Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence 1)

“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, please. 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.”

He reached around and rubbed her nipples. She groaned feeling the sensation all the way down to her clit.

“Sir, Sir, more.”

Leaving her breasts, he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, driving them in as he played with her clit with the fingers of her other hand.

“I’m going to come!” she cried.