Mr. Walker directed her to a seat that would have had her sitting with her back to the door. Well since her kidnapping Penelope had a problem with people walking up behind her, understandably so. Instead of taking the seat he indicated she took the other seat. This one gave her a clear view of the door and of Mr. Walker. Much better. She was about to offer Mr. Walker an apology and an explanation but the look on his face stunned her. He looked pissed to the teeth. His fists were clenched and his jaw was clamped so tight Penelope was sure he cracked a few teeth.
“That is not the seat I offered you.” He growled out between his teeth. Trent was beginning to understand why Mark got so angry with this mouthwatering woman.
“I am aware of that.” That was the only answer that Penelope offered.
“Ms. Hanson, when a Dom offers or gives you something, you should take it without question or complaint otherwise there will be consequences. All subs know this.”
Penelope regarded him coolly for all of five seconds before she responded with an equally cool tone. She was not going to let this man intimidate her. “As I am sure you are aware, I am not entirely familiar with the whys and wherefores of this lifestyle. Plus if you had bothered to do any kind of research on people requesting membership to your club, you would understand why I will not sit in that chair. Also you are not my Dom. I am here to interview for consideration for membership. Lastly, if you hadn’t noticed, I am not a sub.” He was still towering over her and she was starting to get pissed off. Penelope did not like looking up at someone during an argument or altercation. She preferred to meet adversity on her feet. Bearing that in mind, Penelope slowly rose to her feet as if getting ready to meet a threat. “I also think you will find punishing me somewhat difficult.”
This woman continued to amaze Trent. If there was one thing about her that he knew for certain, she was no submissive. She was definitely a dominant. She never once broke eye contact with him as she spoke, most submissives would have averted their gaze when he spoke harshly to them. This woman did no such thing and she also got up from her chair when she felt she was being challenged. There was something very special about her.
Trent chuckled. “I highly doubt that you could stop me if I decided to punish you, Ms. Hanson.” Her audacity astounded him.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Mr. Walker. Circumstances in my life have forced me to become more than able to defend myself. I shoot a sniper rifle and a handgun at expert level so my soldiers tell me. I have also been trained in hand-to-hand combat fighting by Marines and Special Forces. I think I would be able to handle myself if presented with a threat.” Penelope wasn’t bragging. She was simply stating facts.
Trent stared at her shocked. “I didn’t take you for a soldier.” He regarded her intensely as he went behind his desk to sit down.
“I’m not a soldier. I was a nurse at the hospital on post.” She offered no other explanation.
“You were a nurse?” he asked her, curious if she would explain further.
“Circumstances forced me to take a leave of absence and also to seek out your club.” She continued to regard him coolie.
Now Trent was definitely curious. “I’m curious, Ms. Hanson. Why did you seek out my club? What service could I provide for you?”
Penelope didn’t miss his innuendo. “I have what some might consider an odd irrational fear that I need to work through and your club is just what I need to do that.”
“I’m still a little confused as to how the particular lifestyle we cater to here at The Dungeon can help you, Ms. Hanson.” He was studying her with his cool blue eyes and Penelope was trying very hard not to squirm under his scrutiny. She knew it had come to the crucial point. It was do or die.
“I have a fear of submitting to the will of others. My fear of submitting caused me to have to take the leave of absence from my job. This irrational fear is causing me a lot of trouble in my life. I’m also aware that the submission I am talking about and the type of submission that goes on here are not the same things, but it is the closest thing I have found.”
Trent regarded the woman. During her explanation as to why she wanted to be a member of his club, she finally showed signs of insecurity. She was looking at her hands as they lay in her lap and she twisted her fingers. When she finally realized what she was doing she jerked herself to stop and looked up at him. He could still see the uncertainty shining in her eyes. Trent was stunned to realize that this really bothered her.
“The thing is, Mr. Walker, I’m not scared of anything. Well except maybe snakes but the point is I don’t have irrational fears. This seems to be the only thing that has carried over from a particular incident in my life and it is unacceptable. I need to beat this.”
She kept smiling up at him and Trent couldn’t help himself. He tilted her chin up farther and leaned down taking her lips in a sweet kiss. It started as just a simple caress of the lips but the minute Penelope’s arms moved around his neck, the kiss changed. It became fierce and questing. Each of them searching for something they didn’t really understand but needing it none the less.
Trent groaned when Penelope took his bottom lip between hers and sucked eagerly. His tongue slid into her mouth and she tasted like heaven. She was sweet with another taste that was uniquely Penelope. Trent couldn’t get enough. He straightened Penelope and she straddled his lap until their bodies were flush. His hands stroked from where he held her face, down her back, and over her lush ass cheeks. He pulled her even tighter against him and rubbed her hot pussy against his throbbing cock. They were both wearing blue jeans but he could still feel her heat through their clothes. God, she was so hot literally and figuratively.
Penelope was wearing a pretty red shirt that was cut low in the front showing of her tempting cleavage. Trent grabbed the shirt in the middle and pulled it exposing her bra. He almost lost it then and there. The bra was red like the shirt with black lace edges and a black bow in the center. He growled and leaned forward running his tongue just under the edge of the sexy contraption. Trent was watching her reaction through hooded eyes. Penelope had one hand still clutching his neck but upon feeling his hot, wet tongue sliding under the edge of her bra she bowed her back offering him more.
“Oh God!” Her voice was husky as she spoke.
Trent then yanked one of the cups down exposing her full pale breast. It was topped with a perfectly pink, hard nipple. He immediately took the tempting nub in his mouth and sucked greedily. Penelope began grinding her pussy on his hard cock at the sensation. He grabbed her ass pushing her down harder into the caress. They were almost frantic in their pace reaching for a climax that was just out of reach.
“Oh, fuck, baby! Yeah just like that!” Trent groaned. He knew she was close. Trent could feel Penelope’s body start shaking. He took in the sensual vision she made while in the throes of passion. She held on to his neck with one hand. Her back was bowed in a sexy arch and her head was thrown back with her blonde curls flowing down her back. “Look at me. baby,” Trent growled. “I wanna watch as you come. Do you wanna come, baby?” Trent was breathing hard and sweat was beading on his face.
Penelope looked up at Trent with passion glazed eyes. She was biting her full bottom lip. Her skin was flushed and glowing with a fine sheen of moisture. She made an erotic vision and Trent was taking it all in.
It took Penelope’s passion clouded mind a minute to process Trent’s question before she gave her breathy and husky answer. “Yes, I want to come. Please, make me come!”
Just hearing this strong, confident, and sexy woman beg for her orgasm sent Trent into a frenzy. He leaned forward and took her taunt nipple in his hot mouth and bit her with just enough force to cause a little pain. He heard Penelope gasp and lifted his head to watch her.