Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection Program
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This was why he didn’t role play. He sucked at it. Time for Plan B.
Oops. Apparently she’d irked Master D with her laughter. Well, she wasn’t laughing anymore. After stripping her down completely, he’d restrained her to the bed. She had slightly more mobility than she had when he’d put her on the spanking bench, but not much. She was lying flat on her back, her wrists and ankles had been cuffed and pulled apart so he could attach them to each post of the bed, using the hand bolts that were available, and leaving her in a large X shape.
She couldn’t turn. She couldn’t move her arms or legs more than an inch. Basically, she could wiggle her butt and that was about it. The glint in Master D’s eye as he stripped off his own clothes, looking down at her from the side of the bed, said that he liked her like this.
Fawn’s own emotions about being so tightly restrained were conflicting, the same way they had been when she’d been tied to the bench last night. Part of her reveled in the freedom to let go, knowing that there was nothing she could do about her current position, which allowed her to just enjoy the moment. Another part of her was anxious about being so vulnerable to someone else, even though she knew all she had to do was say her safeword and everything would stop immediately, or say ‘yellow’ and everything would slow. She knew she was safe, yet she didn’t feel entirely safe and that was part of what excited her.
“You said you’re going to go easy on me, right?” she asked a little nervously. Although her bottom was pressed against the bed, and most of the lingering soreness had gone away, she was acutely aware of how exposed her nipples were—and those little bits were still feeling overly sensitive. If he put the clamps on her again, she’d have to safeword because there was no way she could handle that.
“Oh yes, kitten,” he said, although the devilish smile he flashed at her as he crawled onto the bed and between her spread legs wasn’t exactly reassuring. “Nothing but pleasure, I promise.”
Then he began to kiss her. Not on her lips or her pussy, but down by her knees. He kissed all the way up each leg and then ignored the lips of her pussy which were now tingling and kissed right on past them. Up and down her sides, where her breasts ached for attention, and then up and down her arms. Each kiss by itself was sweet, almost tender, but add them all up along with the brushes of his hard body against hers, her inability to reach out and touch him, and the way he was deliberately ignoring the parts of her that wanted his touch the most, and by the time he was making his way back down the slope of her right breast, Fawn was whimpering. Each press of his lips, each flick of his tongue, each light scrape of his teeth, made her skin tingle and lower body throb.
“Please… Master D… you’re going too slowly,” she said, letting her anxious plea enter her voice.
He just chuckled. “Impatient kitten.” His mouth circled her nipple, his tongue tracing small circles so close but not actually touching the ruched bud. “I thought you wanted me to take it easy on you.”
Fawn moaned as he abandoned that breast and moved to the other, leaving her nipple swollen, aching and unsatisfied. Was there such a thing as a pussy-tease? Because that’s exactly what he was doing right now. He began to work around her nipple with his mouth in the exact same manner and she thought she would burst. Even the clamps would be better than this.
At least they would be something instead of nothing.
“Oh no,” she moaned out the words as he began to work his way down her stomach to her pussy. The bastard just chuckled. “Master D, please!”
Ignoring her pleas, he kissed all around her pussy. The tops of her thighs. Her mound. His tongue flicked against her outer labia, tickling but not truly touching them the way she needed. Fawn was practically sobbing by the time he reached up to caress her breasts and his fingers finally closed around her nipples just as his tongue slid between the lips of her pussy.
She practically screamed as he finally gave her what she wanted, needed, craved. It was so sudden, so intense that the pleasure was almost painful. After last night’s torment and tonight’s teasing, her nipples felt exquisitely sensitive as he plucked and gently squeezed them, and her pussy throbbed against his questing tongue. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, tears actually sprang into her eyes and began to run down the sides of her cheeks.
It felt like she would have levitated if she hadn’t been secured to the bed, her entire body arching in one massive spasm as hot ecstasy burned through her like a firestorm. The restraints held her in place as she jerked against them, trying to close her legs, trying to move her arms down to push Master D’s mouth away because the inexpressible pleasure was becoming excruciating.
“Please!” she cried out, begging with the one word she could make her lips form.
For a moment it seemed to have worked as his mouth lifted, allowing her to slump on the bed in shuddering relief… and then his hard cock pressed against her sensitive, swollen tissues and thrust in hard and fast, and Fawn’s relief turned to anguished rapture as another orgasm wrecked her.
As Fawn came apart beneath him, Dane allowed himself to release the reins of his control. He lost all sense of reason and pistoned in and out of her, reveling in the spasms of her pussy around him, her distressed cries of ambiguous pleasure, and the writhing of her body in the restraints. All he wanted was more as the wet sound of their fucking echoed around him between her ecstatic sobs. It was filthy, hot, and shockingly intimate as they both lost themselves in each other.
His balls tightened as his climax began to surge and he bent his head forward, his mouth latching onto the tender skin between her shoulder and her neck, and he sucked hard as he thrust fully into her. The pulse of his cock throbbed against her grasping pussy as he marked her. He knew he was leaving a deep, red bruise on her neck, knew it was because he wanted to claim her and couldn’t, but he could leave her with a mark that she would see for days afterwards, maybe even weeks.
The heady rush of doing so combined with the sheer ecstasy of his orgasm, and he shuddered as he emptied himself inside of her, rocking against her and drawing out her own whimpering denouement of erotic bliss. Panting, his muscles quivering slightly, Dane groaned as he rested his head next to hers, feeling his cock slowly softening inside of her.
When he finally pulled out, she moaned softly, but her eyes were closed, her breathing even and there was a small smile curving her lips. Every line of her body said she was fully sated and limp from pleasure. Dane smiled smugly at the proof of his male prowess.
Safe, sound, and passed out was exactly how he wanted to leave her. Removing the restraints, he gently cleaned up the mess they’d made and moved her slightly to the side of the bed rather than the exact middle. Fawn murmured in her sleep as he tucked her in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Reluctantly he left her there, wishing with all his heart that he could stay. As he closed her door behind him, he forced himself to focus. What did he need to do now? How to find Carmen?
The best course of action was probably to start with the public areas, then, if he didn’t spot the man Luke had described or anyone else who might be Carmen, head to Security and see if they could look through some of the private areas. It wasn’t the best solution, but everyone in the Castle knew they could be watched by security at any moment so it wasn’t unethical either.
Since he didn’t have to get back to Fawn any time soon, he had a huge swath of time that he could devote to actively searching, rather than having to divide his focus between looking for his target and maintaining his cover. As much as his mind wanted to dwell on the intense scene they’d just shared and his growing feelings, he managed to push that aside. That could wait. This couldn’t.
Dane methodically swept each area that was open to the Castle guests. Granted, he could miss seeing some of the guests in the public areas if they were on the move, but for the most part, everyone was choosing where they wanted to play for the rest of the evening and settling in. The third floor was off limits to guests so he swept through the
second floor, then the first floor and the gardens, and finally the Dungeon. He was thorough and the Castle grounds were big, so it took him a couple of hours and he was more than a little frustrated by the end of it.
Nothing caught his eye—well, other than occasionally a very hot scene—so he moved on to Plan B and headed for Security.
Fortunately, Master Jackson, head of Castle security, was in the security room when Dane arrived and he was perfectly willing to let Dane look through the private areas. Rather than jumping around though, Dane decided it was better to go room by room, including the public areas, just in case Carmen was on the move. This time they started from the ground up.
When the cameras were scanning the second floor he saw something that was definitely not where it was supposed to be.
Motherfucker!
Fawn didn’t know how long she’d been asleep after Master D had left, she was just grateful that her full bladder had woken her up.
Although, the temptation to just stay in bed and forget about everything was strong. Her entire body was still throbbing and aching from earlier. She’d never done a job with her pussy still feeling incredibly sensitive from a long, hard fuck. This was not an ideal state to be in, but she was almost out of time to complete her mission. Don Lenzo expected the job done by the end of this weekend.
She was deliberately thinking about killing a man as ‘the job’ or ‘her mission’ instead of what it actually was, because if she really thought about it she didn’t know if she’d be able to go through with it. No matter how bad a guy he was. Maybe if it was in self-defense, but in cold blood?
Get it together and get moving.
Back in her wench garb, her hair pulled into a ponytail which she tied into a ribbon, Fawn moved through the Castle’s halls, keeping an eye out for Master D. There was a part of her that was really, really hoping she didn’t see him at all, especially not involved in any of the scenes, and yet another part of her couldn’t help but wonder where he was—and with whom.
Although she could hear noises from outside and drifting down the halls from the main rooms, the hallways themselves were thankfully mostly empty. She moved along, occasionally stopping to look out a window when she saw someone coming, making sure they didn’t see her face. Just in case.
Unless and until she got caught, she was going to do her best to stay above suspicion. When the body was found, she didn’t want anyone to remember seeing her in his hallway, just in case. Although, how she was going to accomplish her mission, she still wasn’t sure.
First, she’d make sure Mario was in his room, then she’d find out if Holly was there too, and then she’d have to figure out what she was going to do.
With every step she took, her stomach churned a little more with anxiety. The torch-lit halls felt a little more surreal. Fawn didn’t feel like she normally did on a job, she felt like she was having an out of body experience.
There. There was his door.
The hall was empty.
Her breath caught in her throat.
I can’t do this. Yes, I can. No, I really can’t. I don’t have a choice. I—
A hard hand closed around her bicep and Fawn jumped, starting to scream just as a palm clapped over her mouth.
Mario!
Instinct took over. She pivoted away from the hand over her mouth, her arm snapping out rather than up, breaking her assailant’s hold the way she’d been taught. Even though she’d never been caught, that didn’t mean she’d neglected the skills necessary for if she ever was. Her leg was already moving upwards between the man’s legs as she met Master D’s furious eyes.
Fawn tried to pull the kick and ended up completely off balance and falling. Quick as a wink, Master D’s hand snapped out to catch her wrist and pulled her upright.
“Uh… hi,” she said, smiling up at him weakly, her mind racing nearly as fast as her heart. Fuck, fuck, fuck! The suspicion on his face was clear. Which wasn’t surprising. He expected her to be in bed. Which is where she should have been. Think fast, Fawn. “You startled me.”
The expression on his face didn’t even flicker.
Yeah… she didn’t think she was going to be able to come up with a plausible explanation for this one.
Chapter 10
It was well after midnight and Dane’s head throbbed nearly as much as his cock had earlier.
“What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” He bit off each word, his clenched jaw making it almost difficult for him to talk. Fury, panic, fear for her safety, and the rising suspicion that maybe he’d been wrong about her, that maybe she was connected to something nefarious was now making him question everything.
“Looking for you,” she said, but the attempted lie was weak at best.
Fucking hell.
No sign of Carmen all night and now this.
“Come on.” Keeping his grip on her arm and one eye on her using his peripheral vision—where the hell had she learned to fight like that? —Dane practically started dragging her down to the hall back in the direction she’d come from.
“Where are we going?” The tremor in her voice was unfeigned. He was almost sure of it. But could he really be sure about anything with her anymore?
“Your room.”
To his astonishment, she relaxed slightly. Then he realized she must have thought he was dragging her… where? Master Marshall’s office perhaps? Security? Out of the Castle entirely? Who the hell even knew?
When he got her back to her room, he pointed at the bed. “There. Now.”
Great, he sounded like a Neanderthal. Thankfully, she didn’t argue. Dane pressed his fingers against his temples as he watched her comply. It felt like his head was about to explode. He couldn’t deal with this tonight. He needed sleep.
Tonight had been a bust, but tomorrow morning he could start bright and early after getting some rest.
Fawn squeaked as he restrained her to the bed again, her hands together this time so he could easily fit on the bed beside her. He didn’t touch her though. There might as well have been a wall between their bodies.
“What are you thinking?” she asked quietly in the darkness.
“I’m thinking I want sleep,” he grated out.
The silence that followed was heavy, but he was exhausted enough to fall asleep anyway.
“You can’t just leave me here!” Fawn shouted at him, outraged as she jerked at the cuffs on her wrists. This morning, after letting her use the bathroom, he’d put her back on the bed and handcuffed her to it, wrapping the chain around one of the spokes in the headboard. He’d also put leather cuffs on her ankles so her movement was even more inhibited than it had been while they slept.
Master D gave her a dark look. “Yes, I can. Or you can say the Castle safeword and you can wait for me to have time to deal with you in Security, it’s up to you. I thought you’d be more comfortable here and I would prefer to keep whatever is going on with you private until we talk about it. So those are your two options. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
He shut the door behind him.
Cocky asshole.
Fawn waited.
And waited.
And waited until fifteen minutes had passed. She wasn’t sure how long Master D would be gone—and he hadn’t said, just that he had ‘something’ that had to be done and he’d be back when he could to ‘deal with her.’
Yeah, no thanks. Fawn knew there were guests leaving today and Don Lenzo had been clear Mario was only there for the weekend. If he was on that bus, then it would be her very last chance. Maybe she could follow him home or something. A last-minute plane ticket would be expensive, but better than not completing the job.
Or maybe, if she got out now, she could find him before the bus even left. People would be moving around, no one would be paying attention to what everyone else was doing as they were getting ready to leave.
Either way, she wasn’t hanging out here, waiting for Master D’s return to question her. She was well aware that he must feel some kind of c
onnection to her still, otherwise he would have hauled her off to Security or the Castle’s owner, Master Marshall, last night or first thing this morning.
Guilt niggled at her, but she pushed it aside. There had been a connection between them and now she was going to sever it irrevocably.
It would have been easier if he hadn’t restrained her ankles too, but it wasn’t impossible for her to twist around and get herself into a position where she could jerk on the thumb of her left hand hard enough to dislocate it. She hadn’t practiced the move in a very long time and the pain nearly blinded her as everything went white for a moment.
Ow, ow, ow, motherfucking ow…
But she was able to pull her hand through the cuff, which was the point. Master D hadn’t tightened them nearly enough to keep a criminal—hopefully soon to be a former criminal—of her caliber in place, but he couldn’t have known that. Fawn couldn’t help but feel sadness about how much she was revealing to him without even saying a word.
Another few minutes of ‘ow’ as she got the digit back into place. It would be swollen and painful for a while yet, but there was no help for it. She didn’t have time to tend to it properly now, that would have to wait.
Cradling her hand against her chest, she got dressed as quickly as she could using only her right hand. Would she have time to go down to the kitchens and steal a knife? It might be worth a try.
It was just after nine o’clock. Everyone would be gathering in the courtyard to leave at eleven. Since she might need to sneak onto the bus to avoid Master D, Fawn decided not to bother packing. She hadn’t brought anything she couldn’t live without.
The clock was ticking.
Where the fuck was Carmen? Dane gritted his teeth in frustration as he went through the rooms, not even pretending to be interested in anything going on around him. Most people were lingering, laughing, taking their time with enjoyment. While he was looking for a murderous bastard and not dealing with the little subbie he’d left tied to her bed.