Lexi Blake - Dungeon Royale

“Do you like that, Penelope?” He slid his thumb back over her clit. “You seem to. You’re wet. Were you thinking of me before? Or were you thinking of him?”

“Who?” She seriously couldn’t think about anything except Damon. When she arched her back, she could feel the hard line of his erection against her belly. She hadn’t had sex in over two years, but now she was about to have at it in a washroom at her cousin’s wedding.

“Good.” His thumb stayed on her clit but his fingers parted her labia, teasing into her channel. “I want you focused on me. Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you like.”

She was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about what she liked to eat or watch on telly. “I don’t really know what I like, Damon.” She gasped as his fingers curled up inside her, stroking deep. “I like that. I really like that.”

He growled a little, pulling his fingers back out and then slowly, so slowly, pressing deep again. “You’re not a prude at all, are you? No prude gets so fucking wet in such a small amount of time. You’re soaking my hand.”

Embarrassment flared. “I’m sorry.”

He nipped her ear, a sharp tingly pain that somehow seemed to have a straight shot to her pussy. “Apologize again and I’ll spank you right here and now. Your pussy is hot and wet, and I like it that way. I’ll try to keep it that way as much as possible over the next few weeks. You read the materials I gave you?”

“Yes.”

He sighed and suddenly his fingers were gone, and she felt a flash of pain as he twisted her clit between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation flared and then she felt flush with heat and another wave of that wet arousal seemed to flow through her pussy.

“Sir or Master when we’re playing. I’ll give you a tweak every time you forget.”

“Yes, Master. I read it, Master.” He’d told her he preferred Master. She could barely speak because his fingers were teasing again, keeping her on the edge of pleasure. Even the pain threatened to send her over the edge. It wasn’t real pain, just a torture tactic to bring her more pleasure.

“And you respond beautifully to discipline, Penelope.” His mouth was right at her ear. “Do you understand why your pussy clenched down on my fingers when I nipped your ear?”

“Because the pain is tied to pleasure.”

“Because you’re submissive, love. Not just sexually.” His fingers found their way inside again, and she practically sighed. “You’re a soft little thing. You like to take care of the people around you. You’re that woman who remembers everyone’s birthday. You’re the one everyone cries to and complains to because you always listen. You’re the one who never asks for anything in return, but I’m going to teach you to ask me for this. You’re going to ask me to let you come, Penelope. You’re going to ask your Master to please fuck you with his fingers and toy with your clit and allow you to come all over his hand.”

“Please, Master.” Somehow with his hands playing her body like a finely tuned instrument, it didn’t seem wrong to ask him. It didn’t seem wrong to say dirty things and expect pleasure. He was right. She tried very hard to be everything to everyone, and most of the time they didn’t even think to invite her to the pub after work. She deserved a bit of pleasure. She deserved what he was willing to give her. “Please let me come. Please fuck me with your fingers and toy with my clit and let me come on your hand.”

The kiss he placed on her cheek was oddly tender, and she could feel him smile against her skin. “Very good, love. Your Master is pleased, and he will grant your very polite request. Come for me.”

His fingers curled up, one and then two taking up all the space. She felt filled and stretched as his fingers worked their magic. Over and over he plunged deep, fucking inside her as she pressed against him, begging for more.

His thumb pressed hard against her clit and she went flying. Pleasure pounded through her starting at her core and pouring through her body, making her blood sing, her skin come alive.

She was still shaking with it as he gently pulled his fingers out of her pussy and very deliberately brought them to his mouth. He sucked his fingers inside, licking off the arousal as his eyes watched her.

“You taste like sweet cream, Penelope.”

“Everyone calls me Penny.” It was stupid. He was licking her arousal off his skin and that was all she could think to say?

He took a step back and then turned on the water at the sink, washing his hands. “I’m not everyone. I’ll wait for you outside. Ditch the knickers, Penelope. You won’t want to wear them now. They’re soaked. I’ll know if you’re still wearing them and you’ll discover that not all discipline is about pleasure.”

She managed to nod.

He smiled, a simple turn of his lips that seemed to somehow light up the bloody room. “Now you look like a girl who just fucked her lover. That should make them believe our cover. I’ll meet you outside. Don’t take too long. I think we should have a dance before we leave. Explain to your siblings that we’re going on holiday in a week or so. We don’t want them to think you’re missing now, do we?”

He unlocked the door, and she was alone again.

Cover. He’d done it all to establish their cover. She’d just come apart in his arms and he’d been thinking about how best to fool her relatives.

The door opened again and Penny forced herself off the counter.

“What on earth?” Her elderly aunt frowned her way. She’d come in with three other relatives, all of them scowling in deep disapproval. “You look like a trollop, girl. Your whole generation has gone to the dogs. In my day, the washroom was for washing and other things that ladies do not talk about. It was certainly not for whatever that man was doing to you.”

Penny couldn’t help it. Laughter bubbled up. She was thirty-two and finally getting lectured on how immoral she was.

It was a new day. Penelope Cash was a bad girl. Penelope Cash was Damon Knight’s girl.

Even if only for a while.

“You’ll have to forgive me, Aunt Edith.” Right there in the middle of the posh loo, she wiggled out of her very soaked knickers. “I’m not allowed to wear these.”

“Good god!”

She tossed them in the trash, collected her purse and walked out, her head held high.

Damon forced himself to walk away from the washroom door when all he really wanted to do was lock the door again and get his cock inside Penelope Cash’s ridiculously tight pussy.

She’d been so fucking hot. She’d damn near singed his hands, and the way she looked when her body had tightened and she’d creamed all over his fingers had nearly unmanned him. He’d almost come in his slacks like an untried teenager.

He hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful, so open. Her whole face changed when she came. She softened up the moment he touched her, her face losing the stoic look she normally wore. She looked younger, fucking gorgeous.

He wanted to see her breasts. He hadn’t even gotten a peek yet. When he got her to The Garden, he was going to strip her down and inspect every inch of her.

“Would you mind explaining exactly who you are and what you’re doing with my sister?”

Ah, the troops were swarming. He turned and Diana Cash-Holden, aged twenty-nine, married to an accountant, mother of two girls, was bearing down on him. Diana was the middle child, well educated, but she had to have spent her school years in the shadow of her near genius-level sister. As far as he could tell from the profile he’d worked up on her, she wasn’t a bad woman, simply very busy.

In a matter of seconds, he decided just how to deal with Diana.

“I’m dating her. I’m taking care of her. She’s been lonely since your mum died.”

Diana flushed slightly, obviously feeling guilty about not spending enough time with her sister. That was exactly the reaction he’d been looking for. “Yes. She’s been working quite a lot. She hasn’t mentioned you at all. I do ring her a bit.”

“She’s private, and we work together so we had a few things to iron out before we went public.” Out of the corner of his eye, he caught George Cash striding up, obviously willing to pile on the new guy. He rapidly went through everything he knew about Penelope’s brother. He was the youngest, came out as gay during his teen years, but it seemed to have been smooth enough. He was a solicitor working for various human rights groups. It was obvious that he thought Damon might be in violation of a few.

“Where is Penny?” George asked, his eyes narrowed.

“I’m here,” she called out.

Fuck. His cock stirred again because she looked soft and pretty with her hair tousled and her dress a bit wrinkled. Her blue eyes were still wide and innocent though. He was fairly certain nothing was going to change that. He could likely fuck her a thousand times and she would still look at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

He had to protect her. She wasn’t a seasoned operative who knew what the game was. Of course if she had been, she’d likely have turned him down altogether because of his limitations.

It struck him suddenly that Penelope Cash might be his ticket back to the field in more ways than one.

George held out a hand. “Penny, come over here. Let me get you a drink and maybe we can sit down and talk.”

That was not going to happen. He had plans for the afternoon and they didn’t involve sitting around with Penelope’s siblings. He was sure Penelope would defend them and go on about how much each had going on in their lives, but they’d left her to bear the weight of her mother’s care, and he wasn’t open to excuses. They’d had their chance to shelter and protect their sister from the big bad wolf, and now the big bad wolf was going to eat her alive and make her happy while he was doing it.