Going Deep (3 page)

“Want to give it
a try?” Todd asked, jolting him out of his thoughts.

“With who?” He
almost choked on the question.

“With Brooke.”

“But…she’s…”

“She’s my sub.
She does what I tell her to do.” Todd looked at the woman on the floor. “Don’t
you, subbie?”

“Yes, Master. My
body is yours to command.”

“See?” Todd
turned to Jason. “She’ll do what I tell her to. What would you like her to do?
You want her to suck your dick? You want to spank her? Clamp her tits? Make her
come? I don’t mind watching tonight, but if we’re going to do this again, we’re
going to have to find you your own woman.”

“You’re serious?”
Jason asked.

“I’m serious,”
he said.

Todd slid a
finger beneath her chin, tilting her face up. Her eyes sparkled with
anticipation. Everything about her posture and facial expression spoke of the
trust she placed in her Master’s hands, yet there was something else there…. Love?

Jason’s gut
clenched. What would it feel like to have a woman look at him that way? He
wanted that more than he wanted his next breath.

“Be careful with
him, subbie. Give him what he wants, and show him what he needs.”

“Yes, Master.
Whatever you wish.”

He bent and
placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I wish to see you submit to my friend.” He
walked to the far corner of the room and relaxed into a plush leather chair
there. “Tell her what you want, Jason. Be precise in your commands, she doesn’t
read minds.”

Holy shit
.
He glanced at the woman on the floor, her head bent in submission to him.
Him
.
What the hell had he gotten himself into?

“She’s all
yours. Remember the things you said you wanted to do to Stacey? Well, here’s
your chance to live out the fantasy. I have only one rule, no penetration of
her vagina or ass. You can do anything you want with the mouth. She gives good
head.”

“And you’re
going to watch?” Did his voice sound squeaky? He couldn’t tell with his blood
draining from his head, rushing past his ears and causing all that racket.

“You have a
problem with that?”

Jason shook his
head. “No. No.” He wasn’t shy about his dick, but sharing a woman with his
brother was one thing. This was different. This was commanding another man’s
sub. He’d have to be blind to miss how Todd felt about her. “Todd, man. I can’t…she’s….”

“She’s my sub.
She does what I tell her to do, for my pleasure and hers. She has a safe word,
Soccer.” He winced at the word. “If she says it, stop immediately. Otherwise,
you can assume she’s enjoying what you’re doing, or she thinks I am. That’s how
this works. She submits to me because it brings both of us pleasure. I need her
submission. I need to be in charge. I need to do things to her. And in order to
achieve the utmost sexual pleasure possible, she needs me to push her to her
limits and beyond. In return for her complete trust and submission, I see to
her pleasure, which of course, pleases me to no end.

“She trusts me
to care for her in every way. She knows I would never let you or anyone else
harm her. Inflicting pain in order to achieve sexual fulfillment is one thing,
causing physical harm is another. I know my sub well, and she knows how much I
like to see her with other men. She’ll do anything to please me, or suffer
punishment for her insubordination.

 “So, give her
pleasure. I know you want to. When she receives pleasure, so do I. In fact, I’m
not happy if she’s not happy. That’s her power in the relationship.”

Jason nodded. It
made sense—sort of. “And your power is?”

“She gets off on
pleasing me. When I’m happy with her, I give her what she wants and needs. I
use her body for my pleasure, and I give her the kind of sexual release she
craves. And, I command her orgasms. Do what you will with her then I’ll let her
orgasm. She loves it when I fuck her.”

Jason nodded
again, trying to assimilate all he was hearing. He wiped sweaty palms on his
jeans and swallowed hard, staring at the beautiful woman waiting for him to do…what,
exactly? A tendril of dark desire swirled at the back of his neck and twined
its way to his cock. Todd’s explanation was convoluted thinking, but it made
sense in a bizarre sort of way. Yeah, this is what he’d wanted with Stacey,
though he hadn’t been able to name it. Submission. Trust. He’d wanted that more
than he’d wanted to do kinky things to her.

 “What do you
want to do to her?” Todd’s softly spoken question snapped him out of his
thoughts. “What kind of things did you want to do to Stacey?”

Visions of the
scene he witnessed earlier popped into his mind, and his cock surged painfully
against his fly. His damp palms itched to turn Brooke’s perfectly round bottom
red, and hear her moan her pleasure. “I’d like to spank her ass.”

“Then what?”

“Then I want her
to suck my cock. I want to bury my hands in her hair and fuck her mouth until I
come.” Oh yeah, his cock was on board with that plan.

Todd shifted in
his seat, and Jason clenched his fists at his sides and ground his teeth. He’d
overstepped and his friend was going to throw his perverted ass out.

“Tell her. Tell
her exactly what you want her to do.” Todd waved his hand toward a piece of
furniture along the back wall. “Tell her how you want to see her on the
spanking bench. Do you want her to keep her panties on, or do you want her to
take them off, or do you want to pull them down yourself? You have lots of
options.”

He had never
been so nervous in his life, not even on his first day in the major’s when he
took the field knowing forty-five thousand pairs of eyes were watching, waiting
for him to make a fool of himself. He turned to the beautiful woman at his feet.
She sat meek, awaiting his instructions. She was so lovely, the picture of perfect
submission.

“She wants your
attention. Don’t make her wait too long.”

He stepped
closer, tilting her face up as he’d seen her Master do. She looked at him with
the same trust she’d shown Todd.
No
, he corrected himself.
She
trusted him because she trusted Todd.
“I won’t hurt you.”

“Thank you, Sir.
I know my Master would never give me to you if you were that kind of man.”

Jason smiled at
her. This was what he wanted, this profound connection with a woman. A deep and
abiding trust that he’d never let anyone hurt her, that he’d do anything to see
to her pleasure and well-being. Todd was right. This was where he belonged.

“Your trust is
well placed. I want to spank you. Take off your bra but leave the panties and
position yourself on the spanking bench.”

“Yes, Sir.”

As she rose, a
power surged through him, so strong it almost brought him to his knees. Working
the front clasp of her bra free, she let it fall to the floor. She pulled her
shoulders back, flaunting her perfect breasts before she turned and walked to
the bench—her sweet round ass swinging back and forth all the way there. Todd
snickered from the corner of the room and Jason realized she was teasing him.

Todd knew. He
knew what a feisty little sub he had, knew she’d use her wiles to torment him.

She took her
place on the bench. He’d never seen anything more enticing than the strip of
black lace over those perfect globes presented for him to do with as he
pleased.

“A display like
that one deserves something special, don’t you think?” Todd asked.

 “Not yet,”
Jason said, instinctively knowing Todd was offering him the use of some sort of
toy. Not now. He wanted to touch her, to give her some amount of pleasure
before he took his own. “Maybe later.”

On her knees,
bent forward on her elbows over the higher section of the bench, her tits swung
free. Jason cradled the closest one in his palm and squeezed. Her nipple was a
hard pebble in his palm. “Your breasts are beautiful,” he said. “Does your
Master clamp them sometimes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you like it
when he does?”

“Yes, Sir.
Sometimes the pain is intense, but Master knows how to turn the pain into
pleasure.”

“I’m sure he
does.” He fondled the other breast. “What else does Master do to your breasts?”

“Master likes to
suck my breasts. He’s fond of biting my nipples too.”

“Is he now?”
Jason smiled. He could imagine doing that to this woman. “Rise up on your
knees. I want to suck your breasts.” She moved and he found her breasts at the
perfect height to take one in his mouth. “Hold them up for me,” he commanded.

She cradled them
in her hands, offering them to him. His cock was so hard it would be a miracle
if he could get his zipper down without coming. Stacey never would have done
this for him, and this was nothing compared to the other things he imagined
doing to a woman. “Thank you.” He settled his hands on her hips and closed his
mouth over her left breast.

Shit.
She
tasted of vanilla and lemons, and he couldn’t get enough of her. She moaned as
he bit down on her nipple then soothed the pain with his tongue. He did that a
couple of times then pulled away, intending to give the other breast the same
attention. She whimpered.

“Sir, please,”
she begged, offering the other breast.

Something in
him, some inner devil told him to deny her, to make her wait. “Enough. Resume
your position.”

“Yes, Sir,” she
said, a hint of pout in her voice.

Christ, he’d
never felt so much power before. He stood behind her, staring at the black lace
over creamy skin. He reached out and smoothed both hands over her perfect ass.
So smooth and unblemished. She was soft as silk and cool to his touch. He’d
soon fix that.

“Lovely,” he
said. “Black lace is my favorite. He slipped two fingers beneath the lace on
either side and yanked her panties to mid-thigh. “Ah, yes. That’s what I want
to see.” He kneaded both globes, parting them to examine her tight rosebud.
Beyond, she was wet, swollen, and ready for penetration. “Your master is a
lucky man.”

He slid his hand
between her legs, wetting his fingers and palm with her juices. He brought his
hand to his face and inhaled her scent. “Beautiful. The best perfume on the
planet.” He placed his palm beneath her face. “Isn’t that a beautiful
fragrance?”

“Yes, Sir.”
Before he could move, her tongue swiped across his palm, tasting her own
essence.

“Christ,” he
said, remembering how she’d cleaned Todd’s fingers in the same way. “You’re a
tease, aren’t you?”

As she licked
his skin, he raised his other hand and landed a solid blow to her ass. She
whimpered, but her tongue continued to stroke his palm.

Jason spanked
her, alternating between cheeks. A moment of doubt crept into his mind as he
landed blow after blow. He was enjoying it too much, the spanking and the hand
licking. He should be offering her pleasure instead of taking it all for
himself. He stopped and she wiggled her ass. “More please, Sir,” she begged. “Harder.”

He understood
then. She needed, wanted more. He jammed his left hand between her legs again,
coating it in her juices. He flicked his fingers over her clit, and she pressed
herself against his palm. A chair creaked behind him. He glanced over his
shoulder. Todd offered a wicked looking paddle.

“Use this. She
likes it hard,” he said.

He turned to his
sub. “Come for him, baby. I want to see you come.”

Jason took the
paddle, brought his soaked fingers to his face and inhaled. “Come for me,” he
said, and brought the paddle down on her ass.

My God, she was
magnificent. He landed half a dozen hard blows to her already red butt. With
each one, he could see her inward focus, and then he landed one more that
pushed her over the edge. He dropped the paddle and cupped her from behind. He
toyed with her clit until she came all over his hand.

Power. Lust.

He never knew it
could be like this. “On your knees, on the floor,” he commanded. She scrambled
to do his bidding while he unzipped his fly and shoved his pants and underwear
to his knees. He took his cock in one hand and wrapped his other around the
back of her head.

“Open.” Her ruby
lips parted, and he shoved his cock to the back of her throat. He wasn’t gentle
or even considerate, but she took him anyway. “Hold still,” he said, securing
her head with both fists. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

He held her
head, flexing his hips, driving his cock past her lips and teeth. He closed his
eyes against the aching pleasure. When she dug her fingernails into his ass
cheeks to support herself, he lost it.

“Sweet, Jesus,”
he cried and shot his load down her throat. “Sweet, fuckin’, Jesus.”

“If you’re done
now,” Todd said, “it’s my turn.”

Jason pulled his
cock from her mouth, wiped cum from the corner of her mouth with a trembling
thumb, and on watery knees, stumbled to the chair in the corner.

Todd lifted his
obedient sub from the floor, laid her out on the padded table in the center of
the room, and spread her legs. “I’m proud of you,” he told her. “So fuckin’
proud of you.” He unzipped, and filled her pussy in one solid stroke that made
her cry out.

Jason couldn’t
take his eyes off the couple.

Todd fucked her
hard, complimenting her with each stroke. “Oh, baby, I love to watch you
swallow cock. You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

She writhed. She
sought and found handholds. Her tits bounced with her lover’s thrusts.

“Come for me,
baby, like you did for him.” Two hard thrusts. “Squeeze my dick. Now, sweetheart.”

Jason fisted his
cock as her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm, taking her Master over with
her. “That’s fuckin’ beautiful, baby. Ah, Christ, I love you,” Todd said,
emptying himself inside her.