Going Deep (10 page)

“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.” When 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.”

He leaned over
for a better look. God, he’d give anything to see his cock stretching her,
filling her, but that time would come. “He’s a big one, isn’t he? Does that
feel good?”

He wanted words
when her body had just been invaded by a giant plastic cock?

She made a
gurgling sound he must have taken for a yes. She couldn’t think, couldn’t
manage a coherent sentence if her life depended on it. Frantic protests formed
in her brain but never reached her lips. Oh, how she wished she’d given in to
her need last night—though even that wouldn’t have come without embarrassment. Pleasuring
herself in front of him was bad enough, but she wasn’t sure telling about her
solo experience would have been any better.

Her pussy burned
with the stretch, and her skin flamed, knowing his gaze was on her. Arousal
flowed, molten lava through her veins. He adjusted the clit stimulator,
flicking it across her swollen nub. She gasped at the light touch. Heaven help
her when he turned the thing on. She’d be rocketing into space in no time.
Hell, she was on the launch pad, all systems go already.

“There, that
ought to do the trick.” Satisfaction and amusement colored his words.

She didn’t need
sight to know her entire body was flushed with color, and the soft, deep,
erotic timbre of his voice only made it worse. Every time he spoke, it was like
someone waved a magic horny wand over her. Her body responded, anticipated,
craved. Good Lord, she was in over her head, and this was her first real
encounter with him.

The white lace
of her bra stood out against her now rosy skin and drove him half out of his
mind with lust. Jason eyed the controls on the giant phallus. His angel was
ready to explode. He would have to see about prolonging her pleasure—and his.

“Let’s see. How
about we start out slow?” He pushed a button, and a low buzzing sound filled
the room.

The mammoth
device set to work fucking her and her body tensed. She struggled to hold onto
the vibrator. This might be punishment, but he fully expected her to find
pleasure in it, too. He damned sure was.

“Hold on, angel.”
He adjusted her grip on her surrogate Dom. “Talk to me. Does it feel good? Do
you want him to fuck you harder? Faster?”

Inarticulate
sounds gurgled from her throat, past her slackened mouth.

“Damn, that’s
hot.” His gaze traveled from her pussy, past the indentation of her waist to
her breasts. He couldn’t not touch her. He cupped the nearest lace-covered
breast with one hand and palmed her stomach with the other. The vibrator hummed
and pistoned beneath his hand. It was ridiculous to be jealous of a sex toy,
but he was. His dick throbbed. He needed to be inside her, but everything he’d
read cautioned to take baby steps with their relationship if he wanted it to
last. She had to understand and accept his control. Her body was his, and he
would use it, pleasure it anyway he wanted. If she couldn’t live with that, he
wanted to know now before he grew attached to her, because growing attached was
a real possibility, and he’d never been good at letting go of things he loved.

She was so
close. He could see it in the lines of her jaw, in the way she arched her neck,
in the way her hips moved, fucking the vibrator as hard as it fucked her. She
didn’t seem to notice when he freed a nipple from its lace confines, but when
he sucked into his mouth, she rose to meet him, offering and taking at the same
time. A sexy moan rumbled in her chest, struggling to escape. His first taste
of her, coupled with the musk of her arousal and he damned near came right then
and there.

Another
strangled whimper and he decided enough was enough. He reached between her
legs, ramped up the piston speed, and sent her flying.

Sunbursts lit up
the darkness behind the blindfold. Her involuntary organs short-circuited, and
for the first time she understood the French term, “petite death.” She’d died
and gone to Heaven. She hung on, unable to let go of the monster between her
legs as her body convulsed around it. Her mind focused with laser precision on
her pussy. Her internal muscles clenched so hard she was both weak and
empowered. With a little luck, her heart and lungs would resume normal function
on their own. If not, she would die happy.

His lips covered
hers, swallowing the unladylike grunts and cries barreling to the surface like
freight cars hooked to a runaway locomotive. There was nothing tender about his
kiss. He possessed, he took, and demanded more when she thought she had nothing
more to give. “Mine,” he breathed before swooping in to take the last of her
orgasm for himself.

Greedy.
She owed him an orgasm, and he was going to take it. He barely managed to cover
her mouth with his before she came apart, her body jerking, her muscles rippling
across her torso. His hands explored. He took her cries into himself, absorbing
the wonder of her orgasm, taking, claiming, demanding what was rightfully his.

Her body relaxed,
and he realized he was half lying across her. Crooning ridiculous words of
praise, he gently removed the vibrator from her pussy. He kissed up the inside
of her thigh to her tender tissues. He inhaled the sharp tang of her arousal
and knew nothing would ever smell better. His lips on her clit sent her into
another set of spasms, and the way her hips rocketed up to meet his tongue made
denying his release worth the sacrifice. He’d brought her pleasure, and he felt
like a god.

He guided her
legs together then pulled her into his arms. This particular room was short on
comfortable seating, but sitting on the hard chair with her ass cradled in his
lap was fine with him.

“Okay?” he
whispered against the top of her head.

She sighed, her
warm breath tickling his chest. “Um…oh yes, Sir.” She snuggled even closer if
that was possible. “Thank you.”

He chuckled. He’d
always like this part. Why any man would want to pass on holding a
well-satisfied woman was beyond him. They smelled so good after sex, and their
muscles were mush after a great orgasm. “I take it my punishment wasn’t too harsh?”

“No, Sir.”

She sighed again,
and he couldn’t help feeling smug. He could do anything he wanted to her right
now, and she’d take it with a smile on her face. His heart beat out a primal
rhythm and his cock joined in. Pressed into her hip the way it was, there was
no way it would escape her notice.

“Sir?” She
placed one hand on his pec and traced a lazy, seductive circle around his
nipple.

“Yes?”

“May I?” Her
hand wandered lower, and he shifted to allow her access.

“What would you
like to do, angel?” Her fingers closed around his cock. He groaned and bucked.

“I understand
why you won’t come inside me tonight, Sir. I was wrong not to tell you of my
confusion, but even in your punishment, you gave me great pleasure. I’d like to
do the same for you.”

It was damned
hard to think with her hand doing wicked things to his dick. He seized her
wrist to stop her from jacking him until he came. She was topping again,
suggesting another compromise, but damned if he didn’t want to hear her out. “What
do you have in mind?”

“Anything you
want, Sir. I just need to show my appreciation for your kindness. You could
have done so much more to me, but through my pleasure I saw the error of my
ways.”

He struggled
with his desire to sink into her pussy and ease himself. He’d made up his mind.
She would to have to wait, and so would he, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t
let her ease the pressure. Some would argue she was topping from the bottom,
asking him to compromise yet again, but he’d made his point, and she was offering
a gift he’d be a loon not to take.

“On your knees,”
he commanded, guiding her from his lap to kneel between his legs. He cupped the
back of her head in one hand and fisted his cock in the other. “Take the bra
off. I want to see you.”

White lace innocence
fell to the rouge red floor, mocking her presence in such a place. She was all
sunshine and light on the outside, but deep within lurked a dark, wicked woman
with needs that matched his perfectly.

“Open your
mouth, girl. You can thank me by sucking my cock.”

She smiled, and he
nudged the tip against her mouth. Applying pressure to the back of her head, he
watched as her pink lips parted and his dick slid inside.

Her tongue
swirled and stroked. “Christ almighty,” he hissed.

 Her cheeks
hollowed as she sucked, and those pink lips clamped rhythmically around his
cock. If he didn’t look away, he’d be shooting cum down her throat in seconds.

 “My balls,” he
croaked, needing to feel her hands on him. “Play with my balls.”

She obeyed,
holding the base of his cock with one hand, rolling and tugging on his balls
with the other. He tilted his face toward the ceiling and threaded his fingers
through her hair, holding on for dear life as his angel coaxed him to Heaven.

Chapter Eight

Reliving the
previous night over and over was driving her crazy. He had given her a night
she would never forget. She still couldn’t believe the way he’d accepted her
anger and, with calm reason, had offered a compromise. He could easily have
dismissed her feelings, but he’d listened to her concerns—really listened.