Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball) Page 7

  Done. He was officially her Master. And she needed to come so damned bad.

  She couldn’t wait for him to touch her again—this time with no obstacles between them. Lord, his hands were strong, his touch gentle but firm. She closed her eyes and flexed her hands, remembering the lines of his body. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man. His skin was as smooth as the fondant on one of Brooke’s cakes, flowing seamlessly over his tall frame and roped muscles.

  She sighed, melting into the sofa. Yeah, he was worth waiting for.

  She added his email address to her contact list and fired off her first cyber correspondence with him, letting her new Master know she’d signed the contract. Her fingers itched to tell him how horny she was, but she couldn’t. His reply stunned her.

  To: carrie.s.t.@infomail.com

  From:MasterJ@infomail.com

  Subject: Your disobedience

  I’m very pleased you signed the contract. Right now, your pussy is wet and aching, as I am positive you did not take my suggestion to heart about finding relief before signing the contract. From now on, you will follow my instructions, and yes, suggestions are the same as instructions, verbal or written, to the letter. It is too late now — you signed the contract. Be prepared tonight to accept your punishment for not heeding my instructions, and for depriving me of the pleasure of hearing how you accomplished it. Your orgasm will have to wait yet another day. My disappointment knows no bounds, as I was looking forward to both the recounting, and the experience of your first orgasm as my sub.

  MasterJ

  She wiped angry tears from her cheeks. How she was going to make it yet another day in her state of need? It had never occurred to her that he wanted her to get herself off, that he expected her to tell him about the experience before he allowed her to come for him. She thought back over his words the night before and wondered how in heaven’s name she was supposed to know a suggestion was the same as an order. She wasn’t a mind reader.

  As the hours passed, she contemplated retrieving her vibrator and using it. He wouldn’t know when she used it, but she had no doubt he would know she had. Then she would have to tell him the truth, because thanks to her coloring, she couldn’t lie worth a damn.

  Frustrated, she could think of only one thing to take her mind off her body, and that was work. Her deadline to turn in an article loomed like a monster on a leash. She might get by with being a day or two late, but if she wanted to continue picking her own stories to investigate, then she couldn’t afford even the appearance of tardiness. The competition for column inches and headlines was cutthroat. Someone always had a hot story, just waiting for the right time to fill the void; in hopes of stealing someone else’s allotted space. The one she was working on was important. Corruption within the local housing authority was depriving needy people of a chance at affordable housing. If the bureaucrats in charge continued to allocate rent-controlled units to their friends with the means to pay market value, pretty soon everyone on a limited income would be homeless.

  Tonight, she would find a way to voice her concerns to Him, but until then…She opened her data file and set to work. There’s nothing like exposing corruption and slaying low-life, morally bankrupt slime balls via the media to take your mind off your troubles.

  * * *

  Jason moved the cursor to hover over the send button, a smile on his lips as he clicked the mouse and sent the message on its way to his sub. He’d spent a hellish night, wondering whether she would sign the contract or not, and if not, whether he would contact her to find out why. He’d woken to find an email in the special account he’d set up to communicate with Carrie, and found he couldn’t sit still. She was his.

  As exciting as that was, he’d hoped for a more pleasurable first night together, but she’d managed to disobey him already. Denying her an orgasm for another day might seem cruel, but it was important they began the way they planned to continue. When he told her to do something, he expected her to do it. Of course, that didn’t mean he had to deny himself. No, he’d find a way to satisfy his needs and still get his point across.

  The Mustangs had scheduled a late game, and he wasn’t required to be at the stadium for hours. Sitting around sexually frustrated wasn’t an option. A few minutes later, he jogged away from his house, breaking into a full run when he reached the pedestrian path in the park around the corner. He used the time to focus on tonight’s game. The season was young, and though his head was filled with stats on all the veteran players, every team had acquired a new crop of rookies he needed to learn.

  He ran his usual five-mile loop, returning home tired but more relaxed. After a shower and drinking about a gallon of water to rehydrate, he headed for the stadium. A little time in the batting cage and an hour or so studying videotapes of the rookies the Mustangs might face tonight would keep him busy until the rest of the team arrived for batting practice and the pre-game warm-up.

  * * *

  Fuck. He spun in the batter’s box. Nothing but air. That was fucking wonderful in basketball, but in baseball—not so much. He’d come into the game feeling great. On the last road trip, he’d hit pretty well, or at least better than he had been, and with the prospect of his sub waiting for him, he had every reason to expect a good batting game tonight. His third at-bat, and he was down to his last strike.

  He leaned back on his left foot, still outside the chalk line, and took a centering breath. This couldn’t fucking be happening to him. Hell, there were kids in the stands who could hit this pitcher. Even the players with splinters in their asses could do it, so why couldn’t he? Shaking off the doubts, he swung his foot into the box and raised the bat to his shoulder.

  Bring it on, asshole. The pitch went wide. Jason relaxed. If the bastard thought he would swing at something like that, then he had another think coming. He might not be able to hit worth shit, but he damned well knew a bad pitch when he saw one.

  The next pitch would have taken his kneecap off if he hadn’t gotten out of the box in time. What the fuck? He took his time getting back into the box. Shit. There wasn’t any need to mess with his head, it was fucked up enough all on its own.

  The pitch flew like a missile on a mission. He shifted his weight. Every muscle in his body coiled then released energy. He swung the bat in an arc that should have brought wood and leather together in a violent collision.

  “Steeeeriiiike three!” the umpire yelled, punctuating the call with a dramatic hand signal Jason would appreciate if he’d been catching rather than batting.

  He racked his bat and helmet and reached for his water bottle. Todd motioned for him to join him on the far end of the bench. After wiping sweat from his face, Jason slung the towel over his shoulder and joined his friend.

  “Want to talk about it?”

  “Not in particular.” Jason wiped his brow again.

  “You’ll fix it,” Todd prophesied. “One of these days.”

  Jason spoke, his gaze fixed on the batter in the on-deck circle, silently wishing him better luck. They could use a man on base right now. “After last week, I thought I had.”

  “Did you get the contract?”

  He ignored Todd’s question, buckling his shin guards in place when the count went to two strikes on the batter. He pulled the chest protector over his head but didn’t buckle it. “Uh huh. This morning.”

  “Congratulations. When does it take affect?”

  He shook his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “Tonight, after the game.” He checked the scoreboard for the count. “Do you always talk in secret code?”

  “Nah, only when I want to. I don’t really care who knows, but you do.”

  “Yeah.” He leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs. “I do. Thanks for setting this up for me. I think it’s going to work out just fine.”

  “Glad to hear it,” Todd said. “If you have questions, just ask. I’ve fucked up enough times, I can relate to just about anything.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” he a
dmitted. “Fucking up.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Keep your ears and mind open. If you listen with those instead of your dick, you’ll be fine.”

  Chapter Seven

  As Jason watched his new sub through the glass, he took a few moments to get his head screwed on right. She’d followed his instructions to the letter. Wearing white lace panties and bra, she looked like an angel, minus the wings. He would have to reward her before he took her to task for disobeying him yesterday.

  After tonight’s game, nothing would please him more than to give this angel an orgasm she’d never forget then sink his cock into her heavenly heat. But that wasn’t going to happen. No orgasm for her, and the one he planned for himself, while fun, would be nowhere near as satisfying as he hoped. He reminded himself he was in this to build a lasting relationship, and in the grand scheme of things, one more day wasn’t much to set the right tone. A solid foundation would stand the test of time.

  He closed the curtains, affording them privacy. He stripped, folding his clothes and stacking them neatly out of the way, all the time, she remained silent and motionless in the center of the room. He circled around her, admiring the straight line of her back, the curve of her ass, and the pink pads of her toes. No stilettos tonight—or ever again. She wore them to impress last night, but he preferred his women barefoot. She’d be much more stable on her feet for some of the things he had in mind, and she looked softer, more obedient somehow, without the spiked heels.

  He admired her breasts. He gave them a squeeze. “Beautiful. I can see your nipples through the lace.” He stroked a thumb over each one in turn. “They’re hard. Are they aching, angel?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said through gritted teeth.

  Jason dropped his hands from her breasts. She was aroused, but the tightness in her voice said she wasn’t happy about it. With two fingers under her chin, he tilted her face upward. “What’s this, angel? Are you unhappy with our arrangement so soon?”

  “Yes, Sir. I mean no, Sir. I just….”

  She sighed, and he studied her face. He made a mental note to check her expression first from now on. Her every thought was right there in the creases around her mouth and the rigid line of her jaw.

  “Anger doesn’t become you.” He removed his fingers from her chin. “Speak to me. What has you in this state?”

  “Permission to speak frankly, Sir?”

  “Go on. I don’t read minds.” He hated the tinge of anger in his voice, and his bad mood returned. She didn’t deserve to be the brunt of his misery.

  “I don’t read minds either, Sir,” she said. “Last night, before I signed the contract…well, I remembered what you said about seeing to my needs before I signed, but when I left here, I felt as if I was yours all ready. The contract was only a formality. I read it over, several times, and the clause about not touching myself stood out, Sir. As I said, I all ready felt my orgasms belonged to you, and…it was only a suggestion….”

  Jason sighed. “I see. You didn’t understand my instructions, is that what I’m hearing?”

  “Yes, Sir. I wanted to honor my submission to you, so I didn’t touch myself.”

  “And you didn’t email me to clarify my instructions?”

  “No, Sir. Perhaps I should have, but I didn’t want you to think I was weak, that I couldn’t last a day without coming. And I….”

  Her body turned rosy pink. He closed his eyes and raised his face to the ceiling. His heart thumped against his ribcage. Had she changed her mind? Damn. He hardly dared to ask. “You what, angel?”

  “I wanted to save myself for you.”

  Her softly spoken declaration made his cock jerk and swell. His shoulders sagged as he let out the breath trapped in his lungs. She was still going to go through with it. He wrapped his fist around his aching dick and stifled a groan as he silently thanked the universe for the blindfold she wore. If she ever got a hint of how she affected him, she’d know exactly how much power she had over him. She topped from the bottom just by existing.

  “Are you thinking this heartfelt confession will save you from the punishment I promised?”

  “Yes, Sir?” she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

  He smiled. She might be submissive, but she wasn’t above using feminine tricks to try to get her way. Topping her would be satisfying and fun.

  “Well, you’re wrong, angel, but I’m willing to compromise. Let me explain. I’m still going to punish you, but not for the reason originally stated. I’ll concede my instructions were not as clear as they should have been, and I apologize for any anxiety my mistake caused you. I can see you’re upset, and I see my actions are partly responsible. I’ll try to make my instructions more clear in the future. I’m pleased you came tonight, even though you clearly were angry with me. But…my other instructions were quite clear. You were to email me for clarification on any point. I waited to hear from you, but you didn’t contact me until this morning and by then, you’d signed the contract and were, at that time, completely mine. Had you contacted me last night, we both would have gotten what we wanted. You would have relieved the sexual tension that now fuels your anger toward me, and I would have had the pleasure of hearing ever little detail of how you pleasured yourself.” He paused, watching her body language to see how she was taking this bit of logic. Her shoulders relaxed a fraction, and those magnificent lips coated in a soft pink lip-gloss plumped.

  “Do you see why I’m still going to punish you?”

  “Yes, Sir. I should have emailed you. Instead, I reached my own conclusions, which I see now were incorrect.”

  “I’m sure you make decisions all day long in your everyday life. Those are your decisions to make. I have no say in them, whatsoever. But when it comes to your body, all those decisions are mine. Do you have any questions?”

  “No, Sir. I understand. I was wrong. It won’t happen again.”

  “That’s good. Now, let me see you smile.”

  Her lips curved up in the first genuine smile she’d ever given him. “I like that shade of pink on your lips. You did good selecting it.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I’m in the mood to compromise.” He strolled slowly around her, stopping when he stood in front of her again. “Do you have a safe word?”

  “Yes, Sir, it’s broccoli.”

  “I take it you don’t like that particular vegetable.”

  “Well, I won’t be asking for it, that’s for sure.”

  “Then it’s perfect, and if I’m ever inclined to feed you, I’ll remember broccoli is off the menu. Now, how did you plan to get yourself off last night? With your hand, or do you have a vibrator?”

  Her body flushed the darkest pink he’d yet to see. “I-I have a…vibrator, Sir.”

  “I see,” he said. “Describe it. Size. Color. Is it one of those rabbit ones that stimulate your clit, too? Does it gyrate? Pump?”

  This was something, judging from her halting speech and the deep shade of pink suffusing her body, she wasn’t comfortable talking about. But her body was his now. She would have to get used to discussing intimate details with him. He walked to a cabinet in the corner and perused the contents while she talked. “How long is it, the part you put inside you?”

  “Six inches? Eight, maybe. I don’t know for certain.”

  He selected an item, removed it from the package, and laid the empty box with his clothes. He would stop at the front desk and have the vibrator added to his bill on his way out. “Hold out your hands.”

  She extended her hands, and he placed the giant vibrator across her palms.

  “Is yours something like this one?”

  “Um…mine isn’t this…big.”

  He took it from her, smiling at the relief that flashed across her face. She thought she was off the hook.

  “You can stand now.” He assisted her to her feet, gently guiding her to the bondage table. He backed her up to it until her ass came in contact with the padded edge. “Hop up, and lie down.” Wh
en she was prone, he said, “Push your panties to your ankles, then I want you to raise your knees and spread your legs wide.”

  Jason stroked her pink, swollen pussy. “You’re wet. That’s good, but I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” He selected a tube of lube from a basket on the shelf below the table and squirted a generous amount on her mound. She gasped when the cold gel contacted with her warm skin. “Do you know what I want?”

  “No, Sir.” Her voice quavered.

  He spread the lube over her mound, coating her clit, her labia and dipping inside to swirl a generous glob there, too. “You’re going to get yourself off…while I watch.”

  Her mouth formed a perfect O—she wanted to protest. He’d deliberately selected a vibrator nearly twice the size of the one she’d described. This thing looked like King Kong’s mistress could use it. He placed the giant vibrator in her hand, reached for her other, and wrapped it securely around the base, too.

  “Hold it up for me.” He adjusted her grip so the vibrator pointed straight up in the air above her stomach. Squirting more lube into his palm, he carefully coated the entire thing, making sure to grease every groove. He really didn’t want to hurt her. When it glistened with lubricant, he guided her to position it between her legs, snugging the tip against her opening. “Put it in. As far as it will go.”

  Her hands and legs trembled, but she didn’t protest his decision to use the giant vibrator. She tried to work it inside her without much success. He slapped the blunt end of the thing, driving it past the first barrier. She gasped, and he helped her push it farther.

  “That’s it. All the way in,” he crooned encouragement. Her pussy lips stretched thin around the shaft. “Does that feel good? Is that what you wanted last night but were too afraid to ask for?”

  “No…yes, Sir.”

  “I would have been content to just hear about it, angel. But since you made the decision to deprive me of that pleasure, this is my compromise. You get your orgasm, and I get to watch you fuck yourself with a piece of plastic machinery.”