Going Deep (19 page)

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.

“I asked a
question, angel.”

She nodded,
jerking her nipples in the process. The pain was more welcome this time,
distracting her from the giant cock in her pussy.

“It’s stainless
steel, and so damned big,” he said. He kissed a line up the inside of her thigh
and down the other, fucking her without pause.

“Do you want it
harder?” he asked.

She shook her
head, creating a shockwave of pain in her clamped nipples.

“Ah, Christ. You
almost made yourself come that time, angel.” The cock slipped from her. “Can’t
have that, now can we?”

Another headshake.
She groaned and tried to think of something, anything to stop her impending
orgasm. Grasping at straws, she thought about the trip she would take tomorrow,
but it reminded her this scene was a direct result of her announcement that she
was going out of town.

“Don’t,” he
commanded. His hand clamped on her jaw. “Not until I say so. Is that clear?”

She nodded. Twin
pinpoints of pain shot straight to her pussy, and tears formed behind the
blindfold. Callused fingers brushed the moisture from her face.

“If it’s too
much, drop the bar,” he reminded her.

If only she could
tell him they were tears of frustration and dropping the bar wouldn’t make them
go away.

“I see,” he
said. “Let me tell you what I see then I’ll let you have what you want.” He slowly
circled her. When he spoke, his voice came from behind her.

“I see the most
beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said, his voice coming from behind
her. “She’s totally at my mercy, exposed in such an intimate way that her trust
humbles me. Her lovely body is flushed, calling out for release. She absorbs
physical pain and mental servitude and turns them into sexual desire. She’s a
temptress with her quiet submission and her welcoming body.”

Footsteps
rounded her, stopping between her legs. “I hear the call. My body is hard,
primed to take what’s offered, to give what is needed.”

The steel cock
reentered her, startling another gasp from her lips.

“But this
lovely, offered pussy won’t have my body tonight. I’m saving that for when she
returns to me. Incentive to make that sooner rather than later.”

A familiar buzz
filled the air.

“Until then,
remember I command your orgasms. I decide what fills your pussy. Your body is
mine.”

He pressed the
vibrator to her clit, holding it there with practiced precision. He’d forced
her orgasms before, but never with her pussy full of metal. Never like this.
Her body reacted, trying desperately to escape. Her head whipped side-to-side.
Shooting stars of pain burned through her breasts, morphing to pleasure when
they melded with the vibrations pulsing through her pussy.

Her nostrils flared,
fighting for each breath. Just when she didn’t think she could take anymore, he
released one clamp, then the other. The rush of blood to her nipples robbed her
lungs. She fingered the bar in her hands, considered dropping it, then his
voice broke through the screaming in her brain.

“Come. Now.”

She let go.
Behind the gag, her cries became whimpers. Her hips moved in a primal dance as
her body clutched at the imposter buried inside her.

He’d taken her
to some wonderful highs in their time together, but this time, mind-blowing was
the only term that came close to describing her orgasm.

As the violent
contractions quieted to mild ripples of pleasure, he eased the phallus from her
pussy and removed the vibrator. Her body slumped in exhaustion. She hovered on
the edge of sleep when she realized he hadn’t turned the vibrator off. It
hummed between her legs, closer, then farther away, but not touching her.
Nowhere close she judged by the height from which the sound originated. She
listened for the slightest hint of what he was doing.

A hiss. A curse.
“God damn.”

Holy crap.
He was getting himself off with the vibrator. Her heart sank to the pit of her
stomach. He wouldn’t give her that part of him tonight, but he’d show her what
she’d done to him, how her absence would torture him.

His thigh
vibrated against hers when he reached behind her head to release the gag. He
fisted his hand in her hair and held her head still.

“This is what I
am without you, angel. A lonely, desperate man.” Deep, masculine grunts followed.
Hot cum splattered her face and chest. She lapped at it, trying to capture a
fleeting taste of his salty essence.

Chapter Fourteen

“What are you
saying, Mr. McCree?” God, she’d hated this man on sight. He could be a poster
child against steroid use with that thick neck and those biceps only a comic
book superhero should have.

“I’m sayin’ I
got the steroids from Jason Holder, the Mustangs’ catcher. Hey, I didn’t want
to do them at first, but he kept after me, telling me all the other big hitters
in the league were doing them, and if I wanted to keep up, I had to do them
too. I don’t see why I have to be the only one going down for using. Just look
at the guy. Last year he hit okay, but not like he is this year. If you ask me,
he’s using the stuff himself—going after the record.”

“Why are you
coming forward with this information now, Mr. McCree?”
What’s in it for you?