Delving Deeper (Book 4 in the Letting Go series)

By Scott Prussing

Delving Deeper is the fourth book in the award-winning XXX-rated Letting Go Series. In it, Jennifer continues to explore her sexual submissiveness under the guidance of the handsome and talented Sir. So far, their relationship has been based almost entirely on sex and obedience, but that all changes when Sir finally reveals details of his personal life and tasks Jennifer with helping him close an important business deal. Will she be up to the challenge? And what effect will success—or failure—have on their deepening relationship?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scott Prussing
• Release date: Jun 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310152375

Scott Prussing

Scott Prussing was born in New Jersey, attended college and graduate school in Connecticut, but was smart enough to move to beautiful San Diego as soon as he received his Master's degree in psychology from Yale University. In addition to writing, Scott enjoys hiking, riding his bicycle at the beach, movies and golf. He is one of the few remaining people in the United States without a cell phone.

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DELVING DEEPER

S. T. PRUSSING

This is a work of fiction. All the characters or events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or used fictitiously.

DELVING DEEPER  

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CHAPTER 1

Dear Diary,

Last night just may have been the most amazing night of my life. I have so much to tell you. No, scratch that may have been. Last night was ABSOLUTELY the most amazing night of my life.

I gave Sir the last remaining part of my body, something I never, ever thought I would do with anyone, let alone enjoy. But enjoy it I did, more than I ever could have dreamed. When Sir first entered my ass, it hurt like hell, but that was okay. Sir had warned me to expect some pain, telling me that it might even be severe for a bit. I welcomed the pain, though, because it made my offering to him that much more valuable, that much more submissive, that much more loving. If it was only about the pleasure part of it, it wouldn’t have been much of a gift, would it? I trusted Sir when he told me the pain wouldn’t last, and the pleasure that would follow would be worth it. As usual, Sir was right—on both counts. The pain disappeared after just a few moments, and the feelings that followed were almost indescribable.

My orgasm was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, beyond even the amazing orgasms I’ve grown used to having with Sir. I literally saw gold and silver sparks behind my blindfold, and my body felt like it was one giant nerve ending exploding in pleasure. Some of that was the physical act itself—I’ve learned that the anus has more nerve endings than any other part of the body, even more than the vagina or the clitoris. I think the greater part of the pleasure, however, came from the mental and emotional aspect, the complete and utter surrender of my entire being to Sir.

I truly love this incredible journey I’ve been on. Every step has been amazing, even the ones I initially hesitated on or rebelled against. I’ve learned again and again and again that I simply need to trust Sir, that despite his complete and utter control of me and some desires that might seem selfish to some people, he always has my best interests at heart. I didn’t come to this realization easily—or quickly—but I’ve come to it now and I accept it completely. Even though HIS pleasure is always paramount, I seem to receive just as much in return. We are opposite sides of the same coin, I think, me giving and him taking, both of us getting our needs fulfilled. What’s good for him has certainly always been good for me as well. Very, very, very good!

There’s just one minor thing troubling me. Now that I’ve given him everything I can possibly offer, where do we go from here? Have we reached the pinnacle of what is possible? Will it inevitably be slowly downhill from now on? That last thought fills me with concern. Could I ever really go back from here, ever be satisfied to return to the woman I was before that fateful day I answered Sir’s ad? I don’t think I could. And I certainly don’t want to.

Once again, I have to trust that Sir knows what he’s doing, that he has a plan for me, a plan for us. I just wonder what it could possibly be.

I put down my pen and shake my hand to loosen the cramped muscles. I wrote all of that without stopping, without pausing to think. It just poured out of me, a flood of words, thoughts and emotions.

The need to get it out was so strong I haven’t even had my morning coffee yet. I rolled out of bed while it was still dark and went immediately to my desk, without even putting on a robe. I’m sitting here nearly naked, dressed only in the cotton panties I slept in. My small desk lamp provides all the light I need.

I go back and read what I’ve written. I feel myself growing wet as my eyes move down the page. My nipples are stiffening, too. I’m tempted to touch myself, but I think I’ll wait, letting the need build. That’s one thing I’ve learned from Sir—that waiting can heighten most pleasures.

I find a few phrases I might have worded differently, might have changed if I was submitting this as some kind of report for someone else to read. This writing is just for me, though, so I don’t worry about changing anything. I like it just fine the way it poured out of me.

I read it again, more slowly now. By the time I finish, my pussy is soaking, and the muscles and nerves between my legs are hot and vibrating. I need to do some thinking about that last thing I wrote, but it will have to wait. Right now, my body is crying for a release. I’ve waited long enough. Sir has given me no orders about not touching myself today, so I’m free to do as I please. I’m glad I got up so early, allowing me plenty of time to take care of myself before going to work.

My fingers slip inside my panties. I begin slowly caressing myself as I decide just how I want to do this. My fingertips glide easily across my hot, moist flesh, further inflaming my desire.

It doesn’t take long before an idea comes to me, which is a very good thing, because even my casual rubbing is bringing me close to the edge. Reluctantly, I pull my hand out of my panties, stand up, and head for the bathroom.

I turn on the water in the tub, fiddling with the knobs until the temperature is just right—hot, but not too hot. I close the drain and pour in some of my favorite lavender scented bubble bath. While the tub fills with water and bubbles, I go and gather the few things I’ll need to bring my plan to fruition.

Returning to the bathroom, I breathe in the relaxing scent released by the lavender bubbles. I light ten tea light candles and arrange them atop the edges of the tub, leaving a space in the center for me to step in. Next, I grab the shower massager from its bracket and let it dangle down into the tub, where it will be within easy reach when I need it.

With my bath preparations done, I open my tube of lube and begin rubbing it into the crack of my ass. It feels slippery and cool. After a moment, I squeeze another big glob onto the tip of my index finger and then slide it into my anus. My finger slips inside easily.

Once I’m fully lubed, I take