Authors: Maren Smith
“Known?” Kaylee turned when he nudged at her, then looked back at him over her shoulder while he stripped the bondage sleeve off her arms. “Known what?”
“What you are.” Tossing the sleeve into the cupboard, Master Marshall pushed the costume off over her hips. He let it fall straight down her legs, a discarded puddle of black and white cloth that left her trembling before him in nothing but that lacy tiara, clipped in her pinned up hair.
She couldn’t breathe all over again, only this time for a completely different reason. “What am I?” she whispered, wanting to know every bit as desperately as she wanted his hands to keep doing what they were doing, stroking feather-light up and down her sides, following the curves of her highs down to her thighs and back up again.
“Mine.” He reached between her legs and cupped her there, his hand as hot as it was possessive. “You don’t want the game; you want to be collared. You want be owned and controlled, one Dom, one man’s undivided attention.” He made a sound, too soft and breathy to really be laughter. “I have a feeling you’re the one temptation I really should say no to, but I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going to be that one man; from now until the end of your stay, you’ll belong to me.”
She stared at him, tense and hardly able to believe what she was hearing. He was going to Top her? “Can…can you do that?”
His smile turned predatory. “My dear, I’m the Master of the Castle. I can do anything.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“This is not a love match.”
Kaylee dropped her gaze to the ground, avoiding his eyes until he bent to hook his finger into the ring of her collar, forcing her to face him once more. She was beginning to hate those words, and she had to struggle to keep the strength of that feeling from showing in her eyes. “I know.”
And she did. She absolutely knew. She was here for a fun-filled vacation of submission, bondage and spanking—real life experiences to sate her once her time here was done and she had to return to the real world. This was not eHarmony, as he had already told her, and Master Marshall was not her soul mate. He was her guide, her Top, her Dom for the rest of today and until she climbed onto the bus to go home tomorrow. He was the only one who had tapped into that small, scared, uncertain part of her that ached to submit and yet could not seem to shiver for anyone else the way she did for him. He was not her love match, but he was the one who melted her with nothing more devastating than his touch or even just his tone.
But, oh how devastating it was.
Unfortunately, knowing with her body was a completely different thing from knowing with her mind. Those six little words—this is not a love match—were beginning to cut at her like dull-edged knives. Why did he have to remind her all the time? What was he afraid of? That she might cling or cause a scene when it came time to leave? That she might make things difficult for him?
Or for herself, when she had to look him in the eyes and say goodbye?
Was he afraid she might leave her submissive heart here, where he would have to crush it if she were so stupid as to try and pin it to him?
She wasn’t—she wouldn’t. Her vacation was only for three days. Nobody fell in love after only three days. How absurd! And with the Master of the Castle? A man who was only doing his job? No, she knew better. He was helping her have the time of her life while she explored—safely, sanely, consensually, just like the brochure said—all the tender nuances of the kind of submission her body had always wanted, but which she had never experienced.
Until now.
“Head down,” Master Marshall said as he released her collar. “Get your ass up.”
Kaylee bent all the way to the floor, folding her hands on the small area rug and resting her cheek upon them. Her knees still ached from the rice, but the padding of the rug made holding this position much more bearable. It didn’t do much for the embarrassment, though. A soft flush of heat warmed her as she lifted her bottom well up. Her head was facing his desk; her naked rear, the door. Anyone could walk in here right now, and if they did, they were going to get an eyeful.
God, why did the idea of that make her dampen?
Returning to his cupboard, Marshall opened a drawer. “Let’s see…which color should we use? Pink to match the pretty blush on your cheeks? Or how about dark red to match the shade your ass is going to be after your spanking? Decisions, decisions.”
“I like blue,” she offered, trying to tamp down the instant butterflies that accompanied his silken threat. Would it be a nice spanking, or was he going to punish her? Probably the latter if he planned to turn her bottom bright red. She had, after all, left Alan just standing there, waiting on her as if she were the master and he the submissive. Her stomach tightened, the butterflies multiplying wildly. Her sex tightened too, her arousal tickling along her folds.
“Blue, hm? I’m rather partial to green myself.” He made his selection, coming back with a thick metal anal plug, a well-used tube of lubricant, and a neatly looped leather leash in his hand. “Blue would look good on you, but I think I’d rather have this—” He showed her the dark-red jewel-like base of the plug. “—to remind me that, no matter how much you plead, cry and beg, or hump and waggle your lovely ass in an effort to distract me, I shouldn’t stop until we’ve achieved an appropriate shade of apology. You should have used your safeword,” he said, as he set the leash on his desk and uncapped the lubricant. “But you didn’t. You could have refused his request, but you agreed to it. And then you ran away, leaving a Master of my house simply waiting on your return. That lack of respect is going to cost you, pet. Spread your legs and hold still now. This plug is a little bigger than the one you wore for me last night. It won’t feel good going in and I doubt you’ll enjoy wearing it, but it’s going to help prepare your bottom for the punishment fucking you’ll get once you’ve apologized to Master Alan. Deep breath, now.”
Kaylee closed her eyes, rolling her face into her hands when she felt the first cold dribble of gel smear over her anus. She obediently inhaled, trying hard to relax as the head of the jeweled plug nosed at her and pressed in.
“Breathe out,” he directed. “Relax.”
He pumped it gently in and out, but all her attempts at relaxing completely evaporated when she felt the fingers of his other hand slick through the folds of her sex. He found her clit at the same time his thumb sank into her pussy, thrusting in soft, shallow motions that matched the movements of the plug, teasing and bringing her head right up off her hands. When he bit the fleshy curve of her right buttock, she arched back in surprise and impaled herself both on his thumb and the plug.
A minute sensation of pain. That’s all it was, and then the widest part of the plug popped through the last ring of resistance to embed itself as deep into her as it would go. All Kaylee could feel now was the throbbing of her wanton body and the sensual fullness of being so completely invaded. She tried to reach back, to touch it or pull it out, she wasn’t sure, but he caught her hand.
“No, pet,” Master Marshall admonished, pushing it away. “This is only one part of the punishment you’ve earned. And this—” He reached for the coiled leash on his desk, unrolling the thin leather and doubling it over twice between his hands. “—this is the other.”
The leash made a whipping sound when he brought it snapping down, not just once, but three times in rapid succession across her rump. She jumped from the start, gasping shrilly at the second lash and very nearly lost her composure when the third not only wrapped diagonally across the curve of her bottom but the ends snapped against her thigh. She yowled, her hands scrambling back before she caught herself and quickly seized hold of the rug instead.
“You disrespected a master.” The leash whipped her flanks, wrapping and hugging her in a band of fiery hurt. “You disregarded the rules set in place for your own protection.”
Kaylee grit her teeth, muffling back the yelps as snap after whipping lash branded her bottom. She tried to hold still. She tried to keep from wiggling and squirming, even when the leash caught her oh so tender thighs, but gradually her bottom was developing a life all its own, twisting and cringing to evade his reach.
“And when I told you to put your nose in the corner and keep it there, you disobeyed me. Not once.” He brought the leash down across her flanks harder. “Not twice.” He struck harder still. “Not even three times.” Three hard swipes had her clawing the rug with both hands, squealing through gritted teeth as it drove the message home. “But five times.
Five
times you disobeyed me.”
He did not whip her again. Instead, she heard the snap and zip as he unfastened his trousers and dropped to his knees behind her. Her only foreplay was the sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open, then the head of his cock was sliding into position, pushing between her folds. Seizing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her back and thrust up hard inside her.
Kaylee shouted, but not with pain, not even when his hips ground into her freshly whipped bottom. The welts protested, those flashes of hurt melting into burning, which melted into throbbing, which sank all the way through her buttocks until it became nestled in her clit and from there, the sensation spread out into all the rest of her. He took her so hard that she could feel him pounding against her cervix, grinding and thrusting so vigorously that it was all she could do to keep him from scooting across the floor. As if she were trying to get away from him instead of arching back, submitting to his strength.
She cried out, again and again. No one had every fucked her like this before. It hurt, but nowhere near as much as it felt good—the burning and the force, and the overwhelming ownership. She tried to brace herself to withstand it, reaching back between her wide-splayed knees, wanting so badly just to touch him. Just to feel the rawness and power with which he conquered her.
“No!” he snapped and slapped her bottom twice on each side. “Put your hands on the floor. You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl.”
This was punishment? Kaylee pushed her hips back, offering as much of her as he wanted to take.
“You like that do you?” He moaned dark pleasure, shoving and grinding his cock into her. “You’re going to love this, then. You may not cum, do you hear me? I forbid it.”
She sobbed the loss.
“You’re my cum bitch, aren’t you? My pretty little cock-sheath.” He rode her hard, driving up against her buttocks, the force of it slowly but surely pushing her legs out from under her. She fought to get back into position but failed, and he fucked her hard all the way down until she was flat against the floor. His low voice was a growl in her ear. “Every inch of your body belongs to me and I will take you however I want, whenever and wherever I desire.”
Wrapping his hand in her hair even tighter, he pulled her head back until she could feel the strain of it in her spine. His hot breath caressed behind her ear. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Kaylee? You deserve to have your pussy fucked hard, don’t you? Don’t you?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
He thrust and shoved, slamming in hard to get as deep into her as he could go, and the sounds that made—the slick, wet slapping of her greedy sex as it loved every savage thrust, convulsing and milking in tight all around him, shuddering hard with the need to orgasm in spite of his command.
Master Marshall rose off her high enough to swat her bottom again, three times in rough synchrony with the stabbing of his cock.
“Please!” she sobbed, shoving her hips back to meet him coming. “Ungh, please!”
“Please, what?” he demanded. “Please let you cum?”
“Yes! Please, sir!”
“No.” Ignoring her pleas, he pulled out of her entirely. When he whipped his condom off, she cried to hear the swift fapping sound as he finished with his own hand, denying her even that. She tried to touch him again, but he slapped her reaching hand and then her bottom, briskly spanking several times before returning to his cock. A hard, grunting expulsion of breath heralded the jetting spurt of his cum. It splashed hot across her back, ropy strands even landing in her hair.
Her body ached with unappeased wanting and she couldn’t even touch herself to ease the need. Hell, she couldn’t even make herself stop grinding and writhing. The sudden abandonment cut at her. She was so empty. She whimpered, but only until she felt his hand stroke down her back, first kicking up and then soothing the burning he had spanked into her. His touch was so warm, so light, so rough where his skin rasped the welted stripes.
“Good girl.” He was very careful not to wipe his semen away. “You almost put your hands back, but you caught yourself. And you kept your ass right up for me to spank. I’m very proud of you for that.” He inspected her welts. “These are marking up beautifully. All right, sit up.”
Kaylee sat back on her heels, heat flaring under her skin as the new forming welts stretched. Cool semen dribbled down her spine, slipping into the crack of her ass.
Clipping the leash to her collar, Master Marshall hunkered down beside her, cupping her chin to bring her teary eyes to his. “Do you remember your safeword?”
Kaylee nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Onions, sir.” She clasped her hands tight together, wanting so much to reach back and rub at the flaring heat. But she liked it when he was proud of her. So, as much as she wanted to comfort her tender flanks—the pain already having transcended that brief moment of real hurt to meld into the low throbbing now singing all through her, pulsing in time with raw, unappeased lust—she didn’t want to disappoint him again.
“You won’t like this part, but you’re going to do it anyway because it’s what I’m asking you to do. I am going to lead you back to the Rainbow Room exactly as you are, with the marks of my ownership drying on your back and swelling across your ass for everyone to witness. When we get there, you’re going to apologize to Master Alan for not asking the questions necessary to understand what he wanted of you, for agreeing to terms you had no intention of submitting to, and for not using your safeword when you should have. This is not going to be a comfortable experience for you, but then, punishments shouldn’t be, should they?”