Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection Program

by Maren Smith

  He was getting really used to constantly being hard around her. Of course, the Castle itself was designed to encourage that.

  “What are you going to do, Sir?” she asked, her voice a little higher than usual as he moved back to her.

  Dane patted her bottom, stroking his hand over her skin. It was warm, but soon it was going to be nice and hot. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m only going to hurt you as much as you like it.”

  “That’s not reassuring,” she muttered, but the room was quiet enough that he heard her anyway.

  Chuckling, Dane lifted the paddle. “It wasn’t meant to be, sweetheart. And you forgot to call me ‘Sir.’”

  THWACK!

  Ow! Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow!

  When Fawn had thought his hand was as hard as a paddle, she’d been wrong. A paddle was so, so much worse! It was harder, wider, and the ache it caused went so much deeper into the muscle, as if having a stinging bottom wasn’t bad enough. She rocked on the bench, but it was designed to keep her body in place and there was nowhere for her to go.

  THWACK!

  “Ow!” This time she vocalized her reaction, and if she could have kicked Master D she would have when she heard him chuckle. The paddle was large enough that it smacked against both of her cheeks at the same time, which meant neither got a reprieve while the other was being attended to, they just both burned. “That hurt!”

  “It’s supposed to, kitten.”

  THWACK!

  Fawn shrieked wordlessly in pain and outrage, because the paddle had managed to also hit the base of the plug inside of her, making it jolt. Then she moaned as she felt his fingers press against her swollen pussy, rubbing over the slick, sensitive lips. Immediately, the pain in her bottom felt different. Not better, exactly, but far more arousing, turning into something that almost felt good even though it still hurt. The mix of sensations was only amplified as he dipped two fingers inside her, making her clench even as her bottom throbbed.

  Then Master D’s fingers pulled away, leaving her as empty as ever, but the arousal lingered.

  THWACK!

  THWACK!

  THWACK!

  Crying out every time the paddle smacked against her bottom, making the twin mounds of flesh wobble and the plug jostle inside of her, Fawn found tears dripping down her cheeks as she cried out, yet at the same time she could feel herself becoming hotter and wetter as her arousal grew.

  She and her vagina really needed to have a talk about appropriate responses.

  Although, it wasn’t entirely her vagina’s fault. Every few swats, Master D paused to pet her pussy, making her moan and writhe, confusing her body with whether she was feeling pleasure or pain. The heat of her spanking had started to engulf her entire lower body, making her throb, burn and ache.

  Any room for thoughts was driven from her head as her focus became entirely on what he was making her feel, but unlike during her flogging, she didn’t escape into her head entirely. Master D wouldn’t allow it. He played her body like it was an instrument, building up to a crescendo and then pulling back, increasing her pleasure and then adding just enough pain to keep her from climaxing.

  “Please,” Fawn begged as he stepped away from her for the umpteenth time. By now she recognized the sound of him getting into position to paddle her again. “Please, Master D, fuck me.”

  “When I’m ready to, kitten, and not before,” he said sternly, and she wept even harder because she was so damn needy for him but there was nothing she could do. The restraints holding her in place didn’t allow her to do anything but take whatever he wanted to give her. In the back of her mind, Fawn knew she could end it all with a single word—the problem was that she didn’t want to. She didn’t want it to ever end.

  THWACK!

  A sob rose in her throat as she felt her body tighten, and for one wild moment she wondered if she might actually orgasm just from being spanked, but, as if he could sense her impending climax, Master D paused just long enough to ensure she couldn’t quite reach that peak. Damn him.

  THWACK!

  THWACK!

  She was a pleading mess as he began to rub her pussy again, her body jerking against the restraints, and Fawn nearly sobbed with relief as she heard the telltale sound of a zipper being undone. Something furry tickled her back and she realized he’d flipped her tail up and completely out of the way.

  YES! Her brain screamed in eagerness.

  His cock thrust into her. Hard. Fast. It felt bigger, or maybe she felt smaller because of the plug, but she was so slick that he had no trouble working himself into her with just a few thrusts.

  Oh yes!

  If she could have spoken the words, she would have, but she was so far beyond being able to speak at this point. She felt so full with both of her holes stretched open, she could barely believe she could take both him and the plug at the same time. All she could concentrate on was the heavenly feeling of him stretching her open, his thick girth rubbing against the sensitive inner walls of her body and—ow!

  The sudden, stinging pain radiating from her right breast, which somehow only stung for a moment and then it felt oddly good.

  Another blow smacked into her breast, the left this time. The initial sting hurt and then smoothed away, joining the other sensations rioting through her and befuddling her senses. He moved inside her, settling into a rhythm, and every few thrusts a new pain flared in her breast. The harder thrusts smacked his body against her bottom and Fawn clenched around both him and the plug every time.

  She was drowning in pain and pleasure, and it was bliss.

  The slick softness of Fawn’s body gripped him with every thrust home, the heat of her red hot bottom searing his groin as he bottomed out inside of her. Dane groaned, doing his best to focus as he expertly wielded the crop, switching it back and forth between his hands before swinging it up to smack against one hanging breast.

  Her muscles clamped down around him every time the crop met its target, her ambiguous cries of pain and pleasure slowly becoming wilder as he drove her to orgasm. With every thrust he could feel his own pleasure rising, the hot, silky grasp of her pussy caressing every inch of his cock.

  Dane could feel his balls tightening and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Fawn hadn’t been the only one suffering while he’d been spanking her bottom red. Just watching the paddle impacting against her ass, hearing her moans and cries as she’d become more aroused even through the pain, had tortured him. Now that he was inside of her, all he wanted to do was race to the finish line but not without her.

  Deliberately aiming for her poor, tortured nipple, Dane swung the crop up again and Fawn’s scream and the tight clench of her pussy took his breath away. She was so close to orgasm, her pussy rippling around him as the first tremors of ecstasy began. He switched hands on the crop. Aimed for her other nipple. This time her ragged scream went on and on and on.

  Dropping the crop, Dane grabbed her hips and leaned forward, fucking her for all he was worth. The heat of her pussy easily matched the hot cheeks of her ass as they pressed against his stomach. In this position, each thrust pushed against the base of the plug, so it would feel like she was being fucked in both holes. He could hear the sob in her cries as her orgasm moved from rapturous to being too intense to bear and he could feel her beginning to struggle and writhe beneath his thrusts.

  It just made him fuck her harder.

  His balls tingled, tightening as he felt his own orgasm beginning, her body sucking at his cock as she spasmed in a second climax that followed the first one so closely it was likely she couldn’t even tell them apart. Dane’s fingers dug into her hips, his body moving powerfully behind hers, over hers, filling her completely as his thrusts became wilder.

  He groaned, long and loud as the intense rush washed over him, ecstasy shuddering through his frame as his orgasm pulsed through him. The thrusts eased, slowed, and he could feel the muscles of her pussy milking each jet of fluid from his body. She moaned softly as he shuddered, holding himself
tightly against her until every last drop had been spilled inside of her.

  When he finally pulled away, she whimpered and Dane looked down at a job well done. Her bottom was hot and red, her pussy swollen and dark pink, and her lax muscles said she was fully sated. Gently undoing the restraints, he massaged her limbs as he did so, admiring his handiwork on her breasts. The little red marks from the crop wouldn’t last very long, but they looked quite nice while they were there.

  “Come here, kitten,” he murmured, helping lift her up from the bench. She nearly stumbled. Holding her tightly, he moved them over to the pile of cushions in the corner. Not as good as a bed, but they would do for aftercare until he could get them back up to her room.

  She snuggled right into his chest, practically purring, and the warmth and affection that filled him was shocking in its depth. But as much as he wanted to stay here forever with her, he knew he couldn’t. He needed to find Carmen and take him down.

  To protect Grace.

  To protect the Castle.

  And to protect Fawn. Who, over the course of just twenty-four hours, had already become precious to him.

  They couldn’t stay here forever, but, as he buried his nose in her dark hair, he knew he wasn’t going to rush her either. There was enough time. There had to be.

  Chapter 8

  Leaving Fawn in her room to nap after the ordeals of the scene, a glass of water and a chocolate bar by her bed for when she woke up, Dane did another cursory round of the Castle. He also stopped by the garden to check on the statue again.

  There was a piece of paper waiting for him, tucked between the knees of the statue he and Luke had picked. The terse message in Luke’s strong handwriting had Dane both excited and worried.

  Meet me at the bar—Saturday 14:00. Possible Carmen sighting.

  Even though Luke said ‘possible,’ Dane knew his partner wouldn’t have left the message there unless he was almost completely sure. They needed confirmation, but Dane already knew he was going to be on high alert.

  His first instinct, though, was to run back to Fawn’s room, just to make sure she was okay. The image of Susan Mills’ corpse flashed through his mind, only instead of Susan, the mutilated body wore Fawn’s face.

  No. There was no reason to start imagining crazy things. While anyone and everyone at the Castle was in some danger with The Butcher on the premises, it was so well-guarded that it was unlikely Carmen would risk being caught just to lash out at innocents. Granted, his MO said he wouldn’t care about collateral damage as long as he could get to Grace, but his highest priority was not getting caught. Therefore, as long as Grace was safe, they all were probably safe.

  Not being able to meet until tomorrow was unfortunate, but they both needed to continue acting like everything was normal until they could prove Carmen was definitely on site—and stop him. Luke was probably tied up in his undercover role, made even more difficult by the fact that he did actually work here on occasion. Dane wouldn’t have to come back here for work, or even to play if he chose not to. Luke had a double set of duties to fulfill.

  As he wandered the Castle, Dane found himself staring off into space.

  How was Fawn getting under his skin so quickly? He really couldn’t figure it out. Dane didn’t believe in love at first sight or love in twenty-four hours. And he definitely didn’t think he was in love now, but for the first time in his life he could see the possibility that he might fall in love.

  That they were at the Castle and he was undercover only complicated matters. For one, he had no idea if she lived anywhere near him. It was all well and good to think that he’d find her once this assignment was over, but what if she lived in California? Or even farther?

  What if she wanted nothing to do with him after he admitted he’d forced her to tell him everything but he’d been lying to her the whole time?

  What if, like many women, she didn’t want anything to do with a government agent? It wasn’t exactly an easy life.

  Dane had always assumed that when he found the woman he wanted to settle down with, he’d be in a position where he was ready for desk duty. But he was only in his early thirties and he hadn’t pictured that happening for another five years at least.

  And why was he thinking about this right now, in the middle of a job, with lives on the line and no way of knowing if anything beyond this weekend would even be possible for them?

  At least he knew she wasn’t mixed up with Carmen. He couldn’t help but wonder a little bit about her life as a thief. Maybe one day if she trusted him enough she’d tell him.

  Dammit, stop thinking like that.

  When he found nothing of note around the Castle, he found his feet taking him back to Fawn’s room—much faster than he’d walked away from it.

  Sitting down on a sore bottom for dinner hadn’t been much fun, despite the cushion Master D had provided for her. Although, at least he’d removed the tail before they’d gone to the buffet.

  Fawn had been starving. Not surprising since they’d missed lunch while they were down in the Dungeon. She hadn’t been hungry when the scene first ended, but a few hours and one rather enjoyable shower later, even if they hadn’t had sex in it, she’d had fun helping Master D wash, and Fawn was more than ready for food.

  She was also sore in places she’d never known could be sore. Who knew that being tied up and fucked could be more strenuous than all the skills she’d ever needed for thieving?

  “What do you think?” Master D asked, and Fawn blinked as she realized she hadn’t heard him.

  “Um, sorry, Sir, what are you asking about?”

  The smug little smile that curved his lips definitely had to do with her distracted state. Because it was his doing that her brain was all fuzzy. Jerk. Sexy jerk.

  “I was wondering if you wanted dessert.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, smiling at him. “That chocolate cake looked pretty amazing.” She winced as she started to push up from her seat, and Master D rested a heavy hand on her shoulder.

  “I’ll take care of it, kitten,” he said, pushing to his feet. Fawn watched him walk off, feeling almost dreamy. The man had a good ass.

  As she was watching him, a pretty brunette with long curly hair suddenly stepped up next to her. Fawn jerked her eyes away from Master D’s ass and looked up at the petite woman smiling down at her. Dammit, this had better not be another request to know Master D’s name—and the possessiveness laced through that thought was not reassuring at all. Although, she was obviously very pregnant so that probably meant she was attached… hopefully.

  “Hi there! I’m Kaylee, Master Marshall’s submissive. I just wanted to check in and make sure you’re enjoying your stay at the Castle so far.” Her grey eyes were friendly and interested, and for some reason she almost seemed a little worried about what Fawn would say.

  Thank goodness, she wasn’t interested in acquiring Master D’s services, just interested in how well he was doing fulfilling them with Fawn. Relief filled her. “He’s amazing,” she said honestly. “The best Dom I’ve ever worked with.”

  Both were true, and Kaylee wouldn’t have any way of knowing that Master D was the only Dom she’d ever worked with. Even Master D had assumed that her bedroom experience had still included some BDSM, although not as much as she’d claimed on her intake form.

  “Wonderful, I’m so glad to hear that,” Kaylee said, glancing between where Master D was now standing in line and back to Fawn. “I’ll let you get back to your evening then.”

  It occurred to Fawn that this might be exactly the opportunity she needed, especially since Master D was away.

  “Excuse me,” she said, catching Kaylee’s attention before she turned to go. “You work here, right? Do you happen to know Master Miguel?”

  “Ah, well, he’s not a Castle employee but yes, I know who you’re talking about,” Kaylee said, cocking her head down at Fawn.

  Fawn smiled, at her most innocent, her mind working furiously. She didn’t want to be connect
ed to Mario in any way, especially in case he turned up dead, but she’d always been good at getting the information she needed. “I was interested in talking to the submissive he was with this morning, but I don’t know her name. Very pretty, dyed red hair?”

  “Oh, that’s Holly,” Kaylee said. “She does work here, although I’m not sure where she is right now.”

  “That’s okay, I’m sure just knowing her name will help me catch up with her eventually,” Fawn said, as if she was interested but didn’t care overly much.

  “She’s usually up in the Rainbow Room when she’s on duty,” Kaylee said. “Although I haven’t seen much of her since Master Miguel got here, so it’s possible they’re cooped up in his room.”

  “Thank you,” Fawn said, smiling warmly up at the other woman.

  “Of course, and you can always feel free to come talk to me about anything, too,” Kaylee said, patting Fawn’s shoulder before moving on. Fawn sighed as soon as Kaylee was out of earshot.

  Master Miguel and Holly. If she could circumspectly question enough people, she should be able to get a good idea of where to find Mario, hopefully without standing out in anyone’s memory as having any connection to him.

  How to actually get to him though? Maybe she could tell him and Holly she was interested in a threesome? Could she stomach that? And what would she do with Holly then?

  Maybe she could send Holly on a fake errand to leave her and Mario alone. But then the other woman would know her face and that she was the last person to be seen with Mario.

  Really, the ideal situation would be if she could get his room number and find him sleeping alone and she could just… well, do what she needed to do then.

  Hmmm. She had brought sleeping pills with her. Maybe she could sneak those into their food once she found out where they were getting it, and then she could sneak in and kill him. Would that make Holly a suspect? Fawn could tie her up; make it clear she had nothing to do with it.