by Maren Smith
“What’s his name?”
“Master D.”
“Great. He’s delicious; I’m definitely going to have to ask for him next time. Thanks!”
“You’re welcome,” Fawn said, muttering the words as the brunette walked away. It wasn’t like the woman was paying attention to her anyway. Ugh. That whole encounter just had her feeling all sorts of things she didn’t want to feel—and jealously possessive was at the top of the list. She really needed to get a hold of herself because between Mario and Master D she was becoming a hot mess.
When she turned to look over at Master D again the redhead who had been with Mario was standing next to Master D; he had his arms awkwardly held out in front of him and there was a rapidly spreading stain on his shirt. What had happened? Fawn started to stand up and then hesitated, because Master D had told her to stay put. Her eyes cut over to Mario, who was also watching the two with a scowl on his face. Shuddering, Fawn looked away and watched as Master D set down the coffee cups on a nearby table and spoke to the redhead before patting the wet splotch on his shirt with a napkin.
Fawn bit her lip as Master D turned the redhead to face the buffet and gave her bottom a swat, unable to ignore the little surge of jealousy. Apparently it didn’t matter that she was full of anxiety and misery after seeing Mario, Master D still managed to mess with her emotions.
She couldn’t ignore the warmth that filled her as he picked up one of the cups of coffee, still mopping at his shirt with his other hand, and headed towards her with it slightly outstretched.
“Are you okay, Sir?” she asked when he approached. “You didn’t get burned, did you?”
“No harm done,” he answered, smiling down at her. “Don’t worry, kitten, I’m definitely still in good enough condition to play with you.”
Her cheeks heated. “That wasn’t… I didn’t…”
Chuckling, he handed her the coffee. “Let’s go, kitten. I’ll walk you back to your room and then we’ll have to part ways so I can change and get a shower.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Following him out of the cafeteria, Fawn couldn’t help but glance back. Mario wasn’t paying any attention to her and Master D, thankfully, he was too busy glaring at the redhead. When Fawn looked over, hers and the other woman’s eyes met. The thought that she should try to be friendly with the other woman, since she might be a way to get to Mario, flitted through Fawn’s mind.
She winked at the redhead. The redhead grinned at her.
As hard as she tried to feel satisfied with the interaction, Fawn felt more like she was going to throw up than anything else. That was the man she had to kill. Bile rose in the back of her throat.
“Kitten?”
“Sorry, Sir!” She hurried to catch up to Master D and, as soon as she did, pressed herself against his side. The warmth of his body helped her push away the emotions that had engulfed her in the restaurant. She didn’t want to think about what she had to do; she just wanted to keep pretending she was a normal guest here to do all the perverse and exciting things that people did at the Castle.
Too bad she couldn’t say ‘onion’ and get out of her assignment from Don Lenzo. The mob didn’t come with safewords.
Frowning down at her, Master D wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Are you sure you don’t know that man, sweetheart? I can have a word with him if you like.”
“No, Sir, I just… I had some bad memories. It’s nothing to worry about; I doubt I’ll even see him again.” She forced a smile onto her face.
Master D didn’t seem entirely convinced, but he didn’t push the issue either. Fawn luxuriated in the illusion of being under someone’s protection as he ushered her down the hall toward her room, away from the mission she had to fulfill.
After walking Fawn back to her room, Dane ordered her to go to Wardrobe once she was done getting ready for the day. It was the best way he could think of to keep her busy while he made contact with the agent who was scaring the heck out of her for some reason.
A lot of his suspicions had come roaring back when she’d suddenly looked terrified and sick at just the sight of the man—especially once he’d recognized him from a Cybercrime class they’d had together way back when. Turner, Dane was pretty sure he remembered the man being called. He looked a little different, but Dane had always been good with faces and it was definitely him.
Swinging by Wardrobe, Dane gave them some very specific instructions about how to dress and pamper his kitten. He hoped she enjoyed it. He knew he would. Plus it would give him plenty of time to shower off, change, and see if he could track down Turner and the clumsy redhead. While Fawn had been wary of the couple Dane was pretty sure were a K-9 team, her reaction to Turner had been much more severe, so Dane wanted to touch base. Just to make sure.
Freshly showered and changed, he made his way to Security for the second time that morning and didn’t have any trouble using the screens to track down the redhead heading upstairs to the 101 spanking demonstration. That hair color really was bright.
He got there just in time to hear the pretty subbie volunteering as tribute to work off some demerits and immediately grabbed his chance to make contact with Turner. Fortunately, he managed to speak up before anyone else did and after giving little Miss Holly, as he’d heard her being called, a very thorough if clinical spanking, leaned over to speak to her Master.
“Dane Morgan. We met in Cybercrime with Agent Carter, 2007. Can we agree not to shoot each other?”
Turner nodded. Good, now they both knew who the other was, and if there was something more between Fawn and Turner than she was letting on, Turner would come to him first. He figured the other man was probably also there for Carmen, he couldn’t imagine why the man might frighten Fawn so much.
Maybe if she’d met him while he was undercover doing something else?
Or maybe if she recognized him as an agent and was afraid she was going to be caught out?
It was time to get back to his little subbie and find out what she was hiding.
Fawn stared at herself in the mirror, absolutely fascinated.
“You look adorable,” Janice said gleefully as she put the finishing touches on Fawn’s curls. The front half of her hair had been pulled back from her face and tied in a ponytail, but the rest was left to hang down her back in a cascade of frothy curls that looked almost too formal for the very little bit of clothing she was wearing.
When she’d shown up at Wardrobe, she’d thought she’d be ready for whatever Master D wanted of her.
But she hadn’t imagined this.
Furry black cat ears with a pink interior adorned her head, and her outfit was basically a black furry bikini top and two flaps of furry fabric which hung from a chain around her waist over her pussy and ass. The collar around her neck with a little heart dangling from it and kitten heels on her feet finished off the outfit. Master D had a wicked sense of humor.
Even her makeup was cat-themed, although they at least didn’t draw a nose and whiskers on her. But her eyes were given heavy liner that made them look smoky and the dark wings gave her a very cat-eye look. The only real color was the bright red lipstick.
“I thought I signed up for the Dungeon, not pet play,” she said a little grumpily.
“The Dungeon encompasses pretty much anything I want it to.” Master D’s deep voice made both her and Janice jump in surprise. Since he’d come up from a side that wasn’t visible in the mirror, neither of them had seen him. His dark eyes glinted with appreciation as he looked her over. He had changed into a clean pirate shirt, so he was sans coffee stain now, and his hair still looked a little damp from having showered. “Or didn’t you see the cages down there?”
Fawn shuddered as she desperately tried to remember whether or not cages had been on her hard limits list. There were just so many things that she hadn’t even known existed…
“Well she makes a very pretty kitty, and I think it would be a shame to cage her up rather than play with her,” Janice said, tipping Fawn a win
k. Then she smiled at Master D before skipping off, leaving the two of them alone.
“I’m inclined to agree with her,” Master D said, as Fawn stood up from the chair she’d been sitting in while Janice did her hair. “As long as you’re a good kitten.”
“I’ll be very good, Sir,” she said fervently. The last thing she needed was to end up in a cage all day! The idea didn’t arouse her at all and that would definitely keep her from doing her job. Not that she particularly wanted to do her job, but ‘want’ didn’t come into the equation.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Master D said, as he swiftly took her place in the chair and Fawn found herself being hauled over his lap. The back of the barely-there loincloth was flipped up, exposing her bottom, and she squeaked and wriggled as she felt him parting her cheeks, exposing a hole no one except she had ever touched.
Oh holy perversions… you dumbass, why did you check ‘interested’ in anal!
She blamed the stupid sites she’d been reading which made it sound hot… sexy… just like with the spanking, now that she was facing the reality she was feeling really unsure.
“Please… Sir…”
“Hush kitty,” he said, and Fawn grabbed at his ankles to keep from falling as his finger touched the crinkled rosebud of her anus and her body lurched. “I’m just putting in your tail.”
My tail?
She probably should feel indignant but right now she didn’t feel anything except slightly panicked. It had sounded interesting, but more importantly it had looked like a lot of BDSM involved anal and so she hadn’t really felt like she could leave it off of her survey. Besides, new experiences, right?
Yeah, she was really regretting that optimistic, open-minded attitude now.
Although… it didn’t actually feel that bad as his finger circled her opening, stimulating tiny nerves she hadn’t even known existed. In fact, it felt kind of good, and Fawn relaxed a little.
Of course, that was when he pulled his finger away and she heard some odd sounds which were followed just a moment later by something cool and slick nudging at the entrance his finger had been touching. Eep! She clenched.
SMACK!
“Relax, kitten,” Master D said, and she could practically hear his frown. “When was the last time you were plugged?”
Uh, never…
“It’s been a while, Sir,” Fawn lied.
“Well, just relax and bear down, sweetheart, I’ll take it slow.”
Oh Lordy, did he ever. Fawn wasn’t sure that was a good thing as the nose of the plug dipped inside her, making her pussy cream from the oddly sensual sensation of having her rear entrance stretched. At least it was sensual, at first, and then it started to burn.
She gasped as he worked the plug back and forth, pushing a little deeper each time, stretching out the tight muscle of her sphincter. Fawn almost wished he would just push it in to get it over with. The sensation of something moving there was as disturbing as it was arousing.
The burn was unlike anything she’d ever felt; not in a painful way, but just so utterly alien to her that she was struggling to process it mentally. Her body on the other hand… well, physically her pussy was responding like Master D was touching her there instead.
“Oh!” The stretch intensified, making Fawn’s breath catch in her throat. “Oh, Sir!” Her fingers dug into his ankle as the thickest part of the plug pushed in—and then her ass squeezed tight around the indent between the bulb and the base. The toy seemed to throb inside of her as her muscles clenched around it, trying to adjust to the intruder.
It couldn’t possibly be that large, but it felt like it had pushed all the space for air out of her lungs. The full feeling was unnerving, especially as her pussy pulsed emptily, aching for its own fulfillment.
“Good girl,” Master D said, and Fawn felt a rush of warmth go through her at the praise. Everything moved as he stood her up, and something long and furry brushed against the back of her legs, the fur tickling the crease of her buttocks… yup, he’d given her an actual tail. Fawn felt her cheeks turning red, but the expression on his face as he looked her over made her feel a lot better. He looked at her like she was the most desirable woman on the planet, like she was precious. Fawn could get addicted to being looked at like that. “All right, kitten. Let’s go see what trouble we can get into downstairs.”
Her bottom clenched around the plug again as a shiver went up her spine.
Chapter 6
Fawn made a fucking adorable kitten. Dane wouldn’t say pet play was a kink of his, but he did like to see a pretty subbie all dressed up, and he got a kick out of seeing his little kitten as a kitten. While he’d chosen the nickname for her because of her personality, not her looks, the style definitely suited her. He particularly liked the tail hanging down between her legs, swishing back and forth as she took little mincing steps.
He was ninety-nine percent sure Fawn had never had a plug in her ass in her life. Why she had lied about it, he had no idea. But that’s why they were going to the Dungeon now, to find out. And if she kept lying, she might just find herself with his cock up her ass instead of the plug. Dane didn’t want her to say her safeword, but he was definitely going to push her.
The outfit was meant to make her feel off balance and hopefully vulnerable—and now that he knew she had no experience with anal, it was likely that would assist in that feeling. He’d heard a lot of subbies say they felt even more submissive when it came to anything involving anal. Fawn didn’t look like she was going to prove an exception to the rule. Her eyes had been practically glazed over with arousal when he’d stood her back on her feet and she seemed almost meek as he led her down the stairs to the Dungeon.
The Dungeon Master was there, of course, and he chuckled when he got a good look at Fawn’s outfit. “What a pretty pet, Master D.”
“Thank you,” Dane said. He patted the soft fur that barely covered Fawn’s bottom. “I’m a fan of it myself.”
Although Fawn gave him a sidelong look, she didn’t saying anything, just bit her lip. He got the feeling she wasn’t quite as much a fan as he was. Well, it would be coming off soon enough anyway.
This time, Dane had her start off standing in the middle of the room rather than immediately restraining her to any of the equipment. He definitely had plans for the spanking bench, but not just yet.
“Put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers together,” he ordered. The position thrust her breasts out and she naturally widened her stance slightly to keep her balance. Dane couldn’t help but smile as he stroked his finger down the furry bikini. “I want to make you purr, kitten, but first… I get the feeling you’ve been hiding things from me.”
Her dark eyes widened in alarm. Although she covered the expression quickly, this close to her when he was looking down at her, he couldn’t miss it. The confusion that wrinkled her brow a moment later was feigned and he knew it.
“Hiding things, Sir?” she asked. Then a saucy smile tipped up her lips. She was good, very, very good. “If that’s the game you want to play.”
“I think you’ll discover it’s not a game, kitten.” His voice remained a stern, low growl as he began circling around her. Her spine stiffened, but she didn’t move out of position. It was that obedience which had him so confused. She was definitely a submissive; she definitely belonged here at the Castle. But she was oddly inexperienced in things where she claimed she had some and with her reaction to Turner this morning… Dane needed to know what was going on.
Especially if it was something that might distract him from the hunt for Carmen or put her in some kind of danger.
The Dungeon was the perfect place for an interrogation.
Dane pulled on the ends of the ties hanging down from her bikini. They slithered free and the whole thing dropped to the floor in front of her as she sucked in a breath. He circled back around to the front of her, examining her expression as he cupped her breasts and squeezed the soft mounds.
She moaned slightly,
her eyes getting that glassy look again as she leaned into his touch like she craved it. Dane swept his thumbs across her hard nipples, teasing the little buds into swelling further before he began pinching them. His fingers massaged her soft flesh, and then closed around her swollen nipples. A shudder went through her body and his cock surged in response as she bit back a moan.
Fucking gorgeous.
The pain radiating out from her nipples was delicious. Master D wasn’t pinching her so tightly that they felt crushed, but the sharp bite still hurt in the best way. Her nipples throbbed in his firm grip, the sensation spiraling straight down to her aching pussy. As his fingers moved, rubbing the twin peaks, her ass clenched around the plug inside it and she shuddered.
The assault of sensations was nearly overwhelming, but—like last night—there was no chance of her falling into the almost hypnotic state the flogging had put her into. While she’d become almost used to the plug, it still felt foreign inside of her and the addition of the throbbing sting in her nipples made it impossible for her to drift. Master D was consciously, deliberately, keeping her from it. Fawn didn’t mind. Right now, she didn’t want to lose track of time or what was happening to her—she wanted to experience and remember every single moment for as long as she lived… however much longer that was.
“Oh!” She nearly went up on her toes as his fingers twisted her sensitive buds and then released, leaving her panting and needy. The dark pink nubs stood out on her chest as Master D turned and walked over to one of the displays on the wall. Fawn watched him pick up a crop—which made her heart start racing—and something too small for her to see.
Standing there with her breasts bared and thrust out, she felt small and exposed. Two things that she would have sworn she hated feeling, but which right now heated her blood and made her want to beg for Master D’s cock. Even knowing he suspected something about her didn’t hinder her arousal. She still wasn’t sure how much he’d guessed or if he just had suspicions but no actual theories.
