Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence) (24 page)

“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 wrists, 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 ag
ain 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 qui
ck 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.

T
he 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 climbing 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?”