Going Deep (28 page)

“I love you,
too,” he said, startling the breath out of her lungs. “I’ve been an ass. Please
say you forgive me.”

Her ears were
playing tricks on her. She couldn’t rely on her senses anymore. Somehow he’d
short-circuited them. Even her eyes, looking into the depth of his, told her
she’d heard right, but it couldn’t be….

“My God, Carrie,
please.”

“Say it again.”
Her lips moved, but she wasn’t sure she’d actually said the words.

“I love you.
Please forgive me.”

“You love me?”

 “Yes,” he said,
a smile in his voice.

 He kissed her
again. This time, his love filled her all the way to her curling toes and
tingling fingertips.

“You know,” he
said, breaking this kiss, “I could command you to forgive me.”

“No,” she shook
her head. “Please, don’t. I can’t forgive you, Sir, because there isn’t
anything to forgive.”

“None of this
was your fault,” he said. “If I’d told you who I was from the beginning, or if
I’d told my story years ago when I should have, none of this would have
happened. I’ve been an ass.” He released her and took a step back. “It’s time
for me to fix things, but first, I need to know if you want to continue our
personal relationship.”

She opened her
mouth to answer, but he stopped her with a hand signal.

“Even if you say
no, I want you to write my story. All the embarrassing, humiliating details I’ve
kept to myself all these years. And if you say yes, I’m going to spank your ass
until you can’t sit down, then I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

Her palms itched,
and her sex tingled. Blood rushed to the region in anticipation of the spanking
and fucking. “You want me?”

“Forever,” he
said with conviction. “In my life, in my bed, at my games. I want you on your
knees, at my mercy. I want to push that lovely body of yours to your limits,
and beyond.”

Forever
.
The word echoed in her heart. “Can I see you naked?”

“Hell, yes,” he
said. “No more blindfolds.” He paused, thinking. “Well, maybe on occasion, but
I promise you’ll see me naked more than you’ll see me clothed.” He sealed the
vow with a devilish smile and a wink.

“Forever might
not be long enough,” she said.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

A weight lifted
off his shoulder, and for the first time since before his heart betrayed him
when he was child, his world was completely right. “Remember what I said I
would do if you said yes?”

“You promised to
spank me until I couldn’t sit down then fuck me senseless, Sir.”

“Yes, I did. I
was wrong to blame you for this mess, and I’ve already punished you for your
part in writing the article in the first place, so this spanking is for going
behind my back to talk to Megan. The two of you conspired against me, and I won’t
stand for that kind of behavior. Do you understand why I’m punishing you?”

“Yes, Sir. I
should have come to you as soon as she confided in me. Instead, I conspired
with her against your wishes.”

“And, you didn’t
tell me you quit your job,” he said.

“I planned to the
day the article came out. I was so glad you wanted to see me. I was going to
ask you if we could break the rule about keeping our regular lives out of our
relationship. I wanted to tell you what was happening in my life, but then you
told me what was happening in yours. Well, then I
couldn’t
tell you.” Her
voice dropped to a whisper. “I didn’t want you to hate me.”

“I’m so sorry,
angel. I should have been there for you, but I was so wrapped up in my own
misery that day, I didn’t notice how much you needed me. I really fucked this
up, didn’t I?”

“No, Sir. It was
all my fault. If I’d taken a few more minutes and thought before I sent the
article…I’m sure I wouldn’t have sent it the way it was.”

“You were
rushed,” he said.

“I wanted to get
back to you. I hated being away from you,” she said. “That whole trip was a
disaster, from start to finish.”

“I remember. I
felt so helpless. You needed me, and I didn’t know where you were or what you
were doing. You know, I was going to tell you who I was that last night, but
when you told me you were going out of town, I changed my mind. I wanted to be
close to you afterwards, in case you needed to talk.”

“Really?”

“Really. Then
all hell broke loose and my career was in the toilet, and I cut you lose. I
didn’t want to drag you down with me.”

“You love me
that much?”

“I do. I
convinced myself you would be happier if you never knew who you’d been with
those last few months. I thought it would be better that way.”

She shook her
head. “No. I don’t care what you do for a living, Sir. I never did. I only
wanted to be with you.”

“Well, now that
you know, I promise not to keep anything from you again.”

 “Thank you.” She
dipped her head. “If it pleases you, I’m ready for my punishment now, Sir.”

Ah, she
submitted so beautifully. He couldn’t wait to give her all he’d promised. “Take
your clothes off. Stack them on the sofa then brace yourself against the desk
with your ass in the air.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She removed and
folded her clothes while he opened drawers on her desk, sifting through them
until he found what he wanted. The crack of the old wooden ruler on his palm
was a satisfying sound against the quiet backdrop of her living room.

She placed the
neat stack on the corner of the sofa. Jason moved her old-fashioned ladder-back
chair, indicating with a wave of the ruler she should take its place. Bracing
her palms against the front edge, she arched her back and dipped her head.

“Spread wider,”
he said, tapping her inner thighs from behind with the ruler.

She shuffled her
feet apart, baring her pussy to him.

“Better. Lift
your chin. Eyes straight ahead,” he said.

She lifted her
gaze to the dusty mini-blinds covering the window, and he yanked on the cord
dangling to her right. The blinds flew up, inviting anyone who might come by to
see her punishment.

“It’s not quite
the open doorway, but it will do. Do you like the idea that someone might see
you, angel?”

Cool wood
stroked her ass cheeks.

 “One of the
gardeners I saw when I arrived could decide today is the perfect day to take
care of the little patch of weeds outside your window.” He pressed the ruler
between her legs, applying pressure from her clit to her anus. “He’d be, what,
three feet away? No more. He’d see your tits.” He tapped her breasts with the
ruler and she gasped. “He’d see your hard nipples and your ass in the air.”

He fisted one
hand in her hair, holding her head so she couldn’t look away. “He’d see the
look on your face when the ruler lands on your ass.”

Thwack!

She gasped at
the stinging blow. This wasn’t a gentle, playful, arousing spanking. This was
punishment. He landed three more blows in quick succession. Releasing her hair,
he smoothed his hand over her ass.

“Keep your face
up. You know he’s watching. Let him see how much you like being punished.”

 His fingers
dipped lower to toy with her gaping slit. “Christ, you’re wet all ready.” He
flicked her clit, and she bent her knees in an effort to press herself closer
to his touch. He admonished her with a not too gentle slap to her pussy. “Hold
still.”

Four more
punishing blows landed on her ass, followed by a tender massage, but he no
longer roamed between her legs to ease the ache growing there. He repeated the
process for a total of twenty licks. He was right, she wouldn’t sit easily for
days, but at that moment, all she could think about was his other promise—to fuck
her senseless. She didn’t care if the entire choir from the First Baptist
Church was watching, she needed him inside her, needed him to fulfill his
promise.

“Please,” she
begged.

He felt her up,
using his fingers to prepare her, pumping in and out of her channel with hard
thrusts. “A promise is a promise, angel.” He continued to work her while he
unzipped his jeans. He left her long enough to protect them both, then he was
there, driving into her with deep, forceful thrusts that had her gripping the
edge of the desk with white knuckles.

His hands spread
her ass cheeks wide. She couldn’t think past the glorious wonder of having him
inside her. She set aside her own pleasure, reveling in giving herself to him.
He took her hard, and when he pressed both thumbs in her ass, the warmth of
complete possession melted her bones. She toppled forward, pressing her cheek
against the cold plastic of her laptop while his cock supported her lower half.

“Mine.” He
pounded into her limp body. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

She fisted her
hands on either side of her head and closed her eyes, focusing every molecule
of her being on her center, where the man she loved possessed her completely.
It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced; this giving of herself
to a man who in turn gave her everything he was.

Thrust after
hard thrust, she took and gave until her body was like a clock-spring wound too
tight. “Master,” she pleaded.

“Yes. Come for
me, angel. Milk my cock.”

He’d died and
gone to Heaven and his angel had taken him there. Her sweet pussy clenched
around him, drenching him in honey. His orgasm felt like she’d reached inside
him and pulled his heart out through his dick. He screwed his eyes shut and
pumped furiously, the ecstasy almost too much to bear. Fucking amazing. He’d
never get enough of her, and he’d never get his heart back from this woman. She’d
stolen the wounded organ right out of his chest, and though each time he drove
into her he thought he could touch it, he knew he’d never get it back.

He didn’t want
it back. It had been damaged goods from the beginning. Flawed. But in her care,
it was new, whole again. Her love was better than any surgeon’s repair. Her
love had done what medical science could never hope to do—burrow deep and
rejuvenate a busted heart.

* * *

They moved to
the sofa where he held her across his lap. His quiet strength created an
invisible shield that made her feel safe. They’d shared quiet times before, but
never had the silence between them been this easy. He held her like he didn’t
want to let her go, and she couldn’t stand to think about being apart from him.

“I love you,” she
whispered, worried if she spoke the words too loudly she would break the spell.

“I love you,
too.” His sensual lips brushed the shell of her ear. “I have a game.”

“Can I come
watch?”

“I’d like that,
but you have something else to do tonight.”

“I do?”

“You do. You
have to pack about a week’s worth of clothes and anything you can’t live
without for a few days then you’re going to drive over to my house and put it all
away. I want to play tonight knowing you’re at home waiting for me.”

“I like the
sound of that.”

Chapter Nineteen

Nothing could
spoil his good mood, not even the reporters waiting for him when he arrived at
the stadium. Having made the decision to tell his story and put an end to the
rumors and speculation, a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The hype
would come to an end soon, and even though it would be replaced with another
media frenzy, at least this one had the potential to help people. Megan and
Jeff were right. He should have told his story long ago instead of holding on
to the painful memories like they belonged only to him, and no one else could
understand or sympathize. He
Jason
waved off
the reporters with an impatient hand, promising to answer their questions at a
later time.

 “Hey,” Jeff
said with a nod as Jason approached their side-by-side lockers.

“Hey, yourself.”
Jason sat next to his brother. He returned greetings from the other players
nearby then turned to his brother. “You win. I’m going to do it.”

“That’s great,”
Jeff said. “It’s about fuckin’ time, if you ask me.”

“For the record,
nobody asked you. The two of you stuck your noses in my business. And just
because you were right this time doesn’t mean you should make a habit of it.”

“Point taken.”
Jeff pulled a practice jersey over his head. “Megan likes Carrie.”

“That’s good
because she’s going to be around for a long time.” Soon, she would be at his
house. “Damn! I forgot the alarm.” He dug his cell phone out of his pocket. “Is
Megan coming to the game?”

“No. Why?”

“I need her to
disarm the alarm at my house. I gave Carrie a key, but I forgot all about the
alarm.”

“Just call her,
dude.”

“Can’t.” He
punched the speed-dial for his sister-in-law. “I don’t know her phone number.
Besides, Megan can show her around, help her get settled in.”

“She’s moving
in?”

“I sure as hell
hope so…. Hey, Megan, sweetheart. I need you to do me a favor.”

* * *

Carrie shifted
her laptop case on her shoulder and reached down to get her suitcase from the
trunk.

 “Here. Let me
help.”

She almost
jumped out of her skin at the woman’s voice. Her hand automatically went to her
shoulder to protect her precious computer from the woman’s grasp.

 “Megan?” she said
with a half-hearted laugh when she recognized the woman beside her.

“Sorry. I didn’t
mean to startle you. Jason asked me to come over and turn off the alarm system
for you.” She reached for the laptop again, and this time Carrie handed it
over. “Let me rephrase that. Jason
told
me to come over and turn off the
alarm.” She made a face. “I honestly don’t know how you stand it, having him
order you around.”