Dungeon Royale (Masters and Mercenaries) (27 page)

He looked down at her, his eyes widening slightly, and then his hand came out to touch her hair.

The power exchange was just that, she realized. She didn’t have to give up herself. She exchanged one power for another.

Penny wrapped her arms around his leg and felt him relax. He guided her head to his lap and continued to talk.

Penny rested against him, promising herself it wouldn’t be the last time.

* * * *

Damon petted his sub, allowing the peace he always seemed to feel when she was being sweet and submissive to wash over him.

Ian, on the other hand, was obviously not feeling his calm.

“She shouldn’t interrupt him. I’ve warned her time and time again. I’m going to spank her ass silly. She won’t be able to sit for a week. What’s the worst torture device you have? Come on, man. You’ve got to have something really good. You’re British. You still have actual dungeons.”

He let his hand play in the softness of Penelope’s hair. “Your sister-in-law obviously has problems that she isn’t ready to deal with.”

“Because Charlie won’t let her. I swear sometimes she treats Chelsea like her toddler instead of her twenty-seven-year-old sister.” He sat back. “Simon could do her a world of good.”

The way Penelope was doing him a world of good. But then he and Chelsea had the same problems. “It only works if she lets him.”

He understood Chelsea’s issues. He couldn’t allow that trust and affection to truly grow between them because it would be that much harder to break from her when the time came.

He wasn’t sure how he would handle seeing her at the office. What the hell would he do when she eventually found a smart man and settled down? Would he catch a glimpse of pictures of her husband on her desk? Her children?

He didn’t even want children. He’d always known he wouldn’t have any. The world was too cruel, too mercurial, to bring something as vulnerable as a child into it. No, he wouldn’t do it. Wouldn’t even consider it. Still, he wondered what her children would look like. Serious girls with her sweet face and smart mind.

Dumb boys who needed their mother to keep them in line because their father would rather play with them. Like he hadn’t been able to play as a child.

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 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.”

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.