Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball) Page 12

  “Good morning, Sir.” There was a long pause followed by a sigh, as though she wasn’t sure she should say what she was feeling. “I miss you.”

  Damn. The hitch in her voice when she’d said those three little words kicked him in the gut. When he caught his breath, a thrill shot through him. Maybe he wasn’t in this alone. Maybe she felt the same way he did. That thought brought a smile to his face while he stood in line to board the bus that would take them first to their hotel, and then to the stadium for tonight’s game.

  “Hey, Jase.”

  He looked around for the man belonging to the familiar voice. The short stop, Tanner Haverford, grinned knowingly.

  “There’s only one thing that will put a smile like that on a guy’s face.”

  He lifted his middle finger at his teammate. “Fuck off, Tanner.” He stepped out of line and turned his back to the guys so he could concentrate on Carrie’s message.

  “Thank you for last night. I…well, it was more than I expected. In a good way,” she added hastily.

  He couldn’t help it, he smiled again. Last night had been more than he’d expected, too.

  “I did what you said, Sir. I waited until this morning to remove the plug. It still takes my breath away when I think of it inside me. I don’t know how to explain it, Sir. It makes me feel, vulnerable like I’m giving you more of myself than before. That’s a good thing. I wasn’t sure about anal play, but last night changed my mind. Once I got past my fear of the plug, I realized how good it felt, and…I felt how much you care for me. It made me all warm inside, knowing you went to so much trouble to do this for me.”

  He braced one hand against the side of the bus for support. He dropped his chin to his chest and concentrated on breathing while he listened to the rest of the message.

  “I can’t wait to give you that part of me, Sir. Please tell me you’ll be home soon. I ache for you.”

  Holy shit. He saved the message so he could listen to it again, then walked around the corner of the bus out of sight. He parked his ass against the back of the bus with his legs spread for support. Damn. How the hell did I get so lucky? He sucked in a deep breath and willed his cock to stand down. The last thing he needed was to walk down the center aisle of the bus with a hard-on. These might be his friends, but they were also grown men with the maturity of adolescents. Traveling with them wasn’t all that much different than a road trip to an away game with a bunch of high school jocks.

  The back of his head hit the bus with an audible thunk. Closing his eyes, he focused on the new distraction. If that didn’t work, he might just lie under the bus and let it roll over him. Anything was better than the ribbing he’d take if he stepped onboard in his present condition.

  Jeff poked his head around the corner. “You coming?”

  “Yeah. Give me a minute.”

  His brother smirked. “She really does have you hooked.” He shook his head. “Man, I never thought I’d see the day.”

  Jason straightened, adjusting his clothes. For once, he was grateful for the team’s travel dress code. The loose fitting trousers and coat would cover the evidence at this stage, where jeans wouldn’t.

  “Look who’s talking.” He clamped a hand on Jeff’s shoulder and steered him toward the front of the bus. “Megan’s going to have you changing diapers before you know it. I’d pay to see that—from a safe distance, of course.”

  * * *

  “Fuckin’ asshole,” Jason muttered. He threw his batting helmet across the dugout. That last pitch had not been a strike. He didn’t care what the idiot umpire said. He had more hours behind the plate than that yahoo, and he knew when a pitch was out of the strike zone and when it wasn’t.

  Jerking his batting gloves off, one finger at time, he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I hope someone’s taking good care of his Seeing Eye dog while he’s at work.”

  His teammates chuckled. They knew. They understood.

  “Calm down, son. This isn’t the image you want the world to see.” The team manager, Doyle Walker stepped up, putting himself between Jason and the TV cameras that were surely trained on him in hopes of capturing a player meltdown. “You know clips like that never die. The networks will play it a million times, then when you die they’ll drag it out again and play it in the middle of your memorial tribute.”

  His shoulders slumped. “I know. But Rankin is blind as a bat. Everyone knows it. I don’t know why the league keeps hiring him back, year after year.”

  “Some things just defy explanation. Remember, you have to go back out there and work with the man. I’m not saying he would, but he could take it out on our pitchers if you cross him.”

  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 tha
t 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.”