For The Love Of Sir (Doms of Decadence 3)

“No coming until I give permission, Tara.”

He moved to the other breast, giving that nipple the same attention. Back and forth, over and over, he played with her breasts until her nipples were bright red and swollen and Tara was letting out low whimpers of need.

Alex kissed down her stomach and spreading her legs, lay between them on the bed. Using his tongue like a small cock, he speared her. He strummed his thumb against her clit. Back and forth. Round and round.

Her hips thrust up and down. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin.

A sob escaped her as Alex rose and rolled a condom onto his shaft. He rolled her over onto her stomach. He’d purposefully tied her so he’d have the flexibility to move her around.

“Up on your knees,” he commanded. As he pushed inside her, she contracted around him, sending ripples of pleasure through him.

“Remember, no coming,” he warned.

Tara let out a low groan, but she didn’t argue with him.

Grabbing her hips, he slowly pushed inside her. He bit his lip as her velvet warmth surrounded him. Once he was fully inside, he paused. God, it felt good. Addictive. He drew back then drove forward quickly. Faster and faster he moved, building up momentum. Orgasm built its way up from the base of his skull. His balls tightened and he gritted his teeth, determined to make himself last a bit longer.

There was another contraction around his cock. He paused, nearly seeing stars as he strained to keep himself under control.

“You can come whenever you’re ready,” he told her through gritted teeth. He continued to drive himself in and out of her, determined to wait until she came before he let go and found his own relief.

Tara screamed as she came, pulsating around his rigid shaft. Alex could no longer hold himself back—he drove himself into her warmth then crashed over into bliss.

Chapter Eight

Tara looked around her new apartment. It didn’t feel like hers, it was too new, too slick and it lacked personality. But she didn’t feel like adding her own touches. As soon as Alex grew sick of her, she’d have to leave.

She’d only been here four days, perhaps she just needed some more time to adjust. Right now it felt like she was staying in someone else’s house.

With a sigh, she sat back on the sofa. It squeaked under her.

“Seriously, just listen to yourself,” she muttered. “You’re whining because you’re staying somewhere nice with new stuff. Anyone in your situation would be damn grateful for everything Alex has done.”

Alex had arrived each night around six with dinner, not leaving until the early hours of the morning. She hadn’t really expected him to stay for most of the night. It made her feel a bit better about this whole situation. A little less like a paid mistress and more like a girlfriend.

And yet she couldn’t help but feel a bit lonely.

“I need a job.” Sitting around here was just making her more and more depressed.

She’d grabbed a paper that morning and circled a few jobs. She still had her work laptop, so she’d quickly updated her resumes and emailed them off to a few places.

She’d left a message on Tim’s cell phone about the laptop a few days ago. It was the coward’s way out, but it was easier than talking to him. She knew she needed to return the laptop before he accused her of stealing it, but she really wasn’t in the mood to see him. Let him make the next move.

Tara glanced around the apartment, looking for something to do, but it was all so clean and sparkling. She had some dirty laundry so she chucked it in the laundry basket she’d found in the apartment. Grabbing her keys, she made her way down to the basement where the shared laundry was l

ocated.

She’d need clean clothes if she got any job interviews. She really needed to make a good impression. Even though Alex was paying the bills, she still needed money to help out her brother. She hadn’t told Alex that she was assisting Ben financially. She knew he’d offer to help and she didn’t want to feel more indebted to him. She intended to pay him back for every cent he spent on her. Her pride wouldn’t allow for anything else.

In fact, she hadn’t told Alex a lot of things. Like how her apartment had been broken into. There didn’t seem to be much point. The police had no leads about her apartment or the mugger. There really wasn’t anything that Alex could do.

Putting her laundry basket down, she started going through everything, checking all the pockets. She drew something hard out of her black pants pocket and stared at it in dread.

Damn it. Tim’s pen drive. Crap. Crap. Crap. Now she had a company laptop and a pen drive with files he probably needed. It was a wonder he hadn’t called the cops on her. She shoved her laundry back in the basket and made her way upstairs.

Grabbing some of her fast disappearing cash, as well as the pen drive and laptop, she made her way to the bus stop.

Forty minutes later, Tara’s stomach clenched in dread as she exited the elevator and made her way to her old office. She looked around but couldn’t see anyone.