Page 8 of Dark Surrender

“Of course.” Fussing with the hem of her dress, Penelope nods as if bringing someone to service you for a weekend in the Hamptons, along with your wife, is perfectly normal.

When I don’t respond, she continues. “You like blowjobs, and I find them abhorrent. They get you off quickly, and I’ll be busy, so I won’t have time to tend to all your needs. This is the perfect solution.”

Christ.

“Did you tell her this would be part of the job description when you hired her?”

She pats my knee. “Darling, it’s part of the hiring process.”

“To see if they’ll suck my dick?”

“Yes. Of course. They’re your assistant, there to assist you. I’ve made it clear to each of them that if they so much as expect reciprocation, I’ll make sure they never work in the city again. But they’ve all been happy to assist. As they should, given the exorbitant salary we pay them.”

“I never asked half of them to blow me.” That wasn’t the point of hiring them. Ever.

“Pity.” She sniffs. “That’s on you for not getting what we paid for.”

“Fuckin’ hell, Pen, you could have told me.”

“You should have asked. When you started working directly for Daddy’s company, I asked you if there was anything specific you wanted in an assistant, and you shrugged. So, I took it upon myself to find candidates based on what I wanted for you.”

Wanted for me.

Right.

Someone to put their mouth on my cock so she doesn’t have to. Because it grosses her out. Pen has always been a lazy lay. A prissy bed princess who wants me to do all the work. I never complained about that. I had no reason to. But this…

Not wanting to blow up, I look out the side window. When I reply, I force the words past my lips. “I. See.”

“Don’t be mad.”

“I’m… not,” I lie, then give myself a long fucking moment to get my pulse under control. Eventually, I blow out a long breath and shake my head. “Just… I don’t even know.”

I don’t know anything anymore.

“You have needs, Maxim.” She pats my knee with the tips of her nails, and it feels condescending as fuck. “As much as I’ve always hated sharing you, another woman sucking your dick is the least of my worries, Darling.”

“I guess I’m inviting Poppy, then, huh?”

“Oh. I’ve already done that.”

This goddamn woman.

“Of course, you have.”

“I’m nothing, if not a dutiful wife.” She puffs like a proud peacock.

“That you are, Pen.” And a giant pain in my ass.

“Will you fuck me when we get home? I need you in me,” she asks as if it’s the most normal question.

“Yes. If that’s what you want.”

Let’s be real…What choice do I have? What does it matter? What does any of this matter? I’m a puppet. Let’s pull the strings.

Dance, Maxim, dance.

“I do.” She nods. “I think we need it. Something’s been off ever since you played poker with Daddy.”