Free Going Deep by Roz Lee Page B

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.”
    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,