Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence) (23 page)

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.

“Actually, it
’s similar to what I’ve been thinking,” Hunter admitted.

“What?” Derrick said in a cold voice.

“Hear me out,” Hunter replied, unfazed. “I said it was similar not the same. I don’t think Evan’s stupid enough to believe that we’re stupid enough to let Jacey out of the house. But I do think if we dress someone up to look like her and put her in a car with you, Derrick; that he’ll be stupid enough to think we’re putting all our eggs in one basket.”

They both looked at him in confusion.

“Evan will think that we’ll have most of my men with Derrick and the fake-Jacey, leaving the real Jacey here with minimal protection. He’ll make a move on her and we’ll grab him.”

“How does that not risk Jacey?” Derrick asked
loudly.

“Because we’ll already have removed Jacey to a safe house with Tiny and
Connor.”

Jacey thought it over, it sounded like it could work
.

“No,” Derrick said. “Absolutely not.”

“Won’t the security detail be stretched thin?” Jacey asked, ignoring Derrick’s scowl. “I mean, if you have Tiny and Connor with me and supposedly a couple of guys watching Derrick who’s left to grab Evan when he makes his move?”

“None of that matters because we’re not doing this,” Derrick insisted.

“I can call in some more men,” Hunter replied. “But the main problem I have is that I don’t have a female staff member.”

“Wow, that surprises me,” she said sarcastically. Hunter was at least as protective toward women as Derrick was.

“We need someone who is your build, who can look after themselves and who is willing to put themselves in a possibly dangerous situation. It would also help if they knew Austin well.”

She thought for a long moment. “I might know someone. But I’ll have to find her first.”

“No. The two of you listen to me carefully. This is not happening.” Derrick glared at them both.

“Let me work on him,” Jacey told Hunter.

***

“You know he’s right, don’t you?” Jacey asked as she lay with her head on Derrick’s chest in bed that night. She was exhausted. After Hunter left, Derrick had picked her up, placed her on the bed and brought her to orgasm twice before taking her.

Derrick just grunted.

“We can’t keep going like this, Derrick. I can’t keep going like this. I’m jumping at every noise; I spend most of my days in fear. It’s not good for the baby or for us. I think we have to try this.”

“
I don’t like this. I don’t like us being separated.”

“I don’t either. I
particularly don’t like the part where you’re driving around, trying to get Evan to follow you. I hope Hunter’s right and he’s too smart to fall for that. Maybe someone could pose as you as well. I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you, Derrick.”

He scooted down until his head was at her chest. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m more concerned about keeping you safe.”

“Then give this a try. Please, Derrick.”

He sighed and she knew she had him.

He took a nipple into his mouth. Her leg rested on his hip and he cupped her mound possessively.

She close
d her eyes, exhaustion washing over her as he continued to suckle on her nipple.

This had to work. It just had to.

***

“Cady?”

Cady turned, her gaze darting around the dark street. There were few people around at this time of night. She took a defensive stance as she saw the large man bearing down on her. Her mind screamed, run, but her body refused to cooperate.

“Who wants to know?” she asked
suspiciously.

“My name is Hunter Black. I run Black-Gray investigations. At the moment I’m currently working for Derrick Ashdown and Jacey Reynolds. I believe you know Jacey.
”

“Maybe. What do you want?”

“I want you to work for me.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“Ms Reynolds says you’re smart, tough and can protect yourself. She said you’d been teaching her some self-defense. Can you shoot a gun?”

“Y
es,” she said.

“I need you for one night, to help us. Help Jacey. Will you do it?”

“How much are you paying?”

He smiled and her heart stopped beating. Damn, he was gorgeous.

She had to be out of her mind to agree to anything he wanted.

“Three-fifty.”

“Make it five hundred and I want to talk to Jacey first.” No way was she just trusting this man’s word.

“I thought you would.” He pulled out his phone and pressed something on the screen. “Here, please call her.”

Reaching out, she took the phone from him, her fingers tingling where they touched his skin. Her breath caught and she glanced up into his eyes, noticing the way they narrowed in interest.

Shit. She had a feeling she should have listened to her first instinct and fled the moment he said her name.

Derrick opened the bedroom door before picking up the tray laden with food that he’d placed on the floor. He stepped into the bedroom, swinging the door shut with his foot.

Jacey
was sitting up on the bed; she smiled over at him before putting down the e-reader he’d bought for her.

God, he couldn’t believe how much he loved her. This was like nothing he’d ever felt before. How could the love of a woman make him feel like he could do anything? Be anything? He wasn’t sure, he only knew he was never going to let this feeling go.

“What’s all this?” she asked as he placed the tray of food on the bedside drawers. He gave her a quick kiss before sitting, facing her.

“Tiny said you didn’t eat dinner,” he reprimanded softly.

She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not hungry.”

Derrick placed a hand on her rounded stomach. “You know you need to eat. For yourself as well as the baby.”

“I know. I just keep worrying about tomorrow night and it ties my stomach up in knots until the thought of food is kind of nauseous.”

Hunter had spoke
n to Cady a few days ago. After assessing her skill with a gun and her ability to defend herself, he’d given the plan they’d come up with the go-ahead for tomorrow night. Cady, pretending to be Jacey, would go with Derrick to a charity function while Jacey waited in a safe house with Connor and Tiny. Hunter and some of his team would be lying in wait for Evan to make a move on the house.

Damn, he hoped this worked.

“And that is why we’re going to make a little game of this.” He stood, grinning down at her. “I want you to strip and sit back against the headboard.”

“What? Why?” she asked in surprise.

“Now, Jacey,” he said in his Dom voice. She immediately followed his order. Jacey was slowly coming to embrace her submissive side more and more. Her trust in him, in their relationship was growing stronger each day.

Derrick walked over to the wardrobe where he kept some of his toys in a locked box.

“What are you doing?” she asked and he glanced over his shoulder to find her reclining back against the headboard, completely naked.

“I’m getting some toys. Want to see?”

She hesitated for a moment then nodded. He picked up the box then brought it over to the bed.

“I wondered what you kept in here,” Jacey admitted.

“Been peeking?”

She blushed. “
Maybe.”

Derrick shook his head while she grinned at him.

“Show me, please,” she said.

He unlocked the box and drew each item out, handing them to her. He watched her reactions carefully. Excitement flared in her eyes as he handed her the cuffs and rope he was going to use to tie her to the bed. The silken, red blindfold came next. Her breathing quickened.

H
e drew out a vibrator with an attached clit tickler.

Jacey wrinkled her nose, keeping her hands on her lap.

Derrick raised a brow. “You don’t want me to use this on you?”

“How many other women have you used it on?”

He chuckled. “No one, beautiful girl. It’s brand new, bought just for you. I bought it as the same time that I bought this.” He drew out a slim anal plug.

Her eyes widened as he handed her both the vibrator and the plug. The last thing he grabbed was a bottle of lube before he went to close the lid on the box.

“Wait, what else do you have in there?” she asked.

“Nothing you’re ready for.”

“I want to see,” she said stubbornly.

“No.”

“Derrick, please,” she said, laying her hand on his. “I’m tired of being afraid. Show me.”

“
All right.” He drew out a soft flogger and drew it over the smooth skin of her stomach. She sucked in her breath before relaxing as he just ran it over her skin in gentle circles.

“What else?” she asked.

He didn’t keep a lot of toys at his home, preferring to do most of his playing at the club. But there was one more item left, a wooden paddle.

“Seriously? A paddle. Ouch. No way are you ever using that on me.”

Derrick put the paddle and the flogger back. “Not yet, anyway.”

He placed the box on the floor, safely out of the way before turning back to her.

“Lean forward, baby.” He put some pillows behind her back, making sure she was comfortable as she reclined back against them before securing her, her wrists and ankles cuffed and tied to each corner of the bed with long lengths of rope.

He tested the tightness of the cuffs, which were made of a soft, supple leather.

“How does that feel, beautiful? Any discomfit?” He hadn’t stretched her legs and arms as wide apart as he could have. He wanted to ensure her comfort most of all.

“I’m good,” she replied.

“Tell me if that changes. Right away.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Damn, he loved hearing her call him Sir.

He fixed the silk scarf over her eyes. “What’s your safe word?”

“Pink, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, this is the way the game works. For every bite of food you eat, you get a reward.”

Her breath caught. “And what if I don’t eat it?”