Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball) Page 11

  She shifted pillows out of the way and moved into position. “Okay.”

  “Put the phone on speaker and place it on the bed in front of you. Then I want you to open the lube, and squirt a generous amount onto one hand. Don’t skimp on the lube. Put the other hand on the headboard to brace yourself while you spread it on your asshole. Do it now.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She could hardly work the buttons on the phone with her trembling hands. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to do this. Even though he was miles away and couldn’t see her, his voice was in the room with her. Since she had never seen him anyway, did it matter if she was in the Dungeon or her bedroom?

  She managed to activate the speaker function and placed the phone on the mattress. “The phone is in place. Can you hear me, Sir?”

  “I hear you, angel. Now the lube. Describe it to me. I want to make sure you use enough.”

  She squirted a glob onto the fingers of her right hand. “I’d say it’s about the size of a quarter, Sir.”

  “More. I want your ass wet from cheek to cheek. I couldn’t bear it if you were to hurt yourself.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She squirted more on her hand. “I’ve got twice as much now, Sir.”

  “That’s good. Now, lean over and grasp the headboard. Bend over so your bottom is high and your cheeks are open, then spread the lube on your asshole. Coat it good. Work it inside with your finger.”

  She braced against the headboard and closed her eyes, imagining him watching her. The cold gel met her heated skin and she gasped.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir. It’s cold.”

  “Tomorrow, warm the tube in hot water.”

  A cold chill that had nothing to do with the temperature of the lube ran down her spine. She swallowed hard before replying. “That’s a good idea, Sir.”

  “Are you working it inside your hole?” he asked.

  “I’m trying, Sir.” She pushed against the tight muscles, gathering up the courage to actually do it.

  “Just do it, angel. If I was there, I’d have more than my finger up your ass by now.”

  She imagined his cock pushing…demanding entrance and the butterflies in her stomach multiplied. She closed her eyes tight and thrust her finger past the tight barrier. A hoarse moan escaped her throat. “Oh! I did it, Sir!”

  “Excellent, angel. I knew you could do it. Now, work your finger around. Tell me how it feels.”

  She wiggled her finger, dared to slide it part of the way out and back in. She’d never dreamed that area could be so sensitive. “It feels good, Sir. Really, really good.” She focused all her thoughts on the area. “It makes me weak, but horny, Sir. It’s hard to explain.”

  “I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying it. Does it hurt to have your finger there?”

  “No, Sir. It feels…good. I never knew….”

  “That’s what this is about, angel, expanding your knowledge.”

  “Is that a pun, Sir?”

  He chuckled. “Yes, unintentional but a pun. I think you’re having too much fun without me. Take your finger out now and put some lube on the plug.”

  Carrie obeyed, coating the plug liberally with lube. “Ready, Sir.”

  “Resume your position. Place the plug against the hole, but don’t push it in until I tell you to.”

  Again, she closed her eyes, mimicking her dungeon experience. She didn’t think she would have to nerve to do this with her eyes open, even knowing no one witnessed her actions. “Ready, Sir.”

  “You sound out of breath. Does this arouse you?”

  Her breasts tingled, and the butterflies in her stomach fluttered with anticipation rather than anxiety. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

  “I’m nervous and excited. When I close my eyes, I’m in the Dungeon with you. I can imagine you standing over me, waiting and watching to see me do this.”

  “Do what, angel? Say it. You’re going to have to get over your shyness. When we’re together, most of the time I can see for myself what you’re feeling, but over the phone, I have to rely on your words and your honesty.”

  He was right. If she wanted this to work, she needed to get over her shyness. Her face flamed, but she said the words he wanted to hear. “Watching me insert a butt plug, Sir.”

  “Much better. Now, tell me how that feels against your hole.”

  “It’s cold…and hard. Wet.”

  “And do you want to push your hips back against it?”

  “Yes, Sir. I want that very much. I’m not sure if I’m going to like it. I think I might, based on how my finger felt, but it still feels um…taboo? I think that’s what I’m trying to say.”

  “Anything else, angel?”

  “Yes.” She hesitated then decided on honesty. “My pussy aches for your cock, Sir.”

  “That’s good to hear.” The sincerity in his voice reminded her of warm, reassuring stroke along her spine. “My cock aches for your pussy and your ass. As a matter of fact, I’m stroking it right now.”

  Oh, God. She was dying of horniness, and he was getting himself off. Her mind blanked on a response. “Uhh….”

  “Don’t worry, little one. Once the plug is in, I’ll see to your pleasure, too.”

  “Thank you, Sir. I don’t think I can make it until you come home.” Or even the next few minutes.

  “You can, and you will. Tonight is special. It’s your first time to wear a plug, so I’ll grant you an orgasm to celebrate. But the rest of the week, the no touching rule applies. If you’re horny and think you might touch yourself, call me immediately. Under no circumstances are you to pleasure yourself.”

  “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

  “Good. Now, press harder so just the tip goes in. Tell me how it feels.”

  She pressed the plug against her anus. The tight muscles gave way, and she eased the tip of the plug inside.

  “It’s…in, Sir. It feels, so…oh….” She struggled to recover her equilibrium, her breaths reduced to short, ineffective pants. Weakness stole over her body. And this was only a small plug. Oh God, what would it be like to have Master’s cock inside her? “I can hardly breathe, Sir,” she managed between panicky gasps.

  “Press it all the way in now—hard.”

  She took a shuddering breath and pressed hard. The plug slipped deep, the tight ring of muscles closing around the shaft.

  She grasped the headboard with both hands and held on tight. “Oh, God! It’s in. It feels…I don’t know…Oh, God.” She was babbling, but she couldn’t help it. The feelings were too much, too overwhelming to keep inside. “I’m weak, Sir. I think all my muscles have turned to jelly. And I’m horny. So damned horny. I need you.”

  “Is your hand still on the plug?” he asked with a matter of fact voice that coaxed her to come down from the adrenaline mountaintop.

  “No, Sir. Please…I need.” Her arms trembled. She couldn’t remember a time she was this desperate for release.

  “Shh. Calm down. Breathe, angel. Relax. Concentrate on the plug. Feel it. Tell me what I would see if I was looking at your ass right now.”

  His calm voice was better than any mood-altering drug. She drew oxygen into her lungs, letting it out slowly. She could do this, but only because he believed she could.

  “The plug. The base. It lays flat against my cheeks like one of those brass brads, only its pink plastic. I wish…I wish you could see it, Sir.”

  “Take a picture with the phone and send it to me.”

  Carrie froze. She’d heard the stories—people sexting their lovers and the photos going viral.

  “Now, angel. I want to see your ass.”

  “Sir….”

  “You don’t trust me, angel? Your ass is mine, and if and when I show it to someone else, that will be my decision—not yours. Now hold the camera up to your ass and snap the photo.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her fingers were clumsy on the tiny controls. It took three tries to get a
decent picture, but the end result was more erotic than she’d thought possible. That it was her ass in the photo filled her with pride. Master would love it!

  “Beautiful, angel. Your ass is simply beautiful. You don’t have any idea how hard I got imagining the plug in your ass, but this photo…it brings me to my knees.”

  Her breath caught. To hear him so candidly admit how she affected him empowered and confirmed she’d made the right decision submitting to him. Her earlier uncertainty seemed ridiculous, but what was done, was done.

  “Your hesitation to follow my instructions will be punished when I return. I promised you release earlier, and I won’t go back on my promise. But understand, your disobedience will be punished.”

  “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

  “I hear the arousal in your voice. Is that for the orgasm I promised, or the punishment?”

  “Both, Sir. I just wish you were here to give them to me in person.”

  “I wish that were possible, but it’s not. Brace yourself on the headboard again. Put your heels together and spread your knees. Then I want you to sit back so your ass rests on your feet.”

  Carrie got into position. “I’m ready, Sir.”

  “How does it feel?”

  Sexy. Naughty. “My pussy feels exposed, and my heels put pressure on the plug, Sir. It feels like you’re there, pushing it inside me.”

  “Good. That’s just what I was hoping you would say. I want you to touch yourself now. Wet your fingers, but don’t put them inside. Touch your clit—nothing else.”

  She swiped her fingers along her slit, coating her clit with her juices. “I’m touching it, Sir.”

  “Take another picture. I want to see.”

  This time she didn’t hesitate. She snapped the photo and sent it quickly.

  “Lovely. You’re very wet. That pleases me. Now I want you to work your clit. Press down on it, move your fingers in a circular motion. Do it over and over. Talk to me. Tell me how it feels.”

  For a woman who made her living stringing words together into coherent, meaningful sentences, she could barely get single syllables from her brain to her lips. “This…wicked…um…oh my! Sir…I…ohhh….”

  “Move your hips. Feel the plug.”

  She rocked her pelvis, grinding her ass cheeks against her heels. The plug shifted and her clit throbbed in time with each forward thrust. “Uuhhh…Ahh…Oh, fuck, that feels good, Sir. The plug… moving inside… Ohh. Sir. No idea… so much…. Full. Possessed. Weak and…powerful…at the same time.”

  “Work your clit, angel. Come for me.”

  In a matter of seconds, she came. Her inner muscles clamped down on her empty pussy, working the plug lying so close inside her.

  “Let me hear you, angel. I need to know what you’re feeling.”

  A garbled scream worked past her lips “Ohh…fuck that feels…so good.”

  “That’s it, angel. Ride it out. More pressure on your clit. Draw it out, sweetheart.”

  The orgasm ravaged her body like a summer storm, leaving her wet and completely wrung out. “Sir,” she sighed, the last tremors rocking her body.

  “You are simply magnificent, angel. Thank you. I came with you, you know. I couldn’t help it. Because of you, I’ve got cum all over me.”

  She smiled at the teasing tone of his voice. She’d pleased her Master. Warmth spread through her body and, along with it, a bone-deep fatigue. She picked the phone up and was surprised to see how shaky her hands were.

  “I’d lick it off for you if I could,” she said, meaning it with all her heart. She had no qualms about serving him in any way he would permit her.

  “You’re a naughty little angel, aren’t you?” His laugh was rich and deep. “If you were here, I’d rub your face in it, then I’d fuck your mouth until I came again.” He sighed.

  “A cum facial, Sir?”

  He laughed, and she wished she could see the smile on his face from her joke.

  “We’ll save that for another time,” he said with a soft chuckle. “For now, you need your sleep, and so do I. Slide your feet out from under you and pull the covers over your body. Sleep well. In the morning, you can apply more lube and remove the plug. Then you can cleanse yourself. Until then, I want you to sleep surrounded by the smell of your arousal, knowing I gave you the gift of release. Good night, angel.”

  “Goodnight, Sir.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Good God.

  Jason sat naked on the sofa, his legs spread wide. His cock was still semi-hard against his cum-spattered stomach. Shit. The woman was abso-fucking perfect. It was tempting to look at the photos again, but like he’d told her, they both needed rest. He headed toward the shower, all the time wondering how the hell he was supposed to sleep after the most incredible phone sex he’d ever had.

  Hot water only brought images of Carrie’s luscious body to mind. He’d take her every which way and then some if she’d been there in his shower. He rinsed off and finished up with a blast of cold water. It helped but didn’t completely obliterate her from his mind. Over the last few weeks, he’d given up trying to block her from his thoughts. It wasn’t going to happen. She was the first thing he thought about when he woke up, and the last when he crawled into bed at night. He couldn’t believe how quickly she’d come to mean so much to him. No other woman had ever done it. She’d changed his life, pure and simple.

  He slipped naked between the sheets, images of Carrie, real and imagined, played through his mind. When sleep claimed him, she was right there with him.

  He managed to be ready when Jeff arrived the following morning. Old habits were hard to break—like sharing a ride to the airport with his brother for the team’s frequent road trips.

  He handed his bag to the limo driver and slid into the backseat. He’d never seen his brother as happy as he’d been these last few months. Shortly after his return to the active roster, Megan announced she was pregnant. Ever since, Jeff had walked around with a permanent grin on his face and today was no exception.

  “Man, you look like shit,” Jeff said by way of greeting.

  “Yeah, and you look like you just got laid.”

  “Maybe I did.” He waggled his eyebrows. Accompanied by the ever-present grin, it was more than Jason could take that early in the morning.

  “Can it or I’ll tell your wife you’re bragging again.”

  Jeff’s face sobered. Jason only felt a little bad about ruining his brother’s good mood.

  “I only brag to you. She wouldn’t mind,” he said. “What’s wrong with you this morning?”

  Jason stared out the side window, letting the question hang in the air. He knew what was wrong. He missed Carrie, and he hadn’t even left town yet. “Do you miss Megan on the road trips?”

  “Hell, yeah,” Jeff said. “I’ve tried to get her to come along, but the damned stubborn woman isn’t going to quit her job until right before the baby comes.”

  Stubborn women. He’d never let Carrie work…. Ah, shit. What am I doing? He barely knew the woman, and his imagination was ordering her pregnant self to quit her job. He didn’t even know what the fuck she did for a living. Jeff elbowed him in the ribs, snapping him back to the present.

  “You used to miss her, too,” Jeff said, reminding Jason of when they’d first met Megan and the three of them had tried to make a relationship work. During that time, he had missed her when they’d been from her, but those memories didn’t compare to the current empty feeling in his gut. This was so much more, like he was leaving a part of him behind.

  “I did. I still miss her in my own way. You’re a lucky man,” he said, keeping up his end of the conversation.

  “I am,” Jeff said. “No two ways about it.”

  There were disadvantages to having a twin, and one was the way Jeff sensed things about Jason without him saying a word. He could feel his brother studying him. “Leave it alone, bro.”

  “This new woman has you all tied up, doesn’t she?” Jeff asked then quick
ly corrected himself. “Or rather, you’ve got her all tied up. Which is it?”

  “Just shut the fuck up, will you? I miss her.”

  “It’s only a few days, and there are these things called phones.” He pulled his cell from his pocket and held it out. “If you both have one, you can talk to each other from anywhere in the world.”

  “Aren’t you the comic this morning?” Jason smiled at Jeff’s attempt to drag him out of the funk he’d been in since he went to bed alone the night before. He batted Jeff’s hand away. “Put that thing away before I shove it up your ass.”

  “That’s better.” He pocketed his cell phone. “I know how you feel, bro. Being away from my wife is hell, but I talk to her when I can, and focus on how good it’s going to feel to hold her again when I get home. It keeps me going.”

  “I know. But you’ve had more practice at this than me. Give me a break.”

  “She makes you happy.”

  Jason nodded and looked at his brother. “Yeah, she does. I’ve never been happier, and to tell you the truth, it scares the hell out of me.”

  “Well, whatever it is she does to you, I hope it continues. Your game is way up, bro. Keep it up, and you’ll break the homerun record this season.”

  “I could,” he said, smiling. “Wouldn’t that be something?”

  “Sure would. I don’t know if I have a shot at any records after the stunt I pulled last season, messing up my elbow, but it would be nice if at least one of us got in the record books.”

  Yeah, wouldn’t that be a kicker? “Don’t sell yourself short. Your arm is better than new. If you don’t go all soft when the kid gets here, you have a shot at the record books and the Hall of Fame.”

  The flight was undoubtedly the longest of his life. He palmed the cell phone, flipping it over and over in his hand, wishing he could power it up and check for messages. Carrie hadn’t called before they’d boarded the plane. If the scene they’d played out last night had affected her as much as it had him, he hoped she was sleeping in.

  He turned on his phone the moment the wheels touched the runway and hung back while the others filed up the aisle and off the plane. Bringing up the rear, he listened to the voice message.