Lexi Blake - Dungeon Royale

Put like that it really did sound bad. “I thought about it, Master. Once. Perhaps twice.”

“Those tears aren’t going to save you. Are you mine?”

An easy question. “Yes.”

“Say it again.”

She smiled up at him. He really did like that particular word. “Yes.”

He shook his head. “No. Not that. What you said before. I want to hear it again.”

“I love you, Damon.” She hoped he could see to her soul so he would know just how much she meant those words.

“I will never share you with anyone.” His voice was rough with emotion. “Do you know what it took for me to not put a bullet in that arsehole who hit you today?”

It wouldn’t ever matter that the man was defending himself. Damon would try to protect her, defend her, avenge her if need be. “I thank you, Master, for being so indulgent.”

It had been an indulgence on his part, and now she could see how much he’d bent for her.

“Not again, Penelope. You will not go in the field again. There’s no reason for it. Your gorgeous self is staying on this bloody boat until I come back for you. Is that understood?”

“But I was good in the field.” Except for a sore shoulder where she’d hit the brick wall, she was perfectly fit.

“Penelope.”

Just one word and she knew she’d pushed him to his limit. “Yes, Master. I’ll stay on the boat or wherever you put me.”

It was better that way. Damon spent all his time trying to keep her safe. He needed to focus on the job at hand.

“I don’t like it when you won’t talk to me.”

Translation. You hurt me.

“I’m sorry, Master. I won’t do it again.”

“You have to tell me what you feel. It’s important to D/s.”

Translation. I need honesty to feel close to you.

“I promise. I’ll be honest. Even when I’m hurt. Especially when I’m hurt because I don’t think you ever mean to hurt me.”

“I do mean to hurt your arse, Penelope.”

Translation. I’m horny, but I’ll make you beg before you get my cock. Yes, she was learning Damon’s language quite nicely.

“I can handle it, Master.” Her heart clenched a little at the smile that broke over his face.

“On the bed. All fours. I’m not going easy on you because you decided to cry prettily and apologize.”

She scrambled to obey. That needed no translation, though she knew some of it was bluster. He’d never harmed her. His version of torture brought about the sweetest pleasures she’d ever known.

“I want you to understand something. After this is over, I’m not letting you go. You’re mine, damn it, and it’s going to stay that way. You’re going to keep that collar on forever. And if you ever take it off, you won’t bloody well appreciate the spanking I give you. I swear every smack will be from my hand and when I get tired, I’ll switch to the flogger.” His hand came out, cupping her arse. “Who does this belong to?”

“It’s yours, Master. It’s all yours.” Everything she had or was or had been belonged to him. Everything she would be was his. For as long as she lived.

She tried not to think about it any other way. Damon was reckless, stubborn. He would likely die long before her, but she wouldn’t stop loving him. She would just wait until the day she could join him again.

He smacked her, his hand covering her cheek with heat and that flare of sensation that got her moaning. Once, twice, three times.

“You will not shut me out.” Four. Five and six. “You will talk to me when you’re angry. I’m your Dom. I’m your lover. You will tell me what’s wrong.” Seven and eight and nine.

She thought about mentioning that what was wrong right now was that her arse was on fire, but decided to hold that bit back. “Yes, Master.”

She cried, letting it all out. The day had been dreadful despite the fact that it had turned out all right. Now that she was here with him, she could let go.

“That’s right, love. Let it all out. Let it go. You’re safe now.”

She lost track of the number of times he spanked her. It didn’t matter. What mattered was their connection and the fact that she didn’t have to hide her pain. She cried and cried, the tears purifying her in a way she’d never known possible.

After what seemed like forever, he stopped, pulling her up into his arms. He shifted her around.

“Don’t ever leave me.” Translation. I love you. I missed you. I can’t live without you.

She saw him through her tears. She saw how vulnerable he was. He’d made himself vulnerable for her, only for her. “I love you, Damon. I won’t ever leave you.”

His mouth slammed on hers, his tongue surging inside. His arms caged her, holding her to his chest so her nipples rubbed against the fabric of his shirt. His hands moved lower, cupping the cheeks he’d recently set ablaze and dragging her against him, grinding his erection on her. “I need you.”

“You have me.” She let him press her down to the bed, the ache in her bum strangely erotic. She spread her legs, her pussy already wet and warm. The spanking got her primed for her Master.

He was up on his knees, staring down at her. “Do you know how beautiful you are to me?”

“You make me feel that way.” No one else had ever made her feel like Damon did.

He tore at his slacks, his usual grace deserting him in the heat of the moment. He fumbled a bit, shoving them down and freeing his cock. “Don’t think that just because I give you an orgasm means all is forgiven. You’re going to be my slave tonight because it seems I’m going to be yours for the rest of my bloody life.”

It was a fair exchange in her estimation.

He didn’t bother to get undressed, merely tossed his shirt to the side and stroked his cock before falling on her.

He kissed her like a starving man, inhaling her. He made a place for himself between her legs, his cock homing in on where it wanted to be.

She gasped as he pushed his full length inside her in one long pass.

So full. It didn’t matter how many times he fucked her, he always managed to take her breath away.

He held himself still, allowing her to get used to just how big he was. This was the moment that made all the bad stuff worthwhile. This moment when they were together, when nothing was between them.

“Take me.” He pulled out and fucked his way back in. “Take everything I give you.”

She reached up and let her hands find the muscular cheeks of his rear, her nails sinking in. If he hadn’t tied her down, then she knew he wanted her with him. Her Master didn’t want her still and silent when he fucked her. He wanted to make her moan. He wanted her passion, and she gave it to him.

All other thoughts fled. The world receded until it was only the two of them. They were all that mattered. Her and Damon.

He moaned and shoved in hard as she cupped his arse. He picked up the pace, slamming his pelvis against hers, hitting high inside her pussy even while he ground himself against her clit. “Come for me. You come for me, Penelope. My Penelope.”

She worked his cock, straining for the pleasure she knew was waiting for her. Over and over again, he took her higher until his cock hit that magic spot and she went flying.

She cried out, letting the pleasure take her. The orgasm crashed into her like a rushing wave, sending heat through her veins.

Damon stiffened on top of her, his gorgeous face contorting. Another spark of pure sensation went through her as he flooded her with come, holding himself tight against her body, keeping them connected.

He collapsed against her, their chests nestling together. He kissed her again, his mouth lazy against hers.

“I’m not done, love. Not even close. I want everything. I’ll have everything from you before the night is over,” he whispered against her mouth. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, making her start to shiver and shake all over again.

Penelope sighed and wished the night would never end.

Damon stared down at her body. Flushed with her recent orgasm, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

And he really wanted to punish her some more.

“Turn over. Arse in the air.” He was well aware his voice was harsh, but he couldn’t seem to control it. Like all things when it came to Penelope Cash, he wasn’t in control. Not really. He could play at it, but he’d been hers from the first moment he’d touched her, the first time he put his lips on hers and realized what it meant to kiss a woman with his whole being. He’d fought it, likely would still have a few battles with it, but he wasn’t willing to ever walk away.

He could have it all. He could still work and he could have Penelope. All he had to do was be more careful. Knowing Penelope was waiting for him would make him think before he did reckless shit like today.

But she needed to understand that he could only be pushed so far.

She smiled up at him, a lazy gorgeous thing. “You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” She flipped over, moving with a slow grace as if she wasn’t really worried about what he would do. “I did say I was sorry.”

He moved from the bed, but couldn’t take his eyes off the way she presented herself to him. Her knees were wide, her cheeks in the air. He could see her labia. It was rich and creamy and still had his come coating it.

He was so hard he could barely breathe. He sent a small thanks to the universe that his heart could survive sex with her because he’d rather die than give it up.

“I require more than your apology.” She’d put him through hell. It was stupid because he was a man who had actually been tortured by people who knew bloody well what they were doing, but he’d rather have his balls crushed by Afghan terrorists than spend another day thinking he’d broken her.

Her lips curled in a serene smile. “Yes, Master. What are you going to do to your poor sub?”

“I’m going to show you who’s boss. I’m going to take that pretty arse and make it mine. No one else’s. God, Penelope. How could you possibly think I would share you? I can’t stand it when other men look at you.” He kicked his pants and shorts to the side. He wouldn’t need them for the rest of the night. He might just keep her naked and in bed until they reached Berlin.

He loved how she shivered. “Damon, I was insecure. I still am. I love you so much. I couldn’t stand the thought that I meant nothing to you. I know that’s wrong now. I won’t make the same mistake, but you should know, my insecurities will likely come up again.”

“Then I’ll have to slap your arse silly until we get rid of them.” How did he make her understand? How did he tell her that of the hundreds of women he’d slept with, she was the only one to really engage him? Well, for starters, he would never mention that there had been hundreds of women. He wasn’t a bloody idiot. “I only want you, Penelope.”

He grabbed his kit out of the drawer and found what he was looking for. He set aside the toys he would use later on the small bedside table and then pulled out his prize. He’d prepped a pretty purple plug for her. Her favorite color. It looked good on her. It would look damn fine forcing her tiny hole open in preparation for him. She’d slept with a plug a few nights when they were in London, but it was still so small, so tight. He would be the only man to ever touch her like this.

“That’s good because I only want you, Damon.”

He frowned her way. He was indulgent, but this was the only place he had any real control and he wasn’t about to give it up. He swatted her arse, right down the middle. Her squeal made his dick jump. “What do you call me when I’m fucking you?”

“Master. I call you my Master.”

“That’s right.” His sub. She was his and she would remain his. He reached down and touched the silver collar around her neck. He would replace it with something better, more expensive. His sub deserved diamonds. “Relax, Penelope. I’m going to open you up a bit.”

He lubed up the plug and then took a look at the petite hole he was going to fuck. Pretty and pink, and so tight he could already feel it strangling his cock.

She took a deep breath in, and he loved the way her spine straightened as she waited for him. She didn’t protest as he placed the plug against the rings of her hole, teasing it in tight circles.

He stared at that sweet hole, watching it fight him. He would win. She didn’t stand a chance against him. Patience was all that was required, patience and a steady hand. He had both. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”