8: The Way She Goes

Quinlan thinned his lips and then heaved deeply as he watched Penelope's face squeeze into a frown. He needed to be calm and watch his tone so as not to upset Penelope even more.

"I'm afraid I will not permit you to do that here. Stooping low to do the work of servants wasn't what we bargained for even though I didn't include it in the contract terms. Let the servants do their job, that's what I hired them for," he stated matter of factly as he drank his tea.

"But I cannot stay idle, if I'm not riding a man's dick then my hands should be busy with something else."

Quinlan coughed his tea upon hearing this from Penelope.

"Sorry, my lord," she was already on his side, pushing a glass of water in his hand. How fast she had flown from her chair to his was something worth questioning, but he held the glass of water and beat his chest.

"You shouldn't speak while having liquid going into your oesophagus," came her soft instruction.

Quinlan coughed some more before drinking the water.

"Do you have to mention dick every time we talk?" He inquired through a wheeze.

"First it was about me not helping around and when I made an elaboration on my part, you questioned me for using the word 'dick?' She uplifted a perfectly shaved brow at him. "You'd have to deal with it because it's a fact. I cannot be idle if I'm not on top of a man. You denied me sex last night."

"That is because I do not bed whores." His tone was sharp but it didn't budge Penelope.

"Many men put this aside and satisfy their urges. Of a truth, sex has nothing to do with whores. It's a normal thing that can happen between two people and there's no harm in it. People fuck all the time. You wouldn't be here if your parents weren't horny and hadn't gotten intimate."

"My parents were married before they had me."

"It makes no difference. Fucking is like drinking water, people need it to survive. The world doesn't have to make such a big deal about it. Copulation is meat pounding into another meat."

Christ! How she could talk like that with that mouth of hers was something else. Never in his life had he seen a female like Penelope Ravenscourt. She talked without any shame.

"I beg to differ, my lady. Some men do not sleep with women apart from their wives or lovers." Quinlan pinned on this.

"Oh, so you're the faithful type then?" She had the corners of her mouth twisted.

"Since when did we get to this conversation?" Quinlan questioned, trying to switch topics. He would not tell her he was loyal to the bone. It meant nothing to her anyway, since she had her world locked up around sex. A whore she was.

"Since you told me to quit helping around and I was trying to make you see things through my point of view." Penelope went back to her chair and sat down.

"Right, I'm still standing firm on my word though."

"About what?"

"You doing the jobs of the servants. They're roughly twenty, Penelope. Your purpose here isn't to cook, garden and clean like a maid."

"You do know we shouldn't bicker over this, Quinlan," Penelope had somehow reduced her voice as she uncurled her small fist.

"Right, we only just got married last night and we shouldn't start with heated arguments," Finlay agreed, at the same time he was wondering how fast her anger trailed away, "if only you'll listen to me." He added.

"Well, you should've approached me more calmly. And attempted to make me see things through your perspective. I get upset when I am approached rudely." She said, before putting her fork of pancakes into her mouth.

Quinlan watched her as she chewed, threw her head backward, and moaned as she savored the taste.

Jesus. Why did she have to do that? She was moaning like someone was licking her honeypot clean. Quinlan found it absolutely disturbing because it was making him think about sex. He could feel his member threatening to harden and so he tried to focus his mind elsewhere.

Dead bodies. Mutilated bodies. A curse from the moon goddess that made cruel men stay in their wolf's form, with their fur withering away until they died. The embarrassment he faced at age twelve when he pooped in his pants on his way home.

He was trying so hard and it was working. But one look at Penelope's ivory throat as she stared at the ceiling and moaned some more, before noisily sucking the syrup off her fingers, made it twitch again.

Quinlan gritted his teeth. He needed her to stop or his member would poke his pants. He couldn't recall getting turned on like this. It was stupid and made him feel like a nymphomaniac because it was just Cecile his cock hardened for because she was the love of his life. But now, a prostitute had astounded him. Someone he had no attraction for. Maybe masturbation would help.

Penelope knew Quinlan's eyes were on her, she was deliberately moaning to make him uncomfortable. It was a payback for rejecting her last night. As she ate the waffles, she moaned some more and then faked her laughter through a cough because of the look on Quinlan's face.

"I'd like to go into town today," Penelope spoke up after swallowing.

"What for?" Placing his hands on the table once more, he leaned forward, completely losing appetite for his breakfast.

"To get my belongings. I've been wearing this dress since last night. Although I scrubbed myself clean, I still feel gummy and itchy."

"I see," Quinlan tapped his fingers on the table, "when are you leaving?"

"Before noon. I'll be back by two."

"You'll have two guards with you in the royal carriage."

"No."

"What?"

"I don't need a carriage, Quinlan. I'll go in the form of my wolf. It's faster that way." Ophelia interjected.

And Quinlan squinted. He wondered if she had gone mad. Being married into a royal family like the Odwolf's family, required less shifting and moving about.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow that, Penelope. You're married to me now, you cannot return to your old life until the contract expires."

"I want to avoid being interrogated, my lord."

"But our marriage has been made known to everyone. You're Lady Penelope Odwolf now, from the royal family."

"Just let me go, Quinlan. I'll be back before you'll even notice. I still have some scores to settle," Penelope said after a long pause. She was hell-bent on getting him to agree with her.

Quinlan didn't like the idea at all. Somehow his gut feeling told him something would go wrong. Their marriage was the talk of the Town, so he heard from one of his under-butlers. Thieves and crime-lord that resided close to the pleasure house might want to attack her since she got married into wealth. He had no idea why he wanted to protect her.

"Penelope.."

"I'd appreciate it if you do not speak about this anymore, my lord," her tone was sharp as she cut him off.

They maintained eye contact for a few seconds until he looked away, upon seeing the determination in her eyes. She wasn't willing to back down. Only God knew what scores she had to settle.

"Very well then," he gave in.