Chapter 163 Now, Let's Begin Third Person POV Her back hit the wall of her bedroom before she could take another breath as Reese took charge of the kiss. The cold surface bit through her wet trenchcoat, but his body heat instantly caged her in. One palm braced beside her head, the other slid down her side like he owned her—like her body was just an extension of his will. “You’re starting something, Penny” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. “I hope you know what you're asking for.” She opened her mouth to retort, but the sharp drag of his fingers down to her hip made the words catch in her throat. Instead her lips parted, “isn't this why you're here? Why you're back in my life? Why not just get on with it?” “Don’t even think about stopping me,” he said, eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry. “You know me.” She said, breathing heavily. His hand slowly reached out and tugged on the belt of her coat. Then slowly he dragged it off her body, throwing it to the ground. “You remember your safe word, don't you?” He drawled, a sly smirk curving his lips. Without missing a beat, she said. “Rogue.” The moment those words left her lips, he moved fast. His lips crashed into hers with maddening speed. The kiss was brutal, hungry, like he was trying to brand her from the inside out. His hands framed her waist, possessive, rough, and yet she couldn’t stop the sound that slipped from her throat. She clutched at his jacket, feeling the heat of his body, the solid strength of him pressed flush against her. “Reese,” She gasped between kisses, her voice half-shock, half-moan when he pulled the wet trenchcoat off her body impatiently. “I want you naked,” he simply said as his mouth trailed down her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear. He swiftly unhooked her bra, flinging it to a corner of the room. She shivered, her knees threatening to give out. “And I want you now.” She protested. But the words died on Penelope’s tongue, choked off by the pressure of Reese’s fingers around her throat. Not enough to truly cut her air, not yet, but enough to make the threat vibrate in her bones. “You think you’re in control,” he murmured, lips brushing hers. “You’re not. Not here. Not with me.” His other hand moved to the waistband of his dark trousers, the click of the buckle unnaturally loud. He pulled his belt from the hoops and took a moment to tie them around her wrists behind her back. Then next, the sharp hiss of his zipper broke the air, and suddenly he was pushing her down onto her knees. “Get on your fucking knees, Penelope.” He freed himself, the hard length springing free, already flushed and rigid. The carpet felt rough beneath her knees. The mirror behind him showed everything—her bound, kneeling, looking up at him while his cock stood hard and heavy in his hand. Pumping. Rain lashed the windowpane, a frantic counterpoint to the heavy silence inside the room. Her trenchcoat now lay discarded on the floor beside her bra, a beige puddle around her knees where he’d forced her down moments before. The scent of his Oud mingled easily with her Jasmine scent. His eyes, dark and unreadable in the flickering light, held hers captive. "Good," he murmured, the single word rough, approving. His thumb stroked the frantic pulse point beneath her jaw. "You still remember how to be still." Her breath hitched. Stillness felt like surrender, like drowning. The confident woman who commanded courtrooms felt galaxies away, replaced by this trembling creature kneeling on her own plush rug, body exposed. She craved it. Hated it. Needed it with a ferocity that scared her.Reese shifted his grip, sliding his hand from her throat to cup the back of her head. Not gentle. Directive. "Open," he commanded, his voice dropping lower, stripping away any pretense of request. He didn't guide her, didn't coax. He applied pressure to the back of her head, a silent, undeniable force. "All the way," he growled. "Now.” Her lips parted on instinct, and he slid the tip across them slowly, smearing precum against her mouth like a claim. Her cheeks burned when she realized her security camera in the corner had the perfect view. “Look up,” he ordered, and when she obeyed, his groan was guttural. “That’s it. God, you look made for this.” He fed himself into her mouth, not inch by inch—but at once, one hand tangled in her hair to control the pace as he thrust shallowly between her lips. “Too much?” he asked roughly, though his smirk said he already knew the answer. She gagged slightly, but his grip didn't soften. “Good girl. Take what you want. Suck it like you've missed it.” Her lashes fluttered, her mouth stretched wide, drool slipping down her chin as he used her with hard, rough thrusts. Every sound was obscene in that space: the wet suck of her mouth, his low curses, his grunts. "Yeah," Reese hissed, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her closer still. "Just like that. Take it." He began to move, shallow thrusts at this point, testing her limits, then deeper, harder. Her gag reflex flared, sharp and insistent. “See the mirror?” he rasped, holding her still as he rocked deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat. “That’s you. On your knees for me. Only for me. No one else is ever going to have this effect on you, Penny. Only me.” She moaned around him, the vibration dragging a shudder out of him. His hips snapped forward harder, his composure slipping. One hand tightened painfully in her hair, the other pressing her head just enough to make tears prick her eyes. “Fuck—look at you,” he groaned, watching himself disappear into her mouth repeatedly. “Ruined lips, bound hands, letting me take everything. You’ll never forget this.” She moaned around him, the sound muffled, desperate. His groan echoed hers, deeper, triumphant. He thrust harder, faster, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt. Her throat worked, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock until his curses turned ragged. He pulled her mouth fully down, holding her there as his body tensed.“Swallow it,” he ordered, voice breaking as he spilled down her throat. His groan echoed off the walls, loud and satisfied, his hand trembling in her hair. “Every fucking drop, Penelope.” He held her there for a long, agonizing moment, buried deep, before slowly withdrawing. Penelope gasped, dragging in ragged breaths, her throat raw, her lips swollen and wet. But a smile stretched across them still. For the first time in years, she was being dominated, just how she wanted. Neither of the men she'd been with after Reese had the audacity to treat her this way. They were all scared of her. All too polite and gentlemanly. But not Reese. Reese knew how submissive this strong woman was in bed. And he wasn't afraid to show how dominant he was either. She slumped forward slightly, resting her forehead against his thigh, trembling violently. The taste lingered on her tongue, potent and intimate. He tugged her head back up, smirking as if nothing had happened. “Now, let's begin, Penelope.” She whimpered despite the arousal soaking up her panties. Reese didn't give her time to recover. His hands were on her shoulders, hauling her upright. "Up," he commanded, his voice rough-edged, urgent. He spun her effortlessly, her back colliding with his chest. One arm banded across her collarbones, pinning her arms loosely at her sides. The other hand slid down, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip. He kicked her legs apart with his booted foot. "Bend over.” She stumbled forward, her legs forgetting how to carry her forward. Her hands landed on the edge of the ornate vanity, rattling the perfume bottles. Her reflection stared back—wide, wet blue eyes, flushed cheeks, blonde hair wild around her face. Behind her, Reese stood. Now completely naked. His hand left her hip, fingers sliding roughly beneath the delicate lace edge of her panties, tearing them down her thighs in one brutal motion. They pooled around her ankles. He kicked them aside. “You fucking wore this for that fucker, didn't you?” She bit down on her lip, nodding. “Yes, sir.” His palm landed hard on her ass cheek, a sharp, stinging slap that made her cry out and jerk forward. “You wanted him to fuck you tonight.” He growled harshly. “You wanted him to have this.” He cupped her pussy roughly before landing another harsh slap on her ass cheek.Tears blurred her vision as her nipples stiffened into hard peaks. Her arousal skyrocketed. “Yes, sir!” Another slap. “You wanted him to spread these thighs and ruin you tonight.” He whispered into her ear, pulling her head up. “Yes, sir.” She gasped in pleasure. “I wanted him to fuck me!” He landed two hard slaps on both ass cheeks making her jump. “Oh God! Yes!” She moaned, despite the stinging feeling coming from where he just spanked. “He could never fuck you like I do, Penny.” He whispered. She nodded. “He could never own you like this.” He further proved his point by grabbing her breast and squeezing painfully. She moaned, her entire body ripe with pleasure. “Fuck me, sir! Please! Take me!” "Good girl." he smirked, his hand pressing firmly between her shoulder blades, forcing her torso down onto the cool wood of the vanity. Her cheek pressed against the surface, her breasts flattened on it. She stared blindly at her own distorted reflection in the polished wood grain. She felt him behind her, tearing open a condom with his teeth, and she watched him roll it on. Then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. There was no preamble, no gentle breach. Reese just drove into her in one powerful, relentless thrust. Penelope screamed. The sound was muffled by the wood beneath her cheek, ripped from her lungs by the sudden, wanted, brutal invasion. It burned, stretching her impossibly wide as I'd been years since her walls welcomed his size. She scrabbled against the vanity surface, her nails scraping wood. “Oh God. Yes!” She screamed, enjoying every moment of being taken by him. "Fuck," Reese groaned, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, anchoring her as he withdrew almost completely, then slammed back in. Again. And again. The rhythm was relentless, punishing. Each thrust drove her harder against the vanity, rattling the bottles. The sharp scent of spilled perfume joined the cacophony of smells–sex, sweat, coffee, rain. Her moans were involuntary, punched out of her in passion with each deep penetration. Pleasure coiled tight, viciously intertwined with the ache, the helplessness, the sheer force of his possession. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. "You feel that?" he rasped, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "Feel how fucking deep I am inside you? How hard I fuck you? How good you take it?" She could only nod and whimper—a broken sound. “Use your fucking words, Penelope!” He hissed, thrusting harder. “I feel it!” She screamed out, her face reddening. “And what do you say?!” “Thank you!” She whimpered. “Thank you, sir!” “That's my girl.” He said. She cried out, clawing at the vanity as he slinks his arm under her stomach and yanks her up, driving into her with zero restraint. He pulls her hair back until she's fully flush against him, her back to his chest, moaning and whimpering at how deeper he was thrusting. One of his hands grabs her breasts, twisting each nipple while the other hand reaches her throat and angles her face towards him. Their mouths crash over her shoulder as he keeps thrusting ruthlessly, their tongues tangling and hungry as their bodies reacquaint. Her body was clenching around him, responding to the brutal rhythm he set. The pressure inside her built, terrifyingly fast, a wave cresting towards oblivion. The angle was intense, the force too much, the feeling of being dominated and used overwhelming the fragile thread of pleasure. He shifted his grip, one hand sliding around her front, fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard, insistent circles. The dual assault — the deep, pounding penetration and the rough, direct stimulation – was too much. Pleasure detonated, sharp and blinding, tearing a ragged scream from her throat. Her body convulsed around him, milking him, but Reese didn't slow. He rode her through the peak, his thrusts becoming even more frantic, more desperate, more deeper. "Come for me," he snarled, his fingers relentless on her clit, pushing her past the peak into oversensitivity that bordered on agony. "Again. Now." He slammed into her, deeper than before, grinding against her core. The sensation was excruciating, overwhelming. The pleasure curdled into something raw and terrifying. The safe word, forgotten in the haze, surged back into the back of her mind with desperate urgency. He sensed it too as a smirk appeared on his lips. Penny hadn't been fucked this way in years. And thus, he knew she'd reached her limit. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, didn't think she could endure another second of this relentless, consuming intensity. Her voice, when it finally tore free, was a ragged gasp, barely audible over the slap of skin and his harsh breathing, but sharp as ever in the perfumed air… But it wasn’t the safe word that flew out of Penny’s mouth. It was something entirely unexpected. “More, sir. Please!”