Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence 1)

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 dancing. “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 pretty 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 spread 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.