Saving Sara (Masters of the Castle) by Maren Smith Read Free Book Online

Jackson was happy for them. Really, he was.
    “You look good,” he said. The Master’s Lady both personally and professionally, these days she dressed the part. Her gown was a deep crimson, cut through with trims of gold and topped with a jet-black, velvet corset. It cinched her already-tiny waist and completely flattened her breasts, forcing both rounded globes up until they perched precariously on the verge of popping out over the top. Yeah, she looked good and she knew it. Too bad it wasn’t her breasts he wanted right now to see. “Here for the new girl?” he asked.
    Kaylee nodded, watching people filter into the next class—The Ins and Outs of Fisting. “Someone said she had a panic attack in the dungeon. I don’t suppose she was paired with Master Dominick? I can definitely understand the freak-out if he pulled out his, you know.” She made a whip-cracking motion and the appropriate sound effect.
    Jackson’s smile grew even more. Mouthy little vixen. “She was in the dungeon proper. Master Dominick wasn’t anywhere in the vicinity. Which is good, really. His pride still hasn’t recovered from you.”
    “Aw,” she grinned. “Poor baby.”
    “Ha! I’ll be sure to tell him you said that.”
    “I’ll plead the fifth.”
    “You’ll plead all right.”
    Her grin grew, a soft and pretty blush stealing up into her cheeks as she playfully bumped his shoulder again. “Tattle tale.”
    “Mouth.”
    “Sadist,” she countered.
    “And proud of it,” he agreed. Yeah, he liked Kaylee. She was a good friend and a fun submissive, though he hadn’t personally played with her. In the few months since she had begun to live here, the Castle’s most prominent Master had developed something of territorial bone in regards to his Lady. These days, she was the one Marshall chose to summon whenever a problem submissive needed a little extra taking care of—the shy ones, the novices, those collapsing into sub-drop while waiting for the bus to come (sometimes even spending hours with them on the phone after they’d gone home), and in particular the ones who had trouble finding a comfortable little niche to fall into. Hard to believe, looking at her now, that Kaylee herself had been one of those once.
    “The dungeon proper, huh?” She lightly tapped her fingers against her knee, her brow puckering as she ran through a mental list of anything that might be considered scary down there. Judging by her expression, she was having trouble coming up with one. “Hm. Different strokes, I guess.” With a final soft grunt, she stood up. “She’s waiting for me, so I guess I ought to get in there.”
    “Be nice to her,” he said as Kaylee circled past him, heading for the door. “She’s a friend.”
    “I’m always nice,” Kaylee returned, pausing only just long enough to flash him a strange look. “Just how friendly of a friend is she?”
    “I plead the fifth,” he returned, dryly.
    “You’ll plead all right.” She burst into giggles and jumped to get out of his arm’s reach, but there was no evading his swatting hand.
    “I’ll have you over my knee yet,” he warned, while she laughed. His amusement was a transitory thing, and before he could help himself, Jackson caught her wrist. “Hey,” he said, a note of seriousness robbing him of his smile. He lost all perspective where Sara was concerned. It bothered him to realize that. “I mean it. Be nice.”
    Kaylee gave him another strange look, and then squeezed his fingers. “I’ll take really good care of her, Jackson. I promise.”
    When she went inside , he was again stuck in the hall alone, watching as the fisting class slowly filled up and wondering in the back of his mind just how hellish the next few days would be when he was walking these halls on endless rounds, knowing somewhere in one of these rooms Sara Abrams was writhing, moaning and crying out to the touch of another man.
    Jackson shifted restlessly, trying not to put a face he would