Dragon Isle Boxed Set, Books 4-6: Lost to the Dragon, Beware of Dragons, and Catching the Dragon

by Stern, Sophie

  As a dragon, her senses were already much more intense than a human’s. With the blindfold on, she could practically hear Miles’ heart beating. He walked around the stage, presumably setting things up. Since he had already prepared everything, including the drinks, she assumed this was part of the game he was playing.

  He wanted her vulnerable, raw, and open to him.

  He wanted her to be surprised.

  Tonight, Miles didn’t want to give Penelope any clues about what was going to happen when he began touching her. That much was obvious. Maybe the Army hadn’t changed him so much, after all. He had always been a good lover. He had been kind. Penelope had been naïve when they slept together for the first time, but the other men she’d been with showed her just how good Miles really was.

  He always made sure she came, always made sure she was comfortable. A lot of men didn’t care about those things. They wanted to get off and they wanted to have fun, but they didn’t really care about her fun.

  Miles was different. If Penelope didn’t come before or during sex, Miles didn’t leave until she came. Maybe he would rub her clit with his fingers while he sucked on her breasts or maybe he would lick her pussy until she came against him, but he’d give her an orgasm.

  Penelope didn’t want to think about her other lovers, but she couldn’t help comparing. Miles really was the best. Already he had been so sweet and thoughtful. He’d done everything in his power to make her comfortable, to put her at ease, but she was barely holding it together. Her body was a mixture of excitement and arousal as she listened to him.

  She heard furniture moving, she thought, but her listening really centered on him: his footsteps, his movements. He moved like a cat, like a panther, maybe. If Penelope didn’t know better, didn’t know he was human, she thought he might be able to pass as a shifter.

  “So, what happened to you?” She said, speaking out, trying to keep her voice level. She didn’t look around, didn’t move her body. It was hard enough standing still in her heels. She didn’t need to fall off the stage because she couldn’t see. She was a dragon: not invincible.

  “In the Army? A lot,” he kept moving things around, but didn’t offer any more information. Soon Miles came back and gently moved Penelope around a little bit. “Lean forward,” he said. “I’ll help you.” She did as he asked and found she was leaning over a long, low padded bench-type thing. “It’s a spanking bench,” he said. “It’s shaped like a really narrow picnic table. We’re going to lift your legs now, okay?” He helped position her and she flushed with embarrassment when she realized her backside was now fully on display.

  True to his word, the contraption seemed to be shaped like a picnic table, but squished together. She imagined herself spread over a plaid-covered table in the middle of a park. Sandwiches, lemonade, and pussy: what a lovely meal that would be. She giggled unintentionally and felt a swat against her bottom.

  “Something funny?” His voice was deep.

  Shit.

  She hadn’t meant to laugh out loud.

  “No, sir,” she whispered.

  “Care to share with the class?”

  “Um…”

  He spanked her again on the other cheek. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. This was so naughty, so bad. She didn’t think she was supposed to be enjoying this. Not as much as she was.

  “I was just picturing us having a picnic,” she admitted. It’s a good thing she was blindfolded. She didn’t want to know what expression was playing on his face. Amusement? Disappointment? Frustration? Excitement?

  “If I remember correctly, we did have a picnic once.”

  “On the beach,” she whispered.

  “So you remember.”

  “Of course.” It was halfway through the summer. After a week of rain, the sun had finally come out and they’d packed a picnic basket full of sandwiches and lemonade, veggies and fruit and cookies. She’d flown them both to her favorite beach and when she shifted, he spread her out on the picnic blanket and made love to her before they ate.

  And again after.

  And a few times in between.

  “That was a perfect day,” Miles said. “Maybe tonight will be just as good.” He kissed her hair softly in a surprising moment of tenderness, then got back to the task at hand.

  He helped Penelope get as comfortable as possible on the little table. Her legs and arms went on either side on narrow benches and her abdomen was supported by the center “table.” Luckily, it was padded and actually felt kind of nice against her body.

  But her legs were spread, and with only her tiny g-string on, she knew Miles could see everything.

  And she kind of liked that.

  Did he like the way her bare pussy peeked through the fabric of the panties? Did he like knowing he could do anything to her and she couldn’t resist? Did he like watching her obvious arousal grow as he talked to her? She shivered. She had never been on display like this for anyone. She was glad it was with Miles.

  “How are you doing, baby?” He whispered, his breath close to her ear. A quiver shot through her body as she realized this was definitely, totally about to happen. Her and Miles. They were “talking.”

  Just talking.

  Only it was so much more than that.

  “I’m okay,” she said, and immediately, his hand was on her skin. It felt good against her as he slowly touched her shoulders and back.

  “You look beautiful tonight, did I tell you that?”

  “I thought you might like the corset,” she admitted. She could practically hear him smile.

  “Your breasts look lush and full, Penny. I want to pull them out and suck on them. I want to lick your nipples until your pussy is wet and ready for me. I want you begging for my cock tonight, baby. I want you. I want all of you.”

  “Miles,” she breathed out, trying to clear her head, trying to keep things on track. “I thought we were going to talk. This just sounds like sex.”

  “It’s possible to do two things.”

  His hand moved from her shoulders and ran down the lace of her corset.

  “Besides, I think you knew perfectly well that this was never just about talking.”

  He was right. They would talk, but they would do more than that. Being with Miles made Penelope feel like they’d never been apart. He was back. After all this time, they were finally together again and she realized the only person who could make her feel whole was him.

  That whole not-dating-humans thing was complete bullshit.

  She wanted one very specific human.

  Miles.

  “Tell me what you’ve been up to, Penelope. Tell me why you came to this club.” Her body stiffened. She noticed immediately and she was sure he did, too. He wanted to talk about that? About the club? About her non-existent sex life?

  Um, pass?

  “I don’t want to talk about that,” she said. She was blindfolded, and spread wide open. She didn’t expect him to spank her just yet. Yeah, it was a spanking bench, but that could have just been the name.

  Nope.

  It was definitely not just the name.

  Miles slapped Penelope on the right butt cheek so hard she gasped. That was no gentle love tap. Not that time. While his earlier slaps had gotten her attention, this one took her breath away.

  “What the fuck?”

  He slapped her other one and that time she didn’t yell. That time she bit her tongue so hard it almost bled. Oh, what the hell was he doing? She thought this was going to be erotic, and it sort of was, but it also hurt.

  A lot.

  “Good girl,” he said with approval. “You’re a fast learner.”

  “Why did you spank me?” She whispered. “That hurt.” It had mostly surprised her, but the sting was lingering. She knew Miles would never really hurt her, but she was a little shocked to find that she kind of liked the bite of pain he had delivered. Was this why people liked these clubs? Was this why The Dungeon was so popular?

  They had barely gotten
started. What other things could Miles do here in the darkness? She had wandered into the Dom’s lair and Penelope had a feeling she wasn’t going to escape easily.

  Or at all.

  She had a feeling she wasn’t going to want to escape.

  “I told you,” Miles said. “We’re going to talk. That involves actual talking. Now, let’s try again. Why did you come to the club?”

  How was she supposed to answer that?

  She thought she’d been clear before. She was just curious. She just wanted something different, but as she laid on the spanking bench with her thighs spread and her pussy on display, she realized she had wanted more than that.

  Going to The Dungeon hadn’t just been about scratching an itch. It hadn’t just been about answers. No, Penelope knew perfectly well that there were eligible men and women who played there. The truth was that she was tired of being alone all the time. She was ready for something more, and she had wanted answers she could only find in the darkness.

  She had wanted to find someone who would challenge her.

  Her life was boring, predictable, routine. She was Emerson’s assistant, but she also freelanced. She managed websites and social media and scheduled posts and wrote blogs and did all sorts of amazing, interesting things, but she just wanted more.

  She wanted something.

  She wanted to feel free.

  She must have taken too long to answer because Miles spanked her again and this time, he hit harder.

  Each cheek got five swats and when he finished, she had teared up. She tried to choke back the tears, but soon she felt her cheeks become hot and wet. She was embarrassed. How had she let herself become so isolated? Miles deserved someone better than her, someone special, someone wild. She was normal.

  Ordinary.

  Plain.

  Penelope wanted to be crazy, she wanted to be fantastic. She wanted to feel something.

  Anything.

  He swatted her again and she groaned, breathing through the sensations. It stung, but there was more than pain. There was emotion behind the movement. Miles cared about her. He had arranged this entire night to talk with her. She got the feeling he didn’t go through this much trouble for just anyone and the knowledge that he cared so fiercely made her feel comforted.

  Maybe this was exactly what Penelope had needed.

  Maybe she’d needed a spanking, a way to separate her calm exterior with the raging storm inside of her.

  She closed her eyes and felt his hands on her once more. They were calloused and rough from years of working with them. Building, he’d said. He had been an engineer. No wonder his body was even hotter now.

  She’d seen his body plenty of times as teenagers. He’d always been trim and lean. Now, though, he had filled out. His shoulders seemed broader. They were certainly more muscular.

  “Baby, my hand doesn’t hurt at all,” he whispered in her ear. “I can do this all night. I’ve been waiting six years for you, Penelope Alchemy. I can wait a few more minutes.”

  She took a deep breath. She could do this. She could talk to him. This was Miles, after all. She felt his hand on her back again, gently rubbing, gently touching her. The mixture of pain and pleasure had her turned around, feeling crazy, feeling backwards. She wanted more.

  To get more from him, though, she knew she was going to have to give.

  She wanted an orgasm.

  Miles wanted knowledge.

  It was a fair trade. It was totally a fair trade.

  “Come on baby,” he said. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me what secrets you’ve been hiding. What have you been too afraid to let go of? What’s scaring my sweetheart?”

  That was all it took.

  He was so caring, so sweet, so gentle.

  He was so good to her and she just didn’t deserve it.

  “I’m lonely,” she finally said. Her voice came out so quietly, it was a whisper, almost indiscernible.

  For the first time in six years, Penelope Alchemy was telling the truth.

  And it broke her heart.

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  I’m lonely.

  Penny looked so vulnerable, so sweet, spread out on the spanking bench. He hadn’t even tied her. He had just placed her there and she had stayed. Even when Miles was spanking her, she hadn’t tried to flee. She had been patient and calm and so very honest with him.

  Miles thought she would rip the blindfold off, yell at him, storm out of the club. He thought she would scream obscenities, but she didn’t.

  She was patient.

  He had seen how she breathed through the pain, learning to manage the slaps he gave her bottom. He loved it.

  He loved watching her.

  “And you wanted to find what, love? Someone to make you not lonely?” He stroked her skin more. She seemed to like that. When he first touched her, she had flinched. She had seemed surprised he wanted to touch her. Fuck, was that what she thought this stuff was all about?

  It so was not.

  He wasn’t interested in hurting her for fun. He wanted to hurt her to bring her pleasure. There was a fine line between pain and pleasure and Miles loved that. He loved the line. He loved the way a spanking could make a little sub’s skin heat and he loved how her cries would turn into pleas for more, how her pussy would get soaked, how she would come so much harder after a good paddling.

  He wanted that with Penny, wanted to show her how she could be free. He wanted to show her how submission could bring her pleasure if she was with the right person.

  He wanted that person to be him.

  “I wanted….I wanted…”

  “Do you need some help to tell me?” He asked. “Do you want me to distract you a little bit?”

  She nodded.

  “Are you a little bit embarrassed, baby?”

  He watched as she bit her lip, then nodded again. Even with the blindfold on, she was shy. He’d help break her of that. For now, though, she needed to know he wanted to be here, wanted to hear everything she had to say.

  “I’ll make you a deal. You keep talking and I’ll keep touching.”

  “Okay,” she managed to get out, and he started stroking her. He started with her arms. Her muscles were tense, and he gently lifted and massaged her arm as she stayed on the bench. He made sure she was balanced and comfortable, that she wouldn’t fall, then he touched her.

  “All right, baby. Tell me what you wanted. Tell me what you were looking for when you waltzed through those doors.”

  “I wanted someone to make me excited.” She licked her lips and Miles was glad she was blindfolded. His dick had never been so hard, never been so desperate to escape from his pants.

  “What else?”

  “I…I just wanted someone to make me feel dirty. Raw. Everyone treats me like a professional, like a good girl. It’s good because almost everyone I know is a client, but sometimes…sometimes I just want to be fucked, Miles. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud to you.”

  Neither could Miles.

  Neither could his dick, which definitely needed to calm down. If he was going to have any hope of making it out of the club alive and in one piece tonight, he needed to calm down.

  Otherwise he was going to come in her like an unpracticed teenager on prom night.

  He definitely didn’t need that.

  Miles moved around to the other arm and began massaging her. Penelope’s body sunk deeper onto the table, like pudding. Her entire body relaxed and, best of all, she did keep talking.

  “I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year, Miles. I guess I just figured it was time, you know? I thought maybe I could come, check it out, maybe meet someone. I thought maybe someone would like the way I look and…I don’t know. Maybe try to show me the ropes.”

  The idea of anyone else showing Penelope “the ropes” made Miles frown. If anyone was going to teach this luscious peach about BDSM, it was going to be him. If anyone was going to be tying her up or flogging her pale skin, it was going to be him.


  No one else.

  “Miles? Why didn’t you say goodbye to me, for real?” Her voice was soft, even more vulnerable.

  He set her arm down and moved in front of the spanking bench. Then Miles kneeled down. He placed his hands on her cheeks and he kissed sweet Penelope.

  “Baby,” he said. “I was a stupid kid. If I could take it all back, I would.”

  “I missed you,” she said.

  “You have no idea how much I missed you,” he told her.

  “So tonight? Is this…do you want to start things up again?” Her voice cracked and he could tell she was close to tears again. Sometimes scening did that to people. Sometimes intimacy itself did that to people.

  “I want to heat things up, baby. I want to be the one you explore this side of yourself with. When I came to the club, it was to unwind, to spend some time hanging out before I had to summon the courage to tell you I’d come back. To be honest, I didn’t think you’d want to have me.”

  “It was a long time ago.”

  “It was a cruel thing I did.”

  “But it was a long time ago, Miles. A very long time ago.” She sighed, but held still. His gaze wandered from her ass to her soft hair and back again. She was fucking gorgeous. It was taking all of his self-control to talk with her and not just rip her panties from her body. He wanted to slide into her. He wanted her to take his length, wanted to pound her hard.

  Fuck, if she didn’t make him feel like a caveman.

  He moved back to her front and kissed her again, then lifted her from the bench.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Somewhere else,” he murmured, cradling her in his arms. Miles was ready to take Penelope. He was ready to dominate her. He was ready to show her exactly how amazing this whole playing thing could be if you had the right partner.

  He carried her to the back of the club, to one of the private rooms, and brought her inside. He laid her down on the bed in the center of the room and fished his phone out of his pocket. He started the playlist and set the phone down.