Dungeon Royale (Masters and Mercenaries)

by Lexi Blake

  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.

  Chapter Twenty

  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 ho
le 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.”

  He loved to hear her talk about sex. She sounded like a dirty Victorian heroine.

  “Pressure, Master. It feels weird and jangly and I don’t want it, but I know I really do.”

  Because she trusted him. Because she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He pressed in a bit, gaining a centimeter before drawing the plug back out again. Her gasp of relief was short-lived because he pushed the plastic back in, deeper this time.

  “I’m larger than the plug, Penelope.”

  “I know that. Believe me, Master, I’m thinking about that fact right this very minute.” She panted a bit as he rounded the plug’s tip around her, the rings of her muscles tightening in a vain attempt to keep it out.

  “I’ll fit, love. I’ll fit just fine.” His dick strained up, pre-come pulsing from his slit. He’d had her not five minutes before and he was already dying to be inside her again. He couldn’t imagine a time when he wouldn’t be desperate for her.

  He pressed in again, her hole opening beautifully and the plug sliding in halfway. He held it there, allowing her to get used to the feeling. “I can fuck you with the plug inside and you’ll be so full. You’ll be packed tight and you’ll scream for your Master.”

  She moaned as he forced the plug deep, burying it inside to the flat head that kept it anchored.

  “Turn over. Don’t you lose that plug or I’ll know you need a bigger one.”

  She moved carefully, gingerly twisting her body while clenching her cheeks together. The expression on her face was so sweet as she concentrated on doing his biding.

  And she looked scrumptious. He hadn’t eaten all day. Not speaking to her had set off his appetite, but now it was back with a vengeance. “Spread your legs.”

  “Master, if I spread my legs, I’ll likely lose the plug.”

  Ah, the joys of torture. “That’s exactly what I intend for you to do, love. I intend for you to lose that plug and then I’ll smack your arse and maybe get out the ginger lube. That will teach you not to lose my plug.” He climbed on the bed, letting his hands slide up her legs. Curvy and petite. He loved how small she was compared to him. Feminine and yet solid. She could handle everything he wanted to give her.

  Her whole body tightened. “You want me to fail. You want to punish me.”

  It was his nature, but he liked a fair fight for the most part. “If you concentrate very hard, you can keep it in.” He licked his lips as he stared down at her pussy. So pretty.

  A little laugh huffed out, making her chest rise and fall, her nipples peak. “You’re going to make it hell for me to concentrate, aren’t you?”

  No one ever said she wasn’t smart. He moved her legs apart, cautiously, giving her the chance to adjust. Now that he was here, he kind of wanted to see her succeed. She was biting her lip, trying so hard. She tackled tasks he set for her with the single-minded determination of a pure type-A personality.

  “Oh, yes, love. We’re going to play a game. I’m going to lick you and suck on your clit. I’m going to bite your nipples and make a feast of you, and if you keep the plug in, you’ll get a prize. If you don’t, you’ll get a bigger plug.”

  “And what does my Master get?”

  “Oh, your Master gets to taste you, and either way he’s still going to shove his cock in your virgin arse and fill you with his come.” He had to admit, the game was stacked in his favor. Either way, he won.

  His cock split her labia, resting against her clit as he stared down at her. The eager bugger wanted back in, but he wasn’t in charge right now. Damon reached down and palmed her breasts, cupping them before he took her nipples between his fingers. He had more toys to torture her with.

  “I think you’re beautiful, love. I mean for you to understand that. You’ll be even prettier with a bit of jewelry.” He reached for the clamps he’d set up. Tweezer clamps with a T-chain running through them.

  “Oh, Master.” Her face tightened as he rubbed her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

  He leaned over and tongued her nipple, loving the way her skin tasted, inhaling her clean, feminine scent. He sucked the tip into his mouth, pulling hard. Her body tightened under his, her skin heating up. She moaned a little, her legs restless.

  He switched to the other nipple, tonguing and sucking. When he was satisfied with her squirming, he got back to his knees. He took her nipple in his fingers and pinched down, bringing the blood to her peak before slipping the clamp on.

  She gasped, her eyes widening.

  “Very nice.” He played with the opposite nipple, toying with it before attaching the jewel. “See. You don’t need anything else. Well, maybe one more thing.”

  He held up the final clamp, perfectly satisfied with the way her eyes widened.

  “Where does that go, Master?” She asked the question with the deep suspicion of one who worried she already knew.

  There was no point in telling her when he could show her. He got to his belly because he wasn’t going to pay any less attention to her clitoris than he had her nipples. It deserved some love before he tortured it.

  He licked her clit, a long, slow pass of his tongue. He could still taste himself on her, knew his come would be inside her for a good long while.

  “Master. Please, Master,” she panted out her pleas.

  That was what he wanted to hear. He wanted her breathy cries, wanted her desperation. He wanted to hear her beg him. He wanted her so far from any worries or cares that all that existed in her head was pleasure.

  He suckled her, letting his fingers part her flesh. She was still so wet, so warm and soft from her previous orgasm. Her clit was swollen, extended from behind its hood. It poked out, desperate for another bout of pleasure.

  But he wasn’t giving it to her just yet.

  He suckled her, taking her clit between his teeth and biting down gently.

  She screamed. “Please. Please, Damon. Please more.”

  And she graciously gave him the chance to punish her. He reached up and gently pulled the chain, making the clamps bite into her nipples.

  Penelope gasped, losing her breath. “Master. Master. I meant Master.”

  “Then you should say Master, love.” He gave it one more yank before setting it back down. The T-shaped chain looked beautiful against her skin. He smoothed it out, drawing the lower line down her sweetly curved belly toward the place where he would soon clip it to the final piece of jewelry. “For a woman who speaks so many languages, you seem to have a bit of trouble with English.”

  “As long as I speak Damon Knight fluently, I think I’ll be all right, Master.”

  So he spoke a different language, did he? She was probably right a
nd he was fine with it. As long as Penelope could understand it, he didn’t give a damn if anyone else could.

  “Are they too tight?” He focused on her clit again.

  “They’re making me crazy, Master. It feels like you’re everywhere.”

  That was the point. He wanted her aware of him. In her nipples, her pussy, her arse. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once.

  He suckled her clit one last time before easing the clamp on. Very gently, he tightened it until it was a pearly jewel, throbbing just for him.

  He got to his knees, looking down on his work. She was writhing, her muscles clenching, her pretty face desperate but filled with trust. She wasn’t fighting him. She was waiting for his pleasure, his discipline, anything he wanted to give her.

  No one had ever trusted him the way Penelope did, and he had to do everything in his power to be worthy of that trust.

  He couldn’t do that if he was bloody well dead because he wasn’t smart enough to know when to hang it up.

  He shoved the thought away because he didn’t have to make any decisions now. He couldn’t imagine not being an operative, but he also couldn’t imagine life without her. The job required long times away from home. The job sometimes required him to fuck for information.

  He couldn’t ever take another woman. How was he supposed to fuck a target and then come home to Penelope?

  “Master? Don’t. Not now.” She reached for him. “Stay with me.”

  She understood him, saw him in a way no one else could, not even himself. She knew when he was drifting and knew how to bring him back. He had to make a few things clear. He touched the chain, tracing it with his fingertips. The metal was cool and her skin warm. The chain twinkled with polished beauty but she was the real gem. He’d been so cold, hard, until he’d managed to fasten himself around her warm heart. “I won’t let you down. We have things to work out, but I won’t let you down. Not ever.”

  Her hands covered his, holding the chain to her body. “Say it, Damon. Say the words for me.”