“Open your mouth, beautiful. Surrender, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
Her insides squirmed as she stared at his cock and the thick blue veins popping out on its surface. Derek pressed her head down, not forcing, but gently directing and taking control.
“We’ll go slow. We have all night.”
Sally dipped her head. Derek gathered her hair, guiding her onto his shaft. The head of his cock slipped into her mouth filling it. He tasted exotic, like a man. The faint fumes of chlorine were there, too. She ignored that and focused on the sin all wrapped up in a velvet package that was him. Beneath the velvet, pure steel greeted her. The hardness of his cock represented the certainty of his will. His power terrified her. His confidence eased those fears. He commanded not with force, but with something much stronger. His absolute assurance she would obey made her swoon and her body pulse with pleasure.
It was time to serve. She began with the head of his cock, giving it a little lick.
He groaned, letting her know how much he loved what she was doing.
“That’s good,” he said. “Take me deeper. Your tongue is amazing. I love how your lips feel around my cock, but I want more.” Then he released her, giving her full control.
Sally had never been an expert in giving head. She’d had some experience in college, but Thomas was the first real lover she’d been able to experiment with. The few times she had gone down on him, he seemed to enjoy it, but he never really told her what felt good.
Thomas had also been quite a bit smaller than Derek. Her lips stretched, the corners tightening as she opened wide enough to fit the flare of his cock inside her mouth. She started with the tip, going slow, and finding a way to suck and breathe at the same time.
Derek guided her efforts, first with his words, then with his moans, and finally with his hands, coaching her how to breathe and take him deeper. He even angled her neck when she started to gag, helping her control her reflexes and demanding she push herself for his pleasure.
He pulled her off his cock and told her how to swirl her tongue around the tip, and how the sensitive area underneath could be pleasured with a flick of her tongue. How to use her lips to create suction. He even took her by the head, taking away all her control, forcing her up and down his shaft with short, rapid jabs as he thrust his hips forward and back.
Her pussy clenched with rising heat and all she wanted was to have him inside of her, pumping into her with the same ferocity he used on her mouth.
He released her, panting deeply. The veins in his neck stood out with his strain.
“What’s wrong?” Sally had no idea why he suddenly stopped. “Did I do something wrong?”
He panted. “If I keep going, I’m going to lose control.”
She kissed his glans with reverence, using her tongue to lick his sensitive slit.
He pulled away. “Stop,” he said, “or I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“Don’t stop,” she said. She wanted to give this to him.
“You don’t understand.” His words came in panting gasps. “I want to face fuck you, and pound into you until you can’t breathe. I’m not the soft and gentle kind of guy when it comes to this. I won’t hold back.”
Sally considered for a moment, feeling the power of her sexuality come alive. She’d never had a man respond like this. It was a heady and sensual feeling. She bit her lower lip and came to a decision. “Do it,” she said.
“Sally,” he cautioned, “you don’t understand.”
“You want this,” she said. His rapid panting told her that much. “Use me.”
Darkness glittered in his lust-filled eyes. He barely held himself back.
“You said to trust you.” She sucked him into her mouth again and held him there, staring into his eyes, giving him permission to take.
He groaned. “If it gets too intense, tap the side of my leg, and I’ll stop.” He wrapped his fingers in her hair, effectively immobilizing her head. Then, he shoved his cock into her mouth, slamming deep until she choked, but he didn’t stop like before. He pulled out and slammed forward again, bringing tears to her eyes. She tried to suck, lick, and swallow as he increased the tempo but found herself struggling.
With his hands fisted in her hair, he pumped his hips, grinding as he buried himself in her mouth. The water splashed, and panic nearly overwhelmed her, but she didn’t tap his leg. Her scalp hurt from where he pulled at her roots, but she didn’t tap his leg. Tears spilled out the corners of her eyes, washed away by the water, and she still refused to tap out. She gagged and saliva pooled in her mouth.
She couldn’t breathe and fought not to gag. He slammed deep, blocking her airway, and panic rose. Her fingers fluttered over his thigh, moments from tapping out. But then, his hips jerked. Derek growled. His release splashed against the back of her throat, and she swallowed every drop.
After his orgasm had rolled through him, he swept hair off of her face and pulled out. He slipped into the Jacuzzi, joining her in the warm water, and gathered her in a tight embrace. “You won’t get timid or tentative touches from me.”
She didn’t want timid or tentative anything from Derek. Not after that. She wanted feral and raw. That edge of panic had been one of the most thrilling moments of her life. Having no control had been liberating. Him taking what he’d wanted had been exciting. She needed more of that.
He smoothed the hair on her head. “I want you, Sally, every bit of you. I want to give you pleasure, make you come, tease you and torture you until you beg for release. I want power and control over you, your body, your desires, and your pleasure. It will be hard at first, but if you trust me, I will free you.”
Sally reached out and placed her hand over the steady beat of his heart. Derek LeMark had to be the most confident man she had ever met. Could she give herself over and trust him to take her places she could never reach on her own? After five years of living a numbed life, it was time.
Sally took in a breath and blew it out slowly. “I’m scared, but I don’t want to stop.”
“Now that is music to my ears.” Derek nibbled on her earlobe. One hand reached down to cup her breast, the other to cup her bottom. He pulled her against him. “Let’s begin, my pretty submissive.” His fingers found her nipple and Derek squeezed.
Chapter 14
The Morning After
Sally stretched lazily in the small twin bed. The gentle rocking of the yacht and the hum of the engines vibrated up from the engine room through the mattress. Light spilled through the porthole of her private cabin, urging her to wake up. She didn’t want to move. Her entire body felt sore and deliciously used. It was from the sex which wasn’t sex. Derek had given her six mind-blowing orgasms, more in one night than she had had in a very, very, long time.
Six!
All with his hands and insanely talented mouth. She had wanted him inside of her, truly fucking her, but he said they had to wait. Something about principles, restraint, and control.
None of it made sense, but she had placed her trust in him to lead. He had face-fucked her again. It was such a silly word—his word—it made her snicker every time he said it or when she thought it. They had both enjoyed themselves, taking pleasure from each other's bodies until the late hours of the night.
His lust was primal, raw, brutal, and wonderful. What would it be like when he finally took her, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy? Derek proved himself a master with his fingers and his tongue as he taught her many new things about her body, some she didn’t think possible.
At the end of the night, she expected to share his bed. Instead, he took her to this cabin, with its small bed and private bath. She’d slept alone.
She wasn’t certain what to think about that. His attentions had been tender and sincere, but why didn’t he share his bed? He had laughed, saying it would be too dangerous. It would test his resolve and control too much.
It mystified her even after his explanation. He said they had a long day ahead of them and wou
ld both need their sleep, something they wouldn’t get if they shared a cabin.
Dawn’s light flickered into her eyes. She groaned and rolled over pulling the covers over her head, but it was getting late.
She sat up and stretched out sore muscles. Who knew sex could be physically demanding? Her dress, bra, and panties were neatly folded on top of the dresser. Derek must have brought them in some time during the night after he put her to bed. Next to her clothes lay another stack of clothing. White linen pants, a sky blue tank top, a matching jacket, and even a bra and panties sat there waiting. On the floor, next to her heels, sat a pair of loafers. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion as she checked the sizes and slipped on the shoes. A perfect fit. Now how the blazes did he know her dress and shoe size?
Suspicion flashed in her mind, but, frankly, she was glad to have something other than her clothes from last night to wear. Somehow, it seemed trashy to wear a little black dress home the next morning.
She headed to the small bathroom to freshen up and wasn’t the least surprised to see a set of toiletry items neatly laid out next to the sink. His attention to her needs made her feel all warm inside. A girl could get used to that.
She’d been taught to accept kindness and gifts from others but to repay them as soon as possible. Her father’s principles were ingrained too deeply in her psyche to be ignored. There was no way she could hold a candle to Derek’s ability to gift her with…well, everything he had so far, but she would find a way.
After she had finished dressing, Sally headed to the main deck. The bank of windows peered out over a gray mass of San Francisco fog.
“Good morning, Sally.” Ellen’s curls spilled wildly around her face, cascading down her shoulders in disarray. She sat on one of the couches and balanced a coffee cup on her knee.
“Good morning,” she answered.
Ellen waved to the table. “There’s coffee. The men aren’t conscious yet.” Ellen brought a coffee cup to her lips and sipped with a look of pure heaven on her face.
“I don’t know.” She hesitated. “I feel like I should wait?”
“Wait for what?” Justine jogged up the stairs, speaking her first words since Sally had met the exotic beauty.
“Your speaking ban has been lifted, I see,” Ellen said matter-of-factly. “I thought Karl was going to keep you in silence for the whole week?” Ellen arched a brow in what looked like an expression of challenge.
Justine rolled her eyes. “As a matter of fact, it has. I’m not breaking any rules, so you can’t go tattling on me.”
“I’m surprised. Karl doesn’t usually change his mind like that.” The smile on Ellen’s face looked predatory while remaining inquisitive at the same time.
Justine poured coffee. “Do you drink coffee, Sally?”
“No, thank you,” she replied.
Justine gave her a sublime smile.
“Sally, come sit over here.” Ellen patted the cushion next to her on the couch. “Until the beasts wake up, we can have some girl time. It’s not a luxury we usually get, so we need to enjoy it. I’m dying to find out more about you.”
“Oh yes!” Justine said. “Ellen, do you need a refill?”
“I would love one, but Warren says I drink too much caffeine. I’m only allowed one cup in the morning.”
“He won’t know if you have another,” Sally said.
Justine and Ellen exchanged a look and then Ellen glanced at Sally like she had grown a second head.
“What?” She shrugged. “What’s the matter?”
“Come sit down. We don’t call them beasts without reason. Warren would most definitely know because I would tell him.”
“Why?” Sally sat down on the couch.
“It’s this thing we do. Besides, he told me I’ll only have one cup in the morning, so that’s what I do.”
“Well, it’s not like he’s the boss of you,” she said.
Justine giggled. She sat opposite Sally and Ellen on the rug, leaning against the couch with her legs folded beneath her bottom.
“Shush, Justine. Remember what you’ve been told,” Ellen said.
Justine sipped from her cup. She narrowed her eyes and smirked. “I know, it was a funny comment, though. Warren is the boss of you.”
“Behave,” Ellen snapped, “or I tell Karl.”
“Oh, don’t be a spoil sport.” Justine pouted. She turned her attention to Sally and flashed her a smile. “I want to get to know the woman who’s snagged the great Derek LeMark’s interest. We don’t have much time before one of the beasts starts in with the demands.”
“Justine,” Ellen said with a sigh, “you’ve never been known for your tact.”
“It’s okay,” Sally said. “Why do you keep calling them beasts?”
Justine’s eyes widened. “Because they are. Absolute brutes, but then that’s why we love them. Isn’t that right Ellen?”
Ellen nodded. “Pretty much.”
“Are you and Karl married?” Sally asked Justine.
Justine screwed up her face before answering. “Not exactly, although I guess you could say he’s considering a more permanent arrangement.” She grabbed at her throat and a wistful expression graced her face.
“How long have you two been dating?” It was an innocent question, not unusual for people who were getting to know one another. She was surprised when Justine gave another giggle.
“Justine,” Ellen said in a level tone, “you’re not being very polite.” She turned to Sally and explained. “Karl and Justine have been…ah…an item, for a little over a year. Karl has been considering making it more of a permanent thing only recently, but Justine’s not a very well behaved…ah…partner. Which I think is why the silence ban went into effect in the first place. Right, Justine?”
“Oh, shove it,” Justine teased. “I don’t want to talk about me; I want to talk about Sally. How did the two of you meet?” Justine flashed Ellen a dangerous smile and then stuck out her tongue in a teasing gesture.
Sally relaxed. Even though the women traded thinly veiled insults and threats, it was clear they had a deep fondness for each other. She told them about the ballet, Derek, and his disappearing date.
“Ah, we heard about that one. Samantha something,” Justine said with a nod.
“Hurley, Samantha Hurley,” Ellen supplied for Justine. “You know her. She’s from the club.” Ellen emptied her cup and placed it on a side table. “She’s a presumptuous pretender.” Ellen waved a dismissive hand. “Derek’s not one to speak poorly about a sub, but he certainly didn’t have anything nice to say about that woman.” Ellen turned her question back to Sally. “What happened after that?”
She told them about Derek’s invitation to join her for another showing of The Nutcracker. “I wish I’d made it on time.” She went on to tell them about the traffic accident on the bridge and how irritated she had been when she’d been late.
“Thank goodness you did make it.” Justine got up and poured another cup of coffee. She lifted the pot. “Ellen, are you sure?”
Ellen’s lips pressed into a thin smile. “Positive, but if you want to pour me some orange juice that would be super sweet of you.”
“What exactly have you done to get under his skin?” Justine brought Ellen’s orange juice over and took her seat again on the floor.
Why didn’t Justine just sit on the couch like a normal person?
“Not sure really,” Sally said.
“Oh, come on,” Ellen pressed. “Derek’s already broken a few of his rules. What happened between you?”
“What rule did he break?”
“Ladies?” Derek’s deep rumble had her nearly jumping out of her skin. “Go downstairs and wake your men. We’ll be docking soon.”
Sally’s cell phone buzzed. Bruce? He never called unless there was an emergency. She glanced at Derek. “I have to take this.”
“I’ll give you privacy.”
“Thank you.”
Derek headed back downstairs, leaving S
ally alone. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Where are you?” Bruce’s voice fluttered with nerves. “I need you here.”
She glanced at her watch. “It’s not even eight. I told you I wouldn’t be in until after noon.”
“I know, but we got a body.”
They got bodies all day long, and during the night as well.
“And I’ll be there a little after noon to start.”
“Cops want it done ASAP.” His tone turned nasal and reedy. Someone was pressuring him. Bruce didn’t do well with conflict or demands. He barely did the office work assigned to him.
“Well, they’re going to have to wait.” No way was she cutting her time short with Derek.
“Is there any way you can get here sooner? They’re breathing down my neck.”
“Why? What’s so special about this one?”
“You gotta see it. It’s freaky weird.”
She’d seen a lot of weird things during her stent as Medical Examiner. It would take a lot to rattle her. “How?”
“They say the guy was gutted, but it’s what’s coming out that’s gross.”
The human body was filled with all kinds of fluids. “If they penetrated the stomach—“
“Yeah, I know all about that, but this is different.” He paused on the other end, almost as if he were standing over the body looking at it. “This stuff is white. Looks like cream.”
The stairs creaked with Derek’s return. “Everything all right?”
She cupped the mouthpiece of the phone. “Work emergency.”
“I thought all your patients were already dead?”
“True. I guess the cops are breathing down my assistant’s neck. I need to get there.”
“We’re docking now. Let me take you to breakfast before you go, then we’ll get your car out of the garage.”
Her car. Ugh, she’d forgotten about her car. God only knew how much the garage would charge her for an overnight stay.
She placed the phone back to her ear. “Bruce, I’ll be there. Give me…” Looking to Derek, she asked how long it would take.
“Two more hours, darling,” Derek said.
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