Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence)

by Roberts, Laylah

  She swallowed hard.

  “Oh baby.”

  She felt Derrick tremble. Was he disgusted? Did he want her to stop?

  “Keep going.”

  “We’d been working toward anal sex. I thought he was being so patient, starting with a baby plug and working our way up. But this plug was massive and it hurt. Then using his own spit as lube, he had sex with me.”

  “He raped you,” Derrick said in a tight voice.

  “That’s not how he saw it. He told me I was his. That I wasn’t allowed to flirt with other guys, touch them, and that I was his only to do with what he liked. He untied me after that, told me to go wash up and get into bed. Do you know what? I did just that. I was so numb, in so much pain, I just washed up and curled up in bed.”

  “Oh, Jacey, you can’t blame yourself for that.” He hugged her tight. “Christ, I’m just so glad you left him after that. I hope you pressed charges.”

  She shook her head. She couldn’t tell him the truth. That she’d been too scared to leave him, frightened because she had nowhere to go. She’d known that her parents wouldn’t help her and she had no real friends. So she’d stayed, until the day she’d known he would no longer allow her to live.

  “Stephan has friends in high places. I could never have made any charges stick.”

  “So he’s out there? Free? What’s his last name?”

  “Whoa.” She sat up and stared down at him. “No way.”

  “No way, what?”

  “No way am I telling you his last name. You are not going after him.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “I assure you, I can take care of him. Quickly and quietly.”

  Jacey frantically shook her head. “You don’t understand, Stephan is powerful, he could ruin you. No, I’m not telling you anything more. Besides, you said it didn’t matter, remember?”

  Derrick smiled. “That was before you told me all of this. Are you trying to protect me, love? There’s really no need. I promise that I can look after myself.”

  Jacey crossed her arms over her naked chest. “Uh-uh, no way am I telling you.”

  He stared at her for a long moment, but didn’t push her. “Does he know about the baby?”

  Jacey bit her lip. How much should she tell him?

  “Jacey, does the father know?”

  “No,” she whispered. “And he can’t know. He can’t ever find us.”

  “You’re hiding from him. That’s why you worked at the diner, because they paid in cash.”

  “Yes.”

  “Is Jacey Reynolds your real name?”

  “No. Jacey is a name one of my nanny’s used to call me. I always liked it. Reynolds is my mother’s maiden name.”

  “Are you scared that if he finds you that he’ll try to take the baby or that he’ll hurt you?” Derrick asked seriously.

  “Both. He’s a violent man. Learning about the baby might anger him further. But he’ll be furious that I got away from him. I know he’s looking for me. He won’t let me go.”

  “Shh,” he told her, running his hand over her hair. “You have me to protect you now. No way am I going to let him near you.”

  “He’s very powerful, Derrick.”

  “Who is he?”

  “Please don’t ask me that. I can’t tell you. It’s too dangerous. For both of us.”

  She would never forgive herself if something happened to Derrick because of her. If Stephan found out where she was, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill Derrick.

  What had she been thinking, agreeing to stay here.

  “Derrick,” she began, looking up at him urgently. “I think I should lea−”

  He placed a finger against her mouth. “Don’t even think about it. I’m willing to let you keep his name a secret. For the moment. But only because you’ve had enough upsets lately. However, you will not try and protect me by leaving. That is unacceptable. I’m not without my own power and resources.”

  “You can’t take the risk,” she told him.

  He stared down at her arrogantly. “That’s my decision to make, not yours. You told me the other night about how he abused you, I take it that happened more than once?”

  “Yes. That was just the beginning.”

  She couldn’t stop the tremor that shook her body. Derrick scooped her up into his lap.

  “Can you tell me the rest?”

  Somehow the fact that he asked rather than demanded made it easier for her to find the words.

  “In the beginning, everything was so good. I thought that he was perfect for me. The fact that he was into BDSM was both scary and exciting. I thought we would have this perfect life, you know? Like the naïve idiot I was, I had it all planned out. But he changed. He became more demanding. Like I told you before he was jealous and would go into these violent rages.”

  She took a deep, shuddering breath and he rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.

  “He started to dictate what I could wear and who I could see. It got so bad that I couldn’t even get dressed without his permission, sometimes I went days where I was completely naked. Luckily, he didn’t want anyone else to know what went on in our marriage, so he never paraded me around in front of others.”

  Leaning in, he kissed her forehead.

  “I had to do whatever he said. If he wanted sex, food, whatever, it was my duty to supply it. I had no say in anything.”

  “Oh, baby. Christ, I hope you know that wasn’t a true power exchange relationship. That was abuse, pure and simple.”

  “Power exchange?”

  He nodded. “Where one partner gives up their power completely to another. It’s always consensual and it’s something that both partners want. While the submissive partner is expected to give total obedience, the dominant partner also has responsibilities to care and protect for their slave.”

  “Have you-have you ever had a slave?”

  “No,” he replied and relief instantly filled her. “It’s not something I’ve ever been interested in. I have no desire to take charge of every aspect of your life and I would never force you to do something that you didn’t fully want.”

  She nodded. She knew he wouldn’t.

  “I’m still scared,” she whispered. “I trust you and I know you aren’t him, but I’m still scared.”

  “I know you are, but the only way to get rid of your fear is to face it, to take away its power.”

  “What if I truly couldn’t do any of this again, would you still want me then?”

  “Yes,” he replied without hesitation.

  Her gaze widened. “Truthfully?”

  “Yes. It’s you I want. I would never do anything to scare you.”

  She didn’t want him to sacrifice such a large part of his life for her, though.

  “But don’t let what he did ruin something you wanted, that you dreamed about. You’re safe here. Tell me what you’ve dreamed about. Tell me what you desire. Before he showed his true colors was there anything you liked?”

  Jacey took a deep breath and thought back to before Stephan became abusive. She shifted on Derrick’s lap, tapping her fingers against her thigh. Derrick covered her hand with one of his.

  “Well?”

  “I guess, umm, do we really have to talk about this? I mean, I feel like I’m laying myself bare here.”

  He was silent for a long moment. “Fair enough. You tell me this, and then I’ll tell you something about myself.”

  Curiosity filled her. Having Derrick open up was worth having to bare herself to him.

  “I always dreamed about being tied up. I liked it before Stephan showed his true side. Tied up and blindfolded.” She blushed as she spoke.

  “Very good, and what else?”

  She cleared her throat. “Well, I guess I was attracted to how Stephan took charge. In the beginning, you know, before he became violent and demanding.”

  He nodded.

  “What else have you dreamed about? What toys turn you on?”

  “Derrick,” she protested. />
  “Vibrators?”

  She nodded.

  “What else? Nipple clamps? Anal plugs.”

  She groaned, but nodded again. Oh Lord, her cheeks were burning.

  “Anything else, baby?”

  “Umm, Stephan used this flogger on me. A soft one, not that one he used later on.” She shuddered at the memory.

  He ran his hand up and down her back. “What about spankings? Did you ever enjoy those?”

  She shook her head, burying her face against his chest.

  “Oh no?”

  “No,” she replied firmly.

  “You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you, Jacey? Because I can soon check whether you are or not.”

  “Spankings hurt, they’re not fun at all.”

  “Have you never dreamed about getting an erotic spanking, Jacey? Or about being turned over a knee and having your butt paddled as punishment for being a naughty sub? Hmm?”

  “No!”

  “Well, shall we just test that? Spread your legs.”

  “Derrick,” she moaned.

  “Jacey,” he said more firmly. “Spread your legs now.”

  She was wearing one of the long, flowing skirts he’d bought her and he easily pushed the material up to her waist to reveal her soaked panties.

  “Pink panties, very pretty.” He cupped her mound. Jacey was grateful that she’d shaved in the shower this morning as he pulled her panties to the side and dipped a finger into her soaking wet pussy.

  “Hmm, very wet.”

  Embarrassed, she attempted to close her legs.

  Derrick kept his hand where it was, turning his face to look at her sternly.

  “Jacey. Part your legs.”

  Oh God, that voice. The command had her slowly opening her thighs.

  “Good girl.”

  Her heart lightened and she relaxed slightly. He ran his finger up her slit, tapping it against her swollen clit, circling it, tapping it, circling it again.

  Jacey leaned her head against his shoulder, her breath coming faster as she moaned softly.

  “Wait until you have permission, Jacey,” he told her.

  A low whimper escaped as she tried to gain some control over herself. Then he thrust a thick finger inside her and she clenched around him as he used his thumb to manipulate her clit.

  “Derrick, please,” she cried.

  “Tell me how that feels,” he demanded.

  “Good.”

  He chuckled. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to come.”

  She groaned in protest. “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. Open up to me, Jacey. How do you feel? What do you like? Do you like having my finger inside you?”

  “Yes,” she cried. “But I want more.”

  “More? Two fingers?” He pushed another finger inside and she thrust her hips up.

  “Yes, please. Move them.”

  “Like this?” He drove them in and out of her passage. “Or like this?” Curling his fingers, he brushed them against a sensitive spot inside her that almost had her coming instantly.

  He laughed again and the sound of his happiness had her opening her eyes to stare up at him. She grinned.

  “Both,” she told him. “I like both. A lot. But I prefer having you inside me.”

  He shook his head. “Not this time. This time is all for you, baby. Are you feeling hot?”

  She nodded her head. “I’m on fire. I want more. I want to come. Please make me come.” This wasn’t her. This wasn’t the demure woman her mother had raised. But Jacey didn’t want to be that girl anymore.

  The new Jacey was bold, daring.

  “I need to come, Derrick. Don’t make me wait.”

  “Then come.”

  Leaning in, he took her mouth in a deep kiss as his thumb flicked her clit furiously. The tips of his fingers brushed against her insides, making her shake. His tongue continued to play with hers, his mouth capturing her cry of rapture as she came.

  He pressed down firmly on her clit, prolonging her orgasm as her passage continued to pulsate around him.

  Finally, she collapsed against him, completely sated.

  Derrick licked her essence from his fingertips and her clit throbbed at the erotic sight.

  Once she’d regained her breath, she sat up slightly. “Tell me something about you.”

  “What would you like to know?” he asked.

  “Tell me about your family. Do you have any siblings? Parents?”

  “Both of my parents are dead. I barely remember my father and my mother died when I was eighteen. I have a younger brother, Matt. He’s an asshole. The only good thing he ever did was marry Holly. Of course, he treated her abominably.”

  Jacey knew how close he and Holly were.

  “You don’t have anything to do with him?”

  “No. Holly was in a bad accident a few years ago and hurt her leg badly. She was facing a long road of therapy and recovery. My asshole brother visited her in the hospital to tell her he wanted a divorce.”

  “That’s terrible.”

  “Probably the best thing that could have happened. I moved her in with me, arranged for all her therapy. While she was recovering, she started working for me as my personal assistant. She still does.”

  “But she doesn’t live in Austin?”

  “No, she and Brax live near Waco.”

  “You must miss her.”

  “We talk most days. She’s very important to me. Closer to me than my brother ever was.”

  Jacey wondered what Holly would think of her.

  “She’ll like you,” Derrick said as if sensing her worry.

  “She might think I’m using you.”

  “Nobody who meets you could think that,” he told her. “Holly’s a great person. Trust me. You two will get on great.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Jacey woke from her nap with a yawn. These days it felt like all she did was sleep and eat. Derrick had encouraged that throughout the two weeks she’d now been living here. Sitting, she rose from the bed slowly, knowing from experience that getting up too quickly would often result in a head rush.

  Entering the bathroom, she used the facilities before washing her face to freshen up. Heading back into the bedroom, she got dressed. Just as she was moving toward the door, it opened and Derrick walked in.

  “Ahh, thought you might be up,” he said.

  Jacey placed her hands on her hips. “All right, where is it?”

  “Where is what?” he asked, his eyes wide with innocence.

  “The baby monitor,” she said, walking around the room to look for it. Where had he hidden it this time? She’d made him remove it the second day. It was ridiculous for him to run up the stairs every time she needed to go to the bathroom. But there had been too many coincidences where he would turn up just as she started moving around. There had to be another monitor. She’d feel invaded if she hadn’t realized he’d done it out of concern.

  He probably had a half dozen of them. The nursery he’d set up for Holly’s baby was overflowing with stuff he’d bought, usually two of the same thing. He truly adored his sister-in-law, Holly, and Jacey got the feeling that Holly’s baby would be spoiled rotten.

  Jacey placed her hand over her stomach, thinking about everything she couldn’t afford to buy her own baby. But it would be loved and protected. She would do everything she could to ensure that.

  “What’s wrong?” Derrick asked, placing his hand over hers. “Is it the baby? Are you in pain?”

  “What? Oh no, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

  “About what?” he asked.

  “Oh, nothing.”

  Derrick turned her toward him. He drew her closer, kissing her softly.

  “Want to rethink that answer, sweetheart? We don’t have a lot of time before your doctor’s appointment, but I think I can squeeze in enough time to get you nicely hot and bothered before we get there. Could make the car ride over very interesting.”

  She blushed. �
��You wouldn’t!”

  He stared at her calmly. Oh God, he would. There had been a few times in the past week where she’d brushed off his questions with vague answers. She’d soon learned how serious he was about her talking to him.

  He was so devious. Each time she’d brushed him off, he’d aroused her to the point of completion then refused to allow her orgasm. When she’d tried to take matters into her own hands, he’d tied her hands with silken ropes behind her back then started all over again.

  She’d soon got the message.

  “No, don’t,” she cried as he raised her t-shirt. “I’ll talk! I’ll talk! You should have been an interrogator.”

  He chuckled, but kept his hands cupped over her breasts. “I don’t think the Geneva Convention would approve of my techniques.”

  “No, it goes above and beyond. I think a spanking would be less torturous.”

  “Just say the word, beautiful,” he told her, his voice growing thick with desire. She glanced down at his pants where his erection pressed against them firmly.

  She licked her lips.

  He’d promised not to spank her until she was ready. Only the more he mentioned it, the hotter she grew.

  “Damn it, Jacey. Don’t look at me like that. We don’t have time for a spanking or play. I don’t think you want to go the doctor with a red ass anyway. Tell me.”

  Jacey drew in a deep breath. “Guess I was just thinking about everything I can’t give this baby.”

  His gaze narrowed and she carried on quickly, before he thought she was being greedy.

  “But I can give him or her a lot of love. And protection. I know that, it’s just…” she trailed off.

  “I don’t want you worrying about what you can and can’t buy for this baby. You know this baby won’t want for anything, don’t you?”

  “Derrick, you can’t just buy us whatever we need.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because…because I feel like I’m using you. You won’t even let me repay you by doing anything around here.”

  “I pay people to do that,” he said arrogantly. “Would you do them out of a job?”

  “Of course not!” she replied indignantly. “I just wish I felt like I was contributing.”