“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.

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