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One swipe. Then two. A third, wetter than the rest.
Penny’s eyes flew open, heart fluttering in surprise. Her vision focused on the man crouched beside her, his tongue was halfway to her cheek.
"Mr. Osvaldo!" she gasped, jerking upright.
"Good morning, Penguin," Osvaldo said with a boyish smile, pulling back with unrepentant ease. He lay beside her now, his hair tousled and a gleam in his eyes.
"I’ve been trying to wake you up for ages," he said gently, as though licking someone’s face was the most normal thing in the world.
"By licking my face?" Penny wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, half-horrified, half-flustered. "Are you a dog now?"
He chuckled, soft and sinful. "You’re sweet, Penguin. Sweet to taste, sweet to touch. Why wouldn’t I lick you awake?"
Penny’s face burned. Her eyes darted away, unable to meet his teasing gaze. The heat from last night still lingered on her skin, in her memories. The way his tongue had moved in her, the multiple emotions he made her feel at once.
Penny wanted to disappear from his prying eyes but she couldn’t. Osvaldo was speaking about it like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
This man is unhinged. A lunatic. A lunatic who made her blush before breakfast.
"You’re impossible." She scowled, arms folded across her chest as she pouted her lips. "I’m not your meal, Mr. Osvaldo. Last night was a mistake, and I won’t let it happen again. And licking people is not a proper way to wake them up!"
He turned his face to hers, as serious as ever, yet still softly smiling. "Don’t worry, Penguin. I won’t eat or lick anyone else. Only you. Always you. You don’t have to be jealous."
Penny blinked, her breath catching in her throat. "Jealous? Who’s jealous? I’m not... this isn’t even about... ugh!"
She groaned and threw off the sheets, determined to leave before her sanity dissolved entirely under his gaze.
She should be thinking of how to get him out of there before someone sees them, not fight with him this early.
She had thought by now, that Osvaldo would be mad again, but he seemed fine at the moment. This meant it was either she gets him out of here before anyone sees him, or he would have to act mad. For someone mad all his life, that wouldn’t be hard now would it?
"Mr Osvaldo, please come with me, we need to get you back inside the penthouse," Penny said pushing herself off the bed. But then she froze.
Something... was wrong.
There, at the edge of the room, tied like grotesque art pieces, were men? Not dolls. Not dummies. Men.
Real men.
Beaten and broken.
"What... what is this?" Penny whispered, stepping back. Her stomach twisted as her brain registered the truth.
The limbs were human. The bodies real. Bent in impossible angles, tongues tied to their dicks, like tortured puppets on invisible strings.
She looked back at Osvaldo.
He was smiling.
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