Going Deep (9 page)

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.

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:
[email protected]

From:[email protected]

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 admitted. “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.