She’d stood in the shower, hot water running over her as she carefully shaved herself and wondered, hoped and prayed even, that she could figure out why a pussy seemed to be the center of so many women’s lives.
Then Damon had touched her there and she’d understood.
His hand found his cock, lazily rubbing up and down. “Don’t pay much attention to it?”
She couldn’t help but watch the way his hand worked over his erection. She might not have spent a lot of time thinking about her sex, but Damon was deeply, comfortably acquainted with his. “I didn’t think much about sex. Even when I was engaged, I didn’t really enjoy it.”
“I thought about you on Saturday, too. Do you know what I did after we spoke?”
“Apparently you researched all of my relatives and decided on a plan to relocate me.” He’d worked quickly, too.
He chuckled a little. “Besides that. And I’d already researched all your relatives. And friends. And anyone you talk to on a regular basis. No. I got in bed that night and I did this.”
His fist tightened around his cock, pulling back the foreskin, allowing the purple head to emerge. His balls were tight against his body, beautifully large and round. And it was apparent he spent time on grooming as well.
“You touched yourself while you were thinking of me?” She tried to really imagine him lying there, gripping his own cock and thinking about making love to her.
It wasn’t love. It was sex. She had to remember that.
“I did more than touch myself.” He groaned and his eyes closed briefly. “I had a nice long session. I lay in this bed and thought about all the nasty things I was going to do to you, and I wanked my own cock until I came everywhere. I told you I hadn’t had sex in a long time. It felt damn good.”
“Why, Damon?” She asked the question on a sigh because she truly didn’t understand him. “Why me? I’m not trying to get into trouble. I want to understand.”
“Why I want you?”
“Yes. You never paid me much attention before. I don’t understand what’s changed.”
He stopped his slow stroking and turned to her. “I did think about you. Come here. Lie beside me. It’s not fun to touch myself when you’re right here. I’ll talk but I want you to touch me.”
She shifted, lying back on the bed, and soon found herself in his arms again. Somehow she’d thought sex with Damon would be wild and crazy. She hadn’t expected him to be so sweet, hadn’t counted on the real intimacy she was beginning to find with him. She’d envisioned him fucking her and then walking away, not this long, slow seduction.
“Give me your hand.” When she placed her hand in his, he pulled it to his cock. “Stroke me.”
Though his cock was hard as a rock, the skin covering it was silky smooth. She let her fingers close around the stalk, her middle finger just barely meeting the tip of her thumb.
A long shuddering sigh went through him. “Yes. That’s what I want. Keep it up and I’ll keep talking. But slowly. I don’t want to come yet.”
She stroked him, awkwardly at first and then finding a rhythm.
“I always liked you, Penelope. I wasn’t good for anyone back then. I’m probably still not, but things have changed. I always found you attractive.”
She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “I find that hard to imagine. You didn’t date anyone who looked like me.”
He chuckled, his chest moving with the laugh. “I took a few women out to lunch at the office. It wasn’t anything serious. I didn’t really date at all. Not the way you would think of it. I played with subs, but I never was exclusive. I took out a couple of women when I was younger, but I have to lie about so much, it didn’t seem to be possible. I was in the Army for the longest time and then I was SIS. I can’t have a normal relationship. I have to be able to work, and most women aren’t going to understand why I need to leave to go undercover for months or even years at a time.”
She understood all that, but it didn’t answer the basic question. “Why me?”
“You don’t think you’re pretty, but you’re wrong. And it’s more than that. I want what you can offer me. I want all that kindness. I want that innocence. I want to be the one who teaches you how to stroke a cock. You’re quite good at it, by the way.” His free hand came up, sliding across her belly and up to cup her breast.
Her nipple peaked as his hand ran across it.
She lost her rhythm, her whole body on alert as he touched her.
“But you need to learn to focus, love.” His fingertips found her nipple and squeezed tight, a short, sharp shock.
She gasped as the pain flared and then sank into her. “Damon.”
He tweaked her again. “Master. We’re playing. I’m in charge now, and I want you to stroke my cock. I think that you like this. I think the idea of pleasing me does something for you. And I definitely think you respond to a bite of pain.”
Her pussy certainly had. It was as though the pain from his fingers had gone directly to her core, morphing in to pleasure along the way. She gripped his cock again, with more confidence this time, and stroked him.
“That’s my girl.” Damon whispered the words, almost breathing them into her skin. “That’s exactly what I want. I didn’t have anything to offer you then, but I do now. I can show you the world. All those things you read about in books, I can make them real for you. I can protect you while you explore. I can take care of you, Penelope. All you have to do is submit to me. I’ll treat you like the gift you are.”
His words drugged her, made her feel drowsy with wanting. There was absolutely nothing to keep her from rolling onto her back and letting him take her. Then she would be his. For how long didn’t matter. She would be his, and she could hold the memory forever.
“Kiss me now.” He shifted so their lips could meet and Penny never had to stop stroking him. His free hand moved over hers, covering her as he took over. His tongue traced along her bottom lip, making her shiver.
She turned into him, letting her breasts rest against his chest. He made her feel delicate and feminine against his masculinity.
“Say you’ll stay with me.”
There was only one answer to that. “Yes.”
The minute Damon heard the word “yes” leave her lips, he was all over her. She’d said it. Penelope had given him permission, and now it was his turn. His cock was raging hard, ready to go off any second. He tore her hand away because he wasn’t going to come in her palm. He wanted to mark her, to make her remember exactly who she belonged to so she wouldn’t flirt with Lord Weston again.
He rolled her on her back, making a place for himself between her legs. So fucking soft. She was the damn softest thing he’d ever held. He looked down into those sky-blue eyes and nearly lost it.
He hadn’t lied to her. He’d always watched her, but she was the type of woman who should have a husband and children, who went to church on Sundays and always had supper ready. He had nothing to offer her. He couldn’t be that man, but she’d walked away from that kind of life the minute she’d told him yes.
He was a greedy bastard and she was a good thing.
One good thing. Sometimes that was all a man needed. She was smart, and after he’d trained her, she would be good in the field. A team. They would be a team and then he never had to leave his job, never had to go back to his pitiful existence.
He kissed her, letting his tongue plunge inside. He would make it good for her, take care of her, make her need him like she needed her next breath.
So she wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t betray him. So all that sweetness and light would be for him and him alone.
Sex would bind her to him. Sex would bring them closer together.