by Maren Smith
Tucking the crop beneath his arm, he came back to his previous place in front of her, hefting one breast with his left hand as he held up a wicked looking rubber-tipped clamp in his right. Fear, anxiety, and excitement clogged Fawn’s throat as she stared at the little thing.
This was one of the things she had been able to test on herself before coming here, after swinging by an adult store, and she knew it hurt. She’d adjusted the ones she’d tried to not pinch all the way shut, but it didn’t look like Master D had any intention of doing so. A whimper rose in the back of her throat.
Master D raised his eyebrow at her. “Not a fan of clamps, hmm? Well, you have your safewords. Yellow for slow, red for stop.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. But would a submissive, one used to playing, actually say a safeword for something as small as rubber-tipped nipple clamps? Fawn had seen much more vicious ones, both online and in the store. She didn’t have a choice, she would have to take them; and why did that thought just turn her on even more?
He watched her expression as the clamp closed around her nipple. Now, Fawn couldn’t stop herself from going up on her toes, a high-pitched whine rising in the back of her throat as the tiny device pinched the swollen bud much more tightly and firmly than his fingers had. Tears sprang to the back of her eyes as she tried to breathe through the pain, her fingers tightening on the back of her head. The look in his eyes, the hot passion that flared as he watched her struggle to adjust, watched her take the pain for him, definitely helped.
Her nipple throbbed as he dropped her breast and moved to the other one. Fawn almost wanted to beg him not to, but at the same time her body wanted the balance and wanted the pinch so she wouldn’t just be hurting and stinging on one side.
Master D clamped her other nipple, igniting a new wave of stinging pain just as the other side had finally subsided to a dull throbbing. Fawn gasped, a single tear sliding down her cheek as her head fell back slightly. The pain was terrible and erotic at the same time, and when Master D unclipped the loincloth from around her hips and thrust his fingers between her thighs, her pussy was dripping wet.
His finger swirled, her ass spasmed around the plug, and Fawn nearly melted. This was utterly wicked, totally depraved, and everything she’d never known she wanted—maybe even needed. Even as the plug filled a space inside of her physical body that she’d never touched, this whole scenario filled a metaphysical space in her soul that she’d never dreamed existed.
“Good kitten,” Master D said, drawing his hand up and licking her cream from his fingers. Fawn watched, utterly fascinated as his tongue flicked over those long digits like she was the best dessert he’d ever tasted. “Delicious.”
If she could have pressed her thighs together without falling over, she would have. As it was, her arms felt like they were aching from being held in place, rather than being able to touch herself the way she wanted.
“Now, kitten, let’s talk.”
“Talk?” How was she supposed to talk like this? Her body swayed, and her furry tail brushed against the back of her legs, her breasts jiggled slightly and the weight of the clamps pulled at her nipples, reigniting the sting.
“Yes, talk,” he said, stepping back and taking the crop in hand. It lashed out, the little leather flap smacking against her outer thigh.
Ouch!
Since she’d seen it coming, she managed not to jump—she could only imagine what doing so would feel like for her poor nipples if just swaying had affected them—but it definitely hurt in the tiny spot where it had impacted.
“Let’s start with your experience. Is this the first time you’ve worn a butt plug?”
“No,” she lied immediately, instinctively. And then shrieked when the crop snaked out and smacked against the inside of one of her thighs. The skin was a lot more sensitive there and she couldn’t help but jump.
She gritted her teeth as her breasts wobbled and the clamps really tugged, stinging and burning, and sending all sorts of confusing messages to her poor, empty pussy.
“Let’s try that again. Kitten, is this the first time you’ve worn a plug?”
This time Fawn wasn’t even quite sure why she lied. “No.”
THWACK!
The leather smacked against nearly the exact same spot on her inner thigh—but on the opposite thigh to the one he’d hit the first time. It stung. Burned. Her nipples throbbed. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around the plug, making it feel like it was moving inside her. Why she was being so stubborn she had no idea, but in this moment she’d rather wear the nipple clamps for the rest of the day than admit the truth.
Master D’s eyes narrowed after the fourth smack.
“Let’s try a different question—is this the first time you’ve worn clamps?”
“No,” she said, feeling a rush of pleasure at being able to tell the truth.
A small smile tipped up the corners of his lips. “Now that’s a ‘no’ that I believe. Good girl for telling the truth.”
The crop flicked up between her legs before she could brace herself, but it didn’t hurt… at least, not much. The leather flicked against her swollen clit and then pressed, and Fawn moaned in utter pleasure as her hips canted forward, trying to rub the needy bud against the leather. Her entire lower body throbbed.
“Isn’t it more fun to be a good kitten?” Master D asked. Fawn whimpered as the leather moved, rubbed, stimulated her. “The club on your application, what was it called again?”
Oh glory… she couldn’t think. Couldn’t remember. Crap, crap, crap. Master D’s smile disappeared and so did the crop, dropping back to his side and leaving her even more aroused and needy than before.
“Did you lie about that, too?”
She wanted to answer him, she did, but… the Dungeon program required experience. Newbies weren’t allowed into it. Would they kick her out?
“I don’t want to answer,” she whispered, looking at him pleadingly. His gaze softened slightly. Seeing an opening she decided to take a small risk. “I want to stay in the Dungeon.”
His gaze softened even further. “Is that why you lied about your level of experience?”
Fawn dropped her gaze, nodding. “Please don’t tell.”
Well, that explained one thing. He supposed it probably wasn’t unusual for some applicants to the Castle to exaggerate on their applications. In fact, he was pretty sure he remembered Master Marshall and Kaylee saying something about how she’d flat-out lied on hers. At least it seemed like Fawn had told some truths—her expression when she’d seen the clamps had been very open; she’d known exactly what they were and that she didn’t like them.
But she hadn’t protested, either, and it had become clear pretty quickly that while part of her might not like them, another part of her liked them a lot.
Dane liked seeing them on her. Had enjoyed watching her pant through the pain for his pleasure. Liked seeing the swollen buds slowly turning darker. He wouldn’t keep them on her for too long, since he doubted she wore them often given her initial reaction, but they looked damn good.
Keeping his mind on the interrogation wasn’t easy, but having real questions for her did add an extra little fillip to the scene. Real stakes. And he was determined to find out just how high those stakes went.
“Anything you tell me down here is just between you and me, kitten,” he said, stepping forward to cup her chin and lift her gaze up to his so she could see the seriousness in his eyes. “But I need to know how experienced you actually are, because I don’t want to inadvertently hurt or scare you. Okay?”
She nodded, looking contrite. Well, they’d see how long that lasted. This was hardly the only secret she was keeping and he had a feeling this was the easier one.
“Now, let’s try this again,” he said, letting go of her chin. “Is this the first time you’ve had an anal plug used on you?”
A blush heated her cheeks and she nodded.
“Good girl,” he said, sliding his fingers between her thighs
. If she’d been wet before, that was nothing compared to the slickness of her soft folds now. Fawn moaned, rocking forward as her body shuddered. He could tell standing in position was becoming harder and harder for her, but she needed to stay here just a little longer, because he needed to see her face while he asked his final questions. After that she’d get plenty of rest… draped over the spanking bench.
“Please!” she cried out, her eyes flying open, large and pleading in her flushed face when he pulled his fingers away again. “Master D, please, I need… I need…”
Unfortunately for his pretty kitty, dancing right on the edge of orgasm was exactly where he wanted her right now.
“I have a few more questions first, sweetheart,” he said firmly, smiling inwardly at her unhappy groan. Her eagerness would only help—hopefully. “I need to know about the man in the restaurant.”
Despite her current state, Fawn immediately tensed. Dane smacked the side of her breast with the crop, making her cry out as the soft flesh jiggled and the clamp danced.
“His name is Master Miguel, I believe I heard him being called… and I know you recognized him. What I don’t know is how or why he scares you.”
Thwack!
The crop bit into the side of her other breast and she made a little gasping noise. The expression on her face was torn. She wanted to tell him but she was afraid to, just like she had been about admitting her lack of experience.
“Everything stays between us,” he said, letting her hear the utter sincerity in his voice. Dane had gotten attached and he knew it. If he could find her after this weekend was over, he would. If he was a very lucky man, she’d be interested in seeing him. But for right now, every instinct in his body was screaming out that he needed to protect her. He needed her to trust him and to confide in him so that he could. “Tell me why you’re scared of him, kitten.”
To his surprise, her expression turned to one of shame, tears sparking in her eyes before she turned her face slightly away from him and downward, her shoulders hunching as much as her position allowed. “I… I was a thief.”
“A what?” Dane was flummoxed.
“A thief,” she said, almost defiantly, her chin coming back up. “A cat burglar.” Now her voice had turned almost sneering. There was a certain irony in his nickname for her, apparently. “I… know him because of that. He’s a bad man.”
That last sentence was uttered with complete certainty, giving Dane a whole new set of suspicions about what Turner was doing here at the Castle. Undercover, looking for Carmen or… It was not entirely out of the realm of possibility that an agency might have been able to get a man into Carmen’s organization. But the things such a man would have to do in order to make it there…
Fuck.
“So you’re afraid he’ll recognize you?” Dane asked. Until he talked to Turner again and found out what the hell was going on, he didn’t dare reassure Fawn that the man would never hurt her—hell, if the man was actually undercover with Carmen, then Dane still wouldn’t be able to guarantee that. Some agencies were a lot more ruthless than others, and anyone willing to send an agent to infiltrate Carmen’s organization would have to be utterly ruthless.
Fawn nodded, eyeing him nervously, her body tilted slightly away from him, expecting rejection.
“You said you were a thief?” he asked, just wanting to be sure. “You don’t do that anymore.”
Immediately she shook her head, her expression almost fierce. Her eyes pleaded with him to understand. “My dad brought me up in the business, but all I want is a normal life, one that doesn’t involve ever breaking the law again.”
There was no doubting the utter sincerity in her voice and tone. She was completely open, completely genuine in her earnest assertion.
That was good enough for Dane. While he might uphold the law, he wasn’t going to hold her past against her—especially not when it sounded like she might not have really had a choice and definitely regretted it. Besides, it would be like kicking a puppy to deny her now, and it would definitely break the trust she’d just put in him. In fact, she’d put so much trust in him that it took his breath away—not just telling him why she was afraid of Turner, but also admitting past criminal activity.
It was a good thing she didn’t know he was an FBI agent. There was no way she would have confessed then. And that was something he was going to have to admit to her eventually, but not right now. Later, if they found each other after this weekend and she was interested in seeing him outside of the Castle, he’d tell her then.
For now, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. She squeaked a protest as her clamped nipples pressed against his chest, and his mouth crashed down on hers in a searing, claiming kiss. Because he was claiming her, at least mentally. In this moment for a certainty and, hopefully, if she agreed, in the future. Dane wanted her to be his.
Chapter 7
This was the last reaction she’d ever expected Master D to have and it sent a surge of guilt through her, because she’d told him what she wished was true and not what was actually true. At least she hadn’t been lying when she said she wasn’t a thief anymore. No, now she was an assassin. Not a great one, going by the way she was avoiding completing her mission, but that was still what she was here for this weekend, no matter how much she wanted to forget it.
Her nipples were burning so painfully in the confines of the clamps that it felt like they were going to burst against his chest, but she didn’t even care. Instead, she kissed him back as fiercely as she could, choosing to focus her attention completely on the here and now. Because even if she lived through this weekend, she’d never see him again. Fawn seized the moment that was given to her and she was going to wring it out for all it was worth.
The pain surging through her breasts made it impossible for her to keep her hands in place behind her head and they ended up against Dane’s chest, curling into the soft fabric of his shirt. His tongue dueled with hers, his arms tight around her body and holding her closely. It was a kiss full of passion, of heat, maybe even need… definitely need on her part, but it felt almost like on his part too.
When the kiss ended he didn’t pull away, instead he bent her back slightly so that their upper bodies parted and relieved the pressure on her nipples. Now that the kiss was over, they throbbed worse than ever, as if demanding attention after she’d been able to ignore them for a few moments.
“It will only hurt for a minute, kitten,” he said. Fawn didn’t have time to ask exactly what would hurt before he opened the clamp and removed it from her nipple. Then she didn’t understand, because it didn’t hurt as he closed his mouth over the turgid bud.
At least, it didn’t hurt until it very suddenly did. She whimpered and then cried out as blood rushed back into the sensitive nubbin. The suckling heat of Master D’s mouth soothed it somewhat, transmuting it to a kind of erotic pain, but she still writhed in reaction and shock at how much more it hurt with the clamp removed. It felt like stinging needles pricking into the small bud, even with Master D’s tongue sweeping over it.
When he lifted his head and went to remove the other one, she had to stop herself from begging him to keep it on. If that was how much it was going to hurt now, she didn’t want to think about how much it would hurt if he didn’t take it off now.
He didn’t seem to mind her grabbing at his hair as he sucked on her breast. The twin points on her chest were awash with conflicting sensations, and if it wasn’t for his strong hands holding her up, she was sure she would have collapsed. She’d already been feeling a little wobbly while he was questioning her, now she felt as though all the strength had gone out of her legs completely.
“Now what? Sir?” she asked breathlessly when he finally lifted his head.
The smile that spread across his face was far from reassuring, but it made her whole body tingle.
“Now I get to play with you, kitten.”
His kitten wriggled as he secured her to the spanking bench.
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�Are you uncomfortable?” he asked, drawing his finger down her spine after he’d finished strapping her wrist down to the handhold.
“No, Sir… just…”
“Just what?” he asked, frowning. “Have you been on one of these before?”
“No,” she admitted. “I’m sorry, Master D. All of my sexual experience has been confined to a bedroom.”
“That’s okay, kitten,” he said, although he gave her bottom a little swat as he moved around to her other side. He was using the ankle, wrist and thigh restraints so she would barely be able to move other than arching her back and lifting her head. Perfect. “We’re changing that this weekend, aren’t we?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and he could hear the breathless excitement in her voice as he buckled the leather restraints around her ankle and leg, sliding his finger between the strap and her skin to make sure it wasn’t too tight.
“Let me know if anything pinches or pulls, or you start to lose feeling, or if you have a cramp,” he said sternly, realizing she might not know. “You can use yellow or red for that, and we’ll fix it and then keep going if that’s what you want.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said agreeably. She currently didn’t sound at all in distress, just nervous and excited, which was perfect as far as Dane was concerned.
Once she was all set in place, she was an absolute vision. The spanking bench pushed her bottom up high, the leather straps a few inches below her cheeks emphasizing her vulnerability, and giving him a gorgeous target. Her breasts hung down on either side of the padded body support, her nipples still dark and swollen from the clamps and making tempting targets themselves.
Grinning, Dane went to grab the crop again, as well as a paddle. When he turned around he could see Fawn craning her neck, trying to get in a position where she could see what he was doing. Watching her wriggle in the restraints, becoming more frustrated when she realized her limitations, was highly enjoyable. Looking at the lovely target her ass made was even more so.
