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still tender from being freshly waxed, Janice was creeping
carefully down the foreboding steps to the dungeons.
    A
lone constable stood at the entrance. He looked her up and down and folded his
arms. "You Janice?"
    Breathlessly,
she nodded.
    With
a jerk of his head, the man indicated for her to go inside. "Third door on
the left. Sit down on the chair. He'll join you shortly."
    With
her heart in her mouth, Janice found herself walking down the corridor; the
once-familiar, heady medieval dungeon atmosphere suddenly giving her a strange
sense of foreboding. Somewhere, someone screamed.
    As
if on autopilot, she followed the constable's directions, swallowing hard as
she saw the lone wooden chair placed in the center of the dark chamber.
Deliberately ignoring the impressive display of wicked implements and custom
furniture neatly arranged along all four walls, she sat down, realizing
immediately that she now had her back to the door.
    A
minute passed. Then two.
    This
was not what she had planned. I wanted to
talk to him, for fuck's sake! To maybe negotiate a scene! Not to walk straight into one!
    And
yet something was keeping her there; as if glued to the hard seat of that
simple wooden chair. The pulse between her legs was growing stronger.
    ***
    "Well,
well, well, what have we here?" Dominick didn't miss the way she'd started
at the sudden sound of his voice behind her. "No," he went on,
firmly, "don't look around. Keep your eyes straight ahead."
    He
picked up a strand of her silky hair, letting it slide over his fingers.
    Janice
shivered.
    Leaning
down, he deliberately let his lips caress her ear as he murmured, "You are
a beautiful little thing, aren't you? I do appreciate the effort you obviously
went to on my behalf."
    "Th-thank
you. Sir." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
    "Tell
me, little Miss Janice… what turns you on?"
    Closing
her eyes, she shook her head just the slightest bit.
    "Hmm?"
he went on, running an idle finger down the bare flesh of her arm.
    She
jumped as if she'd been branded.
    "If
you don't tell me, little one, I'll just have to find out for myself. And I
must warn you…" Dominick paused, stepping around her and tracing her
flushed cheek, "I might well discover some things you really don't like in the process."
    Janice
looked at him then, her hazel eyes glazed with terrified desire. He smiled.
"Do you consent?"
    She
nodded.
    "I
can't hear you!"
    "Yes…
yes, I c-consent, Sir."
    "Excellent.
Safewords: red for stop, yellow for go slow. Official Castle safeword, only in
an absolute emergency. Am I clear?"
    "Y-yes,
Sir."
    He
watched the flush darken on her cheeks. She really was too adorable.
"Stand up."
    Slowly,
she unfurled her slim, shapely body from the chair, unable to meet his eyes.
"I hear you quite enjoy being spanked. Is that so?"
    Janice
made a tiny noise—something between a whimper and a groan—in the
back of her throat.
    Quick
as a flash, Dominick took a fistful of her long hair and tilted her face up to
meet his. "Let's get one thing clear, sweetheart," he said in a low
voice, "You will answer all my questions. And you will do so honestly. I
came here today fully prepared to let you enjoy the experience as much as I
intend to do… but believe me, I have absolutely no reservations about changing
my mind. Understood?"
    "Y-yes,
Sir." Her pert breasts were visibly heaving, threatening to spill over the
top of her flimsy negligee. Dominick resisted the urge to sink his teeth into
the creamy flesh. Patience. Draw it out.
Make her suffer . His dick was already so hard it hurt.  
    "Good
girl. Now, come around the back of this chair and bend over."
    Once
she had done so, he slid the hem of her dress up around her waist. "Oh
dear. I do like the way you deliberately matched your underwear to your shoes,
but those panties are going to have to come off." Without waiting for a
response, he hooked his fingers beneath the silky material and slid them down
over her slim hips with measured delicacy. Her