by Lexi Blake
He shook off the ridiculous maudlin thoughts.
“Don’t spank her too hard,” Damon said, his eyes going back to Weston. He was cleaning up his scene space, his spine perfectly straight and not a hint of expression on his face. Poor bugger seemed to have fallen for the wrong girl.
Of course, he could say the same thing for his Penelope. She’d fallen for the wrong man. At least he thought she’d fallen for him. Sometimes he couldn’t tell. Sometimes he thought she might be perfectly happy to get rid of him at the end of the operation.
Until he commanded her to come to him and she went with such open willingness that he felt like fucking her was finally being home. Sliding into her body was like finding his place in the world.
Ian ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I know. We have to get on the boat tomorrow and I need her fully functional. I thought this would be fun, man.” He huffed a little. “I thought it would be like a second honeymoon. Then you have to fuck it all up by having a crazy stalker asshole. Kill him when you get the chance because it’s screwing with my sex life.”
Trust Tag to make him chuckle. Still, it was easy to see the man had changed. He gave a damn about the people around him. Damon remembered when he was cold, calculating. Tag laughed now. He joked. He had a life.
Was there a life out there for him, too?
“What scene are you running tonight with blondie there? By the way, you look lovely, dear.” For all Tag’s crudeness, he’d always been kind to subs.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her arms tightened around his legs. “Was I not supposed to talk? Are we in high protocol?”
He hadn’t spent enough time with her. He knew it. He’d spent all his time getting his cock inside her and not enough time preparing her. “Calm down, love. We’re going in as a fairly new couple. Ian and Charlotte are going to pose as our sponsors. If anyone asks, we’re still feeling our way. It means that we might have to go to some of the seminars.”
Tag snorted a little. “I can’t wait to see you in Protocol 101 or Plug Your Sub’s Ass in Ten Easy Ways.”
“Why on earth would they want to make it easy?” A good plugging should be work.
“What?” Penelope’s head came off his lap.
He eased her back down. Actually, it might be fun to shock her a bit. “I signed us up for Extreme Figging.”
“I know what that is, Damon. You are not shoving ginger up my bum.”
They had to get a few things straight. He might not have spent enough time with her, but he’d been very plain in his rules. One of them was never to tell him what he couldn’t do, and certainly not in his own bloody club. “Over my lap right now.”
Her head came up, a gorgeous pout on her mouth. “I’m sorry, Master. I meant to say that I don’t think I would enjoy having ginger shoved up my bum and could we please talk about it?”
Not working on him. “If that’s what you meant, then that’s what you should have said. Do I treat you with disrespect in front of our friends? Do you know the rules about how to act when we’re on a dungeon floor?”
She nodded, already sniffling a little. God, she was beautiful. “Yes.”
“What will happen if you do that on the boat?”
“Damn it.” She shook her head. “And now I cursed. It would blow our cover or at the very least draw unwanted attention to us. I’m sorry, Damon.”
“I’m not going to spank you for cursing, love. It would be the height of hypocrisy. I curse quite a bit myself, but try to keep it to a minimum while we’re working and certainly when we’re playing. And yes, it would draw attention to us. So over my lap. It’s a count of twenty.”
“But I apologized.”
“And you can do so again after you’ve received my discipline.” He kept his tone quiet but firm. She was nervous about being in public. He knew damn well she wasn’t scared of the bloody spanking. He’d spanked her several times and every one ended in his cock up her cunt and her screaming out his name. No. She was looking around. Just because Charlotte had talked her into a new wardrobe that showed far too much of her breasts didn’t change the fact that she was nervous. Being naked for him was one thing. He was her lover. This was public punishment, and she’d better bloody get used to it.
Tag didn’t make things easy on her. He simply grinned her way and waggled his eyebrows lasciviously. “I’m looking forward to watching.”
“What are you doing, you pervert?” His wife walked up, her heels clacking against the stone floor. “Are you two being mean to Penny?”
He wasn’t having a bloody minute of that garbage. There was no way he was going to spend the evening placating his sub’s friend. He was grateful to Charlotte for befriending Penelope, but she tended to stick her nose in where it absolutely didn’t belong. “Tag, forget what I said about not spanking her. If she interferes with me the way she did Weston, I’ll chuck you both out of this club and you can spend the night on the street for all I’ll care.”
Tag reached out and grabbed his wife’s hand, and she was over his lap in a heartbeat, his hand raining down on her bum. “I’ve given you an enormous amount of rope, baby, and you are hanging yourself with it. Do you come between a Dom and his sub?”
“She isn’t his sub.” Charlotte’s breath hitched as Ian’s hand came down on her ass. “Chelsea isn’t Simon’s.”
“And she never will be because big sister likes to interfere. She had a safe word. She could have used it. What did you think he was going to do to her?”
The Taggarts continued, dealing with their family drama through spanking. He had his own domestic dispute.
Damon patted his lap. “We’re up to thirty now. Every second you delay adds to the punishment. We have a long ride to Dover in the morning. You can be as uncomfortable as your stubbornness allows.”
She nearly jumped in his lap, but then he noticed that when Penelope finally decided to do something, she tended to leap in with both feet. He had to catch her or she likely would have rolled right off his lap and onto the floor. He found himself with an armful of Penelope, and he’d been right about how lovely she would look in a thong. Her cheeks were round, and he couldn’t help but lay his hands on them and give them a nice squeeze.
He brought his hand down in a sharp arc, enjoying the sound of the smack and the little squeal that came after. He rained down on her, keeping a careful count. He’d told her thirty. She’d done her level best not to make it thirty-one, so she would only get thirty.
But he could spank her all night, really. He laid them all over her cheeks, snapping the string of her thong in between spanks. Her skin got a hot pink sheen to it and she clutched at his ankles, her breath coming out in sexy pants.
He let his hand work, delivering discipline to her arse and the curvy backs of her legs. He stopped when he reached thirty and held his palm flat on the last place he’d spanked, keeping the heat against her flesh. It was definitely time to get her more used to public sex.
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 nic
e 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.”
Chapter Thirteen
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 tryi
ng 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.
