Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence)

by Roberts, Laylah

  “What’s all this?” she asked as he placed the tray of food on the bedside drawers. He gave her a quick kiss before sitting, facing her.

  “Tiny said you didn’t eat dinner,” he reprimanded softly.

  She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not hungry.”

  Derrick placed a hand on her rounded stomach. “You know you need to eat. For yourself as well as the baby.”

  “I know. I just keep worrying about tomorrow night and it ties my stomach up in knots until the thought of food is kind of nauseous.”

  Hunter had spoken to Cady a few days ago. After assessing her skill with a gun and her ability to defend herself, he’d given the plan they’d come up with the go-ahead for tomorrow night. Cady, pretending to be Jacey, would go with Derrick to a charity function while Jacey waited in a safe house with Connor and Tiny. Hunter and some of his team would be lying in wait for Evan to make a move on the house.

  Damn, he hoped this worked.

  “And that is why we’re going to make a little game of this.” He stood, grinning down at her. “I want you to strip and sit back against the headboard.”

  “What? Why?” she asked in surprise.

  “Now, Jacey,” he said in his Dom voice. She immediately followed his order. Jacey was slowly coming to embrace her submissive side more and more. Her trust in him, in their relationship was growing stronger each day.

  Derrick walked over to the wardrobe where he kept some of his toys in a locked box.

  “What are you doing?” she asked and he glanced over his shoulder to find her reclining back against the headboard, completely naked.

  “I’m getting some toys. Want to see?”

  She hesitated for a moment then nodded. He picked up the box then brought it over to the bed.

  “I wondered what you kept in here,” Jacey admitted.

  “Been peeking?”

  She blushed. “Maybe.”

  Derrick shook his head while she grinned at him.

  “Show me, please,” she said.

  He unlocked the box and drew each item out, handing them to her. He watched her reactions carefully. Excitement flared in her eyes as he handed her the cuffs and rope he was going to use to tie her to the bed. The silken, red blindfold came next. Her breathing quickened.

  He drew out a vibrator with an attached clit tickler.

  Jacey wrinkled her nose, keeping her hands on her lap.

  Derrick raised a brow. “You don’t want me to use this on you?”

  “How many other women have you used it on?”

  He chuckled. “No one, beautiful girl. It’s brand new, bought just for you. I bought it as the same time that I bought this.” He drew out a slim anal plug.

  Her eyes widened as he handed her both the vibrator and the plug. The last thing he grabbed was a bottle of lube before he went to close the lid on the box.

  “Wait, what else do you have in there?” she asked.

  “Nothing you’re ready for.”

  “I want to see,” she said stubbornly.

  “No.”

  “Derrick, please,” she said, laying her hand on his. “I’m tired of being afraid. Show me.”

  “All right.” He drew out a soft flogger and drew it over the smooth skin of her stomach. She sucked in her breath before relaxing as he just ran it over her skin in gentle circles.

  “What else?” she asked.

  He didn’t keep a lot of toys at his home, preferring to do most of his playing at the club. But there was one more item left, a wooden paddle.

  “Seriously? A paddle. Ouch. No way are you ever using that on me.”

  Derrick put the paddle and the flogger back. “Not yet, anyway.”

  He placed the box on the floor, safely out of the way before turning back to her.

  “Lean forward, baby.” He put some pillows behind her back, making sure she was comfortable as she reclined back against them before securing her, her wrists and ankles cuffed and tied to each corner of the bed with long lengths of rope.

  He tested the tightness of the cuffs, which were made of a soft, supple leather.

  “How does that feel, beautiful? Any discomfit?” He hadn’t stretched her legs and arms as wide apart as he could have. He wanted to ensure her comfort most of all.

  “I’m good,” she replied.

  “Tell me if that changes. Right away.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Damn, he loved hearing her call him Sir.

  He fixed the silk scarf over her eyes. “What’s your safe word?”

  “Pink, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Now, this is the way the game works. For every bite of food you eat, you get a reward.”

  Her breath caught. “And what if I don’t eat it?”

  “Then you get punished.”

  Jesus. What a choice, she kind of liked the sound of them both.

  “Please me, baby and I will please you,” Derrick whispered in her ear.

  She shivered in anticipation. Something cool passed by her lips and she opened them instinctively.

  A grape. Yumm.

  “Very nice.” Derrick kissed his way down her neck before placing another piece of food on her lips.

  Some soft, buttered bread. As Jacey chewed, he continued to kiss down her body.

  More food, more butterfly soft kisses that managed to avoid all the places she wanted him most. Her nipples, her pussy, her clit.

  “Open wide.” Another piece of bread touched her tongue and Jacey chewed it for a long moment before swallowing. Derrick cupped her breasts.

  “Please, Sir,” she begged.

  “What do you need, baby?”

  “Touch my nipples, take them into your mouth, suck them.”

  “Well, you have been very good.” He lightly tongued her distended nipples. Holding her breasts gently, knowing how tender they were, he moved from one nipple to the other. Jacey whimpered, her need spiralling out of control. She attempted to thrust her hips up, needing him to touch her clit, to drive himself inside her.

  “Stay still,” he ordered. “You still have some more food to finish.”

  He let her breasts go and something else brushed her lips. Jacey turned her face away.

  “No more, I need you.”

  “A little bit more and you’ll get everything you need,” he promised.

  She opened her lips, allowing him to feed her. He parted her labia, brushing a finger against her clit. It was exquisite torture. Not nearly enough to send her crashing over the edge into bliss.

  He stopped flicking her clit long enough to give her a drink of orange juice then his finger returned, this time with more pressure.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried, her whole body on fire. It wouldn’t take much, just a bit more…

  Derrick pulled his finger away and she cried out in protest.

  “Derrick, no!”

  He laughed. “We’re going to have to work on your self-discipline. Next time, I’m going to order you to be quiet, what’s the bet you end up with more punishment than pleasure?”

  She trembled at his words. Self-discipline? She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. She knew she would have definite problems with keeping silent.

  “Just lie back, baby.”

  Two thick fingers pushed their way into her pussy, thrusting in and out before being replaced by the vibrator. Oh God, oh God. The vibrating tips surrounded her clit and she gasped. Her whole body was swamped with need, bliss enveloping her. Orgasm swept over her, making her gasp for air, low whimpers filled the room as pulsated around the rubber shaft.

  “Very nice. And again.”

  His fingers played with her nipple as he thrust the vibrator in and out of her in short, smooth strokes. The vibrating head brushed against that sensitive spot inside her and she could feel her orgasm growing, it rolled over her, lasting longer than the first one.

  Her head dropped back in total relaxation as Derrick turned off the vibrator and drew it out of her pussy. He undid the cuffs on her ankles then wri
sts, massaging her arms.

  Drawing her blindfold off, he took her mouth with his, sending scorching fire through her veins.

  “How are you feeling, beautiful?” he asked.

  “So good,” she replied.

  “Do you feel up to a bit more or do you need to rest?”

  Oh, she definitely wanted more and so did he, if his erection was any indication.

  “I want more.”

  He kissed her jaw. “Are you sure?”

  “Derrick. I’m fine. Please, I need you inside me.”

  “On your hands and knees. Ass in the air. Head resting on your hands.”

  He helped her get into place. Anticipation sizzled through her as he parted her ass cheeks and dabbed some lube against her asshole.

  “Just relax, Jacey.” The lubed plug pressed against her hole and she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he pushed the plug deep inside her.

  Derrick kissed one ass cheek then the other. He then smacked his hand down on each cheek.

  “Ow, what was that for?”

  “Just because I could,” he replied.

  He placed a hand between her legs, flicking his finger over her clit as two fingers of his other hand pumped in and out of her pussy.

  The plug in her ass only added to her pleasure. When he finally lined his cock up with her pussy, pushing it bit by bit inside her, Jacey couldn’t hold back her cries of delight.

  “Bloody hell, that feels too good.” He thrust in and out, driving inside her. “So damn tight.”

  He reached around and drew circles around her clit. Faster. Tighter. His thrusts became more powerful, both of them panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. “Come again for me, Jacey. I need you.”

  Those words sent her off into bliss. She barely heard his own yell of release as he came. Both of them collapsed onto their sides, Derrick’s arm still wrapped around her.

  “I think you killed me,” Derrick said. “I can’t move.”

  “Ditto.”

  ***

  “Promise me you’ll be careful,” Jacey said as Derrick hugged her tight against his chest.

  “I promise,” he told her. “You just promise me that you will do exactly as Tiny says. Because he’ll be reporting back to me and you know what happens to girls who misbehave.”

  Her clit throbbed at his words.

  “I will. I’ll miss you.” She and Tiny were about to sneak out of the house. It was close to 2 a.m. and pitch black outside. Connor was already at the safe house Hunter had arranged at short notice.

  Tomorrow evening Derrick had an invitation to a charity function that he was going to pretend to attend with Cady at his side, pretending to be Jacey.

  “Hopefully by this time tomorrow this nightmare will be over,” she whispered.

  “I love you, baby,” he told her.

  “I love you too.”

  He took her mouth with his, a scorching, all-encompassing kiss that had her gasping for breath when he released her.

  There was a knock on the bedroom door.

  “Jacey. Time,” Tiny said through the door. There were no lights on as they didn’t want to alert Evan to what they were doing. But Derrick managed to guide her over to the door without either of them tripping.

  “Look after my girl, Tiny,” Derrick said as he gave her one last hug.

  “I will.”

  ***

  Jacey lay on the lumpy bed in the safe house, knowing she wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep. She looked over at the clock on the nightstand.

  3:37 a.m.

  Their exit from the house and trip to the safe house had gone smoothly. When they’d arrived, Tiny had shown her to her room. She’d promptly collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.

  She should sleep. She needed to sleep. But there was no way it was coming to her while she knew Derrick was still in danger.

  She pulled out her phone and sent him a quick text.

  All good. Luv u.

  Less than a minute later, her phone buzzed.

  Luv u 2. Get some sleep!

  Bossy bastard. But a grin was on her face as she closed her eyes and did her best to let sleep take over.

  ***

  8.35 p.m.

  Jacey paced across the living room floor. Derrick had left the house by now, heading toward the charity function that started at nine.

  “You’re distracting me with all your pacing,” Connor complained. “I’m tracking them now, everything is fine.”

  He’d obviously never had anyone he loved in danger. Everything would not be fine until she could see Derrick was safe with her own two eyes.

  “He’s just pulling into the parking lot now,” Connor said into a microphone. “And they’re inside and safe.”

  “How do we know it’s safe?” Jacey asked. “What if Evan has someone planted inside?”

  “So do we,” Tiny replied. “He’s safe.”

  “What about the house? Has there been any movement?” she asked.

  “Nothing,” Connor said, he’d set things up so he could monitor the house security from the safe house. “But it’s early yet.”

  Jacey heard her cell ringing in her bedroom. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Her heart was beating wildly, hoping it was Derrick but knowing he probably wouldn’t risk calling her.

  She checked the name displayed.

  Holly.

  “Hey, Holly, what’s up?” she asked, trying to keep the worry from her voice.

  “Jacey? Are you alone? Can anyone hear you?” Holly asked, sounding upset.

  “Holly? What is it? Are you okay?” Jacey asked in worry.

  “Are you alone?” Holly insisted.

  “Yes, tell me what’s wrong.”

  “Jacey, I’m so sorry. He said if I didn’t call you that he’d kill Brax. I’m so sorry.”

  A chilling calm came over Jacey. This is the one thing they hadn’t factored in to their plan. That Evan might outmanoeuvre them all.

  “Holly, it’s okay. Where are you? What has he−”

  Some shuffling noises and a low, pain-filled cry filled the phone. Then the voice she heard in her nightmares came across the phone.

  “Hello, sister.”

  “I’m not your sister, Evan. What have you done to Holly and Brax? If you’ve hurt them−”

  His chilling laughter came through the phone.

  “You’ll do what? Stomp your feet and cry? Call for your boyfriend and his friends to save you? That would be a very bad mistake, Jacinta, or should I call you Jacey? Because the minute any of your friends turn up I’m going to shoot the lovely Holly and you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

  “No,” she said, fear making her teeth chatter. “What do you want?”

  “You’re going to come to the following address. Alone. Tell anyone and Holly dies, understand me?”

  “What about Brax?”

  “Oh, I think he’s pretty much dead.”

  A muffled scream came from the background, the sound haunting in its sorrow.

  Tears filled Jacey’s eyes. She’d done this. By wanting something for herself, she had selfishly brought this monster into their lives. Brax’s death was on her hands.

  She had to save Holly.

  “Where do you want me to go?”

  He named an address that was right across town. She had no idea how Evan had found Holly and Brax and right now that didn’t matter.

  “You have one hour to get here. And remember to come alone.”

  ***

  Jacey drew out the credit card Derrick had given her with shaking hands, and handed it to the taxi driver.

  “You sure you want to be dropped off here, miss?” the older taxi driver asked kindly.

  The area didn’t look all that appealing. There were a lot of large warehouses and barbed wire security fencing. She swallowed heavily. She didn’t have time to be afraid.

  “I’m sure. Thank you.”

  She took back the credit card and placed it in her pocket before c
limbing out of the taxi.

  Her hand fiddling with her necklace, she walked toward the address Evan had given her. Dragging open the sliding door of the abandoned looking warehouse, Jacey tried to calm her racing heartbeat, the need to run almost overwhelming. But she forced herself to piece together some courage and stepped further into the building.

  A lone light flicked on and she was face to face with one man she had hoped to never see again.

  “Hello, Jacinta.”

  “Where is Holly?” she asked, trying to keep the tremors from her voice.

  “Oh, she’s someplace safe.”

  She scowled. “Where? You said she would be here.”

  “No, I said I’d kill her if you didn’t come alone. Don’t worry, she’s being closely watched. Do as I tell you and I won’t have to kill her. Disobey me and all it will take is one phone call and...” He slashed a finger over his throat.

  “How do I know you haven’t killed her already?” she asked.

  Evan pulled a phone out of his pocket and pressed his thumb down on the screen.

  “Hello?”

  “Put the woman on,” Evan ordered.

  “Hello? Hello?”

  Jacey slumped in relief as Holly’s voice came across the phone.

  “Holly, are you okay?”

  “Jacey, I—”

  Evan shut the conversation off before Holly could say any more.

  “Well? Do you plan on killing me here?” she asked Evan.

  “Well, that was the original plan. However, having you turn up with a bullet in your brain in some warehouse in Austin isn’t going to be easily explained. No, we need your death to be a nice little accident, well to look like one. So you and I are going to take a drive.”

  Christ, where was Tiny? She hadn’t been stupid enough to leave the safe house without telling Tiny and Connor about the phone call. Even if she’d made it out of the house without setting off security, it would have been suicide to come here alone.

  And Jacey wasn’t ready to die yet. She had too much to live for. She placed her hand over her belly protectively as Evan grabbed her with his free hand, his other hand clutching a gun.

  Tiny would follow her and Connor was tracking her. Before leaving the safe house, Connor had told her about the GPS in her necklace. Apparently Derrick, the sneaky bastard, had put a tracking device in her necklace without telling her. Tiny and Connor would find her. Whether she would be alive or dead was going to be up to her.