by Wane, BJ
“Tell me something, Penny,” Master Damien continued in that same, soft voice while he continued to stroke his belt. “What else did Jim do to you, besides give you a black eye?”
Penny stumbled back in sudden agitation, frantically searching her mind for something she’d said or done that might have given away the depth of Jim’s self-centered fixation on her. Clenching her hands into fists, she ignored Master Damien’s sardonic lift of one brow when he noticed her unease. “I-I’m not sure what you mean. He… it was just that one time he hit me, and then I left him.”
“That’s not the whole truth, sweetheart. I can see the fear in your pretty eyes, in the way you’re trembling.” Keeping his gaze level on hers, he unbuckled his belt with slow intent. Penny’s mouth went dry, her buttocks clenched and her sheath swelled with damp need. She yearned to feel the painful proof he cared more than she needed her next breath.
That relentless, laser-sharp gaze left her no choice but to tell him what she hadn’t even told Paige. “He was angry because I was sick, nauseous, and couldn’t…” Penny waved a hand toward his crotch, too mired in humiliation to say the words.
Damien reached out and pinched her chin, lifting her face up, refusing to let her look away. “Couldn’t what? Fuck?”
She tried shaking her head, but his restraint prevented even that slight movement. The urge to lean into his large frame threatened what little composure she was still holding on to.
“He wanted oral, but, since I was too sick…” The memory of Jim flipping her over and pressing her down into the mattress with his bulky weight on her back as he took her from behind rose to the surface after she’d been so successful at keeping it buried and forgotten for so long. Her ex hadn’t cared about her comfort, or the fact she’d been sick. Like always, his own gratification had taken precedence. That, and he’d never let an opportunity to exert his control over her pass. As soon as he’d rolled off her, she’d packed her bags, his parting gift a black eye. “And, before you say anything, I didn’t fight him, or even say no, or my safeword.” Penny had allowed her submission to overrule common sense and accepted part of the blame for that night because of that mistake.
“That’s because he made sure you knew it would do no good,” Master Damien replied with an undertone of steel. “And that’s why I put you in the guest room. You weren’t ready for anything more intimate.”
“I rode the Sybian,” Penny returned in her defense. Master Damien was one of the most astute Doms she’d ever met, so the fact he’d suspected something of that nature had occurred didn’t surprise her. Neither did his insight into her psyche.
Releasing her chin, he stepped back and pulled his belt from the loops, refusing to release her from his gaze. “That was before the assault. You left the playroom when I was called away. That was your first infraction. Pull down your pants.”
A wave of heated longing swept aside a tremor of unease as Penny loosened her slacks and pushed them down. It never occurred to her to say no or walk away from him. Her eyes went to the belt, now folded over and gripped in one strong hand, and her nipples peaked from the remembered pleasure-pain of leather snapping against her tender skin. Why deny what she knew she wanted, what she needed?
“You let your past influence the trust I asked for when I brought you here. That was your second infraction. Turn around and brace your palms flat against the wall and present your ass for your punishment. If you’re good, I’ll reward you. If not, you won’t sit for a week,” he threatened.
The mention of a reward made it much easier to comply, her pulse spiking with the hope he meant to fuck her. Nothing short of feeling his pummeling cock invading her pussy would assuage the ache she’d lived with for so long. As soon as she placed her hands against the wall, she pushed her hips out, spreading her legs as far as her pants would allow. He didn’t make her wait; the first lash came fast and hard, blistering a line across her buttocks with fiery heat and pain.
Penny bit her lip to keep from crying out as she responded to the building pain with a gush of cream. The next stroke landed below the first, then another covered her sit-spots. Within seconds, her buttocks throbbed, her skin burned and tingled, and yet she craved more of the blazing lashes while through it all, her pussy remained empty, untouched… needy.
“Please,” she pled on an aching whisper, unable to hold back any longer.
Master Damien wielded a strike across her upper thigh in response, throwing her mind into a tailspin of disbelief when he growled, “You’ve led me a merry chase since the moment I approved your membership, sweetheart. Why should I let you off easy now?”
Easy? He calls this easy? Merry chase? “What are you talking about?” she gasped after the next swat threatened her position. “You barely noticed me until I returned a few weeks ago.”
“I’ve never not noticed you.” Dropping the belt, he pressed his jean clad crotch against her sore butt, gripped her hair and turned her face toward his until he could breathe against her mouth, “It’s been you for so fucking long, I can’t remember when I didn’t ache for you. Do you know how fucking hard it was to sit back and watch you with that prick?”
Surprised wonder replaced shock. “Why didn’t you say something before?” Tears burned her eyes, arousal pulsed through her entire body and her butt hurt. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt so good.
Master Damien reached between them and she heard him lower his zipper before feeling his hot, hard cock pressing between her buttocks. “You were a newbie. I had to give you time to find your bearings and discover what you wanted. Then you took up with the asshole.” Disgust laced his voice.
“I never knew. I… oh!” Penny sucked in a deep breath as he filled her with one deep plunge, driving her up on her toes with the womb-nudging thrust. Master Damien’s stunning revelation was nothing compared to the mind-numbing pleasure of his possession. He wrapped one hand around her wrists, holding them above her head as he bulldozed her pussy and her senses over and over, the jackhammer thrusts abrading her clit and drawing more copious juices to aid his possession.
“Now you do. Come for me, baby. Squeeze my cock with your sweet pussy, show me how much you want me, and this.” He reared back and slammed home again with a low grunt.
Unable to hold back, Penny screamed, responding to his guttural command with a burst of pleasure so intense, her head swam and her body went numb. By the time she came down from the euphoric high, he was pulling slowly out of her still quivering sheath, his breathing as heavy as hers, the press of his body against her back a welcoming comfort she hadn’t known she needed to erase the remnants of her last time with Jim.
“Thank you, Master Damien,” she whispered on a shudder as he turned her to face him.
Dropping a kiss on her trembling lips, he stated, “Don’t thank me yet. I’m not done with you. And from now on, just Master will suffice.”
A thrill added to the lingering pulses of pleasure tickling her insides. With a dip of his torso, he flipped her over his shoulder and brushed a hand over her tender buttocks before pushing one long finger deep inside her core and carrying her to his bedroom.
* * *
“I’ll be staying with Damien a while longer.”
Paige plopped down on the front porch swing with a glare toward Penny leaning against the rail. Lifting her beer bottle, she took a long swig of her one after work indulgence before asking, “For how long?” She tried to squelch the envy her sister’s announcement stirred up, but all she could think about was how quiet and lonely the house had been the last few weeks. “You told me Saturday you were ready to come home.” She winced at the accusation in her tone, but couldn’t help feeling betrayed over Penny’s decision to stay with Damien for an indefinite period of time.
“On Saturday, I was. Yesterday, he changed my mind.” Penny fidgeted with the hem of her summer tank but didn’t look away from Paige’s disgruntled stare. “He said he’s wanted me for years.”
Paige snorted. “Bef
ore or after he fucked you?”
“During, if you want to know,” she snapped back before her despondent sigh broke through Paige’s selfish attitude. “Look, I know you don’t understand the dynamics of my sexual lifestyle, but—”
Paige’s laugh cut Penny off before she sobered with her own sigh of regret. “That’s where you’re wrong, sis. It seems yesterday was an eye-opener for both of us, only your day ended on a higher note than mine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken my pissy mood out on you.” With a push of her bare foot, she set the swing swaying, the hint of spring in the air wafting over her bare legs. She was tired after scouring two large houses and in honor of the warmer late-March temperature, had traded her work clothes for a sundress as soon as she’d gotten home.
Penny straightened, the angry glint entering her eyes warming Paige where she’d been so cold all day. “What did they do?”
A humorless laugh burst past her lips. “Everything, and not enough.”
“They knew you weren’t submissive. Were they disappointed, mad?” Penny shook her head as if she couldn’t believe either Troy or Trevor would have portrayed either emotion after a scene.
Paige sucked in a breath and prepared to shock her twin as much as she’d been stunned yesterday by her responses to what the brothers had put her through. “That’s just it, Penny. You’ll love this confession. Much to my displeasure, I’ve been harboring an unknown streak of submissiveness.” She tried picturing herself with another man, allowing him to spank her, tie her up, boss her around, and the image wouldn’t pop up. Neither would the same thrill she could still get today whenever she thought about Troy and Trevor.
Her beloved, double-crossing sister threw her head back and burst into hysterical laughter that proved contagious. Paige’s lips quirked before she giggled like a teenager. “Okay, I admit it is damn funny when you consider all the lectures and eye rolls I’ve tossed your way over the years.” A mock frown replaced her humor. “You could have warned me.”
“It wouldn’t have done any good,” Penny replied before bursting into laughter again.
“I don’t need to put up with this.” Paige stood, feeling better just from being with her twin again. “Go back to your new boyfriend. See if I care.”
She turned to go into the house, Penny hot on her heels saying, “I’ll stop. Promise. Tell me why you’re so grumpy if you had fun yesterday.”
Paige waved an airy hand as she padded into the kitchen and tossed the empty bottle into the recycle trash and then reached for the cookie jar. “I orgasmed several times. Just because it was under their hands and mouths doesn’t mean anything, right?” She bit into a chocolate chip cookie without looking at Penny.
“They didn’t fuck you? That’s what’s bothering you? I’ve told you plenty of times BDSM is not about fucking. If you have a good Dom, he’ll concentrate on seeing to your needs, not his.” Penny’s look turned sly. “Unless there’s more to the relationship than sharing a scene or two.”
Paige didn’t like the tidy corner Penny had backed her into so she answered with a flippant reply. “Then I guess I’m lucky, because they sure as hell met all of my needs, and then some.” Like those she never imagined she’d been harboring.
“C’mon, Paige, give,” Penny cajoled. “Which one do you have your sights set on? Maybe I can help.”
Since Paige herself couldn’t figure out which brother got her motor running the hottest and fastest, Penny’s offer would do her no good. “You can’t, so let’s leave it, okay?” She swallowed the last bite of cookie before hugging her caring sister. “For the record, if you’re happy with Damien, and you trust him, then I’ll work at being happy for you. Just be careful. I couldn’t bear to see you get hurt again.”
“Thanks, sis.” Penny returned her embrace. “I already know Master Damien is nothing like Jim, which is why I’m open to exploring what he’s offered. Now, I need to get back.”
Paige followed her back onto the front porch then almost bumped into her back when she came to an abrupt stop. “Are you sure there’s nothing else going on with you and either of the Carlsons?” Penny tossed over her shoulder with a wicked grin as she trotted down the steps toward her car.
Paige ignored Penny’s parting remark, her attention riveted on watching Trevor exit a sporty Mazda he’d parked at the curb, wondering what had prompted this unexpected visit.
Chapter 12
With an absent-minded wave to her sister as Penny backed out of the drive, Paige waited for Trevor on the porch, her heartbeat picking up speed with every step that brought him closer to her. Damn the man for showing up out of the blue and turning her insides out with one sweep of those soul-searching, dark brown eyes. The closer he got, the faster her blood pumped through her veins until it pooled between her legs in a hot, molten puddle by the time he stood before her.
Leaning against the post, she crossed her ankles hoping to keep her slutty vagina under control and pasted a neutral look on her face. “Trevor. What brings you here?” Her blunt greeting drew a slight frown, but the tilt of his mouth remained in place.
“I’m checking up on you. Troy would have come also, but he caught a case.” He moved up the steps and stood before her, his height dwarfing her five feet seven inches. She’d always liked that about both him and Troy. Not anymore.
“As you can see, I’m fine.” Paige waved a hand down her body. “You can run along now and report back to your brother you’ve done your duty. Thanks for stopping by.” She pivoted, needing to get away from him before she did something foolish, like ask him inside, but he caught the door before it shut behind her.
“I see you have your temper up. Do you want to discuss why out here or inside?”
His calm tone and implacable gaze added to her irritation, and she held her breath for the count of ten before exhaling with a huff. “Look, I appreciate the thought, but I’m a big girl. I did everything you and Troy demanded, meeting the terms of the contract I signed to take part in the auction.” Wanting a little payback, she tilted her head and kept her eyes pinned on his as she ran her tongue in a slow, provocative sweep over her lips. Placing one hand on his chest, she murmured, “All of them, including… oral.” She could tell from the way his eyes darkened he remembered her mouth wrapped around his cock as well as she did.
Appearing unfazed, he returned, “We can discuss that at dinner. Where do you want to go?”
Flustered again, she stepped back enough for him to push past her into the house. Rounding on him, she fisted her hands on her hips, set aside pride and revealed the reason for her pent-up discouragement. “What the hell is with you? Neither you nor your brother showed a lick of interest in me this past year and now I can’t keep you out of my house!” She threw up her arms in disbelief.
“You could if you wanted to, which you don’t. I’m starving. I can go grab something if you don’t want to go out.” With a casualness that grated on Paige’s nerves, he leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. “What’ll it be, sugar?”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her temper nearing boiling point. When her stomach growled loud enough for him to hear, she came close to stomping her foot.
Trevor straightened, walked toward her with a predatory gleam in his eyes she couldn’t turn away from, and reached out to draw her against him with his hand on the back of her neck. “Hamburgers it is. Fries with it?” he asked before kissing her with a tongue-probing thoroughness that left her weak in the knees.
“I’m a freaking addlepated twatwaffle,” she mumbled when he released her. “Fries and a large shake, chocolate.”
His pleased grin lightened his eyes. “Of course. I’ll be right back.” He chucked her under the chin and left her standing there a muddled mess. Dressed in tan slacks and a dark brown silk dress shirt sporting two open buttons at the neck, he looked the part of a successful lawyer, making her glad she’d changed into the bright yellow, thigh skimming sheath. Thank goodness he didn’t catch me in my gru
bby work jeans and tee—she cut that thought off with a low curse. “What the hell? If he wants to feed me, fine, but he can damn well take me as I am, even if I was still a mess.” She had never been ashamed of any job she worked and wasn’t about to start now. No matter what it took, she wouldn’t allow Trevor or his brother to get to her that way, regardless of what her betraying libido wanted.
“Tell me what you did today,” Trevor insisted fifteen minutes later while pulling a burger and fries from a bag and setting them before her. Sliding over a large shake, he took a seat across from her at the corner kitchen table.
“I cleaned two houses.” He raised one brow at the defensive note in her tone, which prompted her to grumble, “What did you think I did? You already know what my day job is.”
“I thought you might elaborate a little. Penny looked good. Did you two have a nice visit?”
Paige bit into the burger and savored the juicy grilled taste while mumbling, “No.”
“Why?” Trevor nibbled on a fry and she squirmed, wishing he would nibble on her instead. Damn the man.
“Because she’s staying with Damien instead of returning home where she belongs.”
She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed before answering and her pulse went haywire. Shit. “You don’t like Damien?”
“I don’t know him, and neither does she.” Paige picked up the shake and slurped through the straw, the creamy coldness sliding down her throat helping to throttle back her rising temperature over imagining Trevor naked and on top of her. Double damn the man and the horny bitch living between my legs. She had to remember he didn’t want her that way.