Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball) Page 6
Her knees were shaky, and she wasn’t overly steady in the best of times in high heels, but sensing he expected her to be strong, she focused on regaining her balance. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir, for your support.”
He set her away from him, though one palm remained on the curve of her hip. “I’ll always take care of you. I can and will push your limits, but I’ll always have your safety and pleasure in mind.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I can smell your arousal, girl.” His hand moved between her legs, cupping her sex. As his hand met her swollen flesh, she gasped. “Lovely. You’re wet for me.” His fingers flickered through her folds, found her opening, and tunneled inside. “Tight. Excellent.” He wiggled his fingers, discovering the spot inside she knew from self-exploration would bring her to orgasm with a minimum of attention. “You want to come, don’t you?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
“Yes, Sir.” She barely got the words out on a whisper.
His fingers abruptly left her and she cried out.
“Not today.”
He switched hands—the one between her legs replacing the one on her hip, which slipped across her stomach to the small patch of trimmed hair on her mound. She bit her bottom lip as he explored until he found her clit, pinching it hard. She groaned at the delicious bite of pain that was gone too soon.
“On your knees.” He helped her to the floor, and when she was situated, the scrape of a chair filled the air, and she sensed he sat facing her.
“I’m very pleased, girl,” he said, his voice coming from directly in front—not from above as before but more in line with her diminished height. “I realize I have an unfair advantage in that I can see every inch of your lovely body while you’re deprived of assessing me in the same way. Physical attraction is a powerful and meaningful part of any successful relationship. I know you don’t understand the reason I’ve forbidden you to look at me, but one day I’ll explain. If you would like to hear the rest of my terms, then I’ll continue. Afterwards, if you still wish to establish this relationship, I’ll strip and allow you to explore my body with your hands. That should put to rest any questions you have regarding my fitness. Would you like to hear the terms of our relationship?”
Her hands itched to touch this man, whoever he was. She no longer cared she couldn’t see him. He’d demonstrated his ability to master her in a few short minutes, and if he asked her right now to lie back and spread her legs so he could fuck her, she would gladly do it. Talk about a blind date. This was beyond fucked-up, but she loved it.
“Yes, Sir. I would like to hear the terms under which I might serve you.”
“Excellent. These are my terms, in a nutshell. You’ll find them all spelled out on a document waiting for you at the front desk. Pick it up on your way out tonight, and read it over carefully. If you have questions, there’s an email address you may use to contact me. Feel free to ask me anything. It’s my job to see that you understand what you’re agreeing to. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Okay, then. Rule number one, our outside lives will not be discussed until such time as I deem it prudent to do so. You may of course contact me if you’re going out of town or have obligations that prevent you from fulfilling my instructions. My job takes me out of town frequently, for up to two weeks at a time. I’ll make sure you know my schedule, but only as it pertains to our relationship.
“Rule number two, I’ll email you with instructions on what you’re to wear and at what time you’re to meet me here. You’ll follow my instructions to the letter, and when I arrive, you’ll be as you are now, waiting for me.
“Rule number three, You’ll address me as Master or Sir.
“Rule number four, You’ll provide me with a safe word, and if you use it during a scene, all play will stop immediately. We’ll discuss at that time whatever caused you to safe word out. I promise to respect your hard limits, but I will push your soft limits every chance I get. I would never discourage you from using your safe word, but I do urge you to think very hard before you use it.
“Rule number five, if you agree to this relationship, you’ll have no right to deny me use of your body. I don’t care if you have cramps, you’re bleeding, or if you have a fucking headache. It doesn’t matter to me. There will be times when I’ll bring you here for no other reason than to fuck you. I promise to see to your pleasure before or after I take my own, but you will orgasm. I’ll see to it. I’ll achieve this by any means I deem necessary or pleasurable at the time. Be aware, that may include the use of any manner of toys or available dungeon equipment. By agreeing to this relationship, you agree to this as well.
“And, the final rule, rule number six. You, at no time will remove your blindfold until I have left you. When I leave the room, you’ll be on your knees as you are now, and after counting slowly to ten, you may remove the blindfold, dress, and leave.
“Do you have any questions?”
Her head spun. The only question in her mind was the one that formed when he said he would strip and let her touch him. “May I touch you now, Sir?”
Chapter Six
Jason groaned. He’d just given her a list of rules most women would have slapped his face for, right before they stormed out of the room. But not this one. His admiration for her swelled along with his cock. He stood, unzipped his pants as much to relieve the pressure as to remove them. “A promise is a promise.”
He shucked his clothes, draping them over the chair he’d moved back to its spot in the corner. It was well designed, perfect for restraining a sub, sturdy enough to do the job and allow for all manner of wicked activities at the same time. He’d have to give it some thought.
He ran a hand over his face and took a centering breath. Her scent lingered on his hand. Damn. She’d gotten to him like no other woman ever had, and now he was going to let her touch him? His dick was so hard, he was sure he’d go off like a rocket at her first touch. He glanced over his shoulder. She waited for him, still in her subservient pose—perfect in every way. He went through his pre-batting ritual three more times before he moved to stand before her.
“Let me help you up,” he said, reaching for her.
“Please, Sir, I’d like to start at your feet if that meets with your approval.”
He reached for her, dragging her up by her armpits. “No. It doesn’t meet with my approval. I won’t allow you to decide how we go about things. Not now. Not ever. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I meant no offense.”
“Apology accepted. You may touch me now with your hands only. Don’t touch my cock until I tell you to.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She reached a hand out and touched his chest, measuring the distance between them before taking a tentative step closer.
He closed his eyes, absorbing the shock of her touch, reveling in the flowery scent that seemed perfect for her. He’d never look at a rose the same way again. Damn, this was so not a good idea. He forced his eyes open. He needed to observe, see her reaction to his body as she trailed her hands up and over his shoulders, kneading and testing each defined muscle. He managed to remain still while she explored his upper body, front and back, his face, arms and hands. When she traced the long scar down the middle of his chest with her fingertip, he froze. A frown turned her lips down and wrinkled her forehead.
“What are you thinking, girl?”
“What happened, Sir?”
He never talked about his scar with anyone, but he saw no reason not to tell her how he’d acquired it. There were only a handful of people in the world who knew the whole story, and they kept quiet at his insistence, so the information wouldn’t be an automatic connection to his identity.
“Heart surgery when I was a kid,” he said.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No need to be. It only made me stronger.”
“I’m glad, Sir. Your body is magnificent. I’m honored you have asked me to serve you.”
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��Your opinion pleases me. For that, you may continue. Anywhere except my cock.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Her smile sent a fresh supply of blood rushing to his groin.
He steeled himself for her continued exploration. When she had worked her way to his feet, he laughed when she urged him to lift first one foot then the other, so she could explore the soles. “You’re very thorough.”
“Thank you, Sir. I want to know every part of your body as well as you will know mine.”
“That’s an admirable goal, and one I’ll take into consideration. For now, you may touch my cock and balls. Hands only,” he cautioned. Lord help him, he prayed, giving no thought to whether such a prayer was appropriate or not. Her soft hands sought him out, one closing around his cock, the other around his sac. He called up batting stats on every single member of the Yankees in an effort to distract himself from her touch. He didn’t make it through the first batter in the order before he grabbed both her wrists and squeezed. “Enough.”
She released him, but he held her tight.
“There’s one more place you haven’t explored, and since you expressed a desire to know my body as well as I know yours, then I think you should explore it today.”
The moment she comprehended his meaning, that lovely pink blush covered every inch of her skin. Oh, he was going to love putting that color on her, in so many wicked ways. He gathered both her wrists in one hand and turned around.
“Use your left hand to spread my cheeks, and give me your right,” he commanded. When she hesitated, he yanked on her right arm, bringing it around to his chest. He dropped his voice an octave, “Spread my ass cheeks, girl.”
Her left hand trembled as she followed his instructions. He sucked her thumb into his mouth, moistening it with his tongue then guided the wet digit behind him. “Touch my asshole.”
“Yes, Sir.”
As she pressed tentatively against his hole, he forgot to breathe. His stomach muscles clenched while she ventured into virgin territory for both of them. He’d never allowed another person to touch him there, but when she’d explored his ass, obviously avoiding anything between his cheeks, he’d made up his mind to test her one more time before he let her go.
“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He stepped out of her reach and was instantly aware of how much he’d enjoyed her touch.
“No, Sir. I’ve never….”
He turned and helped her back to her knees. “I know. That’s no excuse for your hesitation. If you hesitate to follow any of my orders again, be prepared to safe word out of the scene or accept punishment for insubordination. I decide what you will and will not do. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“In the future, remember, if your action will require you to apologize to me, the only apology I’ll accept will be to punish you. I never want to hear the words, “I’m sorry,” from your lips, ever again.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’re through today. I know you wanted to come—” And God only knew he desperately needed to himself—“but your orgasms aren’t mine yet. Once you sign the contract waiting at the desk, then all your orgasms will belong to me. I suggest you take care of your needs before you sign the contract, otherwise, be prepared to accept whatever punishment I deal you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He gathered his clothes and dressed, carefully zipping his jeans over his erection. He could smell her arousal from where he stood, and it was all he could do to keep from breaking his own rules and taking her right then and there. A few short minutes ago, he’d been prepared to let her go if she couldn’t accept his conditions. There was something about her that called to him, awakened him inside like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Maybe it was the way she called him sir, submissive but with a hint of her inner strength, or maybe it was the way she held herself, shoulders squared yet head bowed. Whatever it was, he wanted it, wanted her.
He stood over her, hoping and praying she would sign the contract. “Read it carefully. You’ll also find a set of instructions for tomorrow evening, provided you sign before then. The email address you may use to contact me is on the cover letter. If you have any questions, I’ll be available tonight and tomorrow morning to answer them.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Walking away unsatisfied, and leaving her unsatisfied, was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. It was beyond stupid, but he pulled his car around into a space across the street from the Dungeon and waited for her to come out. His need to see her existed on several levels. First, he wanted to make sure she was all right, that she hadn’t broken down after he left. They’d done virtually nothing, but still, he felt bad that he hadn’t cared for her as well as he could have. If she signed the contract, he would make sure it never happened again.
Secondly…well, hell. He just wanted to see her. He wanted to see the way she walked, see how she carried herself in the vanilla world, see what kind of car she drove. He wanted to know everything there was to know about her. That his need violated Rule Number One, at least in spirit, did nothing to change his immediate course. Even though she hadn’t signed the contract, he felt a responsibility toward her all ready. He’d just watch and make sure she was okay. Really.
The door opened, and she strolled out, her head held high, her shoulders back in that I-am-woman attitude he admired. Her fuck-me pumps dangled from the fingers of her left hand, along with a large brown envelope he recognized. She was taking the contract home with her. That was a good sign. But she shouldn’t be walking across the parking lot barefoot. He should spank that perfect round ass of hers for doing something so stupid, but he couldn’t very well do that without admitting to watching her leave.
She aimed a remote key fob toward a late model silver Beamer and slipped into the driver’s seat. He clutched his steering wheel in a white-knuckle grip to keep from starting his car and following her. He already knew more about her than he needed. Whatever she did in the real world, it paid well. Her car was expensive, and he’d seen enough women’s clothes to know what little she wore didn’t come cheap either. When her car was out of site, he relaxed his hold and started his car. He made it home, driving practically on autopilot, his thoughts still back at the Dungeon and the submissive who had the power to bring him to his knees.
* * *
She reached for the wine bottle then abruptly switched gears, selecting a diet soda from the refrigerator instead. Her hand trembled, so she set the can on the counter to open it. It was incredible to believe, but she’d only been gone a little over an hour, and most of that had been the trip to and from the Dungeon.
The whole scene, from the time she’d met Todd to the moment her mystery Dom had left had taken around half an hour.
And she was still shaking from the encounter.
She sank onto the sofa and stared at the envelope on the coffee table. She had every intention of reading the contract, but realistically, unless there was something truly shocking in there, she would sign it. Her whole body ached from the physical strain, as well as the sexual. Something about the man made her hormones stand up and sing, or kneel and beg as the case may be. She lifted the soda to her lips and frowned.
Good Lord. She’d managed to drain the entire can without conscious thought, all the while staring at the envelope. She set the empty can aside and picked up the contract. Her hands were steadier, but her body still hummed with sexual tension. For a moment, she considered doing something about it as he’d suggested, but that somehow felt like cheating. In her heart and mind, she’d already signed the contract. Her orgasms were his.
She slipped the papers from the envelope, reading the cover letter first. If she agreed, he would see her tomorrow night. The hour he named was very late, but she could do that. She would nap in the early evening, so she would be rested. As a matter of fact, his orders directed her to do just that. As her Dom, he’d necessarily have a measure of control over portions of her ordinary life, too, as
it pertained to their relationship. That would take some getting used to, but since she’d thought of the nap idea before reading his order to do so, she agreed it was in her own best interest.
After reading through the remainder of his instructions regarding their meeting tomorrow, she turned to the first page of the contract.
Clearly, Master Jason was a detail-oriented person. Several times, a full-body blush covered her skin as she read the frank descriptions of the kind of things he promised to do to her, and the things he expected of her.
She amended her assessment. He was detail-oriented and uncompromising.
She briefly reconsidered the wine she’d passed on then decided she needed a clear head. She recognized a bit of herself in the attention to details. In her line of work, details were everything. As embarrassing as it was to read every minute detail of her sexual future with this man, it was arousing, too. Only a few pages into the contract, and she wished she’d done something to relieve the stress earlier. There was even a brief paragraph covering getting herself off.
“You will not, under any circumstances, touch yourself in a sexual manner when I’m not present, or without my expressed verbal or written orders to do so. You will not bring yourself to orgasm by any means if I am not present, or without my expressed verbal or written orders. Breach of this clause will result in the punishment of my choice.”
A shiver chased up her spine just reading the clause. She had no doubt he would know what she’d done before she found the words to tell him.
So, no. She wouldn’t touch herself tonight, and she would make sure to place her vibrator well out of reach when she went to bed. Besides, no self-inflicted orgasm would be as good as what he could give her. She would wait. After all, how hard could it be to exist in a state of sexual arousal for twenty-four hours?
* * *
She was freakin’ going to die. She’d never been so horny as to be in actual pain before. The previous night, she’d forced herself to go to bed without signing the contract, and after reading it again earlier this morning, she hadn’t hesitated to sign it.