Going Deep (17 page)

“Who is it you
don’t trust? Her? Or Yourself?”

That was an easy
answer. “Me. I’ve never been happier, Jeff. This lifestyle feels right, but I
can’t shake the feeling that it’s too good to be true. That it’s not going to
last. It will be easier on her if she doesn’t know who I am if I have to give
her up.”

“And why would
you have to give her up? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t have a
clue.” He shook his head. “I can’t explain it.”

Jeff shrugged. “Well,
until the sky actually falls, can you think positive thoughts and maybe hit a
few homers? Preferably with runners on base? And the bullpen would appreciate
if you could quit ticking off the home plate umpire.”

He accepted the
change of subject. Jeff was right. He needed to think positive thoughts and get
his head back in the game. “I’ll see what I can do. You want me to pitch for
you, too?”

“Nah, you can’t
pitch for shit. I’ll handle the hard work, you just swing the lumber.”

* * *

Talking with
Carrie every morning and night had been better than any drug. Jason was pleased
with the way the road trip went. He’d posted fantastic stats during the
remaining games and he felt it in his bones. He was on a hitting streak and the
media was right there with him, discussing the odds of him breaking team and
league records this season.

He couldn’t wait
to touch her, but first, there was the little matter of punishment he’d
promised her. Since that first night when she’d hesitated to insert the plug,
they’d been through two more plugs, gradually getting larger, and she’d obeyed
him without reservation. He had a new plug for her today, one she wasn’t going
to see until it was too late.

“Good evening,
angel.” He shut the door behind him.
Damn.
His cock snapped to attention
at the sight of her on her knees, waiting for him. Her hair tumbled over her
shoulders in shiny waves. He imagined fisting his hands in it while she sucked
him off. But that would have to wait for another time. First things, first.

“Are you
prepared for your punishment?”

“Yes, Sir. I
shouldn’t have hesitated to follow your orders. I know you only have my
pleasure in mind.”

“Yes, that’s
true. So, let’s get the punishment out of the way, then I’ll see to your
pleasure, and mine.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He pulled her to
her feet and walked her to the spanking bench. He secured her wrists and ankles
so her ass was in the air. “I love to see you like this, angel. I could look at
you all day long.” He gathered the supplies he needed—a wooden paddle and the
new plug from his duffel and lube from the supply in the rack beneath the
platform bed. “Since your offense was in regards to inserting the butt plug I
provided for your pleasure, it’s only fitting that you receive a new one
tonight, one of my choosing.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He spread her
cheeks with one hand and examined her anus with his other. After wetting his
middle finger in his mouth, he probed the tight hole. “I planned a gentle
initiation for you, and you wanted to take that away from both of us.”

She gasped and
wiggled her hips when he breeched the ring of muscles guarding her entrance.

“Be still,
angel. This part of you is mine, and I would never hurt you.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m
trying, Sir.”

“You’re still so
damned tight, angel.” His free hand roamed her body, reacquainting him with her
soft curves and silken skin while he allowed her time to adjust to his
intrusion. “I love the way your skin feels, and your curves. You’re so
beautiful, sometimes I can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

Leaning in, he
kissed his way down her spine to where his hand rested in the cleft of her ass.
He wiggled his finger inside her, startling a moan from her lips. “You don’t
mind if I take a little time to enjoy this, do you, angel?”

She shook her
head once. “No, Sir. My body is yours, Sir.”

“Yes, yes it is,”
he said.

After days of
torture, wondering what it would feel like to take this part of her, he couldn’t
resist a little playtime, now that he was this close. Besides, finger fucking
her would only make the next step easier for her in the long run.

He squirted lube
on his finger and worked it in and out, massaging her anus. Soon, her hips were
moving, thrusting backwards to meet his forward movement.

“You like that,
don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she
moaned. “It feels good.”

He kept it up,
using his finger to gently stretch her. Watching the tight ring pucker and give
with each in-out motion, he imagined what it would feel like stroking his hard
cock. Soon. One day soon, he would take her there.

“I’d like nothing
more than to continue this, but we have another purpose today.” Reluctantly, he
pulled his finger free.

“This plug is
larger than the ones you’ve used this week.” He rinsed his hands at the corner
sink then coated the plug with lube. “But I’m bigger.” Opening her, he placed
the tip of the plug against her hole. “Breathe in, then let it out, angel.”

 She inhaled,
and on her exhale, he pushed the plug past her barrier, all the way to the
hilt. She groaned and clenched her cheeks, but he held her open, admiring the
view. He stroked along the curve of her back until her shoulders relaxed and
her spine dipped low.

“Stunning,” he said,
gently caressing her hips and trailing his fingers down the sleek line of her
thighs. He’d missed her more than he’d ever missed anyone, and now that he was
back with her, he knew leaving her behind was always going to be difficult. But
knowing she would welcome him back so sweetly would make the trips bearable.

Her slit
glistened, and he couldn’t resist swiping his hand there to collect the
moisture. He held his wet palm to her lips. “Lick, angel. You’re so damned wet
for me.”
And I’m so fucking hard my dick feels like it might explode.

Her pink tongue
swirled over his palm, taking every drop of honey and making him seriously
reconsider delaying his gratification. But her disobedience couldn’t be
ignored. It all came down to trust, and if he failed to follow through on a
promised punishment, how could he expect her to trust him to see to her
pleasure? He smiled. There was no reason he couldn’t combine the two—for her
sake, and his.

“I knew you’d
like having your ass filled. I know you, angel. There’s never any reason to
disobey me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Carrie braced
herself. The sting of lumber on her ass reverberated through the plug and set
off a fireworks display behind her blindfold. She cried out and arched her back—instinctively
pulling on the restraints, and tucking her ass under her hips.

“There, now,”
Master crooned. He palmed her ass, soothing the burn. “God, I love to see your
ass red. I can’t wait to fuck your brains out.”

Two fingers
speared her cunt, pumped in and out, stroking a mysterious spot inside that
wrenched a moan of pleasure from her lips. She relaxed against his hand. His
fingers left abruptly, followed by another stinging slap to her ass that
brought tears to her eyes. The plug acted like an antennae, directing the
intense vibrations directly to her clit.

 “Please, Sir,”
she begged, choking back a sob.

“That’s it,
angel.” Gentle hands stroked her burning ass cheeks. “You deserve a reward for
accepting your punishment so well.”

Oh, God. If this
was punishment, she might have to defy him on a daily basis! Her ass was on
fire, but that was nothing compared to the ache of her pussy. Tears stung her
eyes, but they were tears of frustration. That last swat had almost made her
come. Her pussy was so swollen, it actually hurt. She needed to come so badly,
she’d do anything to make it happen.

“Please. Please.
Please,” she begged, thrusting her hips high. Then his hand was there, cupping
her while one finger played with her clit.

“You want to
come, angel?”

“Yes! Please, Sir.
Pleeeaaaassseee.”

“But I’m not
through with you, angel. No coming until I tell you to.”

She whimpered.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
He continued to flick her clit.

She tried to
clench her legs together to stop her imminent orgasm, but the restraints
prevented any such evasive movement. She clenched her fists, scrunched her eyes
tight behind her blindfold and ground her molars. Anything to diffuse the
seismic disturbance building between her legs.

“Your control is
admirable,” he said. “I’m not sure I could stop myself if the tables were reversed.”

“Please,” she
begged through numb lips.

After another
flick to her clit, he parted her swollen outer lips. A heartbeat later, his
rough tongue scraped across her hard nub and swirled around it. “Now, angel.”

Fingers speared
her, seeking and finding her sweet spot. He took her clit between his lips and
sucked.

Waves of
pleasure broke over her, and the sob she’d tried so hard to contain escaped her
throat. One large hand clamped her hip in a vise-like grip, controlling her irrepressible
need to buck and thrust against his face. The orgasm claimed her, rolling
through her body like a thunderstorm over the prairie. His fingers and mouth
coaxed her higher and longer until the first sharp pangs of pleasure mellowed
to gentle waves he captured with his tongue.

When he
unfastened the restraints, she felt like a rag doll. He carried her boneless
form to the platform bed and placed her on her side. He stretched out behind
her. One hand on her hip slipped to her thigh, then behind her knee.

“Open for me,”
he said, gently pushing her leg forward. “Stay just like you are, relaxed,
sweetheart.”

She had no bones
or working muscles to move them with, so she lay there, letting him position
her anyway he wanted, content to have his hands on her, his soothing words in
her ear. His fingers brushed the plug between her butt cheeks, reminding her of
its presence. “This has to go now.”

She tried to
find words to respond, but in their absence, she simply nodded her head in
agreement. He gently removed the plug then returned to caress her cheeks. She
drifted while he leisurely toured her sated body, soothing and exploring. It
didn’t matter. After what he’d given her, she’d lie there all night if he
wanted. Besides, she loved the feel of his hands on her—strong, but so gentle.

He was the most
incredible lover she could imagine. He could be harsh but then could turn right
around and give her the most unbelievable pleasure. How he’d come to know her
body so well in such a short period of time, she didn’t know, and she wasn’t
inclined to question. It was enough that he had.

In the
artificial darkness behind her blindfold, she hovered on the edge of sleep, her
face cradled on her hands, her upper leg still crooked at the knee like an
outrigger, keeping her balanced on one hip.

“My turn, angel.”
The words whispered across her cheek.

“Um.” She licked
her dry lips and rolled her head toward the deliciously seductive voice.

“Just relax. Let
me do all the work.”

Master. Yes,
you do all the work.
“Um,” she hummed, resuming her slumberous pose.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered the telltale opening of a
condom, followed by a heavy leg pinning her thigh to the mattress, and the
pressure, nudging, prodding.

“So. Tight.”

More pressure. A
warm palm against her stomach. Her body surrendered to the insistent pressure. She
woke with a start, tensing at the invasion of her body.

“Fuckin’ damn,
that feels good.”

Master. Inside
her. There.

“Are you okay?” One
big hand stroked from her shoulder down to her hip where she registered the
close press of his body against hers.

Her heart raced.
She focused on the new sensations. His body dwarfed hers and she was helpless
against his greater strength. She might have been frightened, but inexplicably,
she knew she was safe.

He cradled her
ass, stroked her thigh, her back, her shoulder, arm and breasts. No part of her
went untouched. His voice soothed in tandem with his hand. His fingers speared
through her hair, across her scalp, and down to encircle her neck. A gentle
kiss of his fingertips along her lips.

She tried to
capture them with her tongue, but he moved again, and all she could do was
feel.

Cherished.

“Yes,” she
whispered, realizing the truth. “Oh, God…Sir….”

 She’d known all
along he would claim this part of her, but in her wildest imaginings, she hadn’t
comprehended what it would mean. This was total submission. Even more so than
taking him into her pussy. Giving him this part of herself acknowledged his
absolute dominion. He owned her body. Completely.

Gentle fingers
tipped her chin, lifting her face to his. For once, she cursed the blindfold
that separated them. His lips covered hers, his tongue taking up the same
rhythm as his thrusts, staking his primordial claim on her. She managed to
bring her hand up to cradle his face, trying to convey everything she was
feeling through her lips and the touch of her palm on his jaw.

He broke the
kiss, laying his cheek against hers. “Thank you,”  he whispered in her ear.

 Until that
moment, she hadn’t comprehended what her total submission meant to him, but now
she knew. He needed her submission, and she needed him to guide her. Two simple
words embodied what was between them. She’d given him her body, and now, with
this new understanding, she offered him her heart and her soul.

“I’m yours,” she
said, crooning the words against the shell of his ear.

“Mine.” He rocked
his pelvis hard against her ass.

She relaxed in
the safety of his care, giving her body over to him. He leaned away—for better
leverage she supposed—and his thrusts became more forceful. He fisted a hank of
her hair and jerked her head back. His other hand dug into her hip, anchoring
her. He was hard everywhere she was soft. Flesh slapped against flesh. He took
and she gave.