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Kinktober: Polin One-Shots

Every day of October kinky one-shots for Colin/Penelope

silkenobedience · TV
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13 Chs

Day 6 - Overstimulation/Rope Bondage 

Day 6 - Overstimulation/Rope Bondage 

"Penelope," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with concern as he moved closer, his gaze searching hers for any sign of doubt. "Are you... are you quite certain about this? We need not proceed if you have any reservations. It is—" He hesitated, glancing down at the rope in his hands, the memory of what he had seen during his travels stirring in his mind. "It is rather... unconventional."

Penelope smiled up at him, her eyes warm and filled with affection as she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his hand. "I trust you, Colin," she said softly, her voice steady and sure. "Whatever you wish to try, I am willing. I want to experience everything with you."

Her words, though spoken with such simplicity, sent a rush of warmth through him, easing the tension in his chest. Still, he couldn't shake the worry that lingered at the back of his mind. The idea of binding her, of pushing her to such limits, was something he had never considered before seeing it at one of those scandalous parties abroad. And though the sight had stirred something in him, the thought of overwhelming her, of pushing her too far, made him hesitate.

"You must promise me," he murmured, his voice firm but gentle as he knelt before her, his hands resting on her knees, "if at any moment this becomes too much, you will tell me. I will stop at once."

Penelope nodded, her gaze steady as she placed her hands on his shoulders, her touch warm and reassuring. "I promise," she whispered, her lips curving into a small, reassuring smile. "I want this, Colin. I want to give myself to you, completely."

Her words, soft and filled with love, gave him the courage to proceed. Slowly, with a reverence that spoke to the depth of his affection for her, Colin rose to his feet, guiding her gently back onto the bed. The silk rope in his hands felt foreign, delicate yet strong, and as he began to wind it around her wrists, his touch was careful, deliberate.

He bound her with precision, the silk wrapping around her wrists and securing her to the bedposts with knots that were tight enough to hold, yet gentle enough that she could feel his care in every movement. The contrast of the cool silk against her warm skin sent a shiver down Penelope's spine, and she gazed up at him, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and excitement.

Colin's eyes remained locked on hers as he finished securing the ropes, his breath slightly uneven as he stood back for a moment, admiring the sight of her—bound, vulnerable, and yet entirely trusting in him. His heart swelled with love, with desire, as he leaned down, his lips brushing softly against her forehead.

"You are exquisite," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "Truly."

Penelope's cheeks flushed at his words, her breath hitching as she felt the weight of his gaze upon her. The ropes that bound her only heightened her awareness of every sensation, the tension in her body building as she awaited his next move.

Colin's fingers trailed lightly down her arms, over the soft fabric of her shift as he made his way to her legs, his hands parting her thighs with a firm but gentle touch. "I will take care of you," he murmured, his voice low and filled with quiet promise. "But this may be... overwhelming."

Penelope nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt the anticipation building inside her. "I want it, Colin," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of nerves and desire. "Please... don't hold back."

He hesitated for only a moment longer, his fingers lightly brushing against the wetness that had already begun to gather between her legs. The heat of her desire was undeniable, and the knowledge that she was already so ready for him sent a rush of arousal through his veins.

Colin leaned down, his mouth finding her center with a precision that made Penelope gasp, her back arching against the bed as his tongue flicked against the sensitive bud that throbbed with need. He took his time, his movements slow and deliberate at first, savoring every sound she made, every tremble of her body as he explored her with his mouth.

But as her whimpers grew louder, her body straining against the ropes that held her in place, Colin's movements became more purposeful, more insistent. His fingers joined his mouth, slipping inside her with ease as he worked her closer to the edge, his tongue moving in perfect rhythm with the thrust of his hand.

Penelope's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure building inside her. "Colin... I'm—" Her words were cut off by a sharp cry as the first wave of her release crashed over her, her muscles tightening around his fingers as she came with a force that left her gasping for breath.

But Colin didn't stop. His fingers moved faster, his tongue relentless as he pushed her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, his movements precise and controlled. Penelope's body convulsed beneath him, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts as the overstimulation began to take hold.

"Colin—" she gasped, her voice trembling with the edge of panic as the pleasure became too much, too intense. "It's too—"

But Colin's mouth and fingers did not slow, his touch sending her spiraling into another wave of pleasure before she could catch her breath. Her body arched off the bed, her cries of pleasure mixed with sobs of overstimulation as she came again, harder this time, her body wracked with the force of it.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her body trembling uncontrollably as the overstimulation reached its peak. "Colin, please—" she sobbed, her voice broken with a mixture of pleasure and pain as her body begged for release, for mercy.

And still, Colin didn't stop.

His fingers moved faster, his mouth unrelenting as he pushed her through yet another orgasm, her body shaking with the force of it as she sobbed beneath him. The ropes that bound her wrists strained against her efforts to pull free, but they held firm, keeping her exactly where he wanted her—helpless, vulnerable, and completely his.

Finally, when her sobs grew louder, when her body could take no more, Colin pulled away, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he looked down at her. Her skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

Colin's heart clenched at the sight of her, the worry from earlier flooding back as he leaned over her, his hands gently cupping her face. "Are you all right, my love?" he whispered, his voice filled with concern as he brushed the tears from her cheeks. "I didn't mean to—"

But before he could finish, Penelope's lips found his, her kiss soft but filled with a quiet desperation that told him she was more than all right. She was his, completely, and she wanted more.

"Please," she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need. "Take me, Colin. I need you."

Colin groaned softly, his cock aching with the need to be inside her, to claim her after watching her fall apart beneath him. He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands trembling with both desire and reverence as he pushed into her slowly, filling her completely with one deep, deliberate thrust.

Penelope cried out, her body shaking with the force of her overstimulation as Colin began to move, his pace slow and controlled at first. But as her sobs of pleasure filled the room, his control slipped, and his movements became more desperate, more primal.

He drove into her harder, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed her closer to the edge once more. Her body was trembling uncontrollably, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she sobbed beneath him, her body overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure and the pain.

"Let go, Penelope," Colin whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he thrust into her again and again. "Let me take you."

And with one final, shuddering cry, she did.

Penelope's body convulsed beneath him as she came again, her sobs mingling with her cries of pleasure as Colin followed her over the edge moments later, his release hitting him with a force that left him breathless. He groaned low in his throat, his body trembling as he spilled himself inside her, his grip on her hips tightening as he rode the waves of his climax.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sound in the room the heavy breathing of their intertwined bodies as they came down from the intensity of their shared pleasure. Colin's hands loosened their grip on her hips, his touch becoming gentle once more as he held her close, his chest still heaving as he fought to catch his breath.

He remained inside her for a few lingering moments, the warmth of their connection still pulsing between them as the weight of what they had just shared settled in. Penelope's body trembled beneath him, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps, and it was only when he felt her begin to stir that he realized just how fragile she had become in the aftermath of such overwhelming pleasure.

Gently, with the utmost care, Colin pulled out of her, the sensation eliciting a soft whimper from Penelope as her body finally relaxed, the tension of her release slowly ebbing away. He immediately moved to free her from the silk ropes, his fingers working deftly to undo the knots that had bound her so securely.

"Shh," he murmured softly, his voice filled with tenderness as he leaned down to press a kiss to her damp forehead. "It's all right, my love. I've got you now."

Penelope lay still as he untied her wrists, her body too weak and too spent to do more than offer a small, exhausted smile in response. The cool air of the room brushed against her flushed skin, but it was Colin's touch—his warm, reassuring presence—that brought her comfort as he carefully untied the last of the knots.

Once the ropes had been discarded, Colin gathered her into his arms, lifting her gently from the bed as though she were made of the most delicate porcelain. He held her close, cradling her against his chest as he carried her to the settee near the fire, where the soft glow of the flames bathed them in warmth.

"You did so well," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he settled her on his lap, her body curled up against him like a fragile bird. His fingers brushed through her hair, gently untangling the strands as he kissed her forehead again, his heart aching with love for the woman in his arms. "So brave, so beautiful."

Penelope's head rested against his chest, her body trembling softly as she let out a deep, shuddering breath. The tears that had fallen during their lovemaking had left her cheeks damp, but now, as she nestled into the safety of his embrace, the tears were replaced by a soft, contented smile.

"I... I didn't know I could feel that much," she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling with the weight of her emotions. "It was... overwhelming, but in the most wonderful way."

Colin's heart swelled at her words, the quiet confession of trust and vulnerability bringing him closer to her than ever before. He held her tighter, his lips pressing gentle kisses to her hair as he whispered, "I would never hurt you, Penelope. I need you to know that."

She nodded weakly, her fingers clutching softly at his shirt as she took comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. "I know," she whispered back, her voice small but filled with conviction. "I trust you, Colin. I always have."

Her words soothed his lingering worry, but he remained acutely aware of her need for care, for gentleness in the aftermath of something so intense. He shifted slightly, his hands moving to rub soothing circles along her back as he rocked her gently, his touch providing a sense of calm and comfort.

"You're all right," he murmured softly, his breath warm against her temple as he continued to stroke her back. "I'm here. I'll always be here."

The weight of his words, the quiet promise they carried, filled Penelope with a sense of safety that allowed her to fully relax in his arms. Her muscles, still trembling from the overstimulation, slowly began to unwind as she nestled closer to him, her body limp and pliant from exhaustion.

Colin continued to hold her, his hands never leaving her skin as he murmured soft reassurances in her ear, his touch a balm to her overwhelmed senses. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, the warmth of the flames adding to the cozy intimacy of the moment as they sat together in the quiet aftermath of their shared experience.

After what felt like an eternity of blissful silence, Colin gently shifted her in his lap, his hand brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face as he looked down at her, his expression filled with love and concern. "Would you like me to run a bath for you?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Penelope shook her head, her eyes heavy with exhaustion as she nuzzled closer to him. "No," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Just... stay with me."

Colin's heart melted at her request, his arms tightening around her as he pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "Always," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll never leave you."

They sat like that for a long while, wrapped in the warmth of each other's embrace, the quiet crackle of the fire the only sound that filled the room. Colin's hands continued their soothing ministrations, his fingers stroking her back and hair as Penelope slowly drifted toward sleep, her body still trembling softly from the intensity of her release.

But even in her exhaustion, there was a deep sense of peace that settled over her. The trust she had placed in Colin, the love they shared—it was a bond that could not be broken, no matter how intense their experiences together might be.

"I love you," Penelope whispered, her voice soft and filled with a contentment that made Colin's heart swell with joy.

"I love you too," he murmured back, his lips brushing against her forehead in a tender kiss. "More than you'll ever know."