“That’s right, love. You touch me. I want you to touch me. If you belong to me, then my body is yours, too.”
She hadn’t realized her hands were moving. She’d cupped his bum even as his fingers slid along the leg band of her knickers, under and over, tickling against her female flesh.
He’d said exactly the right thing. He hadn’t made her self-conscious. He’d told her he would give as good as he got. It wasn’t some declaration of love, but she’d had that before and it proved false. Damon Knight was offering her something different. He was offering her the chance to explore without shame.
She cupped Damon Knight’s arse and, god, it was a magnificent piece of work. Those cheeks were made of steel, but there was a bloody generous portion of them. She could sink her nails into them when he worked over her. Damon Knight likely wouldn’t tell her she was too rough with him the way Peter had.
She pulled back.
“What?”
“I just thought about Peter. He said I was too hard on him. I don’t mean to be.”
Damon’s face hardened, his eyes darkening. He pushed his pelvis forward, letting her feel every ridiculously long inch of his cock. “Don’t you hold back on me. Sex isn’t polite, Penelope. Sex is dirty and nasty and raw. I want you rough. I’m a bloody man and you’re going to treat me like one. And I’m going to show you just how much of a woman you are.”
His thumb slid over her clit, and she nearly screamed in pleasure.
Damon took the opportunity to forage deep. His tongue slid against hers. She let her hands cup that amazing bum of his even as his fingers played in her pussy.
Pussy. She couldn’t think of it as a vagina, and fanny seemed adolescent. It was a pussy and it was readying itself for Damon Knight’s cock.
“Do you like that, Penelope?” He slid his thumb back over her clit. “You seem to. You’re wet. Were you thinking of me before? Or were you thinking of him?”
“Who?” She seriously couldn’t think about anything except Damon. When she arched her back, she could feel the hard line of his erection against her belly. She hadn’t had sex in over two years, but now she was about to have at it in a washroom at her cousin’s wedding.
“Good.” His thumb stayed on her clit but his fingers parted her labia, teasing into her channel. “I want you focused on me. Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you like.”
She was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about what she liked to eat or watch on telly. “I don’t really know what I like, Damon.” She gasped as his fingers curled up inside her, stroking deep. “I like that. I really like that.”
He growled a little, pulling his fingers back out and then slowly, so slowly, pressing deep again. “You’re not a prude at all, are you? No prude gets so fucking wet in such a small amount of time. You’re soaking my hand.”
Embarrassment flared. “I’m sorry.”
He nipped her ear, a sharp tingly pain that somehow seemed to have a straight shot to her pussy. “Apologize again and I’ll spank you right here and now. Your pussy is hot and wet, and I like it that way. I’ll try to keep it that way as much as possible over the next few weeks. You read the materials I gave you?”
“Yes.”
He sighed and suddenly his fingers were gone, and she felt a flash of pain as he twisted her clit between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation flared and then she felt flush with heat and another wave of that wet arousal seemed to flow through her pussy.
“Sir or Master when we’re playing. I’ll give you a tweak every time you forget.”
“Yes, Master. I read it, Master.” He’d told her he preferred Master. She could barely speak because his fingers were teasing again, keeping her on the edge of pleasure. Even the pain threatened to send her over the edge. It wasn’t real pain, just a torture tactic to bring her more pleasure.
“And you respond beautifully to discipline, Penelope.” His mouth was right at her ear. “Do you understand why your pussy clenched down on my fingers when I nipped your ear?”
“Because the pain is tied to pleasure.”
“Because you’re submissive, love. Not just sexually.” His fingers found their way inside again, and she practically sighed. “You’re a soft little thing. You like to take care of the people around you. You’re that woman who remembers everyone’s birthday. You’re the one everyone cries to and complains to because you always listen. You’re the one who never asks for anything in return, but I’m going to teach you to ask me for this. You’re going to ask me to let you come, Penelope. You’re going to ask your Master to please fuck you with his fingers and toy with your clit and allow you to come all over his hand.”
“Please, Master.” Somehow with his hands playing her body like a finely tuned instrument, it didn’t seem wrong to ask him. It didn’t seem wrong to say dirty things and expect pleasure. He was right. She tried very hard to be everything to everyone, and most of the time they didn’t even think to invite her to the pub after work. She deserved a bit of pleasure. She deserved what he was willing to give her. “Please let me come. Please fuck me with your fingers and toy with my clit and let me come on your hand.”
The kiss he placed on her cheek was oddly tender, and she could feel him smile against her skin. “Very good, love. Your Master is pleased, and he will grant your very polite request. Come for me.”
His fingers curled up, one and then two taking up all the space. She felt filled and stretched as his fingers worked their magic. Over and over he plunged deep, fucking inside her as she pressed against him, begging for more.
His thumb pressed hard against her clit and she went flying. Pleasure pounded through her starting at her core and pouring through her body, making her blood sing, her skin come alive.
She was still shaking with it as he gently pulled his fingers out of her pussy and very deliberately brought them to his mouth. He sucked his fingers inside, licking off the arousal as his eyes watched her.
“You taste like sweet cream, Penelope.”
“Everyone calls me Penny.” It was stupid. He was licking her arousal off his skin and that was all she could think to say?
He took a step back and then turned on the water at the sink, washing his hands. “I’m not everyone. I’ll wait for you outside. Ditch the knickers, Penelope. You won’t want to wear them now. They’re soaked. I’ll know if you’re still wearing them and you’ll discover that not all discipline is about pleasure.”