Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence)

by Roberts, Laylah

  “Faster. Harder.”

  She bobbed her head up and down, sucking on him as hard as she could until with a guttural groan, he came in her mouth. She drank all of him, licking at his shaft as it softened slightly, poking the tip of her tongue into his slit.

  Derrick drew her up onto his lap and kissed her.

  “Very good. Now, how about some dinner? I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

  He set her on her feet then stood and did up his pants.

  “B-but,” she spluttered, her body humming with arousal.

  “But what?” he asked with pretended ignorance, his eyes dancing. “You aren’t hungry? You have to eat, little girl.” He patted her stomach gently.

  Jacey bit back her growl of disbelief. Obviously her punishment wasn’t quite over yet, she thought as she followed him out of the study and into the kitchen.

  “Up you go.” He lifted her onto the breakfast counter.

  “Derrick, what are you doing?” she asked as her bottom hit the cold granite.

  “I want something pretty to look at while I’m cooking our dinner,” he explained. “Lie back, arms above your head, put your feet up on the granite and spread your legs.”

  “Derrick!”

  “What do you call me?” he asked sternly.

  “Sir.”

  “Now do as you were told.”

  Jacey lay back, putting her arms up and spreading her legs wide. Derrick stared at her for a long moment then shook his head.

  “You’re going to get uncomfortable like that.” He helped her sit up so her legs were dangling over the edge.

  “Legs spread and place your hands on your thighs. Tell me if you get uncomfortable,” he ordered sternly.

  She nodded, feeling breathless with anticipation.

  As he walked past to get something, he would stop and caress her pussy, sometimes suck her clit or tweak a nipple. By the time he’d finished cooking dinner her body was on fire and she thought she might explode. But as he led her to the dining room, she had the feeling things were only just beginning.

  Derrick fed Jacey her dinner as she sat next to him, her legs spread wide. He’d turned their chairs so they were facing one another and he could see every exposed inch of her.

  Her nipples were hard and rosy red, her pussy lips swollen and wet with her dew. Fire sparked from her eyes as she stared at him. He knew she needed to come.

  But she needed to know how badly she’d scared him and that it was totally unacceptable to him for her to put herself in danger. The spanking was the hardest he’d ever given her, but it still wasn’t enough.

  “Tell me why you’re being punished again,” he asked.

  With a small frown, she replied, “Because I put myself and the baby in danger.”

  “Do you know why I’m so angry about that?” he asked as he cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples.

  “Be-because you love me,” she said, her breath coming faster, her eyes half-lidded with her desire.

  “Because I cannot live without you. If you’d died, part of me would have too. I don’t think I could go on living without you, Jacey.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “But I didn’t die.”

  “You could have. It will take me a long, long time before I ever forget that. If I ever do.”

  “And have you forgiven me for it?” she asked.

  “Not quite yet,” he told her. “That’s what tonight is for. Go into the living room and wait for me. I want you on all fours on the sofa, with your forehead resting on your wrists.”

  She nodded and immediately rose. He watched her butt sway as she walked toward out of the dining room. Every day he thanked God that nothing had happened to her and every night he still woke up in sweat with nightmares. He knew he had to get past this. He might not ever forget, but he had to find some way of working through this.

  Otherwise he really might have to chain her to his side as he’d threatened.

  Jacey groaned as he spread her ass cheeks wide and drove a finger deep into her asshole. He’d been playing with her for the last half-hour; although it seemed like much longer, teasing her nipples, flicking her clit, finger-fucking her asshole. If she didn’t come soon then she was going to explode. He now had her splayed on her back on the sofa, her legs spread, her hands beneath her head as he stroked her body to near orgasm time and time again.

  She’d sucked him off three times already and he was hard yet again.

  He pushed another finger inside her, thrusting them in and out quickly, making her whole body shiver.

  “Please, Sir, please. I promise I will never do it again.”

  “Never do what?” he asked.

  “Never put myself in danger.”

  “Damn right you won’t. Shit. I have to have you. I need to be inside you.” He squirted some lube on his hand then rubbed it over his cock. She didn’t know where the lube had come from, although it wouldn’t surprise her if he had some stuck in drawers around the house.

  “On your knees, beautiful. Rest your arms against the arm of the sofa.”

  He helped her move slowly into position.

  “Relax, Jacey.”

  He spread her cheeks and pushed his cock into her asshole.

  “Oh God, that feels so good.”

  Jacey murmured her agreement her head dropping forward. This wasn’t something she’d ever thought she’d enjoy after the way Stephan had used her, but the feel of Derrick’s cock pushing inside her, filling her… it was bliss.

  Reaching around, Derrick flicked her clit, rubbing it.

  “Ohh.”

  “Come when you want, don’t hold back.”

  It didn’t take much, a few thrusts of his cock, his fingers manipulating her clit before she was shuddering her way through an overwhelming orgasm.

  “You feel so hot. Come again for me, baby.”

  He reached around and rubbed her nipples. She groaned feeling the sensation all the way down to her clit.

  “Sir, Sir, more.”

  Leaving her breasts, he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, driving them in as he played with her clit with the fingers of her other hand.

  “I’m going to come!” she cried.

  He continued to thrust deep inside her, the dual sensation of his cock in her ass and his fingers deep in her pussy made her scream as she came again. Derrick rocked inside her, letting out his own shout of release as he came.

  ***

  An hour later, after they’d cleaned up and moved into the bedroom, Jacey lay snuggled up to him in bed. Derrick ran his hand up and down her back.

  “So, does this mean you’ve forgiven me?”

  His hand stilled. “Yes.” He grasped hold of her chin gently, raising her face. “But you will never, ever do something like this again, understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied. “I promise.”

  She ran her hand over his chest. “Do you think Holly is going to come back to work for you?”

  Derrick sighed and put his hands behind his head. “I don’t know. Truthfully, I don’t think she will. The experience was extremely traumatic for her. I’m just so bloody thankful that Brax didn’t die.”

  It had been a close call. Brax had been shot in the chest, but luckily nowhere near his heart. He’d recently been released from hospital and was back home with Holly looking after him. But they’d all been worried about Holly. She’d been traumatized by what happened, particularly from nearly losing Brax. She’d run herself down to the point of exhaustion in the hospital, until Derrick had stepped in and forced her to take care of herself.

  “So you’ll hire someone in the meantime.”

  “Yes.”

  “Think you can find anyone who will put up with you?” Jacey teased.

  “Well,” he said, rolling her over onto her other side and spreading her legs. He slipped inside her from behind. Jacey gasped at the sensation. “I guess I was thinking I’d already found her.”

  “Me? You want me to
work for you? Do you think that’s a good idea?”

  “Temporarily. We could see how it goes. I’m not quite ready to let you out of my sight, Jacey, and I do need some help. What do you say?”

  He’d increased his pace, his hand slipping around her body to play with her clit.

  “Say you’ll help me.”

  “You don’t exactly fight fair, you know,” she replied, her voice growing breathless.

  “I’d never win if I did that. And I like to win.”

  She snorted, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.

  “You’ll start working on your overprotective issues. I’m not made of glass. Nothing is going to happen to me.”

  He thrust deeper, faster. “Always going to watch out for you. It’s who I am. But I’ll try to give you more space. Maybe.”

  Well, she supposed that was a start. Of sorts.

  “So you’ll do it?”

  “Yes. But I’m not putting up with any funny stuff. Things will be strictly business at the office. No more telling me to raise my skirt and spread my legs.”

  “We’ll see. We’ll see.”