that Colin didn’t trust Penelope; he trusted her with his life. And she knew he trusted her too— besides, it wasn’t like Penelope didn’t have her possessive moments. 

But this really wasn’t even about that. It was just sort of… an adjacent feeling. 

“I’m not—”

“Oh my god, was it the dog walker?” she asked, clearly seeing this as a game now. “That sweet old lady? What, was she… looking at me?” 

“No, Pen.”

“There’s nobody else on the street,” Pen said, looking around, then grinning up at him. “What, are you jealous of the dog?”

He didn’t say anything for half a beat too long. Penelope’s jaw dropped.

“You got jealous,” she said, “because I pet a dog? Oh my god, Colin! You have got to get this under control that’s—!”

“No!” he said. “I’m not jealous because you pet a dog!”

“Then what are you jealous about?”

He scoffed, looking off. “I’m not!”

“Colin,” she said firmly. She poked his chest with one fingernail. Colin looked down at it. When he raised his eyes back to her face, she had the look. The look. Eyes slightly narrowed, pretty lips slightly pursed. Colin could never deny her anything when she looked like that, and she knew it. It was an unfair advantage. “Tell me.”

His cheeks flushed. “You said—” he started, then glanced around nervously. He raised his eyebrows, voice dropping to a mumble. “I don’t care that you were petting the dog. That would be insane. It was just that you said ‘good boy’ and I… For the briefest second, I thought…” 

Her head tilted slightly. Then she melted, her hand flattening against his chest. 

“Oh, baby,” she said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even notice.”

He shook his head, covering her hand over his chest.

“No, it’s silly,” he said. Then he laughed a little bit. “I just, like, perked up a little bit and then you weren’t talking to me and I…” He shook his head. “I think you’ve Pavloved me.” 

Penelope beamed up at him, giggling a little bit. “Did I?” she asked. “Makes sense for you.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Because Pavlov worked with cute little puppies.”

Colin’s jaw dropped.

The “good boy” thing could be casual— they both liked a little praise in the bedroom— but this was something completely different.

They’d only done it a few times. Colin wasn’t really clear on all the specifics— mainly because all of his memories of it were painted over with a thin layer of pleasurable fog. But he was pretty sure that it had started with Penelope petting his hair. And then it had become… more. Penelope was the one who seemed to know what was going on. Penelope did the research, set the scenes, and kept track of what he was and wasn’t comfortable with. Penelope was in control in those moments. He was usually just along for the ride. With his head out the window.

“And you’re my cute little puppy, aren’t you?” 

Colin felt himself flush. He nodded, already grinning like an idiot.

She smiled, casual as all hell, as she flipped her hand around and brought his hand to her mouth. She kissed his knuckles. 

“Let’s go home,” she said. She flicked her eyebrows up. Colin couldn’t stop grinning. 

“Okay,” he breathed.

Colin practically skipped home. He dragged Penelope by her hand, grinning back at her every few steps.

“No pulling,” she giggled, a little out of breath. “Or I’m gonna have to get the choker.” 

Colin groaned out a laugh, stopping in his tracks to turn around and pick her up.

“Colin!” She squeaked, wrapping her legs around his waist. She was giggling still. Colin loved her. “You’re gonna crack the eggs!”

“Fuck the eggs,” he said. 

“Coliiiiin,” she said admonishingly. “Only good boys get treats, remember?”

“Fucking hell, Pen,” he said. He shifted her slightly, holding her with one arm while holding the groceries with the other. Penelope rewarded him with a kiss on his nose. 

If there was a world record for running to their apartment, Colin would’ve beaten it. He (gently) kicked the door closed behind them, (gently) dropped the groceries to the floor, and then (not so gently) slammed Penelope up against the nearest wall, his hand behind her head so she wouldn’t bump it. 

He kissed her, hot and rough. She tasted like maple syrup and coffee and Penelope. Colin wanted to swallow her saliva. Colin wanted to eat her alive.

Granted, Colin always wanted to eat her alive. He’d always been sort of mouthy— in more ways than one— but Penelope brought it out terribly in him. Sometimes, Colin would lie her down and start mawing at her entire body; sinking his teeth into her calves, gnawing on her hips, mouthing at her tits, crunching on her moans. He just wanted her in his mouth, against his tongue— all the fucking time. The world made sense with Penelope between his teeth.

Best of all— Penelope loved to be bit.

She moaned loudly against his mouth when Colin sunk his teeth into her lower lip. She held his jaw, her pointy nails nipping into the space just below his ears.

Colin slipped his hands under her sweatshirt, touching her soft sides, rubbing her sweet stomach. He sucked and nipped on her lower lip. And still, Penelope didn’t lift her hands to his hair.

“Pet me,” Colin breathed between kisses. 

Penelope’s hand closed around his chin. She pushed him away from her mouth. Her eyebrows raised, even as her chest was heaving. 

“No begging,” she said, her voice sweet, a little smile twisting up at the corner of her mouth.

Colin felt a pleasurable sinking in his entire body. His lips parted. His eyes probably crossed. They were doing this. 

“Let me down,” Penelope said. “So I can put the groceries away, okay?”

Colin swallowed thickly. He nodded, taking a step back from the wall. He slid her down his body, relishing in her warmth. 

Penelope touched his chest gently, and Colin leant down. She left a soft, smiling kiss on his lips. Then, she took his hand, starting towards the kitchen. At the last second, Colin remembered to snatch up the groceries— he must’ve been a retriever.

He set them down on the kitchen counter, then looked at Penelope. 

“Sweet boy,” she smiled, starting to take the groceries out of the bag. She started with the eggs, opening the container to check them and then flicking her eyes up at Colin— they weren’t cracked. Colin blushed a little bit. 

He leaned against the counter, taking the rest of the groceries out of the bag as Penelope carried the eggs to the fridge. She had the sweetest smile on her lips, a confident sway in her walk. He wondered, sincerely, how he got so lucky. How was she even real? Why did he get to have her? He opened his mouth to ask, but Penelope spoke first.

“Why are you wearing that?” she asked, throwing a glance over her shoulder as she closed the fridge. Colin glanced down at his clothes. 

“What do you want me to wear?” He’d wear literally anything. She could stuff him in a clown suit and he’d honk his nose for her.

“Well, doggies don’t wear clothes.”

“Sometimes people put little sweaters on them,” Colin grinned, unable to stop himself.

“Take your clothes off,” she laughed, snatching up a bag of tangerines and emptying it into their fruit bowl.

Colin took a deep breath, resetting himself, then pulled his shirt over his head. He tossed it on the floor. He kicked his shoes off, then dropped his pants and underwear in one motion. His cock was already mostly hard. When he stood back up, Penelope was digging through the snack cabinet. Colin frowned, walking up behind her.

“I think these are expired,” she said, holding up a crumpled, opened bag of chips. 

“Pen?”

“Just give me a moment, puppy,” Penelope said. Then her head cocked to the side. She turned and looked at him, letting her eyes sweep his body from head to toe with a raised brow. Colin held his breath, standing up a little bit straighter and puffing out his chest slightly. Her eyes met his for just a second. Then, completely unaffected, she turned back around, returning to the cabinet. “Down.”

Colin opened his mouth in disbelief. This was part of it? This was part of it???? Then why wasn’t she paying attention to him??????

With a little huff, he got down on the floor, sitting on his heels with his hands on his thighs. The day before, while washing the dishes (Colin cooked, Pen washed), Pen had idly mumbled something to herself about needing to sweep. He had made some stupid joke about sweeping her off her feet, and then had done exactly that, carrying her to the bedroom. Now, sitting amongst the crumbs, he wished he had just gotten the fucking broom. No, he wished Penelope was paying attention to him. He wished Penelope was petting his hair like he’d so nicely asked .

“Pen,” he said, softer. 

“No whining,” Penelope said, not even turning around. “Be good.”

His cock twitched. He wanted to be good. He wanted to be good more than anything. Because being good meant being hers. He wanted to be hers. 

So he sat. And he waited.

If he really focused, he could logically discern the fact that this was probably her getting him into the moment. They were doing a real scene here, not just Penelope throwing a good puppy out there while he sucked on her clit (not that he would have objected to that, either). Still, Colin felt antsy. He was squirming on the floor, not doing anything. All he could do was watch her lush, biteable calves shift in front of him as she tidied around the kitchen. He wanted to touch. He wanted to bite her, and lick her, and be good for her. He wanted to feel the warm, glowing sense of accomplishment that he’d feel in his chest when he got to make her cum. He wanted to submit himself to her pleasure.

Right now he was just watching her gorgeous, voluptuous body as she swayed from cabinet to cabinet in her pretty and, now that he was down here, extraordinarily short, blue gingham sundress. All he was doing was enjoying her body— and he did enjoy it, he enjoyed it all the time. But he wasn’t doing anything for her. Nothing that proved that he was worthy of having her. It made him want to tear his hair out. 

“I’m almost done, okay?” Penelope said, after a thousand years passed. “Can you do something for me?”

“Please,” Colin said in a desperate rush, tilting his chin up and sitting up a little straighter. She still wasn’t looking at him (which drove him fucking insane), but at least she was talking to him. 

“Touch yourself.”

A little noise tumbled from his lips— not quite a protest, but not quite not a protest. 

“I want you to touch yourself,” Penelope said. She was wiping down the countertop. Colin didn’t think the countertop needed to be wiped down, because he had done it yesterday. But maybe he was wrong. 

Colin didn’t say anything at first, conflicted. And then he lowered his gaze back to her soft, thick thighs, slipping out from under her dress.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes,” Colin whimpered. 

“Good. I want to see your cum on the floor by the time I’m done here.”

“Fuck,” Colin muttered harshly. She wanted it. She said she wanted it. He spat on his hand, then closed it around his cock. He started to stroke himself slowly, staring at the backs of her thighs. 

Suddenly, Penelope bent down to open a cabinet underneath the counter, the dress riding up over her pretty, pretty legs. He was sure that, in just a second, she’d bend just enough that he could see the swell of her ass, the hint of her wet (he could only hope) pussy through her underwear. She bent, and bent, and Colin stroked and stroked and—

“Fuck, ” Colin breathed. She wasn’t wearing underwear— or, maybe she was and there were two layers keeping her from him— she was wearing the tiniest, tightest pair of black bike shorts that Colin had ever seen.

She probably wore them so she could feel comfortable in such a short dress, or so her thighs wouldn’t chafe together, or, because— he didn’t know, maybe she liked little black bike shorts. But they were so, so tight, a sudden cutoff of all the creamy skin he’d been staring at, and Colin couldn’t think about anything except shoving his face into the fabric, tugging and drooling all over until he ripped them to shreds.

And there was something about that, too, that made Colin crazy. He wasn’t jerking off to his beautiful wife’s beautiful pussy, or to her in some lingerie. He was sitting on the dirty floor, biting down on his lower lip to some fucking shorts. Because she told him to. Because she was so fucking hot in her sensible little pants and because the entire world revolved around Penelope Bridgerton and he was just lucky to be in it.

“Go faster,” Penelope said, her head in the cabinet. Colin let out a little whimper, spitting on his palm again before doing as she said. He usually didn’t masturbate for long periods of time in front of her; it felt weird to even have his hand on himself in her presence. He felt rough and clumsy compared to her pretty hands, or her capable mouth, or her gorgeous, gorgeous pussy. A groan left his lips, just from thinking about it. Her pussy— under those bike shorts. God, those fucking bike shorts. 

He didn’t really want to cum on the floor. He wanted to give her his cock. But what he wanted didn’t really matter because Penelope told him what to do and because he was getting so, so close, and because Penelope was almost bent in half, her ass swaying in the air, and he was gonna cum and maybe she’d let him cum on her shiny shoes and lick it off and—

“Stop,” she said.

“H-huh?”

“I said stop,” she said firmly. She stood up straight.

Colin released his cock, his hips jerking forward as if they were functioning under different management. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, whimpering. His whole body was tingling. His cock was weeping. 

Penelope crossed the room to the trash can, tossing out the expired food she’d accumulated. Colin sat there, breathless and confused. His heart was pounding in his ears.

“Okay, sweet boy. I’m all done,” Penelope said, wiping her hands on her dress. She leaned against the counter right across from him, reaching a hand out to push his hair back as she inspected him. Colin felt hot under her gaze. He was a little out of breath. She nodded to his dripping cock, a little puffed out exhale leaving her. “You look so good like that, baby. You're such a good boy for me, aren't you?"

Colin nodded, trying to lean forward without getting up. She hadn’t told him to move yet. 

“Was that hard? Waiting?” 

“Y-yes,” he said softly. His voice sounded foreign to him. 

“But you were a good boy, weren’t you?” she asked, stepping forward and gently pulling him into a hug. Colin’s breath left him in a rush— he wrapped his arms around her legs, burying his face in the skirt of her dress. His cock ached; if she stepped just slightly closer he could rub against her leg and— “Weren’t you?”

Colin nodded, too flustered with the relief of her attention to say anything. Penelope cupped the back of his head in both her hands, petting the nape of his neck with delicate fingertips. Shivers were travelling down his spine; he leaned into them. 

“Of course you were,” she said. “You’re always so good for me. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Colin let out a soft little almost-sob, shoving his face harder against her. 

“How are you? What do you need, baby?”

“To make you cum,” he whimpered into her skirt.

“Oh, is that all?” she giggled. Colin nodded again. “Okay, pet. You can make me cum.”

Colin lifted his head up slightly, just enough to see her face. She was smiling softly at him. “Really?”

“Of course,” she said. She slid her hands down his neck, touching his shoulders with a featherlight grasp. Her hands closed around them slowly until she was squeezing. Her hands were a balm; everything ugly in him was healing. “Can you get up okay?”

“Yeah,” Colin mumbled.

“Here, take my hands,” she said, offering them to him. He looked at them for half a second too long, still a little dazed. Then he grabbed them, getting to his feet with her help. 

“You alright?” she asked once he was standing. Colin nodded a little bit, wetting his lips. She bent down a little bit and rubbed a palm over each of his kneecaps as if to soothe them. “Do your knees hurt?” Colin shook his head. “Can you walk?”

“Can you hold my hand?” 

“Of course.” Penelope patted his hip, reaching back to grab a water bottle from the fridge before coming back and taking his hand. Colin sighed gratefully, leaning into her a little bit as she led him down the hallway. 

“Your knees really don’t hurt?” she asked as they entered their bedroom. She let go of his hand, running a hand up his arm as she crossed over to their bed. Colin’s skin tingled where she touched him; he’d have followed her, except Penelope didn’t tell him to. She set the water bottle on her nightstand, grabbed one of her pillows, and set it on the floor in front of him before looking up at him. Colin shook his head again. “Okay, puppy. Can you get down for me?”

“Yeah,” Colin breathed. He still felt floaty and tingly. He got down on the pillow, sitting on his heels again. Penelope smiled, touching his cheek before crossing the room. He watched her from his spot; Penelope kicked off her shoes, then went over to her dresser.

“Would you like to wear your collar?” Penelope asked, opening and starting to dig through the top drawer. 

“Yeah and… and the…” 

“Course,” she said, stepping back up to him. She smiled at him, showing him the collar. It was blue, with little yellow hearts on it— the leash matched. They had picked it out together. “Doggies need to be leashed, don’t they?”

Colin exhaled softly, stretching out his neck for her. 

“Good boy,” she murmured, closing the collar around his neck. As soon as it was on, he felt more relaxed, more centered. His shoulders loosened. She paused to make sure it wasn’t too tight, then she clicked the leash onto the little hook. Once it was all on, she put her hand through the loop, letting the leash hang loosely on her wrist as she ran a hand through his hair. Colin’s eyes immediately fluttered shut. “You’re so cute.”

Colin moaned softly, leaning his head into her palm more. Penelope obliged, gently scratching his scalp with the very tips of her nails. He could cum just like this, probably— at her feet, her hand in his hair. Every time her nails scratched across his scalp, Colin felt a spark of pleasure across his entire body. 

“That feel good?” she asked. Colin nodded a little bit— not enough to bump her hand off of him. His jaw had dropped slightly open. He sighed a little too loudly. “Want more?”

“Yes,” he breathed. She lifted her other hand then, scratching his scalp on either side of his head. Colin groaned loudly. 

“I’m never gonna let you get a haircut from anyone else,” Penelope murmured.

Colin laughed breathlessly, the sound surprising him. He tilted his head down so Penelope would scratch the back. “That’s fine.”

“You’re my good boy, huh?” She did scratch the back of his head. Maybe Colin was having the best day of his life, actually. “All mine.”

“Yeah,” he said, sitting up a little straighter. He couldn’t stop squirming. “Yours. Yours.”

“Why do you like this?” she asked. She was spreading her fingers out, rubbing the nape of his neck with the pads rather than her nails.

“Feels good,” he mumbled. She liked to keep him talking. It was one of the only times Colin didn’t feel like saying anything at all. 

“Why do you like being my puppy?”

He fought the urge to say feels good again. “Like being yours.”

“Yeah?” Pen said. She was now rubbing across his whole head with her flat fingers, the pressure a little harder than when she was scratching. The change in stimulation was making deep noises rumble out of him. “Good. Because you are mine. My pet to do whatever I want with.”

Penelope pushed his hair out of his face then, tugging slightly and pushing his head back in the process. “God, Pen,” Colin moaned.

“And I want you to fuck me, okay?” Penelope said. Colin opened his eyes just as Penelope started to scratch his head again, the pressure harder. She was scratching so hard that her tits were bouncing a little, the tops of them visible over her pretty blue dress. He was gonna start drooling. "So you can't cum."

“Uhhhnnnn,” Colin said, which was probably an obvious form of consent.

“I want you to fill me up,” she said, her voice firm. She was rocking his head slightly. “And if you’re good, I might even let you cum in me.”

“Fuuuuck.” His cock hadn’t stopped dripping from before. But he was a good boy. He wanted to be a good boy. 

“Okay?”

Colin squeezed his eyes shut. Penelope dug her nails into his scalp, and Colin’s back arched. “Ah!”

Penelope hummed, as if she was faced with an interesting fact. She started scratching him again, across his entire scalp. “You can cum just from this, though, can’t you?”

“P— Uhhh.”

“Look at me,” she said. His eyes opened. He met hers. She had her eyes narrowed, a focused, in-control look on her face. He was drooling. He could feel it dripping down his chin. “I’m gonna let you cum.”

Colin moaned loudly, nodding desperately. Would she ride him? Would she shove him down and fuck him into the ground?

“But no touching," she said, reading his mind. "Just from this.”

“Fuck.”

“You’re gonna cum. Make a mess on my pillow,” she said, staring into his eyes. She smiled then, and Colin groaned. She was so gorgeous. “Because you’re my good boy, right?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes—” Colin panted, writhing where he sat.

“And what do good boys do?” Penelope stopped scratching. 

Colin whimpered, shoving his head up into her hands. She kept them flat against the top of his head. She raised her eyebrows at him.

“Whatever you tell me to,” he whined. Penelope giggled.

“Good answer," she said. Then she started to scratch him again. 

“P-pen,” he breathed. His cock was twitching like crazy. He felt like there was lava under his skin. 

“What do you want, pet?” Penelope asked. 

Colin exhaled in a big huff. 

“Do you want to cum?” Penelope asked. “You want to cum on my pillow? Want me to sleep with my face in it?”

He hesitated. Then, squeezing his eyes shut, he shook his head. 

“What do you want, then?”

“Want to make you cum,” he mumbled. Penelope smirked, chuckling softly.

“You’re such a smart doggy, aren’t you?” she said. She lifted her hand in his hair, tugging gently at the hair tangled in her fingers. Colin moaned loudly, arching his back into it. She loosened her grip almost immediately, soothing his hair down. She took a step forward, kissing the top of his head. Then, she tugged on his leash. “Come.”

If Colin's head was foggy before, now it was full of steam. It was like he was locked in a spa. Nothing made sense except following Penelope, even though she was the one cranking up the steam and locking the door.

He crawled after her on his hands and knees as she made her way to the bed, watching the backs of her legs. She lay down; he waited on the floor. His cock was dripping on the carpet. 

“Up,” she said after a moment, patting the bed. Colin stood and got in. “Come kiss me.”

With a soft, grateful breath, Colin kneeled next to her, leaning in and kissing her. She held his cheek, kissing him sweetly. Her other hand was still on his leash; she pulled it gently, directing him. He climbed on top of her.

His cock brushed against her hip as Penelope reached up to keep kissing him. The top of his leash pooled on her chest. Colin felt, rather than saw, as she grabbed it closer to his neck. She held him to her, taking wet kisses from his pliant mouth. Colin wouldn’t have wanted to go anywhere else.

She pulled away, still holding his leash taught enough that Colin had to bend down over her face. 

“Do you want to eat me out? You think you can?” she asked, smiling sweetly up at him. Colin’s exhale stuttered across her face. 

“Really? Can I?” he said, unable to contain his excitement. He loved eating her out. He might have liked it more than she did. Actually, he probably did— he was the one asking to do it all the time. 

She nodded, giggling. Colin grinned, a bright, happy feeling lighting up at the back of his head. Finally. 

He went to move back, remembering only half a second too late that Penelope was holding onto his leash. He yelped a little bit, jerking back in place at the sudden tug on his neck. Penelope’s eyes went wide. And then she started laughing.

Colin flushed, starting to laugh too. 

“Sorry, baby,” Penelope giggled. 

“‘S’okay,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss her chastely. “Can I eat you out, please?”

“Of course,” she said, letting his leash go lax. She leaned up, sucking a quick kiss from him before a hand came up to his head, and Penelope guided him to crawl down her body. 

Colin settled between her legs, wetting his lips as he tried to consider his next steps. She was fully clothed, and she was still holding onto the very end of his leash.

He lifted her dress slightly, just so he could get his head under it. Underneath, Colin was in a beautiful light blue world. Her pussy smelled so good— and she had on those fucking bike shorts. 

He wasted no time, shoving his face right up against her clothed pussy. Penelope gasped loudly, her hips canting upwards. Colin gripped her thighs, holding her still as he rubbed his face against the soaked gusset of her tight, tight shorts. He let his mouth fall open as he rubbed his face up and down, smelling her, feeling her, nipping at the fabric and at her lips underneath. 

“Fuck,” Penelope gasped from somewhere above him.

Colin exhaled hotly against her, continuing to rub his face until he had to take a breath, until the fabric was burning his cheeks and his nose. He pulled back just for the half second it took to breathe, then he bent back in, his tongue out and rubbing against the fabric. He hated how it felt against his tongue, hated how it kept him from her pussy— but he couldn’t stop. He turned his head, biting at the fabric, sinking his teeth into her thigh in the process.  

“Pet,” she said sharply. It was accompanied by a sharp little jerk on the leash. Colin froze, his mouth still closed on her flesh. “Take them off.”

Colin let out a low, grumbly noise. He dragged his teeth up her skin, closing them around the fabric on her thigh. He tugged— the fabric stretched, but didn’t pull. 

“Pull from the top.” 

Colin froze again, then he sat up, the dress slinking off his head.

“Sorry,” he breathed. Penelope looked wild, her free hand up grabbing at her now frizzy hair. How long had he been down there?

She shook her head. Her chest was heaving. “You’re being such a good boy,” she said, her voice a little high-pitched. “I just wanna cum on your face.”

Colin flushed, nodding a little bit. He ran his hands up her thighs, tugging her shorts down. She was wearing underwear underneath— he pulled those off with them. Penelope helped him, drawing her legs up so Colin could tug them down her calves and off her feet. He tossed them onto the floor, turning to see Penelope open her legs wide while tugging gently on the leash. He started to crawl forward, a man possessed. 

“Don’t cum,” Penelope reminded him suddenly, meeting his eyes. Colin took a deep breath, flicking his eyes from her face to her pussy. She was so pretty— flushed and messy and twitching. She was always so pretty. He couldn’t believe that he got to touch her there, let alone taste her. He wet his lips, swallowing. 

He could get up on his hands and knees so he didn’t rub his cock against the bed, but then he wouldn’t get the angle he preferred. He chewed on his lip for a second, considering.

“Do you need help being good for me?” Penelope asked, as if reading his mind. Colin looked up at her and nodded, his mouth falling slightly open with his harsh breathing. She tsked once, starting to sit up again. “Oh, poor puppy.” 

Colin’s lower lip trembled a little bit. He nodded again, dipping his chin in. 

“Lie down,” she said, getting up on her knees. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Colin crawled over to his side of the bed, lying down and reaching over for her. Penelope came easily, straddling his neck and perching, very momentarily, on his chest. The weight of her there was surprising but welcome. He let the breath leave his body, let himself sink into the bed. Penelope would take care of him. She always did. 

What it did do though, was wake him up for a moment. His beautiful wife, hovering above him. He could be puppy in a minute— right now, he needed to focus.

“I love you,” Colin breathed once she got back up on her knees. He was staring up at her as she paused to run her hands through his hair. He probably looked insane. She smiled, slipping a hand down to cup his cheek. 

“I love you, Colin,” she said, leaning over to look at him directly. Her hair was framing her face, redness shimmering in the early evening sunlight. She looked soft and lovely. She looked like the best parts of his past, and the best parts of his present, and all his future too. 

“Thank you for doing this,” he said. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” she murmured, rubbing her thumb across his cheek. “I like doing this. I like you.”

He couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across his face, turning his head into her hand. He rubbed his nose against her palm, then pressed a soft kiss there. 

“And I like it when you eat me out,” she added, making Colin giggle a little bit. “More than you like it.”

“Not true,” he said. “You keep saying that, and it’s not true. Stop lying to me.”

Penelope laughed, her stomach rippling with it. Colin reached up, setting a hand against it, feeling her. He slid his hand to her side, squeezing her gently. She felt so nice under his hands. He wanted to marry her again. 

“How are you feeling?” she asked. Maybe it was weird that this was their moment of respite, her hovering above him, but Colin appreciated it nonetheless. 

“I feel good,” he said. “I feel like you could bully me for another couple of hours.”

Penelope scoffed. “You were the one who suggested we add edging to this, Colin. Last week, remember?”

“Heeey,” he said, squeezing her sides as he grinned. “Don’t drop the bit. I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

Penelope laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, sorry. Let me get back in character.”

“You don’t really have a character here. You’re just, like, hot. I’m the one with a character.”

She snorted. “Okay, let me get you back in character then, smarty pants.”

“How’re you gonna do that?”

“Easy,” she said. Then, her hand slid down to his collar. First she trailed a finger along it, wetting her lips. Colin instantly went breathless, his chin tilting up. He felt her fingers slide in between the leather and his throat. For a second, she just held him there, the pressure steady on his neck as she stared him down. Colin swallowed, feeling her fingers rise beneath it. “Because you do whatever I tell you to, don’t you?”

Colin wet his lips. He nodded slightly. His pulse was pounding. 

“So if I tell you you’re my little puppy…” Colin nodded again. He was breathing a little faster, unsure if it was obstructed by her hand or by how excited he was. “Then what would you do? You’d be my puppy, wouldn’t you?”

Colin nodded again. A little whimper left him. 

“Would you bark for me?”

His lips parted. 

“Would you eat my pussy until I cum all over your face?”

All his breath left him in a rush. He nodded rapidly, breathing be damned. 

Penelope smiled sweetly, her thumb rubbing against his neck. Then, very suddenly, she tugged him forward. Instead of lowering herself onto his face, Penelope pulled him up to her pussy.

Colin groaned loudly as Penelope started to rock her hips, rubbing her wetness all over him. He closed his eyes, letting her become his whole world; her smell, her taste, her softness. 

“That’s right, puppy,” Penelope said. She was still holding onto his collar, trapping him. “Give me your tongue.”

He stuck his tongue out, flattening it. Penelope readjusted, shifting down so she could start rubbing her clit directly against his tongue. 

“Yeah,” she breathed. “That’s a good boy.”

Colin moaned, and Penelope paused to lower his head back to the bed, releasing his collar. He was grateful to let his neck relax. He was even more grateful when she lowered herself on top of him, letting her delicious weight sink onto him. He moaned, turning his head side to side, taking a deep breath. She smelled so fucking good. 

Penelope raised her hands to his hair. She scratched his scalp a couple of times mindlessly as Colin smelled her, then she ground her hips down firmly. 

“Tongue,” she reminded him. Colin let his mouth fall open again, and Penelope immediately started to grind on his tongue, her hips moving in languid, rolling motions. Her hands readjusted in his hair, holding him down against the bed as she rode his tongue. She tasted so fucking good. “Yeah. Trained you so well, huh?”

Colin moaned. He hardly even needed to move— Penelope’s rocking was getting steadily faster. All he did was grip her hips, her waist, her thighs. All he did was stay right where he was, letting her rub her clit against his tongue, against his lips, even against his chin.

“Oh, that’s so fucking good. You were made for this. Made for me," she breathed, grinding up against his nose. Colin let his eyes shut, letting her go as long as he could handle it before tilting his head back to take a deep breath. 

“Now, suck on my clit,” she said. Colin dipped his head back down, licking a wide stripe up her slit before moving his hand, reaching around her thigh so he could spread her lips with two fingers. Then, he circled his tongue around her clit before wrapping his lips around it. He sucked, opening his eyes just in time to see Penelope’s head throw back. “Yes!”

Colin had to close his eyes again. He couldn’t watch her like that. She was still wearing her dress, even though it was halfway pushed up her stomach now. But, with the way she leaned forward to grab his hair, and with her wild rocking, her tits were practically popping out the top. She told him not to cum. She told him. 

“So fucking good!” she cried. Her voice was high pitched and loud— she was close. 

He shoved his face forward, swirling his tongue around her just how she liked it. And then, just to get her there, he started to hum. 

“Yes, yes— ah!”

It was beautiful, watching her arch her back, feeling her lose control of holding herself on top of him, going along for the ride as she bucked and bucked against his face. He let his lips go lax, letting her start rocking against his tongue again, letting her cum dribble into his mouth, feeling her pulse and shiver.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, Penelope shoved gently at Colin’s head, rolling over and falling onto the bed next to him. She was shaking.

Colin wiped off his face with the back of his arm, swallowing hard between deep, gulping breaths. He turned over then, wrapping an arm around her. She had her eyes squeezed shut. She always got like this when he sucked on her clit— overstimulated and shaky. Colin liked it. His chest felt warm. 

Colin pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. He tucked his nose in her neck. She smelled like sweat and stale perfume. She tasted like sweat and stale perfume. So salty and nice. She was so nice, letting Colin lick her neck. He was so lucky. 

After a moment, she let out a loud, satiated breath, lifting a hand to the back of Colin’s head. He shifted his hips forward, rubbing himself, just a little bit, against the side of her pretty, thick thigh. 

“Does puppy want his reward?” Penelope asked, her satisfied-sounding voice floating up above them as her fingers curled into his hair. Colin didn’t say anything, just kept kitten (puppy) licking at her neck. He leaned over her, trying to lick at the other side. He’d already gotten his reward, as far as he was concerned. She had such a soft, delicious neck. “You want your reward for being such a good boy?”

Colin snuffed softly, leaning in and nipping at her collarbone. He didn’t want anything but this. Maybe he’d cum on her thigh, just to ease the ache. But nothing was more important than the thrumming satisfaction he felt at licking up her post-orgasm sweat. 

“Hmm? No?” Penelope asked. Colin felt her head turn, but didn’t look up. He started to suck on her shoulder where her sleeve had slid down a little. “You don’t even know what the reward is, sweet boy.”

Maybe she’d let him lick her more. “What is it?” he mumbled against her skin. 

“I’m gonna let you feel me cum on your pretty cock,” she breathed, scratching his scalp gently. “Do you want that?”

“Yes,” Colin said immediately, pushing himself up. Penelope hummed, then flipped herself around. She sat up on her knees, smirking at him before lowering herself to her hands. 

“Then come get your treat,” she said, swaying her hips a little bit.  

Colin’s breath left him in a rush. He scrambled to rearrange himself behind her, shoving her dress up so her ass was bare. 

And god, she was so gorgeous on her hands and knees, his leash held against the bed. Her ass in the air, soft skin offered up just for him. He couldn’t help it— he bent down, biting her ass cheek hard. Penelope gasped out a moan, tugging sharply at his leash.

Colin exhaled harshly, swiping his tongue soothingly over the spot then kissing it— as if in apology. She hummed, swaying her hips slightly. 

He immediately wanted to bite her again.

Instead, he inched forward on the bed, closing his hands around Penelope’s hips. He pressed his hips up against her ass, his cock between her cheeks. Their skin was burning hot where it met. His cock ached and ached and ached.

“Come on, pet,” Penelope said. “Give me what’s mine.”

“Fuck,” Colin breathed. 

He inched back slightly, stroking himself a couple times before pressing his cock into her.

“That’s right,” she purred. She was so wet— warm and relaxed from her orgasm. Colin had to pause, dropping his head and squeezing his eyes shut so he didn’t cum then and there. “Keep going. You can do it, baby."

Colin grunted softly. He bit down hard on his lower lip, and then he pushed more in. Penelope took him easily, soft noises and tiny little praises spilling from her lips as he gave her inch after inch. Finally, his hips pressed flush against her ass. He exhaled lowly. 

He rubbed her hips, taking slow, deep breaths to try to calm the roaring in his stomach. He tilted his head back, his chest heaving slightly. She felt so good around him. 

She tugged harshly on his leash, waking him from his reverie. Colin looked at her. She tugged again. 

“Come here,” she said. 

Nodding, Colin draped himself over her, setting his hands down on the bed right in front of hers. As soon as he was on top of her, Penelope pulled the leash tighter, holding him flat against her body. 

Penelope turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him. “Fuck me,” she breathed. 

He gripped the sheets. And he did. 

Maybe he would’ve warmed her up, or teased her, or done any number of things in normal circumstances. Now, though, he was an animal. He drove his cock into her over and over, humping so hard that each thrust jerked her forward. Her body was bouncing against him, soft thighs getting slapped by his hips and shoulders bracketed by his arms so that she could do nothing but bounce right back onto his cock, her moans breathy and tight. Everywhere she moved, there he was, fucking her and fucking her and fucking her. 

“Mine,” he growled. Penelope nodded her head, a high pitched noise leaving her as she tugged the leash hard enough to make him jerk his head forward. He kept it there, shoving his nose into the back of her head. “Mine, mine, mine.”

“And…” she started, her voice tight and desperate. “And you’re… m-mine!”

He groaned loudly— snarling really— his eyes rolling back in his head as he bit down on her shoulder, on the collar of her dress, even on her hair. Each harsh breath brought Penelope’s sweet, sweet sweat into his body. 

“Yours,” he gasped, shoving his face into the back of her neck. “Yours, yours, yours.”

She was getting closer. She started making high, sharp little noises each time his hips slapped against her ass. “Yes, yes yes!” s and “fuck me! Fuck me harder! Fucking break me!” s and Colin’s ears were ringing, his whole body, his whole life boiling down to the sole purpose of driving Penelope through the fucking bed.

Colin shifted his hand, covering Penelope’s. He laced their fingers, the handle of his leash held tight in their grasp, just as he snapped his hips forward. Penelope let out a loud cry, her arms giving out. They canted forward, Penelope’s face shoving into the bed and Colin getting pulled down right with her.

“Don’t stop. Dontstopdontstopdont—" Penelope said, turning her face so her cheek was on the bed. Colin grunted, wrapping his arm around her neck, holding her in place as he resumed his pace. "Uhhh! It's so good!"

Penelope was still babbling, her drool dripping down onto Colin’s forearm. She was squirming under him, pulling and pulling and pulling at his leash. It hurt the back of his neck. It made it hard to breathe right, even as his chest was heaving with the exertion. Sweat dripped down his face and into his open mouth. 

And then, with a loud, sudden cry, Penelope started to pulse and flutter around him, her pussy clenching so tight around him that Colin could do nothing but shove his hips in, cumming so hard that his eyes rolled back in his head. 

“Fuck, Pen!”

He was groaning so loudly that his own ears were rattling. His whole body was full of a tight, pleasurable fire. There were stars exploding inside his head. She kept cumming, her pussy fluttering around him— squeezing the cum out of him.

“Colin, Colin!"

He came, and came, and came. His hips were jerking in tiny little resolute motions. And then, with one final hot streak spilling into her, Colin was done, his head slumping down on her back. 

"Baby I'm—" Penelope started, her voice hoarse. "It's too much I—"

He pulled out wordlessly, falling onto the bed next to her. Penelope, too, fell fully onto the bed, her face turned towards him and her legs splaying out.

Colin stared at her, breathing so hard he thought his chest might explode. She was breathing hard too. The leash was still in her hand. He reached over and grabbed her arm, connecting them once again.

He should, he thought, get up and clean her off. Get her something to drink, and massage her back and her ass and her neck. But it was like he couldn’t move— he just stared at her fuzzily, waiting for his body to listen to him.

Then, Penelope smiled. 

“You did so good,” she said earnestly, still out of breath. Colin started blinking quickly. She reached out, dropping his leash and cupping his cheek. “You were so good for me.”

“Pen,” he whimpered. 

“Come here, baby,” Penelope said, rolling over onto her side (with effort) and reaching for him. Colin turned over, letting her pull him into her chest. He was so bone-achingly tired. He took a deep, unsteady breath. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” Colin said quietly. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

“No, baby. I’m great,” Penelope said. “I mean, I'm gonna feel it tomorrow, but that's just what I wanted. I have the best husband in the world.”

Colin felt the tears running down his cheeks before he knew he was about to cry. He wrapped his arms around her, sniffling. 

“Why are you crying?” she asked softly, rubbing his back. “Something hurt?”

Colin shook his head.

“Just feels like a lot?”

Colin nodded. 

Penelope let out a long breath; Colin listened to it escape her, trying to match her breathing even though he was hiccupping through his tears. She inhaled. Colin wished he was the air. 

“That’s okay,” Penelope said. “I’ve got you.”

That just made him want to cry more. Penelope held him, gently rubbing his back. He felt hot, and dizzy, and needy. He kept trying to scoot closer to her. He wanted to be on top of her and underneath her and inside of her chest. 

She held him for a long while, waiting until his sniffles died down before attempting to move. Even then, it was just to peel off her dress and bra and get Colin to share the bottle of water with her. Then, she settled back into bed with him. They faced each other, their legs tangling together. Penelope smiled softly at him. 

“Can I take your collar off, Colin?” Penelope asked gently. She had one arm wrapped tightly around his waist, the other reaching up and touching his throat.

Colin took a deep breath, then nodded. He tilted his head back, letting Penelope unhook the buckle. Cool air rushed in to meet the sweaty skin underneath it. He sighed softly. 

She tossed it onto the floor, rubbing the pads of her fingers soothingly over his neck. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his Adam's apple. 

“I love you,” she murmured against his skin. Colin felt it rattle through his body. He exhaled, sinking more into the bed. More into her. 

“I love you too,” he said.

“Do you feel better?” she asked, touching her nose to his. Colin nodded. "Good," she said, then pressed a soft kiss to Colin's lips. 

"Can we take a nap?" Colin asked quietly. Penelope smiled, pushing his hair out of his face. 

"I wouldn't wanna do anything else."