by Maren Smith
Dane turned her backside a nice shade of dark pink, enjoying watching the leather fall across her skin, darkening the blush beneath her natural tan. Her muscles quivered, tensing and relaxing, and when he finally stopped, she barely seemed aware. Walking around to the front of her, he was ready to start on that side when he saw her face.
She was completely blissed out. Dreamy smile, eyes closed… although her nipples were puckered and her pussy was obviously soaking through the G-string, he couldn’t continue. There was no way she was in a state of mind to say her safeword if she needed to, she likely wouldn’t even know she needed to. Although he wasn’t sure if she’d reached subspace, he was positive he didn’t know her well enough to keep flogging her while she was like this.
Damn.
The scene was over a lot sooner than he’d wanted it to be… he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a submissive this eager, this responsive. Well, he’d wanted to get to know her and her reactions, and now he knew. Fawn was definitely submissive and likely a bit of a masochist as well.
Whether or not she was connected to Carmen… he still couldn’t say. But with her completely out of it, at least he had a good reason to take her back to her room and look around to see if anything or anyone else was out of place. Later, when she was more coherent, he could go back to work on her.
And not just go back to working her over with a flogger or with impact toys, now that he knew how quickly she would go into subspace. That still left a lot of room open for him to play.
Fawn murmured nonsensical words as he got her down from the frame, practically limp.
“You did enjoy yourself, didn’t you, kitten?” he asked, chuckling as he hefted her up into his arms. Her back and backside were warm from being flogged but not hot. Sighing happily, she snuggled into him.
Carrying her out of the cell, he gave the Master Gaoler a shrug when the man cocked his head in question.
“She blissed out fast,” Dane said. “I’m going to take her back to her room for aftercare.”
The Master nodded. “We’ll take care of the room, go on.” A grin flashed across his face. “Not that you had time to mess it up much.”
Too true, Dane thought ruefully as he headed back to the main part of the Castle. Definitely not nearly as much as he’d wanted to and yet, he’d found something incredibly satisfying about seeing her really relax into the flogging so quickly. Next time, though, he’d know to draw the scene out a little longer before getting to the funishment… maybe switch up implements after every few strokes so she couldn’t sink into herself so quickly.
It wasn’t until he’d gotten her up to her room, had her drink some water and eat a bit of chocolate before settling her in her bed that he realized he’d barely been thinking about the case or Carmen or whether or not her suspicious behavior meant anything. No, he’d been thinking about her like a submissive he wanted to work with and nothing else.
Fucking hell.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled the sheet up to cover her basically naked body—which was an act of willpower in and of itself—and did a quick search before making himself leave the room. His search didn’t uncover anything even slightly suspicious. The temptation to stay there and watch over her was strong. Instead, he just left water on the bedside table and a note telling her that he’d come find her later.
Time to get back to work, no matter how much a pretty, raven-haired, sultry kitten hovered in the back of his mind.
Fawn stretched. Yawned. Opened her eyes.
She felt so comfortable, so relaxed, and yet also incredibly horny. The combination of those three things was almost a little unnerving.
Even more so when her memories came rushing back in.
Holy kinky boots!
Bolting to an upright position, she looked around wildly.
Back in her room. Alone. The sun coming in through the window indicated that it was still daylight at least. But how much time had she lost? And where was Master D?
Crap.
She pressed her thighs together; her body was thrumming with unfulfilled need that wouldn’t go away no matter how she tried to focus on the truly important things. Biting her lip, she flopped back and hissed slightly as her upper back stung at the impact, still sensitive from earlier. It just turned her on more. Fawn stared up at the canopy of the bed. Well, hell.
Closing her eyes, Master D immediately popped into her head. The way he’d touched her. The way the leather flogger had licked at her skin. With her upper back now throbbing a little, she didn’t need much imagination to remember that. Her nipples puckered into hard little points on her chest as her hand slipped down between her legs.
The flimsy fabric of the G-string was no real barrier, but she pushed her fingers beneath its edge anyway. The aching need inside of her was making her feel nearly frantic. Her swollen clit felt like it was pulsing against her fingertips as she began to rub it, her back arching and thrusting her hips upwards to meet them. Fawn whimpered, wondering what Master D’s fingers would feel like there, how his cock would feel…
She cried out as she came, hard and fast, shuddering with the pleasure coursing through her. Panting, she gripped the pillow, her fingers slowing as the last spasms of ecstasy shuddered through her.
Holy crap…
It had been way too long.
She felt a lot better now and allowed herself a few moments to let her heart and breathing slow again before making herself get up.
With Master D gone, this was a good chance for her to go exploring on her own. She was pretty sure she’d spotted a few of the cameras while they were out walking earlier but she hadn’t been able to get a good enough look to confirm; she needed to figure out where they all were and if there were any blind spots. Plus, there was no way she was going to be able to find Mario by staying in her room.
Chapter 4
Walking through the Castle was an exercise in patience and futility. The garden statue he and Luke had selected to hide notes to each other had nothing in it and Dane didn’t have anything to add, so he hadn’t spent much time out there before going back into the Castle.
He doubted Carmen would go far afield, because his target definitely wouldn’t.
The problem was there was no way of knowing when or where the man might turn up, which meant he needed to be everywhere at once. Even watching the security cameras wouldn’t be particularly helpful right now since Carmen’s disguises meant it was unlikely they’d be able to initially identify him on the screens. Being on the ground made it more likely.
He had to admit, he was also just enjoying the walk through the Castle with all the guests on the premises, obviously already enjoying their day. Dane took advantage of the time to check in with Master Malcolm in the servants’ quarters, just to see if anything had happened that he should know about.
Nothing had.
Prowling back into the Castle’s corridors, Dane turned the corner to see Fawn at the other end of the hall, peering around the corner and into the main foyer. She’d obviously been back to Wardrobe as she was now wearing a slinky, black negligee that barely covered her pert ass. The long fall of her hair was curled around her mid-back, nearly blending in with the dark silk.
Dane found his steps slowing as he observed her. She was looking to and fro, almost as though she was looking for something—or someone—specifically. But who? That was the real question.
When she suddenly started moving again, Dane picked up his pace behind her, wondering exactly what had caught her attention. Even from behind, without being able to see her expression, he had been able to tell that something had. She’d gone from looking around to being completely focused.
Hurrying into the main foyer, he could see how crowded it had become—much more so than it had been earlier—but he still located Fawn easily enough. That gorgeous dark hair was hard to miss, even with so many other people milling about; especially since she was the only one he could see with her hair down at the moment.
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nbsp; She came to a halt in the middle of the room, looking around again, and Dane made himself stop as well. Both of them were scanning the others in the room, but he kept one eye on her while he looked, so he saw her turn towards him and knew the moment she spotted him. For just a moment she seemed to hesitate, and then she smiled and started towards him, dodging a Daddy Dom and babygirl who were cooing at each other and not paying attention to the others around them.
“There you are, Sir,” she said when she reached him, smiling. The negligee was cut low, showing off a substantial amount of her breasts, and the thin, silky material made it clear her nipples were hard. Dane couldn’t help but wonder if she was wearing anything at all underneath it, even as his suspicion welled. “I was just looking for you.”
“Were you?” he asked, keeping his voice mild. “It looked like you were following someone else.”
He said it just to see her reaction.
Unfortunately, she covered her initial expression too quickly for him to interpret as she tilted her head innocently. “I thought I saw you, Sir. You weren’t ahead of me coming in here?”
Dane wanted to believe her. He really did. He just wasn’t sure if he could. But he didn’t want her to suspect anything, either, so regardless of whether or not he actually did, he still had to pretend to. “No, I came in behind you.”
“Oh,” she said, and then flashed him a bright smile. “Well, Master D, I was hoping maybe we could get some dinner together. I’ve heard it’s Italian tonight. And then… maybe we could finish our scene?”
Dane felt his lips curving upwards. “All right, kitten. Let’s go get dinner. Just remember who’s in charge.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said with a giggle.
The heavy flirting distracted Fawn from the despair welling up inside her. She was pretty sure she’d spotted Mario Ricci in Wardrobe, being fitted with a kilt, but she’d lost him by the time she’d gotten to the Grand Foyer. Seeing him had made the whole situation suddenly very, very real, and she was almost desperate to focus on anything else.
She felt like two completely different people—the Fawn she had to be, doing her job and trying to plan an assassination, and the Fawn she wanted to be, flirting with Master D and enjoying her time at the Castle. Of course, she never would have come to the Castle if Don Lenzo hadn’t sent her to assassinate Mario.
This whole situation was all sorts of fucked up.
The eggplant parmesan she had for dinner was good, although halfway through, she spotted the man she was now ninety-nine percent sure was Mario, walking into the dining room with a redhead who kept her gaze cast down as she followed him. Unfortunately they were too far away for her to be completely sure, but from a distance he definitely looked like the guy in the picture Don Lenzo had provided. When she realized Master D was watching her and had turned to follow her gaze, she’d immediately drawn his attention back to her, coyly teasing him about what he might do to her this evening.
It was a topic she had genuine interest in, after all. Plus, he was observant enough to think she was behaving a little oddly. From some of the questions he asked her it seemed like he suspected that she wasn’t as experienced a submissive as her survey had indicated—which was definitely true. Fawn just hoped that was all.
Obviously it was doubtful he’d guess at her real reason for being at the Castle—it was so ludicrous it made the perfect cover—but she didn’t want him becoming too interested in who she really was or what she was doing there. That meant keeping him focused on what she was supposedly there for.
So she kept up the flirting all through the meal and didn’t ask any questions about Castle security, didn’t look across the room where she was pretty sure her target was sitting, didn’t do anything that would make her stand out from anyone else.
By the time Master D escorted her back to her room, she was more than ready to just focus on him and forget everything else. There was nothing else she could do tonight anyway, not with Master D watching her every move. Maybe if she could wear him out she could sneak back out later if it wasn’t too late.
When they reached her room, Master D was looking at her with something like bemusement, but also interest. Fawn couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been the only one affected by their scene in the Dungeon earlier.
“Are you sure you want to play here?” he asked, closing the door behind him. “The Dungeon always has room.”
“I’m sure,” she said, giving him a flirtatious look over her shoulder. There was no denying that she was seriously attracted to Master D—and as amazing as their scene in the Dungeon had been this morning, she didn’t want it to end the same way. If she died this weekend or ended up in jail after it, she might as well have mind-blowing sex while she could. After all, this might literally be her very last opportunity. But she didn’t want to have sex in the Dungeon, not really… maybe later this weekend if the chance came up.
For tonight, though, she wanted a bed.
Master D raised his eyebrow at her, stepping forward and following her towards the large piece of furniture which dominated the room. “You’re sure… what?”
Fawn giggled. It felt almost like she was having an out-of-body experience because this so wasn’t her, and yet it was. “I’m sure… that I want to be in here.”
She knew exactly what she was doing—she was poking at him to see what he would do.
His face hardened into stern lines and he moved so fast she would have stumbled as she retreated if he hadn’t snaked his arm out to catch her. All the breath seemed knocked from her lungs as she found herself pressed up against the hard, muscled planes of his body. Her arousal shot through the roof as her pussy throbbed in response. They were pressed close enough that his mouth was only a few inches from hers and she could smell a faint woodsy scent—possibly cologne or maybe just soap.
Staring up at him, she felt like the breathless heroine on a romance cover, her hands pressed to his chest, her body trembling against his. Good grief, the man was potent.
“All right, kitten,” he said, his voice lowering to a deep rumble. “We’ll play here and I’ll show you exactly what happens to naughty little brats who don’t speak to their Master with the proper address.”
Eep.
The look of utter anticipation in Fawn’s eyes nearly undid him, her muscles flexing beneath the palm he had spread on her lower back, her fingers curling slightly against his leather vest. The silky bit of nothing she was wearing felt nice, but that was definitely going to have to go immediately.
She made a little squeaking sound, like the kitten he’d nicknamed her, as he spun her around so she was facing away from him. Two quick movements to tug the straps of her negligee off her shoulders and it fell to the ground. Again she was wearing a barely-there G-string, making him shake his head.
No, this time she was going to be completely naked and he wasn’t going to let her go so far into her head. Now that he knew how fast she could fly, he would make sure to keep her in the here and now, feeling every last bit of erotic pain and pleasure he could wring from her willing body.
“Your safewords work as well in here as they do anywhere else in the Castle,” he said, sweeping her hair over her shoulder and exposing her back. All the marks from the flogging earlier were completely gone, but the skin there and on her ass would still be sensitive. A shiver went down her spine as he traced his finger along it. “Now bend over the bed and get this pretty ass high in the air.”
She squeaked again as he smacked her right cheek to get her moving, and immediately jumped forward the few feet to bend over. Almost as soon as she did so, she peeked over her shoulder at him. Dane gave her a stern look and her head snapped back around.
The new position made for a fantastic view. The swollen lips of her pussy pressed against the wet fabric of her G-string, outlining them perfectly for his pleasure, while the twin mounds of her ass were tipped up and ready for punishment.
Moving slightly to her side so he could keep an eye on her, Dane raise
d his hand and brought it down hard on her delectable ass.
“Ow!”
To his utter shock, she stood up, looking at him with a kind of surprise that he couldn’t quite interpret. It was almost like she’d never been spanked before.
He frowned.
Holy fuck-up, Fawn!
The reaction had been involuntary, but the expression on Master D’s face told her that she’d just screwed up pretty badly. What would be a good explanation for reacting that way to a simple swat?
Or, a not so simple swat really, since that patch of her bottom was still stinging, but now that the initial surprise and pain was past it didn’t really hurt that badly. She had just never been spanked before, but the person she was pretending to be definitely would have, which meant she needed a reasonable explanation for her unusual reaction.
“Sorry, Sir,” she said, bending back down into position—which also allowed her to hide her face from him as her hair fell across it like an ebony curtain. “I just… I wasn’t… I thought there would be more of a lecture first.”
That sounded plausible, right?
It must have, because she heard him chuckle as his hand came down to sweep her hair away from her face and over to the other side of her neck, so he could see her. She felt a little more relaxed, though, since he seemed to be buying what she was selling.
“Lectures are for when you don’t know what you did wrong, kitten,” he said, palming her ass right where he’d spanked it and making her skin tingle. “You know exactly what you did, since this is exactly what you were trying to provoke. Now take your punishment like a good girl.”
SMACK!
This time she was more prepared for it and she didn’t bolt upright although part of her wanted to. Was his hand made out of wood or something?
