Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball)

by Lee, Roz

  “Sir,” she moaned, lifting her hips to meet his playful tongue. A strong hand on her stomach pressed her back down.

  “Be still.” His tone conveyed the unspoken words “or else”.

  She raised her hands over her head to grip the edge of the mattress. It was torture to endure without responding. His tongue swirled and dipped, laved and lapped and drove her out of her mind. Firm hands held her thighs wide, exposing her completely. Desire, dormant following their earlier session sprang to life, rising like the tide at full moon, fast and high.

  “So beautiful,” he breathed against her moist folds. His tongue swooped low to tease her backdoor. She bit her lower lip to keep from protesting his actions.

  “Are you sore there?” he asked.

  “A-a little, Sir.

  He massaged her gently, coating her with her own juices. “Relax, angel. No more there tonight. You were very brave. I can’t tell you how much it means to me to have claimed this part of you.”

  She willed her body to relax and accept his touch.

  “Nice, angel. Tell me how you felt having me inside you here.” His finger pressed softly against the rosebud.

  “I felt…weak…defenseless. Safe. It’s hard to explain, Sir. I was scared at first, but then….” He fingered her again, and she lost her train of thought. “I can’t think when you do that, Sir.”

  He chuckled and flicked his tongue over her clit while he toyed with her backdoor.

  “Go on. What were you going to say?”

  “I, um…I felt…conquered, possessed. I knew it before, Sir, but somehow, giving that part of me made me yours. Completely. I lo—”

  He covered her with his mouth, stopping her declaration before she could utter it. This time, she couldn’t control her hips, and he didn’t ask her to. She met his kisses, offering her body to replace the words he’d stolen from her.

  Her orgasm came fast. He drank it in, taking all she offered, demanding more with well-placed kisses until the last tremors left her sated and soft. Only then did he move over her. He pinned her wrists above her head and rode her hard, claiming every inch of her body. Her surrender was complete and absolute. After a few thrusts, she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go even deeper.

  He couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t possess her enough to sate his need. Her lovely body was flushed with color. Perspiration aided the slip and slap of flesh battering flesh. Each thrust wrenched soft moans from her lips and drove him past the point of reason. She. Was. His. Always. Forever.

  “Master.” The word was both affirmation and plea.

  “Come,” he said, answering the unspoken request.

  Her uninhibited response propelled him over the edge.

  Sweet Jesus. Liquid fire shot through his veins, sparked an inferno in his groin, sending a flash flame from his balls to his dick. He ground against her, the primal urge to mate, to give her his seed, blinded him to everything but his physical need. No other woman had ever robbed him so completely of his ability to think, to have a care for his partner. Nothing short of a knife to his balls would stop him from possessing this woman.

  A monosyllabic mantra punctuated each grinding, blinding thrust. Mine. Mine. Mine.

  He collapsed, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Her scent filled his nostrils, and he fought to bring his major body systems back to a sustainable rhythm. Her legs fell to the mattress, bracketing him in her soft warmth. He lifted his head. Her cheeks glowed. Her ruby lips were parted, her breast rising and falling beneath him with each breath.

  “Mine,” he said.

  “Yours.”

  He lowered his lips to hers, sealing the bond.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jason lowered the newspaper and pushed it across the bar. He sipped the coffee Megan had placed in front of him while he’d been reading. “They can say it all they want, but it won’t change the way I play. If I break the homerun record this season, I do. If I don’t, I don’t. I’m not playing for the record I’m playing for the win. One game at a time.”

  “So says the man just a few homeruns short of breaking the Mustangs’ record and on track to break the major league record for homeruns in a single season,” Jeff said from the other end of the bar.

  Megan slid a stack of pancakes across the bar. He poured a generous stream of syrup over them and dug in. Since he’d moved to a house of his own, these moments with his brother and sister-in-law had become rare. The woman sure could cook. He missed coming home to one of her meals, but he gave up the right to her cooking—and more—when he’d recognized her love was only for Jeff. But that hadn’t stopped him from bumming a meal when he could.

  “Yeah, well….” He downed another forkful of syrup-coated clouds. “I can’t think about the record and play the game. If I tie it or break it, then I do.”

  He stopped chewing to watch Megan hoist herself and her burgeoning belly onto the barstool next to him. She was a beautiful woman, and now that she was pregnant, she glowed. A pang of envy shot through him, but he quickly dismissed it. He’d had his chance with her. They were friends now, brother and sister. The child she carried would be his niece or nephew.

  “Think the kid will be able to tell us apart?” he asked.

  “Sure he will.” She reached for her glass of orange juice. Her basketball-sized belly hindered her, so he slid the glass closer. “Thanks. And yes, anyone who knows the two of you can tell you apart. Jeff’s the closed off one, you’re the open book. Though I’m having a hard time reading you right now. Not that you aren’t welcome anytime, but what brings you here so early on your day off?”

  “I’m going to tell her,” he said. He’d come close to telling her that night a few weeks ago when he realized he was in love with her, but something cautioned him to take his time. In the last few weeks, he’d introduced her to more adventurous play, and tested her in every way he could think of until he was sure her sexual needs matched his. Now, if only he could be as certain she wouldn’t bolt when she found out who he was. If they were ever going to take their relationship out of the Dungeon, she’d have to accept everything that came along with being publicly linked to a celebrity.

  “It’s about time,” Jeff said.

  “He’s right, Jase. You should have told her a long time ago.”

  Jason glared across the bar at his brother. “Thanks for keeping my confidence, bro.”

  “Hey, Megan’s family. If you didn’t want me to tell her, you should have said so.”

  Before he could argue, Megan cut in. “I’m here for you, and for her, Jase. If she needs to talk to someone afterwards—”

  “Thanks.” Jason straightened. “I guess I just needed to remind myself that it can work. Look at you two, all happy and pregnant. I want that, too, and I think she’s the one, if she doesn’t hate me when she finally sees me and finds out why I’ve kept her in the dark so long.”

  “She won’t,” Megan said, laying a hand on his arm. “You’re a good man, Jason Holder. She’ll understand your reasons. Who knows? Maybe she won’t even recognize you.”

  He lifted an eyebrow at his sister-in-law. “You’ve got to be kidding. Since I’ve gotten within range of the record, my face is all over the place. The Mustangs even put me on buses. And there’s that giant building wrap you can see off I-35. She’d have to be blind not to have seen my face around town.”

  “Well, I’m sure it won’t make a difference to her, but if it does, send her to me. I’ll set her straight,” she said.

  He left his brother’s house feeling better. Carrie had proven her commitment to him over and over, but still he’d put off the inevitable. Every time he’d introduced another scene devised to test her boundaries, she’d come through, trusting him completely. It was time he did the same. He just needed to come up with the right words to explain why it had taken him so long.

  Cowardice? Yeah, that pretty much covered it. At first, he’d feared for his career and Carrie giving him up to the tabloids, but he could
n’t imagine her doing such a thing now. She was committed to their relationship, and from their post-scene conversations, he knew she, too, wanted to keep that part of her life private.

  But he was still an ass for not telling her the truth. Except now, he feared she wouldn’t want to be involved with a celebrity. Right now, she could see his face plastered on the side of a bus and not think anything of it—because she didn’t know the man on the side of the bus was the same one who restrained her and administered doses of pain and pleasure to her on a regular basis. He’d done things to her polite society would never understand, and she’d loved it. Guaranteed, she’d never look at his face on a billboard again without some kind of reaction. He only hoped to God it was a positive one.

  * * *

  Carrie read the email, memorizing the instructions for that night, hating that work would keep her away for the next several days. She would miss him terribly. She always did when he was out of town. He’d only be a phone call away, but somehow, this was different. He’d be the one at home, waiting for her to come back, instead of the other way around. Two days. Three, max. That was all. She would survive. They’d been apart before. She could do this.

  She typed her reply, informing Master she would be waiting for him tonight, as he’d requested, but adding the news she had to go out of town for her job. Why did this feel so awful like she was cutting herself off from oxygen? She squared her shoulders, lifting her ribcage. Flattening her hand against her midsection, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was perfectly ridiculous the way her finger shook hovering over the computer key that would send her message.

  What would he think? He’d said at the beginning he wouldn’t interfere with her outside life, and this was her life. Her livelihood. Her job. This interview was all she needed to complete her article, and she’d waited a darn long time to get it. Still, she hesitated. In her heart, she belonged to her master. She loved him, had even come close to saying the words on several occasions.

  Insecurity. Doubts.

  He’d never said he loved her, but she wanted to believe his actions. The way he cared for her, took her to places she never dreamed she would go spoke of his feelings for her.

  In the beginning she’d promised to be honest, but she hadn’t exactly done that. He’d insisted she share her feelings with him, and she had…to a point. She had no trouble now telling him how her body hummed with arousal when he clamped her nipples or spanked her. He was always careful, using the pain to bring about the most amazing orgasms. She gave her body freely, and took his in return. But she’d held back the one thing she most needed to share with him, the fact that she loved him.

  She needed to tell him, even if it was more than he wanted to hear. It wasn’t fair to either of them to keep it to herself. But now wasn’t the time, not when her outside life demanded she take herself away from him, even for such a short time. When she returned, she’d tell him how much she loved him, and beg him to open himself to her. If he rejected her because of her feelings, she would deal with the pain of losing him.

  Heart pounding, she pushed the key and waited.

  * * *

  “Fuck.” Jason swore at the computer. Okay, he could deal with this change of plans. He couldn’t tell her tonight, not with her going out of town. If there was fallout, he needed her nearby, not God-only-knew how many hundreds or thousands of miles away. If she rejected him, he wanted to be close enough to convince her otherwise.

  He paced his home office, rubbing a hand over his nape. A few more days wouldn’t matter. He would continue with his plans for tonight, only he would leave the blindfold in place. When she returned from her business trip, he’d tell her and, if necessary, beg her to become his forever.

  Stopping in front of his desk, he ran a finger over the box resting there. The white velvet reminded him of her skin. Unable to decide what one gave to a sub when asking for a lifelong commitment, he’d designed a set that said it all, he thought. The platinum collar, more of a solid necklace, represented her submission, the matching bracelet, a more subtle way for her to declare his ownership, and then there was the flawless diamond ring to symbolize she’d given her heart and her body to him.

  He sighed. A few more days wouldn’t matter in the great scheme of things.

  He sat and typed his response.

  * * *

  She waited, blindfold in place for him, counting heartbeats to judge the time. She’d asked him once how long he watched her before he came to her.

  “Not long,” he’d said.

  “How long is not long?”

  “I watch until I see your pussy clench then I know you’re aching for me.”

  “I do that?”

  “Yes, angel, you do. That’s one of the reasons I like your pussy shaved, so I can see the way the muscles move when you try to control your need.”

  Since then, she’d tried to control her body, but it was a game she always lost. He never came to her until he saw those little ripples between her legs. Sitting on the hard chair with her legs splayed, she remembered the other times Master had bound her to a chair like this one, and she couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to the memory. No sooner had her pussy clenched, than the door opened and Master’s familiar footsteps crossed to the two-way mirror.

  She sighed when he closed the curtains over the mirror. He promised one day soon to leave them open so anyone passing by, “could see how sweetly she submitted,” he’d said. Today was not going to be that day. Thank God.

  “Angel,” he greeted her.

  “Sir.”

  Words were few as he lifted her legs, strapping her knees over the padded risers to expose her pussy. He took his time, carefully lacing the leather sleeves binding her arms behind the chair. To ensure she couldn’t move, he fastened a leather strap around her waist, anchoring her hips.

  “I understand you have a life besides the one you have with me, angel. Anytime I’ve gone out of town, I’ve left you well satisfied, have I not?”

  “Yes, Sir. You always see to my needs.”

  “This is no different. I can’t accompany you on this trip, but I’ll always be here for you. You’ll call me daily at the times I specified in the email I sent a few minutes ago. At such times, you’re to be in a place where you’re free to follow my instructions to the letter. If you choose to do this in the middle of a restaurant or the privacy of your hotel room, it doesn’t matter to me. I’ve chosen the times to see to your physical needs, and you’ll obey.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “So you don’t forget that your body and your orgasms are mine, I’ve prepared this reminder for you.”

  Cold metal slapped against her palms and she instinctively curled her fingers around it.

  “If you can’t go on, drop the bar.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Open your mouth.” The ball gag made her mouth water. She swallowed hard.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  Carrie nodded. Some sounds had become familiar and expected. Fabric rustling. A zipper. The thud of his shoes when he tossed them aside. She strained to make out the less familiar ones as he prepared for this scene. Her pussy flooded in anticipation when the zipper ground open on the duffel he used to carry their personal toys to and from the Dungeon. So caught up in wondering what he’d brought this time, she almost missed the soft footfalls of his bare feet crossing to her.

  His hand on her breast startled her.

  “Relax, angel.” He gently squeezed and massaged. She gasped when he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked. She arched her back against her restraints, in an effort to encourage more.

  “So beautiful,” he crooned, plucking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The pinch was hard and fast. The nipple clamp bit down on her distended nub, and stars lit up the darkness behind her blindfold.

  “Breathe through it,” he urged, cradling the abused breast in his palm. “Shh, angel.”

  The initial pain subsided and her breathing evened out.
He moved behind her, stopping to knead the tension from her shoulders. His touch was magic, reminding her he wouldn’t push her beyond what she could bear.

  “You know what comes next, angel,” he said in that hypnotic voice of his. “Nod if you want me to continue.”

  She nodded.

  He clamped the other nipple, allowing her time to absorb the pain before attaching a chain between the two and looping it up to hook to the ball gag so the clamps pulled her nipples toward her chin. There was no way to move her head without causing more pain.

  “Simple, but effective,” he said, massaging her shoulders once more. “If I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Do you understand?”

  She nodded. The clamps eased, then pulled tight in tandem with the motion of her head. Once. Twice. The pain was mild, but enough to know if she did anything more, the result would be exponential.

  “Excellent.” His hip brushed her shoulder when he moved around her.

  The slight contact sent her breasts in motion side to side and drew another gasp from her lips. His hands smoothing along the inside of her thighs, stilled her scattered thoughts.

  “Remember our first meeting?”

  Oh Lord, was this going to be twenty questions or more? She nodded, and two fingers entered her, probing, sliding in and out.

  “I examined you then, much like this.” His other hand spread her lips. Cold air brushed heated, moist skin. “This is much better. I can see all of you.”

  Her whole body shuddered when he flattened his tongue over her clit. “I can taste you, too. As a matter of fact, I can do anything I want to you.”

  He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with something cold and hard that stretched her wide. A keening cry died against the gag.

  “Do you like this cock, angel?” He pulled it almost all the way out and inserted it again, twisting as he went.

  Holy cow! She twitched her hips in a primal reaction to the invader.