by Maren Smith
SMACK!
Rub.
The rubbing against her tender cheek felt nice. Then his hand lifted again.
SMACK!
She couldn’t hold back a little gasp at that one. It felt like her bottom was starting to do more than sting, it felt like it was starting to burn. While she’d read about what a spanking felt like on the internet, it definitely hadn’t adequately prepared her for the reality.
But what she’d read had been right in some instances. Her eyes stung with tears. Her fists clenched the sheets as she struggled to stay in position, keeping her ass up for him to punish some more. After all, she really had asked for this. The heat in her cheeks kept growing with each swat as he peppered them all over her bottom.
And, most shockingly, when his hand moved lower in an exploratory caress, she was still soaking wet. In fact, just the simple touch of his hand made her highly aware that she was even more aroused than before he’d started spanking her. With the flogging, she’d understood her reaction because that had felt pretty good and it hadn’t really hurt. She was having a harder time reconciling the stinging heat in her ass with arousal, but she couldn’t deny the sensation that swept through her or the moan that came tumbling from her lips as Dane rubbed her swollen pussy.
When he pulled his hand away, that was when her tears finally spilled over onto her cheeks, because she’d wanted his touch so bad.
SMACK!
Now her body was all sorts of confused. Had that hurt? Felt good? She wasn’t sure anymore and the sensations became even more muddled when he followed that swat with another caress of her pussy. Then…
SMACK!
There was no way Fawn was going to go into her head this time. Dane had made sure to spread her spanking out all over her ass, enjoying watching the changing colors as he turned her skin a nice, bright pink and switching up the rhythm constantly. His cock was aching as he caressed her, adding little dollops of pleasure to further confuse her and ensure she wasn’t able to fall into the same state as she had in the Dungeon.
This time the scene was going to end in an enjoyable way for both of them and with her in full possession of her faculties.
Dane caressed her ass, enjoying the way the heat from her spanking emanated from her skin. “So, kitten, what do good girls say when they’ve been naughty?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, and I won’t do it again?” Her voice lifted up at the end, making it a rather hopeful question. So she wasn’t a true brat, she’d just been testing to see what he’d do. Understandable enough.
“That’s a good start,” he said, pulling her away from the bed and turning her around to face him. The flush of her cheeks and the tears that had slightly smeared her eye make-up just turned him on even more. He wasn’t a hardcore sadist, but he did enjoy seeing a properly punished and penitent subbie. He couldn’t help but wonder why she’d signed up for the Dungeon program though; from his understanding, that program was usually reserved for more extreme players. Maybe she just hadn’t properly understood what she was getting into. Well, he wasn’t going to be as hard on her as one of the actual Dungeon Masters would be, but he wasn’t going to be easy either. Dane pushed her down to a kneeling position. “A very good start, but good girls make their apologies on their knees.”
Her eyes widened with anticipation, cheeks flushing a brighter pink as he undid the front of his pants. Dane nearly moaned with relief as his cock sprang free, fully erect and more than ready for some satisfaction. Fawn’s little pink tongue flicked out over her lower lip and Dane nearly groaned again.
Reaching out with one hand, he wreathed his fingers into her hair and pulled her forward. Obligingly, she opened her lips to accept his cock and he pushed in. Hot, wet… and the suction as she immediately started suckling was fucking heaven. Dane did groan now, letting his appreciation show as her mouth slid down the length of his shaft, her tongue fluttering pleasurably along the underside. Gripping her hair, he thrust his hips forward, filling her mouth and enjoying watching her eyes widen as he began to fuck it.
Fawn had given head before, but not like this. This was… sinful. Almost decadent. Master D held her in place and gently thrust in and out of her mouth, keeping control of the pace, control of how deep he went. And he did thrust deeper than she would have gone on her own, yet she found herself coping. She wanted to cope. Wanted to please him.
On her knees in front of him, her ass still burning from the spanking, her swollen pussy aching to be touched, her breasts bobbing gently with each thrust of his hips and her hair entwined in his fingers, all she could think about was his pleasure. Which she could feel, pulsing against her tongue; which she could taste, as the sweet flavor of pre-cum filed her mouth.
She found herself sucking harder, more energetically than she ever had in her life. Not only that, she found herself enjoying it. Enjoying the thickness sliding between her lips, enjoying looking up at him and seeing the intense yet tender expression on his face as he watched her swallow his cock, enjoyed the intimacy of his hand in her hair as he directed her movements. It felt like they were the only two people in the world, in a little bubble all their own, and she never wanted it to end.
So much so that when he pulled away from her mouth, she automatically tried to follow. The grip on her hair tightened as he chuckled. “Yes, I can see you’re very sorry, kitten. Now up on the bed.”
Oh. Okay. She could do that.
Feeling very much like a kitten, she crawled up onto the bed, her bottom in the air. The sting and burn had dwindled enough that it now just felt like a pleasant heat emanating through her whole body. That changed slightly when he grabbed her by the ankle and flipped her over onto her back. She hissed as her poor ass got the full weight of her body pressing down on it.
Master D just grinned at her, obviously realizing the reason for her reaction as he reached up to yank off her panties. Fawn almost glared at him before she realized that was likely to just get her another spanking. Most disturbing was the little voice in the back of her head that wanted her to do it anyway.
The almost indignant look on Fawn’s face was incredibly enjoyable. Dane couldn’t help but be amused—he did like a sassy submissive.
“On your back,” he ordered. “Arms above your head.” She sucked in a quick breath but immediately did as he said. Eventually he was definitely going to play with bondage, but right now he wanted to see exactly how well she could hold herself in position for no other reason than he’d told her to. “Don’t move.”
She whimpered as he spread her legs wide, the dark lips of her pussy spreading open to reveal the dark pink interior, shining with the high gloss of her arousal. Dane leaned down to plant a kiss right on those swollen lips, his shoulders pushing her thighs even farther apart and she let out a little cry as she arched up against his mouth.
“Oh yes!”
Her cry of appreciation echoed in Dane’s head as the sweet tang of her pussy met his tongue. Sliding his arms under her legs, he lifted them slightly as he moved his hands up to her breasts. The soft mounds fit perfectly into his hands, her hard nipples pressing against his palms and begging for attention. Shifting his grip, Dane obliged, and began pinching and twisting them as he feasted between her legs.
Fawn moaned and gasped, writhing against his tongue as he teased her… tormented her. Not that she was the only one feeling that way. His cock rubbed against the sheets, achingly hard and ready to be buried inside of her.
“Oh please… Master D, please…” She started to beg, a sob rising in her voice as he licked around the swollen nub of her clit without actually touching it. The plea was heartfelt and hot as hell, especially since despite her begging she still had her hands firmly in place above her head. Granted, she was now gripping the headboard, but she’d followed his order.
And Dane firmly believed that good girls should be rewarded.
He sucked her clit into his mouth.
Hot bliss exploded through Fawn and she choked on a scream of ecstasy as Master D
’s sucking mouth sent her soaring higher than any other man had before. It felt like her entire body was on fire—her pussy, her breasts, her ass—and she couldn’t tell which was pain and which was pleasure. Her toes actually curled, which she hadn’t even known was a real thing, and her fingers gripped the headboard so hard that she heard it creak.
Then, suddenly, his mouth was gone, she heard the rip of a condom packet opening, and a thick, hard cock was sliding inside her. It had been a long time and Master D was big, but she was so aroused, so soft and wet, that the stretch of accommodating him was pure pleasure. With his arms still hooked around her legs, although her knees had now slid down to the crooks of his elbows, he had her in the perfect position to fuck her as hard and fast as he wanted to.
His cock plunged in, deep, and Fawn writhed as the pleasure running through her just kept going as he began to move. The thrusts were hard, rhythmic, and utterly devastating in the wake of the orgasm she’d already had. The ecstasy was so intense it was painful and yet Fawn couldn’t bring herself to let go of the headboard… she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him inside her, filling her, completing her, and making her feel like the woman she never got to be.
“Yes… oh yes… oh yes…” The mantra was coming from her and at another time she might have been embarrassed, but she couldn’t make it stop any more than she could make the pleasure stop.
Master D thrust harder, faster, making her breasts bounce as he impaled her on his cock, leaning forward so that each time he slammed home, he rubbed against her swollen clit. There were tears sparking in her eyes again now, not from pain, but from the intensity of her second orgasm which was coming in fast. The pleasure had swelled, grown out of the first climax, and become a tsunami.
She screamed again as it hit her, her pussy clamping down around Master D’s cock. Very dimly, from very far away, she heard him groan her name as her pussy flooded with warmth.
Once again, Fawn was practically insensate, but this time Dane didn’t mind at all. Granted, both times had been proof of a job well done.
This time he was a little grateful, because he’d accidentally said her real name aloud at the end there. Hopefully, if she even remembered it tomorrow, she would think she’d imagined it.
After gently cleaning her up with a warm cloth—to which she’d barely reacted other than a sleepy mumble—Dane knew he should leave… but he ended up crawling into bed beside her. It was late enough the chances of finding Carmen were low. Those denizens of the Castle who weren’t in their beds were likely indulging around the Castle. It was unlikely Grace would be, therefore it was unlikely Carmen would be.
At least, that’s what Dane told himself as he tucked Fawn against his front, throwing a protective arm around her body.
Chapter 5
As always, Dane’s internal alarm clock woke him up not long after the sun had risen, but he felt so warm and satisfied that it was a struggle. Which confused him until he remembered that he wasn’t in his own bed—he was in Fawn’s. And she was still snuggled up to him, although at some time during the night she’d turned around in his arms and now her nose was pressed against his chest.
She felt good there.
Right.
Which was definitely a problem. Dane was fairly convinced she had nothing to do with Carmen, but he couldn’t shake the feeling she was hiding something. The question was what—and was it important enough for him to even try to discover the answer when he was working on bringing down The Butcher?
Probably not, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to.
Since he had to maintain his cover and keep playing with her, he could always do both. For now, though, he needed to sneak away while she was fast asleep. Check to see if Luke had left him any messages and maybe stop by security to see if anyone had done anything suspicious during the night. It was unlikely he’d get a good chance once she was awake, unless she also wanted to visit the gardens. He also wanted to grab a few things to use on his kitten at some point… yesterday he’d gone pretty easy on her.
Today he wanted to do a lot more.
But first—work. So he reluctantly disentangled himself from her arms, his heart thumping a little unevenly in his chest as she sighed and turned over. It had been a while since he’d actually slept with a woman. Of course, it had also been a while since he’d last enjoyed playing with a submissive quite as much as he’d enjoyed playing with her.
Leaving her room was harder than he’d expected, but she wasn’t the woman he needed to protect. Unlike Grace, she would be perfectly safe during her stay at the Castle.
This early in the morning the Castle was fairly deserted, except for a few people stumbling back to their rooms. He couldn’t tell if they’d stayed in one of the play rooms that late or if they’d been in someone else’s room, but since none of them set off any of his internal alarms, he didn’t pay much attention to them after his initial scan.
The gardens were completely deserted, giving them an almost ethereal feel in the early morning light. They were both beautiful and peaceful, and Dane almost wished he’d brought Fawn down with him for a little bit of outdoor fun. Maybe later, although it wouldn’t be quite as private.
There was nothing between the knees of the statue again, which meant Luke was striking out too.
He popped into the security room, but they reassured him that nothing had happened out of the norm during the night. Dane was left feeling a bit frustrated. He didn’t even have a possible Carmen sighting. He swung by his room to grab a change of clothes that would be more comfortable for the morning—a new pair of leather pants and what was basically a white pirate’s shirt complete with lacy cuffs. Marshall’s sense of humor rearing its head, he supposed; those were the only shirts he’d been provided.
Returning to Fawn’s room, he found her exactly where he’d left her, still curled up snugly in bed. Sliding in back behind her, he couldn’t help but smile when she wiggled her butt right into his groin while she adjusted to him being curved around her again. He definitely had plans for that ass today, but for now he’d let her keep sleeping.
Waking up with a man in bed with her had been a new and different experience, and one which Fawn had enjoyed a little too much. Having to tell herself not to get attached was also new and different to her. Normally she didn’t have a problem with that, but then she’d never spent a lot of time with the men she’d hooked up with. Master D, however, was constantly by her side… because that was his job, and she needed to make sure she remembered that was why.
They’d gone down to get breakfast at the buffet and Fawn had been relieved to discover Master D wasn’t any more of a morning person than she was. Neither of them seemed inclined to do much talking, although she did ask him about their plans for the day.
“After this? I’m going to let you shower and then send you to Wardrobe,” he said, a wicked smile lighting up his face. It wasn’t as bright as yesterday, but whatever he was thinking definitely woke him up a little. “I have a particular outfit in mind for you today, kitten.”
A little shiver of delight had gone down her spine, even though she shouldn’t have been so happy that he obviously had their morning all plotted out.
They were just finishing up their breakfast when he walked in.
Mario Ricci.
Her target.
Not maybe him, not possibly him, definitely him. Sick anxiety swirled in her stomach as the weight of her mission came crashing back down on her… something she’d almost managed to forget when she was with Master D.
Since she was facing the door, she saw the man clearly and knew for sure that it was the man she’d seen yesterday too, because he had the same redhead at his side. There was no mistaking the woman’s flamboyant hair. Fawn’s breath caught in her chest as she froze like a deer in headlights, her mind stuttering to a stop.
Obviously, Master D couldn’t help but notice and his head jerked upwards, looking in the same direction she was.
Crap!
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sp; “Is that who you were looking for yesterday?” he asked, sounding more than a little suspicious as Mario and the redhead moved towards a table across the room.
Crap!
“No, Sir,” she said, shaking her head and immediately averting her gaze. Looking up at the hard lines of Master D’s face, she knew she hadn’t convinced him. Not surprising; she felt incredibly shaken just seeing her target in the flesh and she couldn’t hide it. Thankfully, she could still think on her feet. “He just looks like someone I used to know, but it’s not him. The resemblance just startled me for a moment.”
She was getting good at coming up with fast, plausible explanations, but unfortunately Master D didn’t seem to buy this one so quickly. Rather than nodding his head or asking her about the person he’d supposedly reminded her of, Master D was still frowning at Mario. Dammit. She needed to distract him.
“Master D?” she asked, drawing his attention to her with a plaintive little voice. “More coffee?”
She would have put Oliver to shame with that little performance and, like most dominants, Master D couldn’t resist a direct plea when it was delivered so pathetically. “Sure, kitten. Stay here.”
Part of her wanted to bristle when he actually patted her on the head as he stood and headed for the drink station. Fawn nearly groaned when she saw the suspicious gaze he continued to direct towards Mario. Apparently she hadn’t distracted him as well as she’d hoped.
“Excuse me.” The feminine voice broke through her thoughts and Fawn turned away from watching Master D. A pretty brunette, dressed up like a Roman slave girl, was standing and smiling at her from across the table. “Is that your Master or does he work for the Castle?”
“He works for the Castle,” Fawn replied, a little confused why the woman was asking her instead of going and asking Master D.
