Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence) (7 page)

Then again, maybe not. He watched as Jacey stripped. Pulling off her pink shirt, she folded it neatly. She hesitated a moment then quickly stripped off her jeans.

My God, she’s beautiful.
She crouched down in her underwear, sitting on the side of the pool with her legs dangling in.

“Come i
n, or are you chicken,” he called out.

Wrinkling her nose at him, she pushed off, letting herself fully submerge in the water. Coming up, she pushed her hair back off her face, a huge grin forming.

“This feels so good.”

Derrick d
ove beneath the water, and grabbing her, threw her into the air toward the middle of the pool. With a squeal she landed with a splash, and came up coughing.

“You rat! You’re going to pay for that.”

They played for a while, something Derrick hadn’t done for years. Finally, he grabbed hold of her, pulling her toward the shallow end of the pool. He pinned her between his body and the side of the pool. Capturing her wrists with one hand, he grinned.

“G
ot you now.”

She wiggled playfully.

“Are you going to surrender?”

“Never!”
she told him, with a wide grin.

“A dare.” He used his free hand to tickle her under her arms.

“No, no, no,” she squealed, laughing as she attempted to twist away.

“Do you surrender?”

“No!”

Leaning in, he kissed her deeply, moving his free hand around to cup one of her breasts. It filled his palm nicely, the nipple firm.

“Do you surrender now?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He kissed his way down her neck to her shoulders, nipping the part where her shoulder and neck met. She leaned against him. He let go of her hands so he could run his hands down her sides.

“Put your legs around my waist,” he told her, lifting her up. She slid her legs around him, her pussy against his waist. He nuzzled between her breasts, then reaching around, undid her bra
, pulling it off and flinging it away to reveal her beautiful breasts. Leaning down, he sucked one nipple into his mouth while squeezing the other between his finger and thumb.

“Oh, oh,” she cried out, pressing herself against him. Derrick slid
his free hand down to cover her ass, squeezing the firm cheek as he continued to erotically torture her breasts.

“Derrick, oh God.”

“Like that, baby?” he asked.

“Umm-hmm,” she replied, her head lolling back.

“Good. If you want to stop, tell me now,” he whispered harshly. His cock throbbed, protesting his words. But the last thing he wanted was to scare her away or overwhelm her.

“You stop now and I’ll hurt you,” she said fiercely, surprising him. That slightly reserved
air had disappeared throughout the night, revealing a passionate, rather feisty woman.

He liked it.

Her full breasts bobbed just above the water. He cursed himself for not putting in more outdoor lighting, he needed to see all of her.

He pushed her up higher, nuzzling between her breasts before lapping at her right nipple.

Lick. Nibble. Suck.

Repeat.

Absolutely delicious. He moved across to her other nipple. Jacey twisted her fingers through his hair, not painfully, but enough to let him know how affected she was.

“You’re so beautiful
. I need to taste all of you.” Desire swamped him, rushing over him in waves.

He
lifted her up and sat her on the side of the pool, kissing her lower stomach.

“Lie back.”

“Derrick…” she said hesitantly.

“Please,” he forced out, holding back his natural
need to command her. Jacey wasn’t his sub; he wasn’t sure how she would react if he were to completely take the reins.

She lay back.

“Tell me if you get cold,” he told her, running his hand up her smooth, firm limbs. Reaching for her tiny panties, he tugged them off, revealing her pussy to his gaze.

He cupped her, loving the way she shuddered.

“I’ve been dreaming of this since I met you, Jacey.”

“You have?”

“Oh yes.”

H
e couldn’t wait to taste her. Take her. Forcing himself to slow down, Derrick grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs up, placing her feet flat on the edge of the pool. This opened her up entirely to him.

“Derrick, I don’t—”

“Shh, just let me play for a bit. If you don’t like what I’m doing then I’ll stop.” He kissed one thigh then the other. Parting her labia, he took a long lick.

“
You’re delicious.”

“I am?” she asked with surprise.

He flicked her clit a few times. “Has no one ever told you that?”

She tensed.

“Jacey,” he warned, he wasn’t about to let her hide anything from him.

“No,” she told him. “I was told
I didn’t taste very good down there.”

He could hear the shame in her voice and
silently cursed the person who had put it there.

“Well, they were wrong,” he told her firmly.
“I can drink you all day and never get enough of your taste.”

She relaxed a little and he knew just how
to push those memories from her head. Leaning in, he swept his tongue up and down her folds, before driving his tongue deep inside her pussy.

“Oh,” she cried, thrusting her hips up against his mouth. He held her down as he drove his tongue in and out.

“Derrick!”

He moved up to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. Dropping one hand down, he pushed two fingers deep inside her. Flicking her clit with his tongue, he thrust his fingers in and out, delighting in her cries of passion.

She clenched around his fingers, her whole body shuddering. But she didn’t come.

“Come for me, baby.
”

Jacey let out a low moan.

“Come now!”

With a scream, she came.

Jacey could scarcely believe that she’d just come, rather loudly, in Derrick’s backyard. She’d been faking her orgasms with Stephan long before she’d left him and had fully thought she’d have to do the same tonight. Instead, she’d experienced a truly mind-blowing orgasm.

Derrick held her tighter as he
climbed the stairs. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead.

“Okay, baby?”

She nodded, snuggling her face against his bare chest. He’d wrapped her up in a thick, fluffy towel before drying himself off. Then he’d swept her up in his arms and carried her inside. When they got to the top of the staircase he pushed open some large double doors and walked into the biggest bedroom she’d ever seen. A bed so huge it had to be custom-made was against the far wall with floor to ceiling windows bracketing it.

Masculine furniture was artfully placed around the room, and there was an enormous fireplace that had a long sofa sitting in front of it.

“This is amazing.”

Derrick glanced around. “Yes, I suppose it is.” He walked across the room, stepping into a big bathroom. Setting her
down, he leaned into a shower that could easily fit four people and turned the water on.

“I’d run a bath,” he said as she glanced over at the sunken Jacuzzi bath, “but I can’t wait that long to have you.”

Her gaze shot back to him, or more specifically, to where his impressive erection pressed heavily against his wet boxers.

Jacey swallowed
, moving toward him. “I’m sorry. I should have offered to help you with that.”

She reached out a hand to touch him, shocked when he clasped her hand, holding it away.

“Much as I long to have you touch me, and believe me I truly appreciate the thought, I think I would come in about two seconds and when I come, I intend to be inside you.”

“There’s always round two.”

His gaze lit up, the skin around his eyes crinkling as he grinned. “Oh yes, you can bet on that. However, I’m not as young as I used to be and this doesn’t bounce back as quickly as it once did.” He gestured at his erection.

“I find
that hard to believe. All you have to do is issue a command and it wouldn’t dare remain limp.”

Derrick chuckled then drew her against him, flinging away the towel.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he murmured.

“Even here?” she replied, slipping her hand between them to
wrap around his hard cock.

Derrick groaned. Taking a step back, he turned her. “Into the shower with you,” he growled.

Jacey stepped into the enormous shower, adjusting the spray to her liking.

Derrick moved
in behind her, now completely naked. Jacey turned, taking him in. He had a body that simply would not quit. Wide shoulders, muscular chest, a firm six-pack and then there was his cock.

Firm, long, thick.

She hadn’t had a lot of experience with men, but Stephan certainly couldn’t live up to Derrick in more ways than one.

“Like what you see, beautiful?” he asked, reaching over her to grab some body wash.

Speechless, she nodded.

Derrick chuckled as he squirted some
body wash onto his hand. Lathering it up, he rubbed it over her shoulders and down each arm.

“I can wash myself,” she told him.

“I guessed that, seeing as you don’t smell,” he teased. “But I want to wash you right now. Are you really going to deny me?”

He paused, looking down at her. It woul
d take a stronger woman than her to deny him anything. Jacey shook her head and he continued to soap her neck down to her breasts. Swirling the suds around them, he took great care to wash every inch, particularly her nipples which he massaged, lightly pinching until Jacey was swaying in pleasure, barely able to breathe.

Cupping them, he ran his thumbs over her nipples while staring down at her.

“Your breasts are very sensitive.”

She nodded, even though it wasn’t a question. “They’re too small,” she said.

“Too small? I think not. They’re perfect.”

Derrick moved his hands down her stomach. She only had the slightest pouch there, nothing too noticeable, but she still tensed slightly as Derrick knelt and placed a kiss on her stomach. But he never said anything, just continued to wash her,
parting her legs so he could clean her intimately.

Jacey blushed, her whole face on fire as he
washed her very thoroughly.

When he finally stood, she felt as though she would explode at any moment, who knew a shower could be such a turn on?

As he finished, she reached for the body wash, squirting some onto the palm of her hand.

“My turn.”

Derrick bit back his smile at Jacey’s determined look. Opening out his arms, he spread himself wide.

“Do your worst, beautiful.”

Oh hell, those were famous last words,
he thought minutes later. Had he known she was hell bent on torturing him, he wouldn’t have been so flippant. Her tiny hands moved over every inch of him, washing his arms, his chest, his nipples. Then she knelt at his feet, her face inches from his hard dick and he found himself praying that he wouldn’t come right then and there.

She moved he
r way slowly up his legs, and Derrick bit down on his lip, every muscle in his body aching with the need to simply pick her up, slam her against the wall and drive his way inside her.

Then she grabbed his cock.

“Jacey,” he protested.

“What?” she said with fake innocence. “I’m just washing you
, like you did me.”

Cheeky little brat, when he got out of here he was going to… well, he was going to take her hard and fast, then soft and slow, then hopefully hard and fast again. She knew she was torturing him and she was loving every second if the
smile on her face was any indication.

After she’d lathered up his cock, she rinsed it off, taking care to get rid of every
last soap sud.

“Right, get your ass up here,” he said, reaching down for her.

“Oh no, I don’t think so,” she murmured. Grasping the base of his cock, she took the head into her mouth, sucking him in.

Dear Lord. Derrick leaned back against the shower, his legs suddenly weak, knowing he’d lost this battle.

If she was his sub, he’d spank her ass bright red for this bit of disobedience.

But she’
s not my sub.

Could she be?
He wondered how she’d take being placed over his knee. Well, he supposed there was one way to find out.

Later. Much later.

All thoughts swept from his mind as she lapped at the head of his dick, digging her little tongue into the slit. His balls tightened, a fiery need building, mounting as she sucked his shaft into the silken sheath of her mouth.