Going Deep (16 page)

Someone tapped
him on the opposite arm. He took the offered batting helmet and stuffed his
gloves into it before shelving them above the bat rack. “You’re right. Sorry,
Doyle. There’s no excuse. I’m just frustrated because I haven’t had a hit the
entire game.”

A big hand
clapped him on the shoulder. “They’re pitching you careful. A homerun would put
us ahead, and they don’t want to risk that.”

“Yeah.” He finger
combed his hair. “Doesn’t make me like it anymore.” He took another calming
breath and let it out in a huff. “I was wrong to question his strike zone. I’ll
apologize to him when I go back out there.”

 “That’s what I
wanted to hear. We’ve got two outs now, better get your gear on.”

Fuckin’
great.

After the game,
Jeff joined him in the locker room. “You okay?”

“Yeah. It’s one
of those days, you know?”

“Nice hit in the
ninth.”

“Too little, too
late. Maybe if I’d done that earlier, we might have had a chance at winning.”

“Hey, aren’t you
the guy who always tells me the outcome of the game doesn’t hinge on a single
play or player?” Jeff sat and pulled his cleats off. “Get over it. It’s one game.”

Jason straddled
the bench, facing his brother. “Is that how I sound to you, like a fucking ass?”

Jeff didn’t
react to the obvious insult. “’Fraid so. Every time I blow a save. You, bro,
have single-handedly elevated placating to an art form.”

“I’m sorry, man.”
He shook his head. “I can be a real dickwad sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” he
agreed. He tossed his cleats and socks in the bottom of his locker and
unbuttoned his jersey. “But, hey, you’re my brother. You can be a dickwad to me
all you want.” Ever the neat-freak, Jeff folded his jersey and dropped it on
top of his cleats. “I’ll give you some time when we get back to the hotel. Call
her. Get your head on straight for tomorrow.”

Jason sighed. “Thanks.
You’re right, my head wasn’t in the game today.”

Jeff stood,
releasing his belt buckle. “Hard to be in the game when it’s so far up your
ass.” He dropped his pants and stepped out of them and his briefs. The dirty
underwear went in his duffle, and after folding his pants, he added them to the
pile in his locker. “Find it before tomorrow, okay? I know the team would
appreciate it. We need your bat in the lineup, man.”

Jason undressed
and followed his brother to the shower. Jeff was right about one thing. His
head was up an ass, just not his own. He forced that thought away before it
traveled south and made his day even worse.

* * *

Carrie saved the
document to her hard drive. So far, so good. With the research done, the
article was coming along nicely. Now, all she had to do was add in a few key
interviews, and it was good to go.

Balancing a
glass of wine and a plate filled with fruit and cheese, she pulled her legs up
under her and settled onto the sofa. Hmm. Working from home or sitting in the
gray-walled cubby assigned to her at the paper? No contest. If she turned her
articles in on time, no one at the paper cared where she did her work, so here,
where she could raid the refrigerator and nap on the sofa when she needed a
break always won.

Here, she could
let her mind wander. That was a good thing—most of the time. She found it
difficult to be creative in the bland and noisy atmosphere her newsroom office
provided. Yet, today, she had to admit, a little bland and noisy might have
been the better option.

She was
hyper-aware of her bedroom just a few steps away. She couldn’t stop thinking
about the small butt plug on her nightstand. She’d even left her computer to go
stare at it a few times. Tonight, she would insert it herself, with only the
memory of Master’s voice coaching her through the process.

She’d kept the
cell phone beside her all day, hoping he would call, checking for text messages
every few minutes even though it was set to vibrate if a message came in. All
day and nothing. Not a peep. Did he receive her message this morning? Maybe she’d
been too straightforward, telling him how she felt. But hadn’t he insisted on
her honesty?

Doubts continued
to creep in. Maybe she should email him, or text him, or something to let him
know how she was feeling now.

Back and forth.
Her thoughts swung from believing she’d done the right thing by telling him her
deepest feelings, to fearing she’d said too much and made him angry. She
already had one punishment waiting for her when he returned. If she’d earned
another, this whole cyber communication thing wasn’t going to work out. Even
blindfolded, if she listened carefully, she could tell by his footsteps and the
way he moved about the room whether she’d pleased him or not. This silence was
killing her.

The phone rang,
jolting her from her thoughts. Her heart pumped furiously, trying to supply her
now alert body with needed oxygen. She picked it up and pressed the answer call
button.

“Good evening,
angel.” The timbre of his voice sent liquid heat to her pussy. She shifted in
order to clamp her thighs tight against the ache.

“I’m so glad to
hear your voice, Sir. I miss you so much.”

“I miss you,
too. How has your day been?”

“I worked. I got
a lot done, but it was hard to concentrate sometimes. I kept thinking about
you, and about last night.” She took a breath and plunged on. “Did you get my
message this morning?”

His chuckle
brought a smile to her lips. “I did. It made me so horny I had to find a place
to be alone until I got myself under control.”

“I was afraid I’d
said too much.” She lowered her voice to an almost whisper. “You didn’t call me
back.”

“I couldn’t,
angel. You shouldn’t worry when I’m out of town. I loved your message. I saved
it so I can listen to it over and over, just like the photos you sent. They’re
treasures.”

She placed a
hand over her heart to keep it from bursting out of her chest. “I’m…no, I-I was
about to apologize, but I won’t. I’m only human, Sir.”

“I’m the one who
should apologize. I should have at least texted to let you know how much I
loved to hear your voice, and acknowledge your feelings. I won’t let that
happen again. I don’t want you to doubt how special you are to me.”

“Thank you, Sir.
I knew in my heart, but my brain wouldn’t shut up. That happens sometimes.”

“I know, angel.”
His voice changed in an instant. Gone was the concerned lover, replaced by the
Dom in control. “Where are you right now?”

“On my sofa. I’m
still wearing the pajamas I put on this morning after my shower.”

“Put the phone
on speaker and take your clothes off. Put the pajamas away because you won’t be
needing them tonight.”

Blood rushed
through her veins so fast it made her dizzy. She laid the phone on the coffee
table and removed her clothes.

“Done, Sir.”

“Lie down on the
sofa and spread your legs. Use your fingers to spread your pussy then send me a
picture.”

“Yes, Sir.” She
splayed herself on the sofa. One hand slid through her slick folds while the
other positioned the phone and snapped a photo.

“Beautiful,
angel. Put the phone down between your legs close to your pussy, and touch
yourself with both hands. Use one hand on your pussy, the other on your
asshole. I can see from the photo that you’re wet already, so spread it around.
Don’t hurt yourself.”

It took some
doing, but she found a position that worked. “What do you want me to do now,
Sir?”

“Slide two
fingers into your pussy, and one into your ass. Then I want to hear you fuck
yourself. I want to hear every moan from your lips. Make your pussy talk to me,
angel. I want to hear it all.”

She closed her
eyes and immediately she was back in the Dungeon with her Master hovering near,
demanding her submission. She worked her fingers in and out, making sure to
repeat any move that created the wet, slurp-smacking sound he wanted to hear.

“Sir, it feels
so good. I’ve never touched myself like this before.”

“How deep is
your finger in your ass? One knuckle? Two?”

“One, Sir. Ahh,
oh, Sir.”

“Two knuckles,
angel. And work it around, in and out.”

“Sir. Oh.”

“Put your thumb
on your clit, angel. Come for me. Now.”

 “Sir,” she
pleaded. Her body tensed, coiled tight at her core—then exploded, catapulting
into a world of pleasure and wrenching cries of ecstasy from her throat.

“Shh, angel,” he
soothed. “That was beautiful. I love it when you come. I wish it had been my
hands on your body, but that can’t be right now.”

She floated down
on a sigh. “Sir, that was…thank you.”

“Do you remember
how to insert the plug?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.
Should I do that now?”

“Go get it and
bring it to the sofa. Leave the lube.”

Chapter Twelve

Carrie returned,
plug in hand. “I’ve got it, Sir.”

“Good, just like
last night, but on the sofa. On your knees, legs spread, facing the back, only
this time, stick it in your pussy and get it all wet, then put it in your ass.
One hard push tonight, angel. It should go in easier.”

She assumed her
position on the sofa, her breath coming in short gasps. “Here goes, Sir.” She
brought the plug to her pussy. “I’m going to wet it now.”

It slid in
easily. She rotated it a little, coating it in her juices. “It’s wet,” she
reported. With her trembling hand, she positioned the plug for insertion. “Here
goes…”

“Fast and hard,
angel.”

With her eyes
screwed shut, she pressed hard against the head of the plug. She gasped when it
slid into place. “It’s in, Sir.”

“Stay where you
are for a minute. How does it feel?”

“Good, Sir. It
feels good. I like it. I feel funny sitting here in my living room with my
naked, plugged ass in the air. It’s so…naughty.”

“You are such a
horny little thing.”

She couldn’t
help but smile at the humor in his voice.

“Now, don’t you
go getting too attached to that little piece of plastic. As a matter of fact,
there’s a new surprise waiting for you at the Dungeon. Ask at the desk
tomorrow.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll
pick it up tomorrow afternoon, if that’s okay?”

“No hurry. We’ll
play with it tomorrow night when I call.”

“Thank you, Sir.
I feel much better now. I didn’t mean to sound so needy earlier.”

“You had every
right to sound needy. I neglected you today. I thought I was doing it for my
own good, because thoughts of you distract me from my job, but I was wrong. I
can’t think of anything
but
you when I haven’t talked to you. I need to
hear your voice before I begin my day. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“You’ll call me
in the morning, Sir?”

“No. You’re
going to call me at seven in the morning. I want to be with you when you take
the plug out. I promise I’ll answer the phone, so do what you have to do this
evening, then go to bed. No clothes, angel. I want to picture you in bed naked.”

She thanked him
again and ended the call.

* * *

“Times up,” Jeff
said, letting the hotel room door slam behind him.

Jason set the
phone on the nightstand and pulled a pillow into his lap to hide the boner he’d
had since he heard Carrie’s voice. Not that he had to hide anything from his
brother, but he’d taken enough ribbing for one day. He wished he’d had a few
more minutes to jack off before his brother came back, but he could take care
of that in the bathroom later.

 “I just hung
up,” he said. “Thanks for giving me some privacy.”
Time to change the
subject.
“How’s the little woman?”

“Hormonal. And
turning your old room into the biggest, most expensive, nursery in Texas.”

“And you wish
you were there to help her.”

“Damned
straight, I do. I hired someone to move the furniture and to paint, but that
won’t stop her from doing too much.”

“She’s not sick.
She’s pregnant. And, she’s a nurse. She won’t do anything stupid.”

“Fat lot you
know. She wants to put a new window in. Says the room needs more light.”

“Well, if I know
you, you’ll do whatever she asks, so you might want to start looking into
contractors.”

“You’re right.” He
sat on the opposite bed, facing Jason. “I’m her willing slave. Speaking of…how’s
yours doing?”

“She misses me.”
He couldn’t have wiped the stupid grin off his face if he’d had to. “She’s
amazing, Jeff. I miss her something awful.”

“That’s what love
does to you. I felt that way—”

“Whoa! Hold it
right there.” He jumped to his feet and paced the small confines of the room. “I
didn’t say anything about love.”

“Didn’t have to.
I recognize the symptoms. I had it that bad for Megan almost from the first
second I saw her. Why do you think I wrote that invitation on her program
instead of just autographing it? She had me from the first moment. It just took
me a while to admit it.”

“This is nothing
like you and Megan. She knew who you were, what your life was like all along.”

“But we still
kept our relationship a secret. Remember how paranoid we were about the press
finding out we were both sleeping with her?”

“That was
different.”

“How? Look,
hiding our relationship hurt Megan. It was wrong. We should have made it clear
how much she meant to us from the start instead of pretending she was just a
friend. When push came to shove, we denied everything, and that almost cost me
the love of my life. Don’t be stupid like I was.”

“You don’t
understand. She’s never seen me. We talk and email, but when we’re together,
she’s blindfolded. She knows my first name. That’s it.”