Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence) (26 page)

“Come away, baby. You’ve heard enough.
The plane should be ready by now.”

Jacey let Derrick steer her away in a daze.
She followed him through the airport, not really taking notice of her surroundings as Derrick helped her onto the plane and settled her in her seat.

“I can’t believe that Stephan would commit suicide. He was always so
confident; I never thought he would take his own life.”

Derrick
did up her seat belt before doing up his own. He glanced down at her in concern. “This wasn’t your fault, Jacey. He did some evil things, maybe his conscience caught up with him.”

“Maybe. And he was embezzling funds? Taking bribes? Why? He had plenty of money.”

Derrick shrugged. “It was probably about power.”

“They found that all really quickly.”

“I think Hunter and his team may have helped with that. Connor had been doing some research.”

“Oh.” Her mind reeled. “
I still can’t believe he would take his own life.” She turned to him in shock. “Why would he do that?”

Derrick tucked her into his side. “I don’t know. Maybe because he knew he was losing everything and he just couldn’t face it.”

The loss of his job, his social standing would be a huge blow to someone like Stephan, but she’d still never imagined him killing himself.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

She let Derrick steer her through the airport and outside to where Robert waited with the car.

Home sounded really good right now.

***

“So I got a thank you card today.” Jacey closed her laptop and looked over at Derrick
who was working on a new project. She lay back on the couch. “Apparently a large donation was made in my name to the Downtown Mission shelter.”

Derrick looked up at her. “That so?”

“Hmm, they were very happy with my generosity.” The smile slipped from her face and she looked at him seriously. “Thank you, Derrick.”

He nodded. “It was the very least I could do.” He sat back in his seat. “So I hear that Hunter is trying to get Cady to work for him?”

Jacey grinned, thinking of her friend. “Yep. I think Cady’s just making him work for it, she likes to see him sweat.”

Derrick chuckled. “Why does that not surprise me?”

“She’s not really that hard on the inside you know. She helped me out a lot.”

“I know.” His gaze softened as he stared at her. “Anything could have happened to you on the streets, I’m glad you had Cady as a friend.”

“You know that you’re going to have to let me out of you sight at some stage and go back to work,” Jacey said.

Since returning from Rarotonga, Derrick had been working from home. He’d become even more overprotective than usual, barely letting her out of his sight and she’d been happy to indulge him. He’d nearly lost her and she knew that had stirred up old nightmares of when his wife died. Derrick was always going to be overprotective and
bossy; truthfully, she wouldn’t have him any other way.

But there was a limit as to how much she’d take from him and it was time to get back some of her independence.

“I know,” he said sitting back on his seat, running his gaze over her body. “Lift up your skirt and spread your legs.”

“Derrick, you’re working.”

He raised a brow. “Not anymore. I’ve taken the rest of the day off. I have a naughty little subbie to punish.”

“What? Why? What did I do?”

“What did you do?” he asked darkly. “Let’s see. You left the safe house where you promised me you would stay. You put yourself in grave danger, not only risking yourself but also our baby and you added a whole pile of gray hairs to my head.”

She snorted at that last one.

“Now raise that skirt and spread your legs.”

She slowly did as he ordered. Derrick didn’t allow her to wear underwear in the house, so he could see every inch of her exposed pussy.

His phone rang and he looked over at the display. “I have to take this. You stay just as you are.”

The entire time he was talking on the phone, he stared at her, his gaze drinking her in.
How he was able to concentrate she didn’t know, because her mind was a scattered mess.

When he put down his phone, he gestured to her. “Come here.”

She slowly stood and walked toward him.

“Strip.”

She’d grown much larger now, her belly quite prominent and her breasts fuller. She pulled off her shirt, putting it aside, then her bra. Finally, she pulled down her skirt.

“Have I told you how beautiful
you are lately?”

She grinned. “Only a few times.”

He ran his hand over her stomach possessively. Then leaning in, he kissed her belly.

“Now, you’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“How should I punish you?”

“I-I suppose you could spank me, Sir?” she said with mock-reluctance.

“Yes, I suppose that
would teach you a lesson. Reach into my drawer and pull out the ruler.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ask me to punish you,” Derrick demanded as he stood and swung the ruler against his palm.

“Please, Sir. Spank
me.”

“S
ince you asked so nicely. You will grasp the edge of the desk and bend over. I want a nice target for my ruler.”

He smacked the ruler down on each of her thighs. “
You know better than that, I want those legs spread wide.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“You’re not yet. But you will be.”

The ruler smacked down on her buttocks, making her yelp. It wasn’t long until tears welled in her eyes. This was more painful than when t
hey were roleplaying and she knew he was absolutely serious about this being punishment.

He stopped, rubbing her buttocks.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Good, Sir.”

He pushed two fingers down into her pussy which was wet and welcoming.

“Ahh, yes, I can see that.” He swirled a finger around her clit, slowly at first then faster.

“Why are you being punished?”

“For endangering myself and the baby,” she answered, her breath coming in fast pants as he stroked her toward orgasm.
Abruptly he pulled away.

She heard a creaking as he sat on the chair.

“Come and thank me for your punishment,” he ordered.

She turned to find him sitting on the chair, his trousers undone, his hand massaging his firm cock. Knowing what he wanted, Jacey knelt between his open thighs and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him down
. She played with his balls, knowing exactly what he liked as she sucked him further down her throat.

“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 dancin
g. “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 prett
y 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 sprea
d 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, p
lease. 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.”