Chapter 465 Theater gallery- Part 4

While she was in her own thoughts, she missed the sound of Damien unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

Damien stepped closer to her, holding the side of her waist. With his other hand, he held the length of his manhood which had turned warm and hard. Moving it up and down, he brought it close to her entrance. Teasing her as he rubbed the tip of his manhood on the lips of her entrance. The glistening wetness between her legs made it easier for him to move and he heard her take a sharp breath once he started to increase the tempo of his movements.

But he only teased her, stirring her mind and thoughts to a puddle of nothingness. The music that was played outside vibrated against the glass, shaking it ever so slightly. If Penny would have placed her hands on the glass she would have been able to sense it but with her hands tied, she was held in place with a lack of movements.

Every time Damien's length pushed into her wet folds but not entirely, just enough to tease her while holding himself back and losing his own mind, Penny's body moved forward to be held back. The more he teased her, the more wanted to free her hands so that she could grip or place her hands somewhere much more comfortably.

Damien pulled her back, continuing to rub himself and then turn her around to look at the art of mess he had created.

Penny was panting for air desperately. He was torturing her in ways where she wished she could do something about it. Wanting to squeeze her legs to relieve herself from what she was feeling. Her core was throbbing, wanting and waiting to let her tip her off the cliff which Damien was pushing and pulling her.

He ran his thumb across her lips, brushing it over and then kissing her back again. Claiming her lips like she was just his which she was and none would have her as he did. No one would ever hold her the way he did. Penny's lips looked swollen right now. Her cheeks red and her green eyes staring at him.

With his body so close to her, he put his hands around her back, pulling the scarf which he had tied around her hand. Dropping the scarf, on the floor he brought her hands around, taking both her hands and placing it on his manhood.

He whispered to her, his eyes staring into the depth of her soul, "Move your hands, mouse," He let go of his hands on hers. Penny's heart had started to beat louder than ever, nervous as this was the first time. It felt warm in her hand, hard and h