Lexi Blake - Dungeon Royale

“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.

He was going to get his mouth on her pussy and not leave for a very long time.

It was just part of her training. That was all it was. The fact that his cock was truly engaged was a plus in his opinion, but at the heart of it, having sex with Penelope Cash was a necessity. It would bond her to him, make her trust him so if everything went to hell, she would obey him without question.

It was time to start testing the fragile bond he’d begun to forge with his sub.

“Darling, you’re feeling better?” He opened his arm, silently requesting she come to him.

It left her with a choice—the brother she’d known for years or the man who’d held her, touched her.

She practically fell over herself to get to Damon. “I’m much better now.”

Wrapping an arm possessively around her shoulders, he looked back at her brother. He told himself the warmth he felt was all about a job well done. It had nothing to do with satisfaction that she’d chosen him. “Excellent. I was just telling your brother about how we met.”

She flushed sweetly. “He was my boss. It’s why I didn’t talk about it. He took a transfer so now we can openly date. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him. Damon. His name is Damon.”

Damon held a hand out. “Damon Knight. It’s nice to meet you.”

Penelope made introductions all around. He put on his most charming face and managed to finesse his way out of the family situation in less than twenty minutes. After the dance he’d promised Penelope, he took her hand and made his good-byes, wishing Beatrice and her new husband all the best of luck.

The bitch would need it since he’d placed her on a Thai terrorist watch list, and she was scheduled to be picked up and questioned the minute her plane touched down.

She would probably get out of it. Eventually.

“I don’t understand why I have to leave my home.” Penelope’s fingers were threaded through his as they walked along Bishopsgate. The late afternoon sun was high in the sky, only the tiniest pinch of a chill in the air, but Penelope shivered.

He eased out of his suit coat, placing it around her shoulders before clasping her hand again. The weekend crowds were hustling around them and he didn’t intend to lose her.

She stopped, her hands on the coat. “Oh, I’m fine. I’m sure you’re cold as well. You don’t have to.”

He stared, not minding that he was stopping foot traffic. “Leave the coat on, Penelope.”

Her blue eyes were almost the same color as the sky and just as bright. “Is this one of those Dominant things?”

It seemed like forever since he’d had to truly train a submissive. Most of the ones he’d played with in the last few years already understood everything about the lifestyle. “It’s one of those polite things. What kind of household did you grow up in that you think a man should allow his female to be cold so he can remain warm?”

She pulled the coat around her, the material practically swallowing her frame. “My father was a college professor. I have to admit, he wasn’t big on manners per se. Not that he wasn’t polite, but he was often thinking of other things. Mum, god rest her soul, was a bit of a feminist.”

“Keep the coat on,” he commanded, taking her hand again and beginning to walk toward Liverpool Street. “And this is precisely why you’re moving in with me. We can’t have these sorts of arguments on the boat. We’re supposed to be a D/s couple.”

“So it is one of those Dominant things.” A cheeky grin curled her lips up.

Oh, she was going to be enormous fun to spank. “We’re going into intensive training, and that means I want access to you twenty-four seven until we get on that boat. I want you to get comfortable with the team I have backing us up. They’re Americans, so they take some getting used to. I especially want you to spend time with Charlotte. She’s going in with her husband as another couple on holiday.”

“She’s pretending to be a sub, too?”

Charlotte didn’t have to pretend, which made her practically perfect to help educate Penelope. “She’s Ian Taggart’s wife and his submissive. She’s also a well-trained operative. I brought her in to help teach you about the lifestyle. She can answer all your questions from the submissive’s point of view.”

She turned a little, her eyes lighting up in a way he believed they wouldn’t have before the incident in the washroom. She needed intimacy to open up. “When do I get my gun?”

“I’ve rethought that part of the operation. If you prove to me that you can use one, perhaps.” He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of an armed Penelope. She would just as likely shoot herself as she would anyone else. As though to prove his point, she nearly tripped on a perfectly even piece of the pavement. He caught her easily and then picked up the brooch that had come unpinned.

“Oh, sorry. I’m always losing things like that.” She pinned the brooch back on and steadied herself. She seemed to be having trouble with the tiny kitten heels she was wearing. Subs at The Garden were given the choice of stilettos or bare feet. He could guess which one Penelope would choose. But then he rather liked the fact that she only came up to his shoulders. It allowed him to tuck her easily against his body when he held her.

She turned and her handbag nearly took the head off a corgi. “Sorry!”

She might never get a gun. He pulled her away before she could kill a passerby with that purse of hers. “You evaded my question before. Why do you let those women humiliate you?”

She frowned, and he almost wished he hadn’t asked the question. “I didn’t want to cause a scene. It’s always that way with the Henderson side of the family. I still go to events because we’re related, but I try to stay away from her. She’s a bully. I don’t let her get to me.”