by Maren Smith
Accepting his full control, she dropped her hands to her sides, now a look of longing sliding into her eyes.
As he face-fucked her, thrusting harder and faster, wanting nothing more than to have his cum slide down her throat, he realized she was playing him, giving him what he wanted. What he craved. Two could play at this game and he would be happy to oblige.
Her sounds were muffled, yet the strangled noise was just enough to drive him to the point of letting go. Instead, he pulled out completely, leaning over and tsking. “Very nice try, my sweet kitten, but you aren’t in charge.”
Chapter 3
Chances. Cassandra was taking every one of them she could. She’d realized almost the second they were in the room that he was the elusive Slice. There was no doubt in her mind. While he was cunning in his actions, even able to pretend to a point, she was no fool and refused to succumb completely. She would remain in control, even if performing was the only option. Why had she been so damn blind at the club? His exquisite good looks? His sexy demeanor?
What she hadn’t anticipated occurring was desire sliding past her wall, electrifying her entire body. He was powerful in many ways, including infusing her body with the kind of longing she’d only dreamt of during long, lonely nights. The feel of the man, the taste of him on her lips had been unexpected. And she’d almost let go. Almost.
She knew what the alluring assassin craved more than anything. A woman who desired him. His wall had crumbled just enough to allow her to see inside the man. His longing was his nemesis, a method in order to gain his trust then break him as necessary.
The whipping had been another unexpected lapse of judgment, enjoying the almost savage pain too much. His questions, his words, as if he’d seen right through her had been blindsiding, a break in her synapses. When he tossed her onto the bed, pushing her legs back in an awkward position, the gasp was real.
“You play me for a fool, kitten. I’m not the kind of man you’re used to playing with.” He was on his knees on the floor, his face hovering just inches over her cunt. The look on his face was ravenous; the type of hunger only seen in ‘X’ rated movies. “I’m going to drive you to a point of nirvana, but only if you beg me to let you come will I allow it.”
Biting back a cry the second he blew a swath of hot air across her pussy, she was forced to grip the comforter, blinking as she squirmed in his hold. She was splayed open wide, every inch of her exposed. This man was driving her to new heights of pleasure, but for entirely the wrong reasons.
Master Diablo’s eyes never left her as he lowered his head, the tip of his tongue darting across the inside of her thigh. “I have no doubt you’ll taste delicious, my kitten.” A slight snarl escaped his lips as he bent his head, dragging his tongue around her clit.
Unable to stop the moan, she sucked in her breath, her chest rising and falling as she clenched the bedding. She was shaking all over, her nerves remaining on edge, but she wanted this. She would indeed almost beg to have him lick her, to drive his tongue past her folds, lapping her cream.
He took his time, swirling the tip of his tongue around and around her clit in lazy circles, his fingers pressing against her inner thighs.
Cassandra willed her legs to remain open, so exposed for the enemy, for the monster who’d killed dozens of people. But right now, she no longer cared.
His tongue continued licking, moving in deliberate actions for a full minute. Then he slid the width of his tongue all the way down her cunt, sliding just past her folds.
“Oh…” She bit back another cry as he inserted a single finger into her pussy, wiggling back and forth. Every nerve ending was alive, on fire and her skin was covered in goosebumps.
He toyed with her, darting his tongue and the one finger inside, a chuckle bubbling up from his throat. “I could feast on you for hours. Draw you close to an orgasm then back off. Is that what you’d like?”
“No.” The word came easily, the tone inflected with a husky note.
“Then learn never to tease me again.” He added a second then third finger, thrusting in and out as he licked in a languishing fashion. Taking the tender flesh of her labia inside his mouth, he sucked, rolling the tissue between his lips, as if savoring the flavor.
Panting, her legs were shaking, her heart racing.
He added a fourth finger, driving deep inside, flexing his fingers open as he drilled into her. His tongue roamed up and down the length of her cunt, sucking on her clit, biting down until she cried out. “You see what good kitties are allowed?”
She hated herself and her body for the way it responded, her chest heaving, her fingers digging into the material, but she’d fallen into an escape, wanting nothing more than to let go. Was this wrong? No doubt. But she was able to let go of the majority of her usual reservations, the event taboo.
Master Diablo slid his wet fingers down to the crack of her ass, wiggling them until he was able to drive inside her asshole. “Tight. We’ll take care of that.”
A laugh came from out of nowhere and she tossed her head back and forth. When he shoved two more fingers inside her dark hole, she jerked up from the bed. “God!”
He chuckled, blowing across her cunt as he used a combination of his fingers and tongue, plunging in and out, his actions almost manic.
She was going to come. There was no way to push aside her body’s reaction. Sweat rolled down both sides of her face as he continued, his moves so practiced, bringing her to the edge then pulling back, driving harder, then easing off. Lurching, she cried out, the sounds floating above them.
He licked down the inside of her thigh and added yet another finger in her asshole. “You are not used to a man’s cock inside your ass.”
“No, sir. No.” But the thought was delicious, forbidden and something she craved more than almost anything.
“Training, my sweet pet. Training.” He sucked on her clit, fingering both holes then pulled completely away.
“No!”
“You haven’t earned the right to come yet, my sweet. The privilege may be allowed, but with absolute obedience.”
Cassandra could see by the look in his eyes that he was playing a game. Touché. The moment had been won, the stakes rising even higher. She would win this and by the end of this weekend, the man would be behind bars. She closed her eyes, controlling her breathing until she heard a sound. Blinking, she was taken aback by the man standing in front of her.
Naked, he gazed down at her shaking form, a smug smile on his face.
She was breathless, her nipples aching, her pussy clenching. Everything about this man was gorgeous, chiseled in all the right places. He had a broad chest, sculpted arms and a thin waist. The single tattoo on his chest was vivid in color, the dragon in brilliant ink. Another crawled up his shoulder, moving toward his neck. She blinked several times, wanting to reach out, but was confused at her reaction. She wanted this man. She craved this man. Enemy. He’s the enemy. But her little voice was laughing at her.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” The statement was telling. He was serious about owning her.
And she was forced to admit, she yearned for nothing less. As he rolled a condom over his throbbing cock, she was immobilized, tranquil in her desires, her blazing hunger. And terrified that she wouldn’t be able to perform her job. The danger was an intense draw, bridging the fine line between sanity and blasphemy.
He stood over her for an instant, his dark eyes penetrating. When he crawled on top, forcing her arms over her head, he grunted like an animal. This wasn’t about shared passion to any degree. This was taking control, dominating perhaps the single woman who could derail his assignment. However, they both seemed taken aback by the chemistry, fueled to the extreme, so powerful his pupils reflected the sizzling current.
She had difficulty breathing, palpitations generating a lump in her throat. His touch, the way his mouth had felt was incredible. She was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, her pussy still quivering. Even the scent of her cunt juice was
stronger. God, she was losing her mind.
Keeping her legs wide open, he drove the entire length of his cock inside, the vigor significant, shoving her hard into the soft bedding. His husky chuckle was laced with darkness, the vibe chilling. He kept his head above hers as his thrusts became more brutal, savage.
Cassandra was locked in the moment, unable to move, unwilling to try. Her breathing heavy, her resolve was soon shattered, breaking apart like pieces of fragile glass. She’d longed for this very moment, a man possessing her body and soul. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, locking her feet together as the brutal fucking continued, the bed squeaking from the harshness of his actions.
Cocking his head, he lowered his face until his lips were mere centimeters away, blowing hot air.
She shivered, desperately trying to maintain focus, a slight smile on her face. There was no way she would allow this man to see her tattered state. Or her desperate need. This was only a game. This was…
Master Diablo plunged harder and faster, his grunts becoming feral. Everything about this man was powerful, a fully functioning psychopath.
Stretching, she arched her back as much as possible, struggling to gain some level of control. There was no chance, no possibility. She was locked in his prowess.
His breathing became shallow, his hips swiveling, pumping in short jabs.
She clenched her pussy muscles, studying his face as his mouth twisted, his eyes clamped shut.
“Yes. Yes!” Tipping his head back, his entire body began to shake.
This wasn’t about any pleasure for her, at least not at this time, but her joy was in seeing his loss of control, if only for a brief period of time.
Beads of sweat dripped off his face, cascading down to hers. He yanked back his head, releasing one of her arms as he wiped his face. “This is only the beginning, my sweet kitten.” He climbed off the bed, removing and tossing the used condom into the trash. He seemed to be smiling to himself as he raised his trousers, taking his time to button and zip, fingering the belt twice before buckling.
Visionary methods of asserting his authority?
Condom or no condom, the scent of him covered her body, filling her nostrils. Sitting up, she folded her arms, studying the bracelet. They’d been matched together on purpose, but by whom? Perhaps he had a friend located in the Castle, one of the other Masters. There could be no other way. Did Slice have an inkling of her true identity? She had her suspicions, making the charade even more disconcerting. When he moved toward the dresser, she grew curious. What would be the next festive course on the feasting menu?
“As I mentioned, you’re in need of adequate training. I plan on using you in various methods, including every hole in that enticing body of yours.” His selection complete, he held an ass plug in the air, twisting and turning the toy in the natural light. “I think this will be an excellent tool.”
If he was looking for some reaction, she refused to give him one. The particular design was almost egg shaped, appearing to be four inches or so long. What she noticed immediately was the brilliant red jeweled end.
“And red is very much your color. On your knees, precious kitten.” Master Diablo lifted a single eyebrow when she hesitated. He grabbed a tube of lubricant, popping open the cap. “You’re lucky I’m not a true sadist.”
The two women inside were distinctly different, a trait that had never clashed. Until now. Until this man had unraveled a portion of her. She slithered onto the floor, exaggerating her crawling motions as she’d done before, her lower lip pushed out, giving him a sultry stare.
“Delicious, my pet. You’ll wear this tonight as the perfect jewelry. Now, lean down and open those pretty ass cheeks of yours.”
A portion of her wanted to spit out ‘bastard,’ because this was his ruse, his manner of grabbing the reins. However, she enjoyed the odd revelry shared between them, the electricity that she’d never felt with another man. Arching her back until her face was only inches from the floor; she reached behind her hips, gripping both sides of her ass cheeks. As she pulled them apart, she gasped, fighting a rush of tears. Her emotions were on a roll, instigating turmoil. Want. Need. Requirements. Everything was meshing together, almost blinding her. Perform. Just keep performing. She held her breath as he brushed the tip of his finger down the crack of her ass.
“This will look beautiful and will be our secret. Shame I can’t use the Wi-Fi controller while in the rest of the Castle. I would so enjoy being able to provide vibrations.” He twisted the plug, wiggling it as her asshole expanded.
A series of quivers raced down her body and her fingers were sweaty, making it difficult to keep her cheeks pried apart. She bit back a moan as the plug was pushed in further, past the tight ring of muscle, her tissue expanding to accept the thick invasion.
Once inserted, he patted her ass, wrapping his finger around a portion of her collar and yanking until she was in a crouching position. “You are not as you seem, sweet Scarlet, but tonight you will learn to trust me. In doing so, you will follow my orders to an exacting ‘T’ or I will inflict the kind of punishment only witnessed in nightmares. Do. You. Understand?”
“Why, yes, sir. Absolutely, sir.” Cassandra licked her lips, the answer nothing more than a husky purr.
“Excellent.” Releasing his hold, he took a step away. “I suggest we explore the grounds and the various rooms in the castle. I will allow you to settle into your room. The cat suit remains, the plug as well. Keep in mind, you will be staying with me tonight.”
“More fun and games. Sir?” she challenged, unable to stop the words before they were blurted out. His hand was around her throat within two seconds, pushing her hard against the wall.
“You forget your place, my tasty kitty-cat. I am not the kind of man you want to cross.” His fingers dug into her neck, even around the thick collar. “You will be back here in fifteen minutes sharp. I will not have to search for you.”
She slapped her hands over his, gulping for air and all she could do was nod. When he let her go, she slumped against the wall, rubbing her neck. For a split second, she saw the real man inside.
He was the one who was afraid.
“Goddammit!” Hissing, Sebastian paced the floor of his room, a bitter taste of anger remaining in his mouth. He was furious with himself for reacting the way he had. The lovely Scarlet was pushing every button. Scarlet. The name did suit her. The basic identification used on her form was no doubt her undercover name. He was now convinced she was a plant. He’d seen more than a single glimmer in her eyes, and not just ones of defiance.
She was indeed searching for someone in the Castle. Coincidences weren’t in the cards, even though karma might be. He wanted a damn drink, a tall bourbon. No, he wanted more. The woman had a way about her, easily getting under his skin. He stormed toward the suitcase, retrieving his phone, navigating to his private email address. The secured information was as promised. The items in code, he was forced to read over twice before understanding what he was seeing.
Carmen Massino had indeed been sent to find the particular witness and eliminate her, but there were suggestions there could be more. What else could the monster possibly have on his mind? Perhaps, The Butcher knew that he’d been assigned to eliminate him. If he’d been informed earlier, he would have come better prepared. At least the hitman was inside the Castle, having arrived on Thursday. He grabbed his suitcase, unlocking and sliding his hand in the hidden compartment. Taking a chance carrying his favorite knife was significant, but in this case, required.
Grabbing the Emerson P-TAC, he slipped the folding knife into his pocket. He’d used the blade on more than one victim in recent months. The benefits, including a silent kill, far outweighed the disadvantage of needing to get very close. While he doubted he’d find an opportunity tonight to carry out his assignment, he would be completely prepared. His thoughts drifted to Carmen. How times had changed over the years. Would the man carry the same hatred, a need for revenge? He would see soon enou
gh.
After glancing at his watch, he slid his phone into the suitcase. He’d follow certain rules, at least for now. He re-tied the mask, grinning at his appearance. Fifteen minutes on the nose, he heard the knock on his door. Sweet Scarlet wouldn’t risk his rage. She could indeed be trained.
“Right on time.” Her appearance was different, her eye shadow more prominent, her hair piled on top of her head, her lips painted a ruby red, black lines drawn on her face mimicking whiskers. “Provocative. I will enjoy parading you around this afternoon as my pet.”
Grabbing and securing the leash, he moved out into the corridor. He’d gotten a basic layout of the Castle, the various rooms, including those off-limits, including the third floor. As he led her down the hallway, she never muttered a word, trailing behind him as if during the limited time alone she’d made a decision to submit to him fully.
He knew better. She was playing her part, nothing more. Which made this even more enticing. “Why don’t we visit the art gallery?”
“Why, of course, sir.”
They passed by several guests, all nodding in recognition, various costumes depicting the time period as well as their level of play. There was no one fitting Carmen’s size or appearance, at least from what he remembered. He scanned every location, every person’s face as they walked into the impressive area.
The gallery itself was yet another moment out of a medieval period, the same velvet draperies, the ornate carpeting. The pictures adorning the walls were rich in detail, vivid in color. The expansive location appeared out of a museum with the exception of a single detail: the majority of paintings depicted acts of BDSM, carnal desires meant to entice.
Even tethered to the long leash, Scarlet made her way to one of the paintings, blinking several times as she studied the canvas. “Amazing.”
