Daddies of the Castle

by Adaline Raine

  “Please.” Her whisper was followed by a broken sob.

  “Now,” he growled against her sodden, pink sex before flattening his tongue and licking her tiny, hard bud with rapid, short strokes, rubbing her G-spot the same way.

  Nayla almost came up off the bed. With a garbled cry, she arched her back and he felt her contracting around his fingers, over and over again, her clit leaping beneath his tongue. He drew it out for as long as he could, milking her, slowing down just enough to coax every last shudder from her body, every last spasm from her sodden, puffy sex until she slumped back on the pillows.

  Sliding his fingers out of her cunt, he resumed stroking her clit with a feather-light touch, fully aware how excruciating it would be for her now, relishing the way she jerked and whimpered. “Good girl,” he whispered, “such a good girl. God, you’re so sexy.”

  Nothing could have prepared him for what she said next.

  “Please, Sir… please fuck me.”

  Landon froze, staring at Nayla. She had to force herself to meet his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “Absolutely.” She looked away, suddenly inexplicably shy. She wasn’t usually so forward. “That is… unless you don’t want to.”

  “Sweetheart, I have wanted to fuck you since the moment I first laid eyes on you,” Landon said, already undoing his slacks and shoving them down off his hips before crawling over to the nightstand. This being the Castle, all nightstand drawers in guest rooms held an array of toys and condoms. Pulling out one of the foil packets, he tore it open and rolled it over his thick, hard cock.

  It was on the tip of Nayla’s tongue to say he didn’t need to use one; that she’d been tested a month prior and hadn’t slept with anybody since then, that she was on birth control, but then she remembered with a flash that he was a Castle Master. Who knew how many women he’d been with? She didn’t want to know. Pushing that thought away, she laid her head back against the pillow, already aching to feel him inside her. She felt him move, then his fingers circled her ankles, tugging her down the bed toward him.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Landon whispered huskily, running his hands up her legs, caressing her as if she were a priceless doll. “Remember, no coming unless I say so.”

  Nayla didn’t have a chance to respond as the next moment, she felt the head of his cock probing at her slippery entrance. He was thicker than she had realized and, as he began to thrust his way inside, she felt a delicious burn in her core as she stretched to accommodate his girth.

  Landon groaned and she wriggled beneath him, eager for him to seat himself fully. A sharp slap on her flank made her freeze. “Don’t move,” he growled. “Eyes on me.”

  She throbbed around him at his words, wondering how she could be so turned on after he’d already given her the biggest orgasm of her life. He had amazing eyes, brown flecked with gold, and when he looked at her the way he was doing now, she felt hypnotized, completely at his mercy.

  Nayla was unable to stifle her gasp as he finally slid home, filling her completely, stretching her, giving her a moment to adjust. She felt a tickle between her buttocks and realized she was actually dripping around him.

  For the longest time, he didn’t move. He held himself above her on his thick, strong forearms, staring down at her with banked embers in his gaze, his lips mere inches above hers. His huge cock shifted inside her and she felt a wave of pleasure so intense, she forgot to breathe. Outwardly, he hadn’t moved a muscle.

  “What…” she whispered, “what…”

  “Hush. Don’t question. Just feel.” He did it again and again, flexing his thick shaft deep inside her, making her G-spot thump with desire until she was mindless with need. “Please, Sir, please…”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  “I am fucking you,” he said in a mocking tone.

  “I know! I just… god, what are you doing to me?” It was as humiliating as it was pleasurable, the fact that he could reduce her to a trembling, incoherent, begging mess without moving his body at all. His complete control and domination of her was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

  “You gonna come for me, babygirl?”

  “I can’t… I need you to…”

  “Oh, but you can.” He was still flexing rhythmically, making her G-spot vibrate and hum, and she realized he was right. She was already on the edge. “And you will.” Threading his fingers into hers, he pinned her hands down. “For me.” His piercing gaze was a combination of arrogant and tender. “Look at you, writhing and pleading to come like a dog in heat, humping away beneath me. Let’s give you what you need.”

  Landon bent his head, then, and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth at the same time as he withdrew his cock just a fraction before slamming it back inside her.

  Nayla shook with the force of her orgasm as Landon kissed her on and on, his lips and tongue as possessive and delicious as his cock as he finally began to thrust in and out with long, deep strokes, drawing out her climax as her tingling pussy clenched convulsively around him.

  He drank her moans and upped the pace until he was fucking her in earnest, slamming her into the mattress with each thrust, still holding her down, his tongue still exploring hers, until he reared up and let out a guttural groan as he succumbed to his own pleasure.

  Nayla watched, fascinated, as his eyes darkened and he trembled with the force of his release, thrusting over and over until, with a final shudder, he slumped, spent, on top of her.

  “Fuck,” he said, his voice muffled against her shoulder. “I’m sorry it didn’t last longer but I’ve been rock hard since the moment you walked into Master Marshall’s office. I’ll make it up to you.”

  Nayla longed to run her fingers over the muscles of his broad back but he was still holding her hands firmly in place. “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” she whispered. “I’ve never come so hard—or for so long—god, you made me come without even moving!” She hadn’t known such a thing was even possible.

  He kissed the side of her neck. “I love how responsive you are. It’s fucking hot. Give me a minute to get my breath back, then I’ll move. I must be crushing you.”

  Secretly, Nayla was relishing the weight and heat of his massive body on top of hers, but she responded with a non-committal murmur. She had always enjoyed sex, but this had been in another league entirely. And for their first time together to be so good… usually it took a while for partners to learn one another’s likes and dislikes.

  At length, Landon rolled off her and vanished into the bathroom. Stop analyzing everything , Nayla told herself, already missing the sensation of his skin against hers. It was like her brain was constantly running on high, processing, storing, evaluating. She was always so busy thinking about what was happening to her—even in the moment—that she could never really let go and just enjoy. During sex or a session were the only times when her mind slowed down enough to give her the illusion that it had gone quiet, but the moment any and all physical sensation stopped—like now—all those thoughts came rushing back like a tidal wave. It was exhausting.

  Clambering out of the bed, she opened her suitcase to pull out her bathrobe and spotted her phone. She realized with a start that she hadn’t actually thought about work since Landon had taken her trick or treating but now, the black screen gleamed at her almost in invitation. What if one of her clients had sent her an urgent message?

  The door to the bathroom opened again and Landon emerged, a towel slung around his lean hips. He must have had the quickest shower in history. “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Getting my bathrobe,” Nayla said hastily, tugging the garment out of her suitcase and holding it aloft.

  “You don’t need it. I like you naked,” he said. “Put it back.”

  Unwilling to admit she was shy walking around the suite without any clothes on, Nayla shoved her robe back amongst the rest of her clothes. Landon was in the kitchenette, get
ting a glass of water.

  “You should have one too,” he said, filling up a second glass.

  “In a minute. I just need to go to the bathroom.”

  His smile, when she looked at him, was devastating. “Don’t be long,” he said with a wink.

  “I won’t.” Closing the door behind her, she ran exasperated fingers through her hair. Relax , she told herself firmly. There probably isn’t anything urgent. This is your vacation .

  Unfortunately, experience had taught her that when it came to her job, there almost always was something urgent.

  After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she stepped into the bathtub and showered herself off, paying special attention to the insides of her thighs and between her legs. Her pussy ached slightly when the jet of warm water hit it, but in a good way. She wondered where he’d learned how to do that flexing thing. Just the memory of it turned her on all over again.

  When Nayla returned to the bedroom, Landon was back in the massive bed, his expression a curious mix of tender and hungry. “Don’t forget your water,” he said.

  “So bossy!” she muttered, but she went over to the counter and downed the glass all the same.

  “It’s my job to take care of you,” he said.

  Yeah, but only for the next few days. After that, I’m on my own again . The thought made sudden, surprising tears well up and Nayla blinked them back. Strange, how the thought of leaving had never bothered her when she’d been here with Kurt. In fact, as much as she’d enjoyed spending time with him, she’d always been glad to get back home. To return to normality.

  Sliding between the ultra-soft sheets, she allowed Landon to pull her into his arms. “Tired?” he said huskily.

  “Very.” As she said it, she realized how true it was.

  “I’m proud of you,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “For dressing like a unicorn and letting me take you trick or treating. And,” he lowered his voice, “I know you’d never admit it, but I think you actually enjoyed it.” Without waiting for a reply, he settled her against him and closed his eyes.

  As Nayla lay cocooned against his heat, she let the events of the day replay in her mind, over and over, analyzing and dissecting them until, eventually, she fell into an exhausted slumber.

  Chapter 7

  N ayla really was adorable, Landon thought as he watched her pick at a muffin almost as big as her coppery, tousled head. “Is that all you’re having for breakfast?” he said reprovingly.

  “And the latte,” she said. “I don’t usually breakfast at all when I’m at home. I get into the office early and then just wait until lunchtime.”

  Landon clicked his tongue. “That would be your first rule then. A good, healthy breakfast every day.”

  She eyed him cautiously. “Define healthy .”

  “Not a muffin. Maybe an omelet. Fruit. Muesli. That kind of thing.”

  “This is a lemon zest muffin. That is fruit.” She winked and took a sip of her coffee.

  Brat , Landon found himself thinking. “And you can’t just drink coffee all the time, either. You need to drink water.”

  “There’s water—”

  “—in coffee, I know,” he finished her sentence and rolled his eyes. “Tell me, have you ever had rules before?”

  She thought for a moment, shoving a stray curl off her face. “Not everyday things like that, no. I mean, I’ve had play rules. No coming without permission, don’t wear panties to dinner, that kind of thing. But I kind of see myself more as a bedroom submissive. I’ve never had a D/s relationship long enough to explore otherwise, and besides, I have a crazy work schedule at home. I wouldn’t know when to cram in a whole bunch of stuff like—”

  “—eating properly and staying hydrated?” Landon lowered his brows and gave her his sternest look.

  She reacted with an exaggerated eye roll. “Fine. If you want me to do that while I’m here, we can try it.”

  “Good.” Filling a glass with some water out of the jug on the table, he pushed it toward her. “At least five of these a day.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Atta girl.” He watched her plump, pink lips as she raised the glass to them. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time a woman had had such an effect on him. Immediately after waking that morning, he’d had to have her again and, after losing track of how many orgasms he’d driven her to, he’d taken her to Wardrobe for a costume change.

  At first, she’d balked at the schoolgirl outfit but once he’d reminded her that they were heading down to the Dungeon after breakfast, and she could choose whether she wanted a discipline session or a fun one, she’d opted for the latter and worn the costume without complaint.

  “Have you checked your phone or computer yet?” he asked, watching her reaction carefully.

  “No. Anyway, when would I have had a chance? You were with me the whole time.”

  “I was in the bathroom for a while. And we’re not going to be spending 24/7 together while I’m here. I have to work out a few mornings a week. Unless you want to come with me.”

  “Ugh, no thanks.”

  He chuckled. “The rule remains in place, though: no checking either of your devices, even if I’m not with you.”

  She put another bite-sized piece of muffin into her mouth and chewed it, nodding.

  “Good. Believe me, you would not like the consequences if you did. I know you’re a painslut… and I know how to make a punishment really suck.”

  “I believe you.”

  He was tempted to tell her to go get a piece of fruit but decided not to come on too strong, too fast. They still had plenty of time. Pushing his empty plate aside, he leaned forward. “Are you looking forward to our session?”

  “Oh god, yes. Very much so.” The mere mention of it had made her eyes darken with lust; the same look she got when he was inside her. Landon felt his cock twitch and wondered how the hell he could want her again so soon.

  “Me too,” he said. Being assigned to the Nursery, and only having started working at the Castle recently, he hadn’t even played in their infamous Dungeon yet. “We’ll go down as soon as you’ve eaten up.”

  Immediately she shoved the remaining half of her muffin aside and drained her latte. “Ready,” she said.

  As he slung his toy bag over his shoulder and picked up their plates, Landon had to suppress a grin. If anyone had Little tendencies, it was this girl. Her reaction upon finding—and naming—Beaky last night had been proof of that, and ever since then, he’d caught glimpses. He couldn’t wait to get to know her better.

  “You should have brought Beaky,” he said as they headed toward the staircase which led to the Dungeon area.

  “Oh, shit, no,” she said.

  “Language! And why not?”

  She gave him a breathtaking smile. “I wouldn’t want to corrupt him.”

  The Castle was still infuriatingly unfinished after last year’s bomb had done so much damage. There had been issues with the contractors—who were even now still making repairs, dressed as guests so as to blend in—and Marshall was running around like a blue-arsed fly, but the Dungeon hadn’t been damaged.

  It really was an impressive place; made to look very much like a medieval torture chamber, with a variety of rooms, lit by wall sconces, and all the implements any self-respecting sadist might want to use on his chosen victim.

  Placing his hand on the small of Nayla’s back to steer her in the right direction, Landon nodded at Master Eamon, who lifted a hand in greeting.

  “Nice to see you down here for a change,” Eamon said, eyeing Nayla in her schoolgirl outfit. “She must have been really naughty.”

  “I was not—” Nayla began hotly, but Landon gave her ass a sharp pinch, interrupting her.

  “Or really good,” Landon said. “This little painslut has earned herself a good session as a reward.”

  “Nice. Room five is free. Enjoy!” Eamon gave them a wink and headed off down the corridor.

  Taking Nayla’s h
and, Landon led her to the room Eamon had indicated. “Are you a little wound up?” he asked her in a low voice.

  “Sorry.” She blew out a breath. “I guess I am.”

  “Just general stress, or something specific?” Closing the door behind them, he turned back to her, set down his bag, and began unbuttoning her blouse.

  “I… don’t know. General stress, I think. I have trouble… coming down, sometimes.”

  “Let me guess: you have to be assertive at work and find it hard to switch off?”

  She gazed up at him, her green eyes glittering in the low light. “Yes.”

  Unable to stop himself, he bent down and gave her a brief but passionate kiss. “Just try to relax,” he said. “Do you trust me?”

  She nodded. They’d had an in-depth conversation about her limits that morning.

  “Then don’t think. Just follow. Turn.”

  Obediently, she turned around and he slid the zipper down the back of her skirt before sliding it down her gorgeous legs.

  “Step out.”

  Once she was naked, he led her to the St. Andrews Cross up against the far wall and secured her wrists to the top halves of the cross with the soft leather cuffs which had been so thoughtfully provided. “Close your eyes and relax,” he murmured, kissing the back of her neck. “I’ll be right back.”

  Returning to his bag, Landon made short work of sorting through it, removing the items he thought he might want to use, and laying them on a bench near the cross.

  Nayla stood motionless, facing the frame, her feet only slightly apart.

  Landon admired the smooth skin of her back, the way her waist dipped in before curving back out to her plump, gorgeous ass. Already hard, he wondered how long he would be able to rein in his desire. Hopefully long enough to get her into subspace.

  Picking up his thickest, heaviest flogger, he leaned in, inhaling the pear scent of her shampoo as he whispered, “Are you ready, little one? Then let us begin.”