Wild Pitch (Dominating the Diamond Book 1)

63. EPILOGUE

From the shadows at our team’s entrance to the stadium, I stare up at the crowd filling the stands for the All Star Game. The fear and imposter syndrome that kept me hiding in my locker room a year ago are a distant memory. There’s no space for them while pride and the best sort of pre-game adrenaline course through my veins.

I don’t think the crowd could possibly cheer any louder than they do when Reyes runs out onto the field. But when I step onto the green a heartbeat later, the clamor of excitement crescendos to a mind-numbing roar. He grins over his shoulder at me, and it’s almost hard to remember the gruff, seasoned player who snapped at me for daring to talk to him in the dugout during last year’s game.

The Texas sun beats down on the mound, and the humidity and heat make me miss playing in temperate San Diego almost as much as I miss having Reyes behind the plate. What I don’t miss is waiting for Alejandro to finish with Mateo long after the rest of the team left us behind or watching him try so hard to hide his pain. Pitching to someone else is a small price to pay to have Mateo healthy, happy, and still on the field with me.

The game flies by, but when the ninth inning ends and the fans begin the wild rush to their cars in an attempt to beat the traffic, the post-game interviews are less interested in our victory than in the name written in bold letters across the back of my new jersey.

Ramirez-Reyes.

It isn’t like the big reveal should come as a surprise. After the mess we got ourselves into during the great trade misunderstanding last year, Mateo and I agreed that trying to hide our relationship could only do more harm than good. Of course, it was also far easier to float our relationship news out there during the off-season when we didn’t have constant interviews and cameras in our faces.

The questions are polite, but I drift off thinking about the wedding that brought Mateo and me to Texas a few days early. It was small–or at least, as small as a Latinx-Filipino wedding could be–with a lot of family and too much food. After Mateo’s family moved down to Southern California to be closer to us, it was a toss-up whose home we would get married at, but the All Star Game and Leila’s internship both being in Texas tipped the scale in my mothers’ favor.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat the question?” I ask when Mateo nudges me with his elbow and a barely concealed grin.

“Any plans for the honeymoon?” the reporter repeats, clearly frustrated with Mateo’s lack of details about our wedding.

“We’re on the road all the time,” I answer with a polite smile. “All we want to do is spend as much time together as we can.”

As much as I enjoy visiting my family in Texas, I can’t wait to get my new husband somewhere with enough privacy to do all the things I could never do in my mothers’ house. We barely get the door of our new home locked behind us before Mateo has his lips locked on mine and his thumbs teasing the waistband of my yoga pants.

I pull his hair and break the kiss. It’s only a gentle scrape of my nails along his scalp and a quick tug, but the way he moans and licks his already swollen lips makes me melt.

“Go shower,” I say after I strip him to his boxers, doing my best to ignore the precum already staining them.

He waits for me to strip to my panties and sports bra before grabbing my waist. With that pouty look he’s perfected over the last few months, he asks, “Shower with me?”

I slap his hands away and reach for his dick after all. Squeezing him until his lips part and his eyelids grow heavy, I guide him back into the hallway.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” I warn. When he turns to hurry toward our master bath, I give his ass one good smack and head up the stairs to the loft that sold us on this place.

The large loft covers the entire third story, and the French doors that open onto a small balcony overlooking the water let in plenty of light without putting us at risk of any unintentional exhibitionism. I drop the rest of my clothes into the hamper hidden in the base of our custom erotic massage table and hop into the shower. Scalding water steams up the clear glass pane between the shower and the emperor bed, but I don’t have time to luxuriate beneath the rain showerhead or to appreciate the distant city view through the windows set in the dark tile wall.

I pat myself with the towel, wrap my hair on top of my head, and let my body finish air drying while I set up the room for tonight’s scene. By the time I have my toys freshly cleaned and arranged by the bed, sparkling wine chilling beside the oversized bathtub, water and Mateo’s favorite aftercare snacks prepped in the mini fridge, the overhead lights dimmed, and the room bathed in candlelight, my body is ready for a quick application of strawberry body butter and my newest lingerie set.

Flipping on the colored LED lights that line the perimeter of the ceiling, the mirrors set over the bed and bathtub, and around the buttoned velvet headboard, I take one final breath to center myself for Domme space and open the door.

Kneeling on the thick mat with a leather bolster to support his back and joints, Mateo waits with his head bowed and palms on his thighs. He keeps his eyes lowered, and the water in his black hair glimmers in shades of pink and blue. Gloriously naked, his cock stands proud in his submission.

“Such a good boy.”

I hook two fingers under his chin and raise his gaze slowly. The way he drinks every inch of me in with such hungry intensity in his dark eyes never ceases to send chills racing down my spine and heat flooding my core. When he reaches the deep purple latex that laces from my mound to the deep v in the translucent mesh over my tits, he leans in to kiss me through the fabric.

Mateo takes my hands and lets me guide him to his feet, but he waits to enter our nest a step behind me. As soon as my back is turned to reveal the easy-access arrangement of velvet laces and little else, his deep groan tells me how much he appreciates his reward for staying in his place.

“Are we finally going to break in the bed?” he asks as he wraps his arms around me from behind.

“I may not be traditional in any sense of the word, but we had to leave something for after the wedding.”

Laughter fills his belly and vibrates through my spine.

“You’re laughing now–” I tease, which only makes him laugh harder.

Slow kisses from my shoulder up my neck do more to wash away the stress of travel than my hasty shower. As much as I have planned for tonight, I relax into his strength and enjoy every lick and bite. Mateo takes his time, getting rougher by the second, taking advantage of the week break until we have to be professional again to mark my neck.

“Do your worst,” he whispers in my ear, thrusting his hips against mine, teasing me through my backless bodysuit, and streaking precum on my bare skin.

“Get on the bed, then. And crawl for me. You know how I like a show.”

Mateo does not disappoint. He crawls to the center of the massive bed with his hips swaying, and the steel plug that’s already in his ass catching the colorful light. Using every bit of the mobility we’ve been working on, he lowers his chest to the mattress with his ass high, tight, and begging for attention.

“You talk a big game for such a desperate pet,” I say. “Did you really think you could shake your pretty ass and get what you wanted this easily?”

“It was worth a shot.” I can hear the grin in his voice before he looks over his shoulder and adds, “Mami.”

“Nice save.” I roll my eyes and motion for him to turn around.

I guide him into a high kneeling position and buckle a wide, padded leather belt around his waist. Matching cuffs adorn his ankles, and I guide his hands to the looped leather bands that hang from the posts on either side of the bed. With their extra wide bands and sheepskin padding, they provide support more than restraint.

When I pull the fuck machine from beneath the bed, Mateo groans.

“How are you going to use that in this outfit?” he asks.

“Oh, honey, I thought you wanted me to do my worst?”

I set the toy on the bed and slide the contraption between Mateo’s legs. “Not exactly what I had in mind to break the bed,” he says while I’m kneeling behind him stroking the medium-sized dildo attachment until it’s slick with lube and removing his plug.

“Do you want to stop?” I ask. “We can break our bed in like the most vanilla of couples on our wedding night, if you want.”

“Green!” he shouts.

I guide him back onto the toy, glad he thought to get himself ready with his own toy before coming up. I secure his ankle cuffs and the harness around his waist to the below-bed restraints. He’s already squirming on the machine, and I haven’t even turned it on yet. Restrained in every direction, there’s nowhere for him to go.

“Since we’re celebrating our wedding night, I’ll let you control something.”

Onto his finger, I slide the ring that controls the vibrating egg in my cunt. He doesn’t need the explanation of what it does or how to use it, so I turn on the machine and reach for my final toy.