Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence 1)

Jacey wondered what Holly would think of her.

“She’ll like you,” Derrick said as if sensing her worry.

“She might think I’m using you.”

“Nobody who meets you could think that,” he told her. “Holly’s a great person. Trust me. You two will get on great.”

Chapter Twelve

Jacey woke from her nap with a yawn. These days it felt like all she did was sleep and eat. Derrick had encouraged that throughout the two weeks she’d now been living here. Sitting, she rose from the bed slowly, knowing from experience that getting up too quickly would often result in a head rush.

Entering the bathroom, she used the facilities before washing her face to freshen up. Heading back into the bedroom, she got dressed. Just as she was moving toward the door, it opened and Derrick walked in.

“Ahh, thought you might be up,” he said.

Jacey placed her hands on her hips. “All right, where is it?”

“Where is what?” he asked, his eyes wide with innocence.

“The baby monitor,” she said, walking around the room to look for it. Where had he hidden it this time? She’d made him remove it the second day. It was ridiculous for him to run up the stairs every time she needed to go to the bathroom. But there had been too many coincidences where he would turn up just as she started moving around. There had to be another monitor. She’d feel invaded if she hadn’t realized he’d done it out of concern.

He probably had a half dozen of them. The nursery he’d set up for Holly’s baby was overflowing with stuff he’d bought, usually two of the same thing. He truly adored his sister-in-law, Holly, and Jacey got the feeling that Holly’s baby would be spoiled rotten.

Jacey placed her hand over her stomach, thinking about everything she couldn’t afford to buy her own baby. But it would be loved and protected. She would do everything she could to ensure that.

“What’s wrong?” Derrick asked, placing his hand over hers. “Is it the baby? Are you in pain?”

“What? Oh no, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“About what?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing.”

Derrick turned her toward him. He drew her closer, kissing her softly.

“Want to rethink that answer, sweetheart? We don’t have a lot of time before your doctor’s appointment, but I think I can squeeze in enough time to get you nicely hot and bothered before we get there. Could make the car ride over very interesting.”

She blushed. ?

??You wouldn’t!”

He stared at her calmly. Oh God, he would. There had been a few times in the past week where she’d brushed off his questions with vague answers. She’d soon learned how serious he was about her talking to him.

He was so devious. Each time she’d brushed him off, he’d aroused her to the point of completion then refused to allow her orgasm. When she’d tried to take matters into her own hands, he’d tied her hands with silken ropes behind her back then started all over again.

She’d soon got the message.

“No, don’t,” she cried as he raised her t-shirt. “I’ll talk! I’ll talk! You should have been an interrogator.”

He chuckled, but kept his hands cupped over her breasts. “I don’t think the Geneva Convention would approve of my techniques.”

“No, it goes above and beyond. I think a spanking would be less torturous.”

“Just say the word, beautiful,” he told her, his voice growing thick with desire. She glanced down at his pants where his erection pressed against them firmly.

She licked her lips.

He’d promised not to spank her until she was ready. Only the more he mentioned it, the hotter she grew.