Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball)

by Lee, Roz

  “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.”

  “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.

  He rode her hard, but in her darkness, there was peace knowing she could give him what he needed.

  “Ahh, angel. I. Can’t….”

  His cock grew impossibly harder inside her. She willed her body to soften, to become a pillow to catch him when he fell. He stilled.

  “Christ almighty!” His hips ground against her in short, forceful thrusts. Then he was coming, claiming her.

  She sighed, savoring his release, knowing in her heart it represented a bond that couldn’t be broken.

  He loosened his hold on her hair, wrapping himself around her again from shoulder to their joining. He placed a single kiss on her lips. A benediction. An affirmation. A single kiss that said he understood the significance of the moment.

  Christ. He couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move. His heart pounded against his ribcage—a sure test of its strength. If the repair he’d undergone when he was nine was going to fail, it would have tonight. He made an effort to move. She was soft beneath him, so perfect in her submission. He’d let his libido run wild, taking what he wanted from her long before he’d planned. But there’d been something about the way she’d cuddled against him when he’d laid down beside her that called to him to stake his claim now. To demand her complete submission. No. To take her complete submission.

  He’d given her little choice in the matter, breaching her defenses while she slept. He’d been wrong to do it that way, but he couldn’t regret it now. He would have withdrawn had she asked, when she’d become fully aware of what he’d done, but she hadn’t. He’d never felt anything like it—he way her body had yielded to his, offering him complete dominion. It’s what he’d dreamed of since his first erection—owning a woman’s body. Christ, he’d yearned to give her pleasure, to see her lose control under his tutelage. To have a woman trust him so completely was humbling.

  He tipped her face to his, wishing he could offer her the same level of trust she’d given him and remove the blindfold, but he couldn’t do it. Not yet.

  “Angel?”

  “Yes, Sir?”
Barely a whisper.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Mm-hmm,” she purred.

  “I didn’t hurt you?”

  “No. Never,” she sighed.

  Jason allowed himself to relax. He arched, watching his cock slide from her. Good God, he couldn’t believe what a lucky bastard he was to have found this woman. She whimpered and clenched her cheeks together.

  “Shh. Let me take care of you.” He rolled her to her back and lay beside her.

  “Hold me,” she whispered, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

  He wrapped her in his arms and held her until she drifted off to sleep again. Then he held her some more.

  His brother was right, damn it. He’d gone and fallen in love with her. It was such a foreign feeling; he hadn’t recognized it right away. He’d loved women before, but he’d never been in love. His love for Carrie filled his heart, and felt so right he almost couldn’t remember what it felt like not to love her. He didn’t really know anything about her, but he knew she was his. Cradled against his body, she was a perfect fit. He had to find a way to tell her who he was. Todd and Brooke said he could trust her, that she wasn’t the kind to shout his personal business to the world.

  Damn, he hoped that was true because he couldn’t imagine his life without her, and he damned sure couldn’t keep her blindfolded for the rest of their lives. He slipped a finger beneath the elastic band securing the eye mask, toying with it. All he had to do was remove it while she slept, and when she woke he would be looking into those incredible blue eyes of hers.

  He made sure the elastic band was once again in place, and scooted away, extricating himself from their embrace. With a fresh condom in place, he returned, settling himself between her thighs. Pushing her wide, he swiped his tongue along her slit, sucking her clit between his teeth.

  Carrie woke with a jolt to total darkness and someone—her Master—between her legs.