Free Going Deep by Roz Lee

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.