Lexi Blake - Dungeon Royale

There was a party on the Royale tomorrow night, and he suspected it would get a little crazy. He intended to firmly cement their cover before they got to Helsinki.

He let his hand slide down to rub between her legs, shoving her thong aside and finding the warmth of her arousal. He didn’t have to shove his fingers hard. They slipped between her legs, her wetness making it an easy glide past her labia and into her pussy.

Penelope shuddered sweetly.

“You liked your spanking, didn’t you, you bad girl? You liked having the nasty Dom slap your arse silly.” He fucked his fingers deep, finding her clit with his thumb and pressing down but not enough to make her come. “Thank me for your spanking.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Thank me for getting you hot and wet and ready to fuck.”

“Thank you, Master, for getting me hot and wet and ready to fuck.”

To his side, he caught sight of Charlotte on the ground between Ian’s knees. His leathers were open and his wife was making up for her interference in a very nice way. She sucked his cock in long passes of her mouth.

It was a damn fine idea, but he wanted more from his sub. “Ask me to fuck you, love.”

She tensed. Not a good thing.

He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and smacked her sensitive cheeks again. “Is there a problem?”

She took a long breath and then her head came up, her decision obviously made. “Will you please fuck me, Master?”

Brave sub. God, if he had half her guts, he would be so much better for it. He helped her up, chuckling at the surprise on her face as she caught sight of the Taggarts working out their marital issues through oral sex.

“Get used to it.” He set her on her feet between his legs. “You’ll see much more on the boat. And no. I won’t fuck you.”

Her face fell.

He spoke again quickly, so she didn’t misunderstand. “But I would very much like it if you fucked me, love. Right here. Right now. In front of everyone. If you can’t do it, I understand, but it’s going to make our cover difficult to keep. I think you’ll like it. I want you to think about it. Think about all those people watching you. Think about how every man is going to want to be me, with his cock up inside you. They’ll all be thinking about how gorgeous your tits are and how lucky I am to have a sub who serves me so passionately.”

It was obviously getting to her because her eyes had dilated and her breath had picked back up.

“Yes, Master.” She gave him one of those smiles that did weird things to his insides. “I’ll fuck you. Right here. Right now.”

Penny couldn’t help the way her hands shook. She had to get it under control. She was safe here. No one would make fun of her. No one would think twice about her having sex here.

Charlotte wouldn’t even notice. She was too busy swallowing her husband’s incredibly large penis. She had to look away or Damon might get offended.

Desire brought her the bravery she needed. Damon was always in control, but he was offering it to her this time.

“You can’t take your Master’s cock while wearing all those clothes.”

Damn it. Well, she knew she’d have to do it sometime. If she couldn’t do it here, she would have a struggle on the boat. “I need help.”

He grinned at her, and she was happy she hadn’t given him trouble. He seemed relaxed, his cares chased away for the moment. He reached down into his boot and pulled out a knife. “I can help you with that.”

It was such a pretty corset, but it looked like she wouldn’t be getting back into it that evening. Damon had bought her several more for the trip so she wouldn’t need to repair it right away. She loved the fact that he’d selected them and the underthings he allowed her to wear. She would never let him pick out the clothes she wore on a regular basis, but the idea that he picked out her intimate play clothes made her feel warm.

He neatly sliced through the laces of the corset, and Penny could breathe again. The corset fell to the floor.

He sat back in his chair, his legs wide, appearing to all to be the decadent king of his castle. “Now the thong.”

His hands worked to undo the laces of his leathers and his cock sprang free. He gave Taggart a run for his money. Her mouth always watered, no matter how many times she saw it.

Penny shoved the thong off. Sure enough, there were eyes on her. She caught Simon Weston staring, an amused look on his face, but she didn’t think he was laughing at her. He was likely thinking he’d never once thought to see stuffy Penelope Cash standing in the middle of a BDSM club with her knickers off. And she’d never thought to watch him flog someone, so good for them both. She gave him a saucy grin.

Damon frowned at her. “I don’t want to know who you’re looking at, do I?”

He was so cute when he was jealous. “Not at all, Master.”

She climbed on top of his lap, her heart starting to beat hard in her chest. He’d taught her how good this could be, and now she was a bit addicted to sex—well, she was addicted to Damon.

His brows came together in a V despite the fact that his cock was already poking at her. “It’s Weston, isn’t it? He’s looking at you.”

Leaning over, she kissed him where his brows met. “I’m naked. You told me everyone would be looking at me. I think you like it because you know I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

His hands found her hips, moving restlessly against her skin. “Is that right? I thought you were looking for another damn Dom.”

The growl in his tone gave her great hope, but she had to play the game for now. “I’m trying to stay in character, Master.” She reached in between them and gripped his cock. He liked it when she was a bit rough, so she squeezed him before guiding him to her entrance.

“You’re too bloody good at staying in character,” he complained, but his chest was working now, dragging air into his lungs. “Take me inside. Take me now.”

She let herself sink down on his cock, glorying in how full she was when he was inside her. Nothing ever felt as good as that moment when he invaded. The stretch reminded her how much she was taking from him, more than sex, more than some dumb job. He gave her more. He gave her strength.

She balanced on his shoulders, letting gravity do its job. When her so sensitive cheeks met the leather covering his thighs, she sighed. Her whole body was on edge, primed.

One hand moved up to the nape of her neck, sliding along her spine, and suddenly she wasn’t thinking about the fact that she was naked in front of a dungeon full of people. She was only thinking of him. What had Simon said to Chelsea? He’d told her he could make her feel so much more. It was likely what had frightened her, but it didn’t scare Penny. Damon made her feel. Before him the world had seemed gray, and now it exploded with colors so vibrant, it made her blink to look at it. Yes, it was frightening to feel when she’d been numb for so very long. It also meant she could feel pain with such clarity, but she’d never known pure bliss until Damon Knight had made her his.

Freedom. He’d given her freedom. He pulled her down for a kiss, his tongue surging into her mouth. Who would have guessed the most freedom she’d ever found would come from being tied to another human being? She’d spent most of her life serving others. This was the first time she’d felt at peace with her nature.

Without giving up the kiss, she moved her hips up and down, sliding along his erection.

He broke off the kiss, but his lips moved to her chin and neck, lavishing affection there. “Keep it up, love. Don’t you stop no matter what I do.”

That made alarm bells go off in her head. His hand moved between them as she kept moving on his cock. Pure pleasure sparked through her as he toyed with her clit, but not enough to send her over the edge.

“That should do it. Normally I would use lube, love, but you’re so bloody wet, I don’t need it. I just need that juicy pussy of yours.”

She nearly came out of her skin as he touched her arsehole, pushing in, rimming it gently. “Oh, my god.”

“No, love. Just your Master, and I will have this from you. I’m going to fuck you right here when you’re ready. You’ll wear a plug to sleep tonight. I’ll have you ready for me in a few days.”

She felt herself clench down.

He slapped at her sensitive skin. “Don’t you keep me out. You let me in. I told you not to stop. Do you need another spanking, love? I can do this all night long or you can ride my cock and take your orgasm.”

He would do it. He would haul her off him and spank her again and begin the process over and over until he got what he wanted. With a low moan, she forced her hips up. As she sank back on his cock, she was forced to take his finger as well.

It didn’t hurt, merely felt foreign. A jangled pressure warred with the pleasure in her pussy.

She could handle it. She fucked him, taking cock and finger, forcing them deeper inside her until she couldn’t stand it a second longer and her muscles tensed and flooded with orgasm. Her arsehole was clenching over and over, now trying to keep him in. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, and she was suffused with sensation. She rode the orgasm out, working her hips until he finally joined her.

His pelvis tilted up, and she felt the hot wash of his come as he flooded her. His head fell back and his finger slipped out of her, but he held her with his other hand, caressing her back and bringing her close to him.

She’d just screwed her partner in front of a crowd and she didn’t give a damn. It had been good and right, and anyone who thought differently was just wrong. She let her hands slip around his neck as she rested on him, their breaths mingling.

After a while, he kissed her and gently moved her off him. “Sorry, love. We both need to clean up and then I want to watch the fire play scene with you. They should be setting up now. Do you want a glass of wine? We’re not going to play anymore so you can drink, though don’t think I’m done fucking you yet.”

She stretched. “Should I get someone to relace the corset?” The idea of getting back into it wasn’t pleasant.

He stared at her. “No. You’re fine the way you are. I could get a leash for your collar if you need something more.”

Sarcastic brute. “I think I’m fine, Damon.”

“Go to the dressing room and clean up. Meet me back here directly. I’ll have some drinks and snacks for us, and we’ll spend the rest of the evening watching.”

She walked into the dressing room, visions of sitting in her Master’s lap while he fed her playing through her head. She headed to the shower and turned it on, hearing a telly playing in the background. There was a salon of sorts in one part of the dressing room where subs met and mingled before going out to the dungeon floor.

She washed off quickly, thinking about how little time she had left. The cruise would only take twelve days, but everything would be over the minute they caught the man they were trying to find. It could all end abruptly. Damon would be on the next private plane to London, and she might find herself alone.

And then she would have to decide what to do with the rest of her life. She only knew one thing. If Damon couldn’t be brave enough to be with her, she wouldn’t lie down and die. She wouldn’t run away. She would smile at him and make him watch as she found her life. She knew what she wanted now. She wanted it all and she prayed she had it with Damon, but if he wouldn’t, she would be in this club, at the job, dating, searching for the right man.

She dried off, trying to shove aside the morbid thoughts. She had to go and meet her Master, and she had to do it without a stitch on. She started toward the exit when she heard sniffling.

Chelsea was sitting in the salon, staring at something on the telly, but it was obvious she wasn’t watching it. She’d showered and changed and looked utterly miserable.

“Do you want me to get Charlotte?” Penny asked quietly.

Chelsea started a bit and turned, then laughed even though there were tears running down her cheeks. She brushed them away. “No, I don’t want to interrupt her evening any more than I already have. I should have safe worded out, but it seemed like a wuss thing to do. I guess calling out for big sis isn’t much better though. Well, it didn’t take long for you to get naked.”

She held the towel up, not wanting to offend her. “Sorry.”

Chelsea waved it off. “Don’t be. It’s fine. It doesn’t bother me. I’m glad Damon’s treating you well, but if that changes, you should know I came up with a plan to make his life a living hell. I wrote an algorithm that will upload orders to every takeout place in a two-mile radius in his name. He’ll be answering the door and explaining himself every thirty minutes for at least twenty-four hours.”