Sir Pentious Wallpaper Novels & Stories

*Pendwick* “Will you sit down already?” Sir Celbest’s voice boomed, crackling out like lightning across the decadent parlor. The words ricocheted off velvet drapes and gilt-framed landscapes, across the table laid with untouched coffee, across the pale gleam of porcelain that had long since stopped steaming. It was the kind of command far too familiar now, only meant to make him shrink without thinking. And for a split moment, Pendwick almost obeyed.

"Please forgive this old man. I really need the black card. Can you give it to me? I will do anything... absolutely anything you want." Xander responded gently, “There’s no need for such desperation. These young ladies here,” he gestured towards us, “are very dear to me. She,” pointing to me, “would like to experience a stay in your penthouse for a week. She’s quite fond of your hotel. So, I am thinking of exchanging the card for a week's stay in the penthouse?” “Absolutely,” Mr. Bourbon agreed enthusiastically. “Young miss, our hotel is the finest in Paris. Everything will be complimentary. Forget a week, I’d be happy to offer you a full year’s stay if you’d like.”

Money was strewn everywhere on his super king-size bed and marble floor, all 100-dollar bills just lying there carelessly like they held no value. "Wow. He's stinking rich," I muttered aloud, shaking my head in disbelief. But then, I realized he was also the most careless person I had ever met. "What's with this obsession with black? Do you belong to some secret society or something?" I said to myself, feeling a laugh bubble up. Since both the interior and the exterior are all black even his black bed. Apart from the fact that half of this penthouse was made up of glass. “This is going to be a heck of a job.” I sighed deeply, realizing I would have to arrange this vast ocean of money.

"I'm going to take that as a yes." He starts to show me around the penthouse and it's stunning. It has marble floors, with floor to ceiling windows, a kitchen with marble countertops, and the furniture is black. I make a mental note to add pops of color in here. I like black and all but I need pink around me to brighten up the darkness.

I watched them and felt mildly irritated that I wasn’t irritated enough. Poppy sat back down on the rug and carefully poured a little glitter onto a sheet of paper, the tip of her tongue sticking out in concentration. Salma supervised like a museum guard. Luca slowly backed three steps away from the contamination zone. Sebastian returned to my side. “I can’t believe you allowed that,” I said. “She’s right.” “Excuse me?” “This penthouse needs more personality.” I looked around the living room, now being invaded by a blanket, sticky notes, Bunny Law, one yellow cardigan, and a criminally small amount of glitter.

never forgot the color of my rage. As the elevator doors closed on Willa Thorne, the silence of the penthouse returned, but it felt... different. The air was still heavy with the scent of her spray paint and her defiance. "Sir?" Henderson asked, stepping out from the side office. "You aren't actually considering giving her the flagship wall? The marketing team will have a stroke."

Miss always busy with work is hanging up her stilettos and spoiling her man! The elevator opens on the thirty fifth floor. Directly to his penthouse that is filled with dark green walls. Dark woods and floor to ceiling windows with a view of the skyline. A perfect bachelor pad. I can’t wait to renovate it. I take off my heels walking inside to hear moaning coming from within his home.

Declan's layout of each room is in the style of a billionaire. The reception room, decorated with sparkling Swarovski crystals, offers panoramic views of Hyde Park. The partition wall is covered with frescoes simulating the London cityscape. In the center of the artwork is the presence of a large glass fireplace. The penthouse has a total of 5 bedrooms. In particular, the primary bedroom is designed with two separate bathrooms. In the women's restroom, the floor is covered with black marble, contrasting with the white Statuario marble wall.

He pulled me onto his body, his hands securing my thighs around him as he kissed the side of my face. "Do you like it?" "I do! I do very much!" I wrapped my arms tighter around his back. "Good." He carried me in his arms, then had the chauffeur take all our belongings into the house. The interior of the penthouse was similar to the penthouse we had in the east. Glass walls that elongated beyond expectation, vases at each corner, a fancy chair. Everything here was pristine. It looked like a work of art done by a futuristic artist. On the walls sat several colorful paintings and a railway with lights beneath it.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious Manhattan penthouse framed the glittering New York skyline like a sea of diamonds scattered across black velvet. The cool air inside was thick with the scent of aged whiskey, fine leather, and raw masculine dominance. Soft jazz hummed in the background, but Sophia Laurent’s racing heartbeat drowned it out. Sophia stood trembling near the glass, her black designer dress clinging to her flushed curves. Her pussy was shamefully soaked, her lace panties drenched and sticky against her swollen, aching folds.