Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence 1)

“Good girl. Although if I have to remind you again, you’ll be going over my knee.”

She shivered at his words as he leaned down and gave her a scorching hot kiss.

“How was your day?” he asked as he sat next to her, drawing one of her legs over his. They were both facing the TV, although neither were paying the movie playing any attention.

“Fine,” she said. “Boring. Just sitting around waiting for Evan and Stephan to make their move is driving me insane.”

He glanced over at her in sympathy. “I know, baby girl. But there is little else we can do. It’s too risky for you to leave the house right now.”

His voice was tired, the lines around his eyes pronounced tonight and Jacey felt bad for complaining when he was obviously stressed out.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. How was your day?”

He’d been working long hours lately, conducting most of his business by Skyping and conference calls to stay near the house.

“Not bad,” he said, running his hand up and down her inner thigh, his fingertips brushing her pussy occasionally. “The resort in Rarotonga is coming along now, after a rather rocky start.”

“Even though the locals think the site is haunted?” she asked, whimpering as he ran his fingertips over her labia, brushing by her clit.

“Hmm,” he said distractedly as he used the remote to change the channel to the late night news. “In the beginning we were having a hell of a time getting labor, but we’ve had the place blessed and that seems to have helped.”

Her breathing grew quicker as he continued to play with her pussy, swirling his fingers through her juices, twirling two fingers around her clit.

Orgasm flowed through her, swift and intense. Derrick simply pressed down on her clit, prolonging the pleasure until she’d drifted down from the high. Then he started all over again.

By the end of the news, she’d come five times and he was working her up to a sixth when there was a knock on the door.

“Yeah?” he called out, his voice slightly hoarse.

“It’s Hunter. We need to talk.”

“Okay. Give us a minute.” Derrick increased the speed of his fingers around her clit.

“I can’t,” she said in a whisper. Hunter was right outside the door. “What if he hears?”

“You’ll have to be very quiet,” he told her. “But you are going to come again.

He turned her so she was lying on her back on the couch, one leg up on the back, the other falling off the side. Derrick dove between her legs, sucking on her clit, thrusting his fingers in and out of her passage until Jacey arched up, this orgasm even more intense than the last five, perhaps due to the secret thrill of knowing that Hunter was waiting for them on the other side of the door.

Derrick sat up, a grin on his face. He stood and helped her stand, turning her toward the bathroom.

“Go get yourself cleaned up.”

Her head still in the clouds, she shuffled her way into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, Jacey had herself under some semblance of control once more when she pushed open the bathroom door.

“We have to make a move,” Hunter said. “We’re getting nowhere like this. You can’t live your lives in fear forever. Evan is out there watching. I know he is.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Derrick replied, sounding uncharacteristically impatient. The strain of this was getting to him and the guilt was eating at Jacey. “But we can’t do anything that might risk Jacey’s safety.”

“We need to set a trap,” Jacey interjected. Stepping into the room, she ignored Derrick’s scowl as she walked over and sat on the sofa. Hunter was leaning back against the mantel above the fireplace, his arms folded over his massive chest.

“What sort of trap?” Hunter asked.

“Well, I thought we could use me as bait to lure Evan out. Maybe I could drive somewhere and once Evan was following I could lead him somewhere for you to grab him.”

Derrick shook his head. “You’ve been watching too many crap cop shows,” he told her. “One, no one is using you as bait, it’s far too dangerous. And two, do you really think he’s going to be stupid enough to fall for such a simple trap and how exactly would we trap him?”

“Well, I figured Hunter would work out the details, he’s the one with experience in this,” she said surprised and a little put out by how he’d barrelled over her idea without even giving it some thought.