Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence) Read online

  At that moment she came, bucking in his arms as he slowed his movements, drawing out her orgasm. She shuddered in his arms as he moved his fingers away from her pussy, sucking them into his mouth.

  “So damn sweet.”

  Jacey ducked her head against his chest.

  “Shy?” He tipped her chin up, meeting her gaze, his eyes like molten pools. “Jacey, I—”

  Jacey slipped from his lap, kneeling on the floor between his legs. She drew his towel open to reveal the thick cock she’d felt pressing against her backside. She didn’t want to talk. Talking couldn’t lead anywhere good. Tonight, she just wanted to feel alive, to feel safe and wanted.

  Because she knew there couldn’t be a tomorrow for them.

  Reaching out, she grasped hold of his firm cock, squeezing it lightly.

  “On no, you don’t, brat. Not again.” Reaching out, he pulled her hand from his cock.

  “You don’t like it?” she asked.

  Derrick raised a brow. “I think how quickly I came in your mouth earlier proves just how much I like you touching me, however, I already owe you a spanking for that little episode, do you really want to double it?”

  Jacey quickly scooted back onto her butt, looking at him warily. Had he really just said that? Where was the caring guy from a few minutes ago? Had she done it again? When the hell would she learn that her instincts when it came to men were shit?

  “Whoa, Jacey, what’s wrong? Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to.” Derrick held out his hand and she shied back, holding her arm up to shield herself.

  “Jacey,” he said, sounding shocked. “Did you think I was going to hit you?”

  “You just said you were!” She dropped her arm, feeling slightly embarrassed as his hand stayed where it was, held out to her. She stood up, feeling at a disadvantage with him looming over her.

  “No, I said I was going to spank you. I would never harm you.”

  “You think a spanking doesn’t hurt?” The beatings Stephan had laid out on her ass had left her in bed for days.

  “Some do,” Derrick admitted. “But I wasn’t talking about a serious spanking. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. I was talking about the sexy kind of spanking.”

  Sexy kind? What the hell did he mean?

  “Spankings aren’t sexy. Not for me.”

  Why was she sitting here talking to him about this? Why wasn’t she running as fast as she could?

  Because there’s something about him, pulling me towards him, making me want to trust him.

  Because I don’t want this night to be over, I’m not ready to be alone again.

  “God, you’re a Dom,” she interrupted, disgusted with herself. “How did I not see that?”

  Boy, did she know how to pick ’em. The one sort of person she’d sworn to never get involved with again and here she was standing naked in front of him. He’d made her come twice. She’d gone down on him. Jacey covered her breasts with one arm, trying to shield her nakedness.

  Did she have a sign on her face? Was it a scent she gave off? Or was she just attracted to assholes who liked to beat on people?

  She knew that last thought wasn’t fair, Derrick had done nothing to hurt her, but the abuse she’d experienced at Stephan’s hands was still fresh in her mind.

  “I can’t do this,” she whispered.

  Derrick held out his hand. “Jacey, wait, talk to me. Obviously you know something about BDSM—”

  “Enough to know I want nothing to do with it,” she snapped back, looking around for her clothes. Where were they? Oh crap, they were still outside!

  “Jacey, stop,” Derrick commanded. She froze on her way to the door. “Look at me.”

  Move!

  But her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. She froze, but refused to turn and face him.

  “Okay, that will do. I obviously hit a trigger. Well, I think I bulldozed right on over it. I’m sorry for frightening you, and I want you to know that I would never harm you. You must trust me on some level to come here with me tonight, to let me touch you.”

  He was right. Crap.

  “That’s all changed now.”

  “Has it? I’m guessing you’ve had a bad experience with a Dom, but that wasn’t me. Not all Doms are assholes. Doms have feeling too you know.” The faint teasing in his voice had her turning to face him. She wished like hell that she had some clothing on. But he was naked as well. Except Derrick seemed to accept his nakedness with an ease she envied.

  “You want to control me, punish me.”

  “I want to make you feel good. Control doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Control doesn’t mean abuse. I can be in control and still cherish you. Hell, this wasn’t the conversation I thought I’d be having tonight.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Jacey, you may not believe me, but I didn’t bring you here with any sort of ulterior motive or to play any sort of games. I just wanted us to be Derrick and Jacey. To get to know each other.”

  “You threatened to spank me.”

  “All in the name of fun.”

  There he went again. What fun? Fun for him, maybe. Not for her.

  “And if I didn’t want that? What then?”

  “Then all you have to say is no.”

  “Men don’t like to hear the word no.”

  “There you go again. I’m not him, Jacey. Although one day I hope you’ll tell me exactly what he did to hurt you. I insist that you tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable, or frighten you. I tell you what, why don’t we come up with a safe word?”

  Jacey took a step back. “I’m not a submissive and I’m not doing any of that stuff again.”

  “I understand. You have my word I will not push or force you into anything you don’t want. The safe word will just be about giving you control. I don’t know all your triggers yet, just like you don’t know mine.”

  “As long as you honor it.”

  His face hardened. “I will. I swear. I have never broken my word nor have I ever ignored a subs safe word.”

  “You’ve been doing this a long time?”

  “Many, many years.”

  “So we’ll both have a safe word then?”

  Derrick raised a brow. “If you wish. What would you like yours to be?”

  “Pink.”

  “Fair enough. Mine can be blue then.”

  Jacey rolled her eyes, but relaxed slightly.

  “Will you sit with me?” He held out his hand to her.

  Probably a bad idea. But her feet were moving even as she thought that. She reached out and took his hand.

  Derrick sighed as he sat on the sofa. She sat next to him, not quite touching him.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?” she asked.

  “Trusting me, I know it can’t be easy.”

  “You don’t know how hard it is. And my trust only goes so far,” she warned him.

  He brushed her hair back off her face. “That’s as it should be. I wouldn’t want you trusting too easily. There are a lot of bad things in this world and you should always be on alert.”

  There was a sad look in his eyes, as though he had first-hand experience. That was something she could relate to.

  “I know. People you think you know can turn out to be total strangers.”

  Although it wasn’t cold, Derrick pulled a blanket off the back of the sofa. Lying on his back, he tugged her down next to him. Jacey lay on her side, her head nested on his chest as he tucked the blanket around them both.

  “Who hurt you?” His voice was quiet, undemanding, his heartbeat steady against her ear. Jacey yawned, feeling warm and safe with him. It seemed crazy when just minutes ago she was ready to flee.

  “My ex.”

  Derrick ran his hand up and down her back.

  “He turned into someone I didn’t know, someone who seemed to hate me even as he said he loved me.”

  “How did you meet him?”

  “Through my parents, they set me up with him. They thought he was wonderful, of cours
e. Everyone did, including me, in the beginning. I was taken in by his charm and his good looks. He was smart, rich, successful, well-liked and I thought I had found the man of my dreams.”

  “When did you learn differently?”

  “After about ten months. Oh, there were little signs before then, things I foolishly ignored. I was so excited when he first told me he was a Dom.” She snorted. “I had all these silly fantasies about what being with a Dom would be like, that he would be protective and caring, that he would put my needs and wants ahead of his own. That I would be able to surrender myself and trust him to look after me.”

  “What did he do instead?”

  “He hurt me. What I saw as protectiveness turned into a blind, raging jealousy.”

  “He hurt you?”

  She shook her head. “I can’t.” Part of her longed to confide in him, to let go of some of the burden, but she wasn’t ready to trust him that much, to open herself up. “I can’t talk about this.” Her breath hitched and she bit her lip, holding in her sob.

  “Shh.” He turned her head, kissing her softly on the lips. “It’s okay. I’m not going to push you.” She heard the silent, for now. But it didn’t matter. She didn’t plan on this happening again. This was a one-time thing, no matter her feelings for him.

  He ran his finger across her lip, along her jaw and down her neck, across her collarbone.

  “Derrick,” she said, her breath coming faster.

  He pulled his hand away, resting it on her thigh. Last thing he wanted to do was push her, risk her running from him. “Shall we go to bed, beautiful?”

  She nodded her gaze wide as she stared down at his thick erection. “Oh yes.”

  Scooping her up into his arms, he carried her to his bed.

  Derrick was a take-charge guy. He could tone it down, but that facet of his personality would always shine through. He thrived on being in control, but he would tone that side of him down until he’d gained her trust. When she was more comfortable, he’d ease her into his dominance in the bedroom gradually, over time. Because there was no way things were ending after tonight.

  Derrick placed her on the bed, lying next to her on his side. Leaning in, he kissed her, taking her mouth fully, plunging his tongue inside. Jacey ran her fingernails softly over his chest, tweaking his nipples as she rubbed against him.

  Scooting further down, he pressed her breasts together so he could lick both of her nipples at once. The hard nubs deepened in color as he played with them. He turned around, now on his knees, and placed his hands on the mattress between her thighs. Slowly, he pulled her legs apart, opening her pussy up. Her folds were slick, glistening, and he leaned in to taste her. Flicking at her clit, he drove two fingers deep into her passage, her juices easing his way. In and out. Tap and suck.

  Derrick stilled, nearly shouting out in surprise as her hand circled his dick, pumping him. He shuddered, his balls tightening as she played with him.

  “Jacey, I’m not going to last if you do that,” he warned.

  “Neither am I, if you keep playing with me.”

  “You don’t need any recovery time.”

  “I want to come with you inside me, Derrick. Please.”

  Christ, like he could say no. Turning around again, he reached over to pull open the bedside table. Grabbing a condom, he quickly fitted it over himself.

  Cupping her cheek, he looked into her eyes. “You’re sure?”

  She cupped his cheek, mimicking him. “Derrick, if you’re not inside me in the next thirty seconds, I may explode.”

  Placing a scorching kiss on her lips, Derrick maneuvered himself between her legs. Grabbing her under each knee, he pushed her legs against her chest. Jacey reached down to hold her legs up as he guided his cock into her entrance.

  “Oh dear Lord, this is what heaven feels like,” he groaned. “Fuck, so tight and hot.”

  He thrust fully inside her, both of them panting as though they had run a marathon. Jacey let her legs drop, her feet planting themselves on the mattress as she reached up and placed her hands around his neck.

  Derrick pulled out then quickly drove back inside her. He clenched his teeth, felt the sweat pooling on his body, mingling with her own as he fucked her in slow, steady thrusts.

  Jacey drove her hips up against him and Derrick was lost. Letting himself go, he picked up the pace. With one hand he reached down to flick her clit.

  “Soon, baby. Very soon. Get ready to come.”

  He felt her ripple around him, knew she was there.

  “Come now.” Two more thrusts and he came. He filled the condom in huge bursts, his body trembling with his release. Jacey cried out beneath him, pulsating around his cock, making him shudder in pleasure as she came.

  Collapsing with exhaustion, he had the presence of mind to roll off her, drawing her into his side.

  “Wow,” she said.

  He nodded, unable to speak, but in total agreement. Wow.

  Chapter Eight

  Jacey woke in the early hours of the morning and blinked steadily for a moment, wondering where the hell she was. It was too quiet for the shelter and the bed was way more comfortable.

  A soft snore drew her attention and she rolled over to see Derrick lying on his back, his arm sprawling over his head, the sheet resting on his stomach.

  She’d slept with him. What had she been thinking?

  Yeah, she knew what she’d been thinking, that here was the sexiest man she’d ever met and he wanted her. Her. She’d been thinking it was a dream come true, one she couldn’t pass up.

  A one-night stand that she would remember for the rest of her life. Except that she’d never had a one-night stand before. However, she was pretty sure that most people didn’t bare their sole to their lover, spilling their darkest, most horrible secrets.

  It was a wonder he had wanted to touch her at all afterward, let alone make love to her half the night. She was going to be sore when she started moving around. Worth it, though. She grinned. Yeah, the sex had been amazing, but it was Derrick that had truly made it wonderful. He’d been nothing but kind and considerate, even when she’d freaked out on him.

  But she couldn’t forget that all they had was one night. As hard as it was going to be to get up and leave, she had to. She had to separate herself from him.

  For her own good.

  Sitting up carefully, she wondered if she could manage to climb out of bed to get in a shower without him waking up. Scooting over to the side of the bed, she swung her legs over the edge, letting out a scream of surprise when a tanned, muscular arm surrounded her waist, dragging her back down.

  “Just where to do you think you’re going?” Derrick murmured in her ear.

  “I have to get up for work,” she told him. Already her body was reacting. Her clit throbbing as her nipples hardened.

  “Surely we’ve got some time… ahh, damn, maybe not. I have a flight to catch this morning.”

  Twisting her around, he hugged her tight, kissing her deeply. “Hmm, I should have set my alarm for earlier.”

  “But you have to go and so do I.” Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with him, but it was best to break things off now. It was a good thing he was going away, give them both breathing space and stopping her from falling back into his arms and begging him to take her.

  “You’re right.” He gazed down at her. “Take a shower in here, while I grab one in the guest bathroom. Do you have a change of clothes in your backpack?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. After we shower, I’ll rustle up something for breakfast. Hopefully you like omelettes. It’s about all I can do.”

  “That’s fine.”

  She showered quickly, changing into an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Combing her hair, she looked at herself in the mirror, wondering at the wide-eyed gaze of the woman staring back at her. This woman looked like she’d been well-loved, her gaze was shining, her lips plump and there was an air of satisfaction around her.


  “Jacey, come down when you’re ready,” Derrick called out. “I’m going to get our clothes from outside and then start breakfast.”

  “Okay, thanks.”

  She gazed around the magnificent bedroom one more time, drawing it into her memories. Last night was something she would remember forever.

  ***

  Jacey walked down the alley behind the diner to the back door. Derrick had dropped her off outside and she’d waved to him as he drove off, her lips still tingling from his kiss. He’d said he would see her when he got back, but she knew that was just talk. She’d probably never see him again.

  For the best, she told herself, wishing she could believe it.

  She was a bit early for work, but she knew Frankie would already be there. Frankie always beat her there in the morning. Sometimes she wondered if the other woman slept there.

  Jacey knocked on the back door and waited for Frankie to open it. The diner wasn’t open yet and Jacey didn’t have any keys. She shifted her backpack from one shoulder to the other.

  The solid door opened but instead of seeing Frankie’s smiling face, Jimmy stood there.

  “Hi, Jimmy, how are you?” she greeted the owner of the diner.

  The dour-looking man stared down at her. “Jacey, what are you doing here?”

  “Umm, I’m working the breakfast shift to cover Wendy.”

  Jimmy shook his head and her stomach took a nosedive. “Wendy’s back. I sent you a text, didn’t you get it?”

  She pulled her phone out of her pocket. It was just a cheap one, but it was the only way for Jimmy to get a hold of her about shifts.

  Yep, there was his text.

  “Sorry, I must have been on my way when it came through and didn’t hear it. You’ll text me about any other shifts?”

  She tried to hide her disappointment about the lost money as she looked up at Jimmy. A look of guilt crossed his face and her stomach gurgled in worry.

  “Look, Jacey, you’re a real good waitress, but my niece just moved to town and she’s looking for some part time work. Times are tough and I can’t employ you all. Family has to come first. You know how it is.”

  Sure, she knew. She was the easiest one to let go, since she didn’t really exist.