Chapter 430: Satisfied (1)
Warning! Slight mature content.
Tyrion snuck a few glances at Penelope, trying to read the mood she was in.
Penelope said that she was not angry, but now that they sat down, she was not looking at him.
"If there is something you wish to say, then say it. I won’t ignore you," Penelope said, looking away from the window.
"I didn’t know about Faye, and I am curious how you knew about her," Tyrion said.
"She sent a love letter to our home, and since we were on my parents’ estate, it arrived in the letters meant for us, so I read it. I apologise for reading a letter addressed to you. I thought it was strange when I saw the name, but it was no excuse," Penelope said, knowing it was wrong.
"I can skip by you opening my letter, but I cannot understand why you didn’t speak of it to me. What did you think I would say? Or, did you think it wouldn’t matter?" Tyrion wondered.
"Our marriage didn’t need us speaking over a love letter at the time, and I trust you. The person I cannot trust is Faye, and her actions today proved it. She knows that you are married, yet she is being so bold," Penelope said, once again thinking Faye was being backed.
Penelope could understand if Faye handed Tyrion the love letter in passing or confessed her feelings when they were alone, but to send the love letter to his home was quite bold.
"Regardless of who my father is, I could never be so bold as to send a love letter to a home a man shares with his wife. Her parents are quiet people with very little to say, so I know it is not them who backs her," Penelope said, her mind wandering to Tabitha.
"I am not angry," Penelope said once more.
"You are certain? You look as though you are plotting something," Tyrion said, cautiously.
"I am angry with her, not with you. She was even more strange to approach us when almost half the town was present. That is not how a lady of her standing should act. For her to think that I would share you," Penelope said, her hand closing into the shape of a ball. "I should have slapped her harder."
"I don’t have any intentions of sharing you with any lady. I don’t care if you become unsatisfied with me. We promised to love each other and to be faithful until our dying breath."
"It sounds like you are starting to get angry with me. I will not be blindsided by a punishment, right?" Tyrion asked, flinching when Penelope moved.
Penelope held onto the seat to stand and carefully sat down on Tyrion’s lap. "If you keep saying that I am angry, I will punish you. I intend to hold up my end of our deal. What was the punishment again? A ride around the town?"
Penelope pushed the carriage blinds so they would not be seen by the outside world.
"Surely, you didn’t forget. Was that not why you wanted to leave the palace sooner? You looked so dashing that I am surprised with how long I kept my hands away from you," Penelope said, leaning forward to kiss Tyrion’s neck.
Penelope rummaged with the buttons on the coat Tyrion wore, and once successful, she slipped her left hand beneath the coat.
"When we are alone, you will be the king in my eyes."
Tyrion winced when Penelope bit him. She had a growing habit of causing him pain, but he did not mind it.
"Why not all the time?" Tyrion asked.
Penelope’s left hand slipped to the back of Tyrion’s head. Her fingers slithered through his hair, and without warning, she yanked on his hair a little so he looked up at her when she backed away.
"You do deserve to be punished for the times you beg for more. Does it hurt?" Penelope asked, loosening her hold. "You should always keep your eyes on me."
Tyrion’s jaw was locked due to discomfort. Not from the pain of Penelope pulling on his hair, but from her movement being so slow. He was already excited, though all she did was touch him.
It was a testament to the power Penelope had over him, and she knew it.
Penelope unbuttoned Tyrion’s coat and pushed it off his shoulders. She hated to get rid of his uniform, but she looked forward most to touching his body.
Tyrion grabbed Penelope’s hand. "It’s not fair that you’re going to undress me while you remain dressed. You’re the one who lost our deal. Or, are you afraid?"
Penelope leaned back, freeing her hand from Tyrion’s hold. She reached for the button at the back of her dress. It was hard at first, but Penelope managed to reach it.
Penelope pushed her dress down, revealing her undergarments. "How could I be shy when I planned this? I hope you know that I lost on purpose to cheer you up."
"I don’t believe so," Tyrion said, placing his right hand on Penelope’s waist so she wouldn’t fall.
It was only now that Tyrion noticed how slow the carriage was moving and the path they were on.
"You sly little woman," Tyrion said.
Penelope responded by unbuttoning his pants. "I also was in a hurry to get out of the palace."
Subconsciously, Penelope bit her lip when Tyrion was free from his pants.
Penelope spent the hour they stayed behind thinking about this very moment. Her mind went wild with indecent thoughts of how they would place themselves in the carriage. She was fortunate not to let her thoughts be said out loud when speaking with the guests.
Penelope tried to slide off of Tyrion’s lap, but he wouldn’t let her.
"I said to ride me, not do anything else," said Tyrion.
"You must have patience. It is quite a long ride back to our home, so we will have time for what I promised. Now, do not get in the way of me enjoying myself. I have been thinking of this for the last hour," Penelope said, finding herself seated on the floor of the carriage.
Penelope’s dress slipped down to her thighs after her movement.
With all the chaos that took place in recent days, it had been some time since Penelope pleased Tyrion with her mouth, and she wished to see the expression she adored.
Penelope held the base of Tyrion’s length. His warmth spread across the palm of her hand.
"You must be silent," Penelope advised Tyrion, but she was secretly on a mission to let his voice fill the carriage.