How was that possible?
Miles thought for sure she’d be married and pregnant by the time she was 19. She was such a little sweetheart, such a darling doll. If he’d been smarter, he would have married her himself, but he hadn’t been smarter. He’d been an idiot.
What Miles wanted more than anything was to win Penelope’s heart. He wanted to stay on Dragon Isle, he wanted to marry her, he wanted to give her babies. Lots of babies. He wanted four or five little dragon babies running around and he wanted them all to look just like her.
Miles wanted Penelope.
The problem wasn’t his desire or his commitment, though. The problem was that he had run away once and she was probably afraid he would do it again. Miles was no idiot. It made logical sense that if someone left once, they would do it twice.
Penelope would be scared.
He had to find a way to convince her he was serious this time.
He wasn’t some young, naïve kid anymore. The military had changed him. Life had changed him. War had changed him.
Now he was a man who was strong, determined, brave. Now he was a man who wouldn’t back down no matter what happened.
Now he was a man who would go to the ends of the fucking Earth if it meant he got to spend just one more day with sweet, beautiful Penelope.
As he stood in front of the mansion, he looked up at the stars. Soon she would arrive. The only way to the mansion was through the air. He supposed you could walk, but it would take at least a whole day, and who wanted to spend an entire day traipsing through the untamed parts of the island?
Miles wasn’t scared of dragons, but he was no fan of spiders.
And he figured that the forests on the island had some pretty big fucking spiders.
The first floor lights were on, giving the yard a soft glow in the darkness. There was also an exterior light in the yard, a tall one. It looked like a street light, but out of place in the middle of nowhere. Bugs flickered and flitted around the light as Miles waited for Penny to arrive.
He was more nervous than he should be. He was the Dom, after all. It was his job to have it all together, but tonight he didn’t feel put together.
Tonight he felt like his heart might explode.
Then he heard the flapping of wings and looked up. Jasmine.
He should have known Penelope would get a ride, would want to be clothed. He himself had asked Anthony to fly him out, which his friend had been all too happy to do. Miles had regretted his decision almost immediately. Anthony had spent half an hour after their arrival just talking about how fucking in love he was with his new mate.
It was annoying, really.
But Anthony had finally left him to be alone and Miles had spent the last twenty minutes wondering whether Penelope would fly in her dragon form. He wanted to see her again. It had been so long since he’d ridden on her back, touched her wings, pet her snout. He wanted to watch her shift back into a sweet, naked human woman. He wanted to watch her blush as she turned around and met his eyes for the first time. He wanted to see her soft skin glow in the moonlight.
But not today.
Today Jasmine had flown Penelope. Jasmine landed and Penelope looked over at him. She was wearing a pair of fuck-me heels and though she looked fucking gorgeous, he didn’t want her to break her ankle trying to get off of Jasmine.
Miles went over and held open his arms. Penny jumped right in. He didn’t want to dwell on how good that felt.
He held her for a moment, then set her carefully down.
“Thanks for flying her out,” he said to Jasmine. Though Pen’s friend didn’t shift to speak with Miles, Jasmine did snort out a little bit of fire in his general direction.
“I’m not going to hurt her,” he said firmly, fighting the urge to jump away from her flames. Jasmine seemed to evaluate that statement for a moment before she turned to Penelope.
“It’s okay,” Pen said softly. “You can leave us.” Jasmine waited another moment, then seemed to be satisfied. She spread her gorgeous wings and leapt up, flying away into the night. Penelope watched her leave, then turned back to Miles.
“So, I hear you want to talk.”
“Oh, I think we’re going to do more than just talk.”
“Is that so?”
Penelope looked far too sultry tonight. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he couldn’t handle it. Miles was an excellent Dom with plenty of experience. He’d learned a lot during his army days, but she had always been too hot to handle. She was a gorgeous dragon and him? He was just some poor sap with big dreams.
He needed to get himself under control.
He needed to remind himself that he could do this.
“We’re going to do a lot of things tonight, Miss Alchemy.”
Penelope looked up at Miles with those big eyes of hers and he almost came in his pants right there. He had a feeling she didn’t know how gorgeous she was. She sure as hell didn’t know six years ago.
That summer had been the best time of his life. She had been free and perfect and lovely. And now? Now she was a woman with full curves and the sass to go with it. Oh yeah, he had a feeling she was going to be a little brat.
That’s okay.
He would enjoy spanking her.
“Inside,” he said, and she entered the first floor of the large mansion. It was nearly empty, but Anthony had been talking about moving in. He kept a separate residence that he shared with his mate and best friend, but now that his mother knew about the club, he didn’t have much of a reason not to live on-site. He had kept the place a secret from the old dragonwoman for years, but his mate had tattled on him and invited the old woman to their mating ceremony.
Miles wondered if Audrey had gotten the spanking she deserved for that one. Maybe not. Rumor had it that Anthony was pretty creative when it came to punishing naughty submissives. Maybe he had come up with some other way to repay his lovely bride for her shenanigans.
As they walked through the open living room, Miles wondered whether or not Anthony would go through with the move. There was a lot to be said about being close to work, but maybe having some distance was nice, too. The mansion was lovely, but maybe having it separate from Anthony’s private residence was a good thing, especially if they planned to have children in the future.
Miles was a thinker, creative. When he looked around the mansion, he couldn’t help envisioning different ways the space could be utilized. They could open a little restaurant upstairs or even teach BDSM classes. Maybe it could be renovated for weekend retreats and couples who needed to get away or spice things up could come out for some fun.
The possibilities were endless.
He tried to turn off his mind, but there were too many things he wanted to do, too many things he could do to make Anthony’s dream of The Dungeon become even greater.
“You’ve got your thinking cap on,” Penelope commented. She knew him well.
“This space has a lot of possibilities. I was just picturing some of them.”
“What exactly did you do in the army?” Penelope wondered. He realized that he’d never told her.
“I built stuff.”
She turned away from him, showing off that luscious ass. Penelope looked out over the room with one hand on her hip.
“What kinda stuff?” She turned back toward him.
“I built a lot of stuff: buildings, bridges. You name it.”
“You must have been good at it.”
“I was. I can see you’re good at building things, too.”
“I’m a personal assistant and a geek, Miles. I’ve never built anything in my life.”
“You’ve built some pretty high walls, if my eyesight isn’t failing me.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t say anything.
“Around your heart, Penelope. You aren’t fooling me with them.”
“What do you know about my walls, Miles?”
“More than you think.” He had to be careful. He didn’t want to spook her. Penelo
pe was strong, but she was fragile, too. Miles had a feeling she spent her time looking after everyone around her, but who looked after Penelope?
Yeah, she had friends, but that wasn’t the same as having a lover.
It wasn’t the same as having someone who took care of you.
It wasn’t the same as having someone who could lick your pussy after a long day and make you scream in ecstasy.
Without another word, Penelope moved through the room. Despite the high heels, she walked with confidence. Miles was impressed. She didn’t wobble, though he was certain she’d never worn heels like that before. If she had, it wasn’t often.
Penelope headed for the main staircase that led to the play area downstairs, swaying her hips as she moved. Oh, he couldn’t wait to dive between her legs and nibble her ass. He was going to bite her, mark her. He was going to lick her until she came undone beneath him.
“Nope,” Miles said, hurrying up beside her. He placed his hand gently on her back and turned her in the opposite direction. “We’re going in the back door tonight.”
“Double entendre?” She said quietly, curiously, but he didn’t respond. It would be good for her to worry a little bit, but damn, if that question didn’t get him hard and ready.
“Hush that pretty little mouth,” he murmured, and hoped it would do the trick. If he let her, Penelope would get him all riled up before he’d even started.
They quietly moved down the back staircase, the one that had recently gotten a couple of little submissives into trouble with Anthony. Oh yes, he’d heard the whole story about how Audrey and Jasmine had sneaked in so Audrey could get a good look at her men in action.
It had turned out well enough for Anthony and Gabe, so Miles hoped it would be a symbol of good luck with him and Penelope to take the same staircase the first time they entered the club.
Miles went first, happy the stairwell was well-lit despite its limited usage. He wanted to tease Penelope to orgasm after orgasm. He wanted her to anticipate his touch. He did not want to scare her in the dark before they even got downstairs. If she was going to be frightened, it was by how good he made her feel: not by spiders lurking in the dark.
Miles really, really hated spiders.
He pushed the door open and they entered the play space. It looked different without the crowds. It was still intimidating, he knew, especially for a little subby, but different.
“Wow,” Penelope breathed. “I’ve never seen it like this before.”
“How many times have you seen it?”
“Just the one,” she blushed. “I, um, I came with Janae and Emerson.”
“Were you hoping for a threesome?” He thought he knew the answer, but he wanted to ask. The way her face turned even brighter red delighted him. This was going to be fun.
“Oh, no!” If her cheeks turned any redder, she would turn into a pretty little cherry. “Nothing like that. I just wanted to see what it was all about, you know, and Anthony said I couldn’t come without an escort.” She frowned at that. Miles wondered if it had been a fight. Penelope was feisty, especially when she didn’t get her way.
“Anthony knows what he’s doing. A dungeon can be a really fun place, but it can also be dangerous. It doesn’t take much for things to get out of hand. Having an escort will help keep you safe.”
“I know. I was upset at first. I felt like Anthony didn’t trust me to be on my own, but then Janae explained it to me and I realized it was for my own good.”
“Was that difficult for you to admit to them?”
“Yes. It’s difficult now, too. Miles, I’m used to being on my own. I look after myself. I answer to myself. I don’t mind following rules, but when they’re designed to protect me, sometimes it’s hard to accept. I like to think I can look after myself.”
“I’m proud of you for telling me all this, Penny. I know it’s not easy being open with someone.”
She shrugged and looked away for a moment, then turned back to him.
“It’s never been hard for me to open up to you Miles. You’ve always been important to me. I’ve always trusted you. Even after…after everything that happened between us, how things ended. I still trust you. Does that make me crazy?”
“No, Penelope. It doesn’t make you crazy.”
Miles took her hand and gripped it, leading her deeper into the club. He focused on his own breathing as he moved. He had invited her here to talk, but they both knew that was complete bullshit. They were going to make up for lost time tonight. They were going to do what they’d been needing, craving, ever since he left.
There were several stages set up throughout the main room of Anthony’s sex cave. During nights when the club was open, the stages would be full of people playing together or doing demonstrations. Anthony had been thinking about offering classes at some point, as well. He loved playing with Audrey and Gabriel. The two of them topped her together and while they weren’t lovers themselves, they enjoyed sharing their sweet little human.
Miles thought having classes was a great idea. He’d benefited from them in the past when he was first learning about BDSM. If someone wanted to experiment in the lifestyle, it was a good idea to be properly trained first. What better place to learn than a club where people had years of experience?
The couple moved toward the bar. There were a couple of glasses resting on the wooden bar. Miles had prepared cocktails before she arrived.
“Drink?” He asked, and she nodded.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and pet her hair. Penelope chose her drink and sipped it, looking around the room. “Nervous?”
“A little.”
“What are you nervous about?”
“Being vulnerable with you.” She said it simply, matter-of-factly. Her answer surprised Miles. It wasn’t what he expected to hear from her. He thought she’d be nervous about the idea of them fucking, playing, teasing. Maybe she’d be nervous that he planned to tie her up or flog her or even cane her.
But vulnerability?
That he hadn’t expected.
“It’s been a long time, Miles,” she said again. “And you really hurt me. I’ve opened up to you a lot already, but this isn’t going to be easy for me.”
She finished her drink and set it on the bar, then looked up him with her big, bright eyes blinking.
“What do you have planned for me tonight? What are you going to do to me?”
7
Penelope looked up at Miles feeling more naked than she’d ever been in her life. The club was gorgeous, sleek, and sexy even without guests present. Hardwood floors shined in the dim lighting and the equipment called out to her. It was almost all dark wood or black steel. There were black leather items and red velvet chairs and ties and handcuffs and tools and all sorts of things.
Several stages filled the space and there were seats around them. Many people preferred to stand while they watched a scene, but Anthony had recently added chairs for the older dragons and humans who wanted to play.
BDSM didn’t discriminate based on age, he said, and he wanted all of his guests to be comfortable.
“Come,” Miles said, and led Penelope to an empty stage. He guided her up the stairs and had her stand in the center. She looked out over the empty room. The lights were low, the way they were on club nights, but there was no music. Everything was quiet.
It was just the two of them.
She stood perfectly still, trying not to wobble in her heels. She’d held it together pretty well until this point, but now it was really happening. This was really happening.
What was Miles going to do to her?
Her body ached for his touch. It had been so long since she was touched by him, by anyone. She wanted him to bend her over and take her from behind. She could grip her ankles and he could fuck her hard while they stood on the stage, imagining that the audience was full and all eyes were on them.
Where were these thoughts coming from?
When had she gotten so wanton?
Pen
elope had never been an exhibitionist, but suddenly, it didn’t seem so bad. Maybe Lindsey and Jasmine’s “warm up” for the evening was working.
Miles circled her, eyeing her body, sizing her up.
“What are you going to do to me?” She whispered.
“Whatever I like.”
“What if I don’t like what you do to me?”
“Baby, you’re going to love what I do to you.”
She stood perfectly still as his eyes devoured her. She tried to stand up straight. Her mother had always fussed at her about good posture, and now Penelope was glad. The corset pushed her breasts up. They were almost falling out of the top. It was long enough to cover her rounded tummy, but the g-string didn’t cover anything.
It left nothing to the imagination.
“You have amazing breasts, Penelope. I want to lick them. Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
He stopped walking around and stood behind her. His hands were on her waist and he kissed her neck. She moaned. Oh, she wanted more. More.
“I’m going to lick them, suck them. I’m going to bite them.”
“Yes, I want that, too. I want you to taste me. I want you to touch all of me, Miles.”
“What about here?” He squeezed her ass, gripping the cheek. “Do you want me to touch you here, baby?”
“Yes, Miles. Everywhere.”
“I’m going to touch you, Penelope. We have six years of lost time to make up for and trust me, baby, it’s going to be worth the wait.”
The old Miles never would have talked to her like that, but Penelope was realizing that old Miles was gone. In his place was a new, confident man who went after what he wanted. And what he wanted, she knew, was her.
“First things first,” he said, and produced a thin strip of red silk.
“Blindfold, of course,” she commented, running her fingers over it. Miles placed the thin fabric over her eyes. “To make my other senses go crazy, I’m guessing.”
“You catch on quick.”
“I’ve been told I’m a fast study.”
Miles tied the blindfold on and made sure it wasn’t too tight. She blinked a few times, but finally closed her eyes behind the fabric. She couldn’t see anything. It was just the two of them.
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