Going Deep (8 page)

“Rule number
five, if you agree to this relationship, you’ll have no right to deny me use of
your body. I don’t care if you have cramps, you’re bleeding, or if you have a
fucking headache. It doesn’t matter to me. There will be times when I’ll bring
you here for no other reason than to fuck you. I promise to see to your
pleasure before or after I take my own, but you will orgasm. I’ll see to it. I’ll
achieve this by any means I deem necessary or pleasurable at the time. Be
aware, that may include the use of any manner of toys or available dungeon
equipment. By agreeing to this relationship, you agree to this as well.

“And, the final
rule, rule number six. You, at no time will remove your blindfold until I have
left you. When I leave the room, you’ll be on your knees as you are now, and
after counting slowly to ten, you may remove the blindfold, dress, and leave.

“Do you have any
questions?”

Her head spun.
The only question in her mind was the one that formed when he said he would
strip and let her touch him. “May I touch you now, Sir?”

Chapter Six

Jason groaned.
He’d just given her a list of rules most women would have slapped his face for,
right before they stormed out of the room. But not this one. His admiration for
her swelled along with his cock. He stood, unzipped his pants as much to
relieve the pressure as to remove them. “A promise is a promise.”

He shucked his
clothes, draping them over the chair he’d moved back to its spot in the corner.
It was well designed, perfect for restraining a sub, sturdy enough to do the
job and allow for all manner of wicked activities at the same time. He’d have
to give it some thought.

He ran a hand
over his face and took a centering breath. Her scent lingered on his hand.
Damn. She’d gotten to him like no other woman ever had, and now he was going to
let her touch him? His dick was so hard, he was sure he’d go off like a rocket
at her first touch. He glanced over his shoulder. She waited for him, still in
her subservient pose—perfect in every way. He went through his pre-batting
ritual three more times before he moved to stand before her.

“Let me help you
up,” he said, reaching for her.

“Please, Sir, I’d
like to start at your feet if that meets with your approval.”

He reached for
her, dragging her up by her armpits. “No. It doesn’t meet with my approval. I
won’t allow you to decide how we go about things. Not now. Not ever. Is that
clear?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m
sorry, Sir. I meant no offense.”

“Apology
accepted. You may touch me now with your hands only. Don’t touch my cock until
I tell you to.”

“Thank you, Sir.”
She reached a hand out and touched his chest, measuring the distance between
them before taking a tentative step closer.

He closed his
eyes, absorbing the shock of her touch, reveling in the flowery scent that
seemed perfect for her. He’d never look at a rose the same way again. Damn,
this was so not a good idea. He forced his eyes open. He needed to observe, see
her reaction to his body as she trailed her hands up and over his shoulders,
kneading and testing each defined muscle. He managed to remain still while she
explored his upper body, front and back, his face, arms and hands. When she
traced the long scar down the middle of his chest with her fingertip, he froze.
A frown turned her lips down and wrinkled her forehead.

“What are you
thinking, girl?”

“What happened,
Sir?”

He never talked
about his scar with anyone, but he saw no reason not to tell her how he’d
acquired it. There were only a handful of people in the world who knew the
whole story, and they kept quiet at his insistence, so the information wouldn’t
be an automatic connection to his identity.

“Heart surgery
when I was a kid,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No need to be.
It only made me stronger.”

“I’m glad, Sir.
Your body is magnificent. I’m honored you have asked me to serve you.”

“Your opinion
pleases me. For that, you may continue. Anywhere except my cock.”

“Thank you, Sir.”
Her smile sent a fresh supply of blood rushing to his groin.

He steeled
himself for her continued exploration. When she had worked her way to his feet,
he laughed when she urged him to lift first one foot then the other, so she
could explore the soles. “You’re very thorough.”

“Thank you, Sir.
I want to know every part of your body as well as you will know mine.”

“That’s an
admirable goal, and one I’ll take into consideration. For now, you may touch my
cock and balls. Hands only,” he cautioned. Lord help him, he prayed, giving no
thought to whether such a prayer was appropriate or not. Her soft hands sought
him out, one closing around his cock, the other around his sac. He called up
batting stats on every single member of the Yankees in an effort to distract
himself from her touch. He didn’t make it through the first batter in the order
before he grabbed both her wrists and squeezed. “Enough.”

She released
him, but he held her tight.

“There’s one
more place you haven’t explored, and since you expressed a desire to know my
body as well as I know yours, then I think you should explore it today.”

The moment she
comprehended his meaning, that lovely pink blush covered every inch of her
skin. Oh, he was going to love putting that color on her, in so many wicked
ways. He gathered both her wrists in one hand and turned around.

“Use your left
hand to spread my cheeks, and give me your right,” he commanded. When she
hesitated, he yanked on her right arm, bringing it around to his chest. He
dropped his voice an octave, “Spread my ass cheeks, girl.”

Her left hand
trembled as she followed his instructions. He sucked her thumb into his mouth,
moistening it with his tongue then guided the wet digit behind him. “Touch my
asshole.”

“Yes, Sir.”

As she pressed
tentatively against his hole, he forgot to breathe. His stomach muscles
clenched while she ventured into virgin territory for both of them. He’d never
allowed another person to touch him there, but when she’d explored his ass,
obviously avoiding anything between his cheeks, he’d made up his mind to test
her one more time before he let her go.

“There. That
wasn’t so bad, was it?” He stepped out of her reach and was instantly aware of
how much he’d enjoyed her touch.

“No, Sir. I’ve
never….”

He turned and
helped her back to her knees. “I know. That’s no excuse for your hesitation. If
you hesitate to follow any of my orders again, be prepared to safe word out of
the scene or accept punishment for insubordination. I decide what you will and
will not do. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m
sorry, Sir.”

“In the future,
remember, if your action will require you to apologize to me, the only apology
I’ll accept will be to punish you. I never want to hear the words, “I’m sorry,”
from your lips, ever again.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’re through today.
I know you wanted to come—” And God only knew he desperately needed to himself—“but
your orgasms aren’t mine yet. Once you sign the contract waiting at the desk,
then all your orgasms will belong to me. I suggest you take care of your needs
before you sign the contract, otherwise, be prepared to accept whatever
punishment I deal you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He gathered his
clothes and dressed, carefully zipping his jeans over his erection. He could
smell her arousal from where he stood, and it was all he could do to keep from
breaking his own rules and taking her right then and there. A few short minutes
ago, he’d been prepared to let her go if she couldn’t accept his conditions.
There was something about her that called to him, awakened him inside like
nothing he’d ever experienced before. Maybe it was the way she called him sir,
submissive but with a hint of her inner strength, or maybe it was the way she
held herself, shoulders squared yet head bowed. Whatever it was, he wanted it,
wanted her.

 He stood over
her, hoping and praying she would sign the contract. “Read it carefully. You’ll
also find a set of instructions for tomorrow evening, provided you sign before
then. The email address you may use to contact me is on the cover letter. If
you have any questions, I’ll be available tonight and tomorrow morning to
answer them.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank
you, Sir.”

Walking away unsatisfied,
and leaving her unsatisfied, was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. It
was beyond stupid, but he pulled his car around into a space across the street
from the Dungeon and waited for her to come out. His need to see her existed on
several levels. First, he wanted to make sure she was all right, that she hadn’t
broken down after he left. They’d done virtually nothing, but still, he felt
bad that he hadn’t cared for her as well as he could have. If she signed the
contract, he would make sure it never happened again.

Secondly…well,
hell. He just wanted to see her. He wanted to see the way she walked, see how
she carried herself in the vanilla world, see what kind of car she drove. He
wanted to know everything there was to know about her. That his need violated
Rule Number One, at least in spirit, did nothing to change his immediate
course. Even though she hadn’t signed the contract, he felt a responsibility
toward her all ready. He’d just watch and make sure she was okay. Really.

The door opened,
and she strolled out, her head held high, her shoulders back in that I-am-woman
attitude he admired. Her fuck-me pumps dangled from the fingers of her left
hand, along with a large brown envelope he recognized. She was taking the
contract home with her. That was a good sign. But she shouldn’t be walking
across the parking lot barefoot. He should spank that perfect round ass of hers
for doing something so stupid, but he couldn’t very well do that without
admitting to watching her leave.

She aimed a
remote key fob toward a late model silver Beamer and slipped into the driver’s
seat. He clutched his steering wheel in a white-knuckle grip to keep from
starting his car and following her. He already knew more about her than he
needed. Whatever she did in the real world, it paid well. Her car was
expensive, and he’d seen enough women’s clothes to know what little she wore
didn’t come cheap either. When her car was out of site, he relaxed his hold and
started his car. He made it home, driving practically on autopilot, his
thoughts still back at the Dungeon and the submissive who had the power to
bring him to his knees.

* * *

She reached for
the wine bottle then abruptly switched gears, selecting a diet soda from the
refrigerator instead. Her hand trembled, so she set the can on the counter to
open it. It was incredible to believe, but she’d only been gone a little over
an hour, and most of that had been the trip to and from the Dungeon.

The whole scene,
from the time she’d met Todd to the moment her mystery Dom had left had taken
around half an hour.

And she was
still shaking from the encounter.

She sank onto
the sofa and stared at the envelope on the coffee table. She had every
intention of reading the contract, but realistically, unless there was
something truly shocking in there, she would sign it. Her whole body ached from
the physical strain, as well as the sexual. Something about the man made her
hormones stand up and sing, or kneel and beg as the case may be. She lifted the
soda to her lips and frowned.

Good Lord. She’d
managed to drain the entire can without conscious thought, all the while
staring at the envelope. She set the empty can aside and picked up the
contract. Her hands were steadier, but her body still hummed with sexual
tension. For a moment, she considered doing something about it as he’d
suggested, but that somehow felt like cheating. In her heart and mind, she’d
already signed the contract. Her orgasms were his.

She slipped the
papers from the envelope, reading the cover letter first. If she agreed, he
would see her tomorrow night. The hour he named was very late, but she could do
that. She would nap in the early evening, so she would be rested. As a matter
of fact, his orders directed her to do just that. As her Dom, he’d necessarily
have a measure of control over portions of her ordinary life, too, as it
pertained to their relationship. That would take some getting used to, but
since she’d thought of the nap idea before reading his order to do so, she
agreed it was in her own best interest.

After reading
through the remainder of his instructions regarding their meeting tomorrow, she
turned to the first page of the contract.

Clearly, Master
Jason was a detail-oriented person. Several times, a full-body blush covered
her skin as she read the frank descriptions of the kind of things he promised
to do to her, and the things he expected of her.

She amended her
assessment. He was detail-oriented and uncompromising.

She briefly
reconsidered the wine she’d passed on then decided she needed a clear head. She
recognized a bit of herself in the attention to details. In her line of work,
details were everything. As embarrassing as it was to read every minute detail
of her sexual future with this man, it was arousing, too. Only a few pages into
the contract, and she wished she’d done something to relieve the stress
earlier. There was even a brief paragraph covering getting herself off.

“You will not,
under any circumstances, touch yourself in a sexual manner when I’m not
present, or without my expressed verbal or written orders to do so. You will
not bring yourself to orgasm by any means if I am not present, or without my
expressed verbal or written orders. Breach of this clause will result in the
punishment of my choice.”