Going Deep (31 page)

Carrie nodded.

 “At the
beginning, I told you there were consequences for disobeying me, did I not?”

“You did, Sir.”

“I respect your
feelings regarding the previous women in my life, but I won’t allow them to
come between us. Out of my respect, you can refurnish our bedroom, but that’s
the end of my generosity. Tonight you’ll sleep alone.” With his hands on her
shoulders, he turned her around to face the opposite direction. “That’s the
bathroom straight ahead. Go get ready for bed, and when you’re ready, come back
and wait for me to tuck you in. No clothes, angel. You’ll sleep naked from now
on. I don’t want to fight clothes every time I want you.”

He gathered the
things he needed from his bedroom then took his time undressing. He’d been hard
since walking in the door to find Carrie in his kitchen, and it was damned
tempting to take what she was offering. But rules were rules. The sooner she
understood that, the sooner she would learn to trust his word.

He pulled on a
pair of pajama pants that did nothing to hide his erection, but might convey
the point she wasn’t going to get what she wanted tonight. Of course, he smiled
at his thoughts, that didn’t mean
he
had to suffer through what was left
of the night.

She was so
fucking beautiful, she took his breath away. Kneeling on the floor, her hands
behind her back to emphasize her perfect breasts, she was every bit an angel. He
tossed the items he’d brought with him on the bed and stood before her. Fisting
one hand in her hair, he jerked her head up. His other hand tunneled past his
waistband to free his cock. Her mouth opened on a gasp.

“Perfect,” he
said, filling her mouth with his cock. She was hot and wet, and damn if she
didn’t set his cock on fire. He hissed through clenched teeth. “Mint mouthwash.
Fuck, woman, that feels good. Hold still. I’m going to fuck your mouth.” He
held her steady while he pulled out and thrust back in. “This. Is. For. Me.” He
punctuated each word with a hard thrust that drove his cock to the back of her
throat, savoring the spiced heat inside her mouth and the stinging bite when
the mint hit the outside air.

He couldn’t look
away. He loved watching his cock slip past her lips—loved the way her eyelashes
fanned across her cheekbones when she lowered her eyes to watch, too. “God, I’ve
needed you the whole fucking day.”

He needed to
take the edge off before he forgot his own rules and fucked her good and hard.
He’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted this one. He’d never get enough of
her, even if he had her night and day for the rest of his life. Even now, using
her for his pleasure, she swirled her tongue around his shaft, giving of
herself. And if her sexy little moan was any indication, she was enjoying
herself, too.

The orgasm shot
like lightning down his spine to the small of his back where it exploded into a
fireball no amount of willpower would stop. He reached for his cock, yanking it
free of her mouth. The first wave of cum spewed forth, hitting her on the
cheek. He pumped furiously, guiding the stream to splash against her neck and
breasts.

His knees were
weak, but he managed to help her to her feet, and after stripping the covers
from the bed, positioned her on her back in the middle. She made no protest while
he attached the restraints to the bed frame, adjusting them so her limbs had
limited movement. When she was spread eagle, he stood beside the bed, admiring
her.

“You’re lovely,”
he said. “I can’t have you touching yourself tonight. Your orgasms are mine, angel.
This is your punishment for disobeying me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she
said.

“You should have
enough movement to keep from getting a cramp. He leaned over to place a kiss,
tasting himself on her lips. “I’ll check on you after a while.”

He turned off
the light and went to his room, taking no satisfaction in denying her needs.

* * *

She slept in
fits and starts. She had some room to move her arms, but not enough to touch
herself, or even to roll over. He’d left her legs loose enough to bring her
knees up, but getting comfortable was out of the question. And on top of it
all, he hadn’t covered her and she was cold. Every time the air conditioner
kicked on, which was every few minutes, her nipples tightened and shivers
rippled over her skin. She stared at the bedside clock, counting the minutes
and hours until Jason would return to release her.

She’d been through
a dozen emotions since he exacted his punishment. First came resignation and
submission. She’d done the crime, she’d do the time. When she realized he meant
to leave her there all night, fear and anger took over. Those two heated her
blood so she didn’t notice the cold so much—until the constant brush of chilled
air caused her nipples to tighten and ache. That’s when the horniness she’d
experienced most of the day came back with a vengeance.

Eventually,
exhaustion took over and she drifted into a restless sleep. She’d dreamed of
him before, but not like this—so real it stole the breath from her lungs. He
came to her, releasing her ankles, massaging the skin where she’d pulled
against the restraints. His hands were warm on her chilled flesh, molding her
to his will. He kissed his way up her inner thighs. She moaned.
Um…so good
.
So close to where she needed him.

“Please,” she
begged, thrashing against the sheets. She dug her heels into the mattress,
thrusting her hips up in desperate invitation.

He stilled her
with one strong hand on her stomach then his mouth was on her, his lips kissing
her swollen flesh. His tongue teased her opening, thrusting in and out. She’d
never had a phantom lover who knew her so well. He lavished attention on her
pussy, urging her toward to the edge. She was so close…close enough to see the
promise of ecstasy beckoning to her.

“A little
further,” her lover coaxed. “You can do it.”

His voice could
seduce a saint to sin. “I’ve got you, angel. Spread your wings and fly.”

Carrie
whimpered. So close, he thought. Damn, she was beautiful. Even in the darkened
room he knew the color of passion on her skin, could see her holding on, craving
the freedom he could give her, yet frightened to give up control and let him
push her over the edge. No woman had ever tasted like this one, heaven and
earth mingled into a tantalizingly fragrant elixir he needed in order to live.

He could stay
here forever with his face buried in her sweet spot, but his angel was hurting.
He knew the feeling. All she needed was one tiny push, and she’d take the
freefall. Precious moments plunging headlong into the abyss, facing death only
to find her wings at the last moment and soar on the currents of ecstasy.

“Time to fly,
angel,” he said, sucking her clit into his mouth.

She held on with
every muscle in her body. She strained against the woven restraints, and they creaked
against the bed frame.
Trust me, angel.
He flicked his tongue over the
tight bundle of nerves then gently clamped it between his teeth and tugged.

He sucked on her
clit. She took the fall, hurtling into the dark abyss of pleasure, her body
clenching and writhing.
You’re safe with me, angel
. Holding her hips
secure, he provided the ballast she needed to unfurl her wings.
I’ve got
you.

She gasped,
giving up the struggle. She couldn’t hang on any longer. The promise was too
bright, too enticing.

“Time to fly,
angel,” he said.

Trust me.
She felt the words, rather than heard them, and somehow she knew trusting him
was the right thing to do. This phantom lover promised pleasure beyond anything
she could comprehend, if only she would trust him.

Pain, sharp and
unexpected sent her hurtling into space. She rode a cloud of pleasure, safe in
her phantom lover’s care.

“Wake up, angel.”
Jason rolled on a condom, and moved over her, fitting his cock to her pussy. “Let’s
fly together this time.”

Her eyelids
fluttered open. He stared into her doe eyes, loving the moment she realized
this was real. Reaching for her wrists, he released one then the other. “Do you
come in your sleep often?”

Her face flushed
scarlet. “No. Oh God, Master….”

“Shh. It’s all
right. Who were you dreaming about, angel?”

“You, Sir. I
needed you so bad.”

He nudged her
core. She gasped then widened her legs in invitation.

“I needed you,
too, angel. I couldn’t wait another minute to have you.”

He filled her
with one sure thrust, going deep, loving the way they fit together perfectly.
Braced on one forearm, he angled over her so he could fondle her breasts. He teased
the nipples to hard buds then bent to suckle, matching each pull and tug to the
tempo of his thrusts.

“You’re so
fuckin’ perfect.” He kneaded her breast, wishing he’d turned on a light before
he crawled between her legs. He’d heard her, straining against the restraints,
moaning, and he’d come to see about her. She’d obviously been dreaming,
writhing for her lover in her sleep, and so beautiful all he could think about
was walking into her fantasy and taking her to a place she was afraid to go in
the light of day.

“Your pussy is
so hot and wet. I’ve never felt anything like it, angel.” He pumped harder, and
with each thrust, he gave a little more of himself to her.

She wrapped her
arms around his neck, her fingers grasping for a handhold in his hair. He
stared into her eyes, loving the welcome he saw there. It was inconceivable how
he’d denied them both this connection for so long. He took her harder, saw the
moment she surrendered everything to him, felt it in the way she softened under
him, letting him take what he needed, trusting him to care for her.

He reached
between them to find her clit. “Come with me, angel. Share your wings with me.”

Chapter Twenty-one

The need in his
eyes made her go all weak and gooey inside. How had she missed this vulnerable
part of him? Maybe it was because he had never let her see it. This was the
real reason he’d kept her blindfolded so long, not because he didn’t trust her
to keep the secret about his sexual inclinations, but because he didn’t trust
her to keep this secret—the one he hid from everyone.

His need for her
was so deep and primal it ruled him, but along with that need was his fear of
rejection he hid away from everyone, including himself. Warmth bloomed inside
her. She gave herself to him. He was a powerful man on the outside, but a
frightened, lonely boy on the inside. She stroked his back. His firm ass
flexed. He drove into her as if he tried to squeeze his entire body into hers.
She opened her heart and took him deep.

You’re safe.
You’ll always be inside me. I’ll never let go.
She cradled his face with
her palms so he couldn’t look away from her. “I’ve got you.”

He roared like a
lion freed from captivity. His body coiled tight then he pushed up with his
hands and unleashed his need. He took her, each thrust brutal and punishing. She
relaxed her body, absorbing the impact, reveling at the power of the man inside
her as he let loose the demons he’d held in check so long.

She cradled his
hips, loving the feel of his hard muscles as they slid across her palms. His
cock battered into her, filling her, shattering her heart, so all her love for
him spilled out. The words were on her lips, but she held them. The slick slide
of his cock beckoned her to spread her wings and fly.

His eyes
mirrored her need. “Fly with me, Jason.”

She raised her
arms over her head and arched her body, seeking the pressure that would send
her over the edge. He stretched out over her, pinning her hands with one hand,
stroking her from breast to hip with the other, grinding against her, giving
her what she asked for.

His cock pulsed
inside her. The sensation was all she needed. Her heart took wing, carrying
them both into the dark abyss and from there, straight into the sunrise.

* * *

He moved around
the kitchen—ostensibly to fix them breakfast. It didn’t take a genius to figure
out he had no clue what he was doing.

“Want some help?”
she asked, sliding off the barstool he’d directed her to when hunger had driven
them from their bed.

He stared at the
coffee maker. “Uh…yeah, I guess. Do you know how to work this thing?”

She gave him a
hip bump. “Step away from the coffee maker,” she said in a nasally voice. He laughed.
While he watched, she went through the motions, coaxing a burp and gurgle from
the machine.

“Excellent,”
Jason said.

“Food?” She headed
toward a set of tall cabinets that looked like they might conceal a
refrigerator.

“That would be
nice.” He tagged along behind her. He looked over her shoulder at the empty
shelves.

She nodded. “Yep,
it would be. Nice, that is.” She opened the drawer labeled meats. Empty. Same
with the vegetable bin. There was a tub of soft margarine in one of the door
shelves. She opened it, bringing it to her nose for a sniff. “This will do. Now
all we need is some bread.” She tossed the margarine tub on the counter and opened
the nearest cabinet.

Jason crossed to
a concealed door on the far wall. “Pantry, I think.”

 This time, Carrie
followed him, stopping short at the empty shelves of a cook’s dream—a walk-in
pantry.

“This is….”

“Pathetic?” He
grabbed the one item occupying the space and held it out to her. “Bread.”

She took the
loaf, eyeing it for freshness. “I was going to say, incredible, but pathetic
works, too.” She held the loaf up. “When did you buy this?”