“You like having your breasts played with, don’t you, baby? You love having your nipples suckled and pinched.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she cried as he pinched first one nipple then the other. Her breasts had become far more sensitive with her pregnancy and her clit throbbed with every touch of his fingers against her nipples.
“Don’t come without permission, baby. I’d hate to have to punish you tonight when I have so much in store for you,” he whispered.
Jacey whimpered, trying hard to think of anything else but his erection brushing against her buttocks, the thick plug that was settled deep into her ass, the fingers mercilessly playing with her nipples.
He pulled back then placing his hand on her shoulders, drew her up until she was kneeling, her weight resting on her haunches.
“Scoot forward a bit; I don’t want you tumbling off the end of the bed. Hands on your head, very nice,” he praised. “Keep those thighs nice and wide. Your pussy should always be accessible to me. In fact,” he knelt in front of her and reached down to run his finger along the lips of her pussy, “I think that when we’re here alone that your legs should always be open to me, even when you sleep.”
He’d gone insane.
She dropped her hands to his shoulders, resting them there as she started to sway with pleasure. Immediately, he stopped and she glanced up at him in question.
“Where are your hands supposed to be?” he growled.
Jacey snatched them away from his shoulders, placing them on her head. “Sorry, Sir.”
He shook his head. “Not good enough.” He sighed. “Guess I’m just going to have to bind you.” He rose from the bed. “Hands behind your back.”
He tied her wrists together, tugging at the binding to test them.
“Wiggle your fingers. Good. Tell me if you have any numbness or tingling,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied as he knelt on the bed in front of her.
“Sit back on your haunches.”
She sat back, her balance much better. Derrick cupped her breasts, pushing them together so he could lick her nipples. They stiffened, elongating as he pinched and suckled them in turns. Moisture coated her pussy, her breath coming faster and she knew she was close to coming.
Clenching her jaw, she fought against the impending orgasm.
“Such beautiful breasts.” Derrick leaned back, holding her breasts up. “Look at how puffy and stiff your nipples are.”
She glanced down at herself. Her nipples stood at attention, begging for more pleasure as his tanned hands held her breasts up.
Derrick let her breasts drop as he ran one hand down her stomach to her pussy. He dipped two fingers into her welcoming pussy.
“Sir, please,” she begged as he thrust his fingers in and out.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
He pulled his fingers out and she cried out in denial as he grinned down at her.
“No, not yet.” He smeared her juices all over his thick shaft. “First, I want you to lick your cream from my cock.”
He sat back against the headboard and spread his legs wide. Jacey shuffled herself forward, leaning down she took the head of him into her mouth.
Without the use of her hands, she was clumsy until she found her rhythm. But once she had her balance, she sucked on him eagerly, bobbing her head up and down.
“Aw, Christ, baby. That feels so damn good. Faster. Stronger.”
Jacey increased her speed, delighting in his groans of pleasure. When he reached down and pulled her off his shaft, she moaned in protest.
“Uh, uh,” he said as he lifted her so she was straddling him. “Much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I decide when and how I come, not you.” He pinched each nipple. Hard. She arched her back, groaning.
“Now turn around. Make sure you don’t lose that plug in your ass.”
She turned so she was facing away from him, still straddling his hips.
“Rise up, lower yourself on my cock very slowly.”
He held his cock with one hand, his other hand wrapped around her bound wrists as she lowered herself onto his thick shaft. They both let out a low moan of pleasure once he was fully inside her.
Derrick placed his hands on her hips. “Ride me, beautiful.” He guided her movements, slow at first then increasing in speed until she was slamming her hips down onto him, her pussy making suctioning sounds as she took him deep inside her.
With the plug in her ass and Derrick lodged deep in her pussy, she was overflowing, full and needy. He let go of her right hip, reaching around with one hand to flick her clit with his fingers.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried out. There was no way she could hold back her orgasm. “Please, Sir, let me come.”
“You can come, baby girl.”
With a cry that she quickly tried to stifle, she came violently, shuddering around him, barely hearing his own shout of completion as he emptied himself inside her.
Jacey slumped forward, murmuring a protest as he rose with her in his arms. Carrying her into the bathroom, he sat her on the counter before turning the water on in the shower.
Undoing the binding around her wrists, he rubbed her arms.
“That was amazing,” she told him.
“Baby, that was nothing. There is plenty more to come.”
Oh sugar.
***
“Well, why haven’t you made another move?” Stephan demanded as soon as Evan picked up the phone.
“An issue has developed,” Evan said.
“An issue? What sort of fucking issue? You know, if you’d just finished her off the other night then we wouldn’t have any issues.”
“Did you want me to get caught? I guess that wouldn’t worry you any, though, would it? Two birds with one stone, get rid of the two witnesses to what you did.”
“What I did? You’re the one who shot him,” Stephan yelled back.
“On your orders, brother dearest. How much have I done for you over the years and yet you’re happy to throw me to the dogs.”
Stephan reined in his temper, realizing this was going nowhere fast. “I’m sorry, of course I don’t want that. I’m just eager to get this taken care of, you know that. I would never let you go down for any of this. You’re my brother, we’re family. We only have each other.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Evan said, his voice calmer. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
“You’re the only one I trust,” Stephan told him. “What’s the issue, Evan?”
“Ashdown hired Hunter Black.”
“Fuck,” Stephan swore. Hunter Black was a pain in his ass. He’d been after him since his sister’s death. Angie had worked for Stephan. She’d simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her death had been made to look like an accident, Evan had seen to that. Black had no reason to hunt him like this.
“Exactly. Be very careful, Stephan. Let me take care of Jacinta. I’ll get to her, I promise.”
“I know you will, brother.”
***
Jacey sat on the couch in their bedroom, watching the movie without really noticing what was on the screen. She jumped as she heard a creaking noise, her heart beating frantically before she realized it was just the wind.
She couldn’t continue on like this, her nerves couldn’t take it, not to mention the effect this was probably having on the baby. She had to do something to get rid of this threat over her head.
But so far she could only come up with one plan, one she knew that Derrick would not be impressed with. But what other choice did they have?
She glanced over as the door to the bedroom opened and Derrick stepped into the room. Instantly, her body went into overdrive, her clit tingling as her pussy clenched.
He raised an eyebrow as he saw her, his gaze running over her body. “Is that the way you should be dressed?”
Blushing, she stripped the large t-shirt off, leaving her completely naked.
“You’re forgetting something else,” he
said as he moved to stand in front of her.
Jacey widened her thighs, exposing her pussy to his gaze.
“Good girl. Although if I have to remind you again, you’ll be going over my knee.”
She shivered at his words as he leaned down and gave her a scorching hot kiss.
“How was your day?” he asked as he sat next to her, drawing one of her legs over his. They were both facing the TV, although neither were paying the movie playing any attention.
“Fine,” she said. “Boring. Just sitting around waiting for Evan and Stephan to make their move is driving me insane.”
He glanced over at her in sympathy. “I know, baby girl. But there is little else we can do. It’s too risky for you to leave the house right now.”
His voice was tired, the lines around his eyes pronounced tonight and Jacey felt bad for complaining when he was obviously stressed out.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. How was your day?”
He’d been working long hours lately, conducting most of his business by Skyping and conference calls to stay near the house.
“Not bad,” he said, running his hand up and down her inner thigh, his fingertips brushing her pussy occasionally. “The resort in Rarotonga is coming along now, after a rather rocky start.”
“Even though the locals think the site is haunted?” she asked, whimpering as he ran his fingertips over her labia, brushing by her clit.
“Hmm,” he said distractedly as he used the remote to change the channel to the late night news. “In the beginning we were having a hell of a time getting labor, but we’ve had the place blessed and that seems to have helped.”
Her breathing grew quicker as he continued to play with her pussy, swirling his fingers through her juices, twirling two fingers around her clit.
Orgasm flowed through her, swift and intense. Derrick simply pressed down on her clit, prolonging the pleasure until she’d drifted down from the high. Then he started all over again.
By the end of the news, she’d come five times and he was working her up to a sixth when there was a knock on the door.
“Yeah?” he called out, his voice slightly hoarse.
“It’s Hunter. We need to talk.”
“Okay. Give us a minute.” Derrick increased the speed of his fingers around her clit.
“I can’t,” she said in a whisper. Hunter was right outside the door. “What if he hears?”
“You’ll have to be very quiet,” he told her. “But you are going to come again.
He turned her so she was lying on her back on the couch, one leg up on the back, the other falling off the side. Derrick dove between her legs, sucking on her clit, thrusting his fingers in and out of her passage until Jacey arched up, this orgasm even more intense than the last five, perhaps due to the secret thrill of knowing that Hunter was waiting for them on the other side of the door.
Derrick sat up, a grin on his face. He stood and helped her stand, turning her toward the bathroom.
“Go get yourself cleaned up.”
Her head still in the clouds, she shuffled her way into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, Jacey had herself under some semblance of control once more when she pushed open the bathroom door.
“We have to make a move,” Hunter said. “We’re getting nowhere like this. You can’t live your lives in fear forever. Evan is out there watching. I know he is.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Derrick replied, sounding uncharacteristically impatient. The strain of this was getting to him and the guilt was eating at Jacey. “But we can’t do anything that might risk Jacey’s safety.”
“We need to set a trap,” Jacey interjected. Stepping into the room, she ignored Derrick’s scowl as she walked over and sat on the sofa. Hunter was leaning back against the mantel above the fireplace, his arms folded over his massive chest.
“What sort of trap?” Hunter asked.
“Well, I thought we could use me as bait to lure Evan out. Maybe I could drive somewhere and once Evan was following I could lead him somewhere for you to grab him.”
Derrick shook his head. “You’ve been watching too many crap cop shows,” he told her. “One, no one is using you as bait, it’s far too dangerous. And two, do you really think he’s going to be stupid enough to fall for such a simple trap and how exactly would we trap him?”
“Well, I figured Hunter would work out the details, he’s the one with experience in this,” she said surprised and a little put out by how he’d barrelled over her idea without even giving it some thought.
“Actually, it’s similar to what I’ve been thinking,” Hunter admitted.
“What?” Derrick said in a cold voice.
“Hear me out,” Hunter replied, unfazed. “I said it was similar not the same. I don’t think Evan’s stupid enough to believe that we’re stupid enough to let Jacey out of the house. But I do think if we dress someone up to look like her and put her in a car with you, Derrick; that he’ll be stupid enough to think we’re putting all our eggs in one basket.”
They both looked at him in confusion.
“Evan will think that we’ll have most of my men with Derrick and the fake-Jacey, leaving the real Jacey here with minimal protection. He’ll make a move on her and we’ll grab him.”
“How does that not risk Jacey?” Derrick asked loudly.
“Because we’ll already have removed Jacey to a safe house with Tiny and Connor.”
Jacey thought it over, it sounded like it could work.
“No,” Derrick said. “Absolutely not.”
“Won’t the security detail be stretched thin?” Jacey asked, ignoring Derrick’s scowl. “I mean, if you have Tiny and Connor with me and supposedly a couple of guys watching Derrick who’s left to grab Evan when he makes his move?”
“None of that matters because we’re not doing this,” Derrick insisted.
“I can call in some more men,” Hunter replied. “But the main problem I have is that I don’t have a female staff member.”
“Wow, that surprises me,” she said sarcastically. Hunter was at least as protective toward women as Derrick was.
“We need someone who is your build, who can look after themselves and who is willing to put themselves in a possibly dangerous situation. It would also help if they knew Austin well.”
She thought for a long moment. “I might know someone. But I’ll have to find her first.”
“No. The two of you listen to me carefully. This is not happening.” Derrick glared at them both.
“Let me work on him,” Jacey told Hunter.
***
“You know he’s right, don’t you?” Jacey asked as she lay with her head on Derrick’s chest in bed that night. She was exhausted. After Hunter left, Derrick had picked her up, placed her on the bed and brought her to orgasm twice before taking her.
Derrick just grunted.
“We can’t keep going like this, Derrick. I can’t keep going like this. I’m jumping at every noise; I spend most of my days in fear. It’s not good for the baby or for us. I think we have to try this.”
“I don’t like this. I don’t like us being separated.”
“I don’t either. I particularly don’t like the part where you’re driving around, trying to get Evan to follow you. I hope Hunter’s right and he’s too smart to fall for that. Maybe someone could pose as you as well. I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you, Derrick.”
He scooted down until his head was at her chest. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m more concerned about keeping you safe.”
“Then give this a try. Please, Derrick.”
He sighed and she knew she had him.
He took a nipple into his mouth. Her leg rested on his hip and he cupped her mound possessively.
She closed her eyes, exhaustion washing over her as he continued to suckle on her nipple.
This had to work. It just had to.
***
“Cady?”
Cady turned, her gaze darti
ng around the dark street. There were few people around at this time of night. She took a defensive stance as she saw the large man bearing down on her. Her mind screamed, run, but her body refused to cooperate.
“Who wants to know?” she asked suspiciously.
“My name is Hunter Black. I run Black-Gray investigations. At the moment I’m currently working for Derrick Ashdown and Jacey Reynolds. I believe you know Jacey.”
“Maybe. What do you want?”
“I want you to work for me.”
She snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“Ms Reynolds says you’re smart, tough and can protect yourself. She said you’d been teaching her some self-defense. Can you shoot a gun?”
“Yes,” she said.
“I need you for one night, to help us. Help Jacey. Will you do it?”
“How much are you paying?”
He smiled and her heart stopped beating. Damn, he was gorgeous.
She had to be out of her mind to agree to anything he wanted.
“Three-fifty.”
“Make it five hundred and I want to talk to Jacey first.” No way was she just trusting this man’s word.
“I thought you would.” He pulled out his phone and pressed something on the screen. “Here, please call her.”
Reaching out, she took the phone from him, her fingers tingling where they touched his skin. Her breath caught and she glanced up into his eyes, noticing the way they narrowed in interest.
Shit. She had a feeling she should have listened to her first instinct and fled the moment he said her name.
Chapter Eighteen
Derrick opened the bedroom door before picking up the tray laden with food that he’d placed on the floor. He stepped into the bedroom, swinging the door shut with his foot.
Jacey was sitting up on the bed; she smiled over at him before putting down the e-reader he’d bought for her.
God, he couldn’t believe how much he loved her. This was like nothing he’d ever felt before. How could the love of a woman make him feel like he could do anything? Be anything? He wasn’t sure, he only knew he was never going to let this feeling go.
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