CHAPTER 190: WARM EMBRACE (3)

Warning! Mature content.

Penelope wished she had planned so she had something to tie his hands with, but there was nothing nearby besides the ribbon tied into a bow at the front of her dress.

"Can I?" Penelope wondered, pulling at the ribbon to snap it off her dress. "Why was that so easy?" She asked, shocked that it was no longer part of her dress.

Tyrion smiled. "I don’t think this dress is meant for you to wear again. It all looks easy for me to discard if we were in a rush."

Penelope tugged the ribbon so it was no longer in the shape of a bow and used it to tie Tyrion’s hands.

"I would have been obedient," Tyrion said.

It would only take one attempt for Tyrion to snap the ribbon and hold Penelope if he wanted. Nothing would get in his way of touching her now.

"It’s to be cautious," Penelope replied.

Penelope continued to undress Tyrion, but as she did so, she enjoyed the sight of him in his uniform.

It would have been better if she had witnessed him training. She would have been bold to pull him into a room and have her way with him, as Tyrion called it.

Penelope freed Tyrion from the confines of his pants, and already, he stood tall and proud before her. They had only kissed, yet he was already erect.

Has the gown done this?

Penelope touched him, just as he had guided her before. She didn’t move at first, just to tease him. She smiled after noticing how he stared at her like he was plotting his revenge.

Penelope didn’t mind it since she was certain she was going to enjoy whatever he came up with.

Penelope gripped him, but not to the point that it would hurt. A sound escaped his lips, which pleased Penelope.

Could she get what she wanted out of him now that he was in this state?

Penelope moved her hand in a rhythm just as she remembered. She hoped to have gotten better at this.

"Penelope," she heard her name.

Tyrion’s jaw was locked, and his hands started to move to snap the ribbon, so Penelope knew she had to act fast.

Before they started, Penelope wanted to satisfy Tyrion just once. As her hand worked to do so, Penelope leaned forward to kiss him again.

Tyrion had been gone all day, so she was making up for the times she could not kiss him.

Penelope continued to pleasure Tyrion during their kiss. She smiled against his lips since he was completely in the palm of her hand.

She winced as Tyrion found a way to bite her lips, but Penelope found the action to be sensual.

It wasn’t long before his tongue was in her mouth, deepening the kiss. He matched the same desire Penelope experienced.

Tyrion was quite close to snapping the ribbon, but he held on to Penelope’s wishes.

Penelope broke away from the kiss when Tyrion spilt his seed over her hand.

She smiled, satisfied with her work, while Tyrion appeared to be a little frustrated. Penelope bit her lip to not laugh at his current state.

"I will get back at you for this," Tyrion said, and he intended to fulfil what he planned.

Penelope ran her fingers down his muscular chest, enjoying the feel of his body. "I look forward to your revenge, Prince Tyrion."

Tyrion closed his eyes momentarily after Penelope addressed him by his title. She was up to no good.

He gave her an entire day to plot against him, and Penelope was carrying out her plan very well.

"Are you drunk?" Tyrion asked.

"Did you taste any wine when you kissed me? I don’t need to be drunk to do this, Tyrion. I’m in my right mind," Penelope promised.

Penelope touched Tyrion’s manhood again. How was it possible that he was so erect again?

Rather than please him with her hand again, Penelope kept her hold on his length and tried her best to have him enter her without Tyrion’s help. It was a struggle at first, but Penelope managed to do it.

Soon, she was fully nestled on him with his length inside of her.

Penelope rested her hands on his chest, taking a moment to get used to the feeling of him inside of her.

They had been intimate the night before, but the feeling was always better than she remembered.

"You have my hands tied, Penelope. You need to move," said Tyrion.

"Do I? Isn’t this how you tease me?" Penelope cheekily asked.

She had every intention of moving soon because sitting still with all of him inside of her was too much to bear, but she couldn’t miss the chance to tease Tyrion.

When else would she be able to do this?

Tyrion was in a terrible position since not only did Penelope decide not to move, but she wasn’t wearing anything under her gown, so she didn’t have to take it off. He got to admire what she wore a little longer.

Penelope was satisfied seeing how much more frustrated Tyrion had become, so she started to move. She kept her eyes on Tyrion as she moved.

Penelope’s head was thrown back and her toes curled as she rode him at a pace she liked. The sight of Tyrion in his uniform still filled her mind and fueled her actions now.

Penelope forgot all about teasing Tyrion, and right with her, Tyrion forgot about Penelope’s order not to move his hands.

With one attempt, Tyrion snapped the ribbon tied around his hands.

This action startled Penelope as their bodies shook for a second because of the force he used to snap the ribbon.

"Tyrion!" Penelope scolded him. "You weren’t to move. What happened to you being obedient?"

Tyrion sat up, his left hand placed on her waist whilst his right hand went to squeeze her buttocks. "Punish me as you see fit for misbehaving. You’ve had your little fun, Penelope. Let me have mine."