Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection Program

by Maren Smith

  Scarlet pressed her hands down the front of her outfit, hesitating before taking cautious steps toward him. “Master Zorro, I presume?”

  “When I command you to do something, you will not hesitate again. That is cause for your first demerit.” Her brazen attitude suggested she had no clue about what she’d gotten into, but her demeanor was beguiling, reminding him of his thoughts only hours before.

  She furrowed her brow, sensing that others were looking on then grasped his fingers.

  “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

  “I said, yes. Sir.” Her words laced with defiance, she locked eyes with his for only a moment, lowering her gaze as if realizing her faux pas.

  “I can see you need a significant amount of training. We shall begin at once.”

  She opened her mouth, as if to rebut, then became thin lipped.

  “And when I say anything to you, you will respond with either ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir’ as appropriate and without the attitude. Direct questions you may answer. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, sir.” Scarlet’s face flushed.

  “I am Master Diablo, your selected Dom for the duration of your stay.” Sebastian pulled her closer, inhaling. The scent of her perfume was scintillating, intoxicating in a way he hadn’t anticipated. They would remain in character, at least in front of the others. Only after he’d ripped away her mask would he approach the situation differently. His cock twitched, creating a wave of heat in his groin. He wanted this woman like no other. “Come, my kitten, your first lesson needs to be addressed.”

  While he longed to take her to the Dungeon, that time would come later, after their initial interaction. He pulled the leash out of his pocket, a prop he’d selected just prior to the Meet and Greet.

  She dragged her tongue over the seam of her mouth, blinking several times. She was very much out of her element.

  “And you are?” He wanted to hear the velvet intonations of her voice.

  “Scarlet.”

  “Scarlet. Perfect for a woman in need of absolute obedience. Even cats need a leash.” Clipping it to her collar, he wrapped the end around one hand, using the other to brush strands of hair from her eyes. “If you’re a very good little kitty, I may allow you off the lead during certain times. We shall see.”

  “I…”

  “Do you feel the need to ask your Master a question, kitty?” He was goading her.

  “No, sir.” But her eyes told a different story.

  “Then come. We shall begin.” Sebastian took long strides, heading to the second floor and to his room. To her credit, she remained quiet as she trailed behind him, her high heels clipping on the floor as they made their way out of the ballroom toward the stairs. His grasp around the leather lead was firm, his pull on her forceful as they headed down the first hallway, turning onto a second, finding the room number with ease.

  Once inside, he unclipped the leash, moving past the suitcases already placed in the room and dropping his phone. The rules were strict regarding modern conveniences. There were to be none outside of the regular guest rooms. Fingering the case, he was anticipating incoming updated information regarding Carmen. That would have to wait.

  He admired the four-poster bed, particularly the bondage rings permanently attached. They would be used later in the evening. His dick twitched again, reminding him that he was all male and his submissive a beautiful woman. He removed the sword, brushing his fingers down the thin blade. The weapon could easily be mistaken as real. A chuckle slipped past his lips. He was beginning to like this game.

  Scarlet seemed to be studying the room, making note of every attribute, the position of the furniture. She was thorough in her observations and all the while maintaining a defiant expression. He was amused more than anything.

  “You’re very stubborn. That is easy to tell from the other night. I must ask you, why are you here?” Sebastian was more than curious as to how she’d answer. He decided to remove the mask, untying and slowly lowering the slip of silk.

  Her suspicions confirmed, she took a step back. After her initial reaction, she exhaled and glanced toward the window, shaking her head. “Zorro is very fitting.”

  “I can see we’re going to need an immediate understanding of following the rules.” He headed for the dresser, opening the top drawer, delighting in the array of options for toys, lubricant, and various spanking implements. He studied the items, making his selection of a well-crafted wooden paddle and a single tailed, short leather strap. He placed the paddle on top of the dresser, allowing her to see his action, followed by rubbing his fingers down the length of the strap. “These will come in handy, at least for now.” The look in her eyes was one of terror as well as excitement.

  Scarlet took a step back, keeping her head held high. “No matter what you think you know about me, I assure you, you’re wrong.”

  “Hmm… Speaking without permission. Another infraction.” Excitement surged through him at the thought of training her. He could envision bending her will, perhaps breaking down her every defense. He gathered she was FBI, given crossing the lines of jurisdiction. Formidable on one hand, but easy to peg on another. “And what should I know about you?”

  “This isn’t me.”

  “Submitting you mean, and to a stranger.” He tossed the paddle, preferring the strap. As he walked closer, he fingered the leather, easing the strap under his nose and inhaling. “Fine elk leather. Only the best.” The words alone were enough to create beads of perspiration over the top of her luscious lip. Yes, he wanted her on edge, defenseless in a way she wasn’t prepared for. Subterfuge was amusing, more so than staking out another assassin. All in a day’s work.

  Swallowing hard, her eyes never leaving the strap, she nodded.

  “I didn’t hear you.” Sebastian snapped his wrist. The slight whooshing sound was enough to bring the slightest whimper to her mouth. He was pleased with her reaction.

  “Yes, sir. I haven’t done this before. At least to any degree.”

  “A weekend submissive? A boyfriend who purchased fuzzy red handcuffs and a purple flogger.”

  That statement brought another nasty glare, a deep sigh. She tilted her head, gritting her teeth.

  “We all have to start somewhere. Seeing you in the club was exhilarating. You were more than curious, even eager.”

  “Yes. Yes, sir, I was. I am.” Her words trailed off.

  “And you’ve desired to have a taste of the lifestyle, perhaps submitting to the correct man your entire life. Isn’t that true?” He proceeded to walk closer, moving around her in a complete circle. Using just a single finger, he eased her hair from her neck, exposing her jugular.

  “Maybe. Sir.”

  “There is no maybe with regard to longing to submit. You know in your heart what you desire. Answer me again. Only this time, I want the truth. I will know if you’re lying and that is a trait I will not tolerate.” He kept his finger trailing down her arm as he waited for her reply.

  A slight short and very ragged breath was followed by a tilt of her head. “Yes. I’ve yearned to find a strong man, dominating me, controlling me.”

  Owning me.

  The words were ghosted, as if they’d both only thought about the provocative idea. Sebastian held his breath, allowing the concept to linger in his mind. Yes…

  “Excellent. But you’ve never found anyone who understands your needs.” He slid his finger down the length of her neck to her spine, moving all the way down to the top of her thigh. She shivered from his touch. The words weren’t a question but a statement that he understood.

  “No, sir.” This time, her words were said through clenched teeth, still so defiant. Yet her body was giving her away.

  He gathered the scent of her arousal, the fragrance invigorating. Her nipples were hard, pushing against the constraints of the bodysuit. “You came here for a reason, a deep longing to find the woman inside. The question is, why?”

  “I heard this was a special place, where you could fin
d any fantasy you were looking for.”

  “True enough. Pleasure as well as pain.” He slipped his hand between her legs, grinding his fingers into the material.

  “Oh!” She jutted forward, losing her step but catching herself, clenching her fists.

  “You’re very wet, sweet kitty, but you aren’t allowed to come until I allow it. Keep that in mind.” He eased around to face her, studying her face, her long lashes. She had a remarkable beauty, but he suspected she had no idea. Her career was her life, pretending to be the strong woman, full of authority. “We all must face the person inside at some point or we’re swallowed by the requirement to please everyone but ourselves. You didn’t list any hard limits. Tell me now what they are.”

  Her lower lip quivering, she darted her eyes back and forth, a slight laugh erupting. “I don’t know.”

  “Certain Masters could take advantage of the non-disclosure. I’m not that kind of man. However, you will tell me prior to an event if you are uncomfortable. As far as discipline? That’s another story entirely. I will decide. While you have a safeword, be careful how and when you use it.”

  “Is that a threat, Master Diablo? I don’t like threats. At all.”

  “Interesting, Scarlet. That outburst will cost you. I never threaten. I only make promises. Another aspect that you should keep in mind.” He took her by the wrist, his grip more forceful than he had originally wanted. She was going to try him, to push his buttons. Did she have an idea of his true identity? He would certainly hate to eliminate her so early in the weekend.

  She didn’t fight him yet the look in her eyes was cold, calculating.

  “Remove your clothes.”

  Scarlet darted a look over her shoulder, the first real sign of fear. “Yes, sir.” She held her head down as she wrangled to remove her attire, her arms shaking as she took the time to fold and place the items on the dresser. When she moved her hands to the cat ears, he cleared his throat.

  “Keep those on. I find them particularly sexy on you.” He was salivating as he gazed on her naked body. She was a masterpiece in his eyes. He’d been with many women during his life, but she was exquisite. Strong shoulders and back led to a narrow waist, rounded hips and long legs. Her breasts were full, voluptuous by anyone’s standards. And her nipples were the perfect shade of rose. His cock was now throbbing, pinching against his linen pants.

  “Yes, sir.” She blinked several times, her body swaying as she awaited direction.

  “For this afternoon, we will handle this round of discipline crudely. After dinner, we’ll explore, satisfying your curiosity.” He would also be able to use her as a guise, searching the buildings and grounds. As long as he could pinpoint Massino, even if by his selection of a submissive, he would begin to build a plan. He wasn’t a passionate man, not by traditional standards, but this woman created electricity in him that he hadn’t experienced in far too long.

  “That would be enjoyable, sir.”

  She was definitely on the prowl. The game playing could be very fun indeed. What he did next was completely out of character and not simply for his dominating side. Yanking her against his chest, he crushed her mouth, raking his nails down her naked back, clenching her buttocks.

  Scarlet pressed her hands against his shoulders at first, pushing with significant force, her fingers digging into his jacket. Her lips and body were stiff.

  He thrust his tongue inside, tasting her sweet essence, craving this woman, his hunger raging off the charts. The intensity of the kiss was powerful, his actions brutal. The way her breasts crushed against his chest, the scent of her perfume, everything was intoxicating.

  Her body sagged against his, as if she was relinquishing control and she opened her mouth wider, permitting access.

  For the next few seconds, he was lost to the passion, squeezing her buttocks, grinding his hips, his heart racing. When he finally pulled away, his grip remaining on her arm, he gave her a smug smile. “You will belong to me, sweet Scarlet and I assure you, by the end of this weekend, you will beg to surrender to me.” Freeing her, he took a step back, running both hands through his hair. This woman could be his undoing. “On the bed, hands over your head and you will not move. Am I clear?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her smile wry, her eyes twinkling, she crawled onto the thick comforter, following his command. Her arms and feet together, she kept the expression on her face, the sly look.

  As if she knew what control she had over his libido.

  He took a deep breath and twirled the strap between his fingers. Yes, he was practiced. Yes, he knew exactly what he was doing and as he issued the first strike, the thick tail slicing across the center of her buttocks, he shuddered.

  Her body tensed, but there was no other reaction. No cries of pain. No cries for mercy.

  Sebastian issued two more, carefully positioned, redness appearing immediately. “All bad kitties need whippings.”

  She didn’t acknowledge him in any manner.

  He realized he was slightly riled, expecting more emotion. He smacked the strap across her upper thighs once, twice and a third time.

  Her toes curled, her breathing heavier.

  The stripes were beautiful in his mind and he lowered his hand, caressing his art. “You wear my marks well, sweet kitty.” He smacked her ass again, and again, delighting in the crisp sounds made by the snap of his wrist.

  Scarlet clenched her fists, her breath sounds scattered.

  Damn if the woman wasn’t well trained, if only to accept a high tolerance of pain. He wielded the strap several additional times until he was able to tell by her skin that she’d had enough. For now. He carefully placed the strap on the dresser. What he craved had little to do with anything he would find in the room. Wine. Candles. Time away and completely alone. Why was he having this strong a reaction?

  Because she was a challenge in every regard. In order to break down her defenses to any degree, he would need to take her to a primal level, needing him as well as accepting her desire. She would require being taken to the most basic level within herself.

  Challenge accepted.

  “On your knees,” he commanded.

  There was only a slight hesitation before she responded, easing off the bed and crouching on the floor.

  He stood several feet away, pointing to the floor just in front of him. “Crawl to me. Come, kitty, kitty.”

  A curl on her lip, she inched toward him, crawling on her hands and knees, slinking forward, almost the way a cat would do.

  Impressed, he stood with his arms folded, his legs spread far apart.

  Scarlet dipped her head, moving her body in a stealth-like manner, a slight purr coming from her throat.

  The game had just changed, shifting up another notch. This was more than fascinating. “Come.”

  She stopped for a moment, sitting back on her haunches as she drew her arm to her face, dragging her tongue all the way down the inside to her wrist.

  His balls were fucking swollen, his mouth dry as he watched her play, her tongue moving in swirling motions, elongated licks on her ivory skin. Mesmerized, he was unable to move, watching her as she accepted her position. He was curious if this was more of an act than anything, but at this point, he was far too entranced by the moment.

  Meowing, she crawled closer until she was only a few inches away from his legs. In what he knew to be an uncharacteristic move, she rubbed her head against his shin, deepening her purring sounds.

  A shiver raced down from the back of his neck to his spine then crept along his thighs. “Good kitty.” He reached down, petting her on the head as she gave him a longing look. Good kitty, indeed.

  She rolled her head along the inside of his leg, moving to the other, crouching lower as she performed the deed. When her hands crept up the inside of his legs, shifting to his crotch, he closed his eyes.

  He could tell she was unfastening his belt, every move slow and deliberate, her fingers working the button then the zipper. A waft of air crossed over his sh
aft and balls as she freed his cock, her long fingers rubbing up and down in languishing motions.

  A slight breath slipped past his lips. “Yes, you can suck me.”

  The purring sounds continued as she peeled back his pants, freeing his balls. She rolled them between her fingers, taking her time to explore. Using her other hand, she raked a single nail all the way down his shaft, twirling the tip back and forth across his cockhead.

  Sebastian was forced to swallow and kept his hand on her head, his fingers digging in. “Mmm… Yes.”

  Scarlet darted her tongue around his bulbous head, ever so lightly, her fingers squeezing his testicles. The pressure was almost perfect, creating just enough pain. The woman was practiced at performing oral sex.

  Her purring becoming more pronounced, she licked all the way down his shaft until her lips touched his balls. She blew across both before taking one into her mouth, sucking, using her strong jaw muscles in a controlled fashion.

  The sounds were exaggerated, driving him into what could only be described as a heightened state of bliss. This was far too enjoyable, sating a portion of his raging hunger. He gazed down at her, his eyes already having difficulty focusing. “Wonderful.”

  She parted her lips, taking his other testicle into her mouth, repeating the action as before, her tongue darting back and forth. Pumping the base, she twisted her hand.

  The friction was almost too much to take. He was throbbing to the point of near anguish, a moan pushing past his lips. “Yes. That’s it, little kitty.”

  Licking the underside, her tongue moving from side to side, she reached his cockhead and took the tip into her mouth, sucking. She took the opportunity to lift her gaze, her eyes remaining unblinking, as if looking for encouragement.

  “Suck me. Take all of me.” He placed both hands on her head, jutting his hips forward, rolling onto the balls of his feet.

  She fingered his balls, stroking with her other hand, her mouth opening wide.

  He pumped his dick inside her mouth, forcing her to take several inches. When she didn’t gag, he shoved the rest deep inside until the tip hit the back of her throat. “Fuck.” He fucked her mouth, going in slow and even drives, his pulse skyrocketing as he continued the actions. She was experienced, practiced in a way he wasn’t used to.