INDISPENSABLE: Part 1: A Billionaire Romance (9 page)

Sarah wore his ferocious kisses and gave back as hard as she could. She didn’t know why she wasn’t scared or put off, or even slightly concerned about the manner in which Brock switched to primal.

Her heart pounded, and her brain couldn’t calculate anything other than how she needed him to keep taking what he wanted from her, how she needed him to prove just how she drove him crazy. Everything throbbed and ached for his touch. She wanted everything he was holding back. Right now, her vow to herself was the furthest thing from her mind.

She snaked her hand around the back of his head and pulled him impossibly closer. She’d never kissed like this before; now this was kissing. She’d never felt attraction before, or needed someone inside her so badly. It was like every nerve ending in her body was a candlewick, and he was the match igniting each and every one.

He pushed her away a little, breaking the kiss that was spiraling clear out of control, she’d practically climbed on top of him.

“Sarah. Don’t, don’t push me like this. I’m not good at stopping.” His voice had deepened with a sexy hoarseness. “You need more than I can give you emotionally.”

Sarah knew what he was saying, he wasn’t going to be the one who married her and gave her a happily ever after. Her hands gripped his powerful shoulders. “Brock, my mind is mush right now, I don’t want to stop. I think I really want to have this night. Just for…”

Sarah felt her face flush. God, she couldn’t even say it, she was a twenty-four-year-old shark in the courtroom who couldn’t utter a single word about her sexual needs. Bella was right. She needed to get out more, and right now she was out. “Just for…pleasure.” She choked the word out, but Brock never laughed at her. He didn’t look like he pitied her. His dark eyes glittered back.

“Do you know what you are saying, Sarah?”

“I’m not likely to be drunk on one Affogato, Brock. I’m actually embarrassed this is so hard for me to contemplate or even say out loud.”

Brock took her face in his hands and kissed her cheek. “Don’t you be embarrassed. I should be the embarrassed one. The things I want to do to you, the way I want to do them. The way I need to do them…”

“What things?”

“I’m very experienced sexually; I know what I like; and I know how to push the envelope. I know I like to be the one in control. Complete control.”

Sarah saw the seriousness in his eyes. She knew about BDSM. Well, she’d heard about it. Was that what he meant? “Are you talking sex slave.” Her body tightened, as she spoke the words. She squeezed her thighs to try and stem the ache, but it just made it worse.

“I mean I like to be dominant. I’d like you restrained, blindfolded, and wide open for me. Then, I’d like to take my time to break you apart, so I can put you together again.”

“Can you do that in one night?”

“With you, I’m not sure. But if you only want one night, I’ll accept that as long as you can accept that I can’t consider a future with you.” His hands skimmer her neck and shoulders and down her arms. “I’ll think no less of you whatever you decide, and at work, we are colleagues and I won’t blur the lines again.”

“Okay. I trust you.”

“I need an agreement in writing, so I can trust myself.”

“Here I am trying to be spontaneous.” She smiled, and his face softened.

“You are beautiful, and if it helps, you completely blindsided me with that kiss. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Good because neither was I. I need to learn how to give over to how I feel and not what my brain is ordering me to say and do from fear.”

“Speaking of fear, Sarah, I don’t want to scare you, but I can’t promise I won’t.”

Sarah took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this? “As long as you start at a beginner’s level, I’m game. Can’t be any more scared than I am pushing myself out of my comfort zone.”

“You’ll have a safe word. And you have complete control over how far this goes. It doesn’t even have to get anywhere near intercourse.”

Sarah thought her heart was going to hammer clean out of her chest at the thought of doing this. Being submissive. Could she do it? But one thing she wasn’t confused about and probably the thing pushing her over the line was the fact that she wanted Brock. In some ways, he challenged her to discover what was beneath all the points of contention that was Brock Devlin.

He was unexpected; he played life on his terms; and she envied him that. Sarah did not want to not live in fear of anything. Fear was a normal part of life, but she felt controlled by it. She’d been terribly hurt. She’d cared nothing for herself, and she’d almost wasted the precious gift of life permanently.

Sarah sat up straight up and stopped touching him. “Greenhouse.”

He raised his eyebrows, knowing exactly what she meant. “It needs to be something that will come to mind easily.”

She nodded. “Greenhouse.”

Brock’s expression darkened and not in a sexy way, “Use that word, Sarah. Don’t let me hurt you.” His eyes pleaded with her; she saw his fear; and she knew it well.

“I promise.” She took his hands in hers, and the way he squeezed them, Sarah knew she wasn’t the only one pushing beyond her comfort zone. What she now wondered was why she made him feel vulnerable? Could he have deeper feelings for her?

She didn’t want to think about that because this wasn’t personal. It wasn’t about love. It couldn’t be, not for her and, by the looks of it, not for him either. Sarah had to keep her heart in check here. Her lesson was to enjoy. To take pleasure and not make it about giving away everything that made her who she was.

That’s what she wanted to prove to herself. Brock needed to stick to his ‘no love’ policy, as well. He’d promised he wouldn’t blur the lines. She had to trust him. She did trust him, didn’t she? She looked at him, just watching her think this out. Not trying to convince her or pressure her. Not doing anything but giving her time and giving her the control.

She did trust him.

“Write up the agreement. I’m ready. Just take it gently at first, please.”

“No choice here. I have none of my equipment, so I’ll be improvising.”

He’d surprised her yet again. Sarah had to ask. “What do you mean nothing is here?”

“This is my home. I don’t entertain ladies here.”

“What? Not ever?”

“Never.”

“Why?”

“It works better to have a separate place.”

“Shouldn’t we just go there then?”

“You’re not ready for that yet. You may never be.”

“And if I am one day?”

“Let’s just get through tonight. I can’t think about you in there. I’ll lose it. I have to temper my mind with what I need to do compared with what I’d like to do.”

“Brock, I just don’t get it. You are ruthless in business, yet you work for rights and equality at work. You have two dogs that have you twisted around their paws, and yet you’re an expert Dom in the bedroom. You don’t want long term, and yet you show such tender care towards me. I’m confused. Who is the real Brock Devlin?”

“A very dangerous man.” He reached for her, and his kiss blazed across her lips. She didn’t deny him. She wanted this one night for herself. For pure pleasure.

Sarah had no clue what to do now. It was a little awkward waiting for Brock to get the paperwork sorted. “Greenhouse” was her safe word. She wondered if she’d be screaming it out five minutes after they’d started. Might be before they started if she got any more nervous.

What would Bella say? Go for it. Do it afraid and push your limits. Like she hadn’t heard that from her every Friday night for the past three years. But Bella was right, Sarah knew she couldn’t keep living her life on the sidelines, playing it safe behind an unrealistic promise she’d made herself.

“Are you ready to sign this?”

“Yes.” Sarah took the paper from him and read his handwritten words.

Sarah Beaumont and Brock Devlin agreement for sexual submissive training. Sarah has final decision on how long the session goes, how far it goes, and whether there is intercourse. Brock has agreed to the safe word of “Greenhouse,” and insists the word is used immediately if unsure, scared, or if it is un-pleasurable. Neither commit to any type of sexual or romantic relationship beyond this night. (But hopefully they will remain friends and effective work colleagues.)

He’d dated and signed it, and Sarah signed it with her hand shaking a little. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement.

He took the paper from her and sat it on sofa then took her by the hand. “We’ll use the guest room. Come.”

“The guest room.”

“Yes, it’s a neutral space for us both.”

“Okay.”

“Are you ready, Sarah?”

Sarah was tongue-tied all of a sudden. Her mouth went dry. She nodded. Brock led her into a bedroom off the other side of the foyer area and closed the door behind them. Once in the lushly decorated room with large dresser and mirror, Sarah wasn’t sure what to do. Submissive training. What did that mean?

What if she hated it? What if she liked it?

“Sit on the bed.”

Sarah did so, grateful to take the weight off her trembling legs. This reaction was silly; she wanted this, so why act like it was the first time she’d ever had sex?

“Watch me undress.”

He slipped off his suit coat and threw it over a chair in the corner, then he stalked slowly towards her. A couple of feet away he stopped and removed his tie, but he didn’t throw that on the chair. He moved towards her, smoothing it out straight in his hands, his eyes locked to her. He tied the silk neck tie tightly around her wrists.

The burn of his hands touching her skin, as he tied her wrists took her nervous core over into desire. He pulled her arms up over her head and leaned in to kiss down her neck. “Yes, you please me, Sarah. You please me very much. Good girl.”

His hot breath and tender kisses down her neck made her prickle all over.

“When you speak, you call me ‘sir.’” He whispered in close to her ear.

Oh God, this was really happening.

“Don’t panic, Sarah. Remember you have your safe word to use anytime and I will stop.”

“Yes.” She nodded.

The sting of his teeth nipping the soft flesh just under her jawline made her cry out in shock.

“Yes…what, Sarah?”

“Y..yes, sir.” Her voice even shook, but her body ached for him to make it his.

“Better. Don’t forget again, Sarah. I won’t go so easy on your next time. Now, I’m going to remove your skirt, then I want you on your knees, watching me undress.” He let her arms down.

He unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, and Sarah stepped away from it as it hit the floor around her ankles. “Say thank you, Sarah.”

“Thank you. Sir.”

“Knees. Now.”

Sarah dropped to her knees before him, and he proceeded to undress before her. His shirt came off and the wide expanse of his tanned chest made her want run her fingers over the perfect smattering of dark hair there. She held her breath, as he fiddled with the opening of his suit pants, his erection apparent inside them.

Then, he was naked before her, and Sarah just stared at his body. It was model perfect with defined abs leading down to the smooth V. Even lower, his long, thick erection jutted out. Sarah stared, she couldn’t help herself. He was magnificent

“Would you like to touch me, Sarah?”

She nodded. Not able to speak.

He laughed like a low rumble of thunder. “I’d like to touch you, as well. I will. Turn around. Lean forward, hands out in front of you, that delectable ass up in the air. Now.”

Sarah did so, and her arousal throbbed between her legs where she needed Brock to be. He knelt on the floor behind her and caressed each ass cheek in turn. He pulled her panties up between her cheeks, making the material pull hard against her aching clit.

Sarah reared her head up a little with how good that friction was against her needy pussy. She wanted him so badly. Right now. A rough hand pushed her head back towards the floor, and a slap stung her ass cheek. Sarah cried out. “Don’t you put your head up until I give permission?” He rubbed over and under her pussy from behind, pressing her clit, but not enough to trigger an orgasm—although she felt very close.

“You’re very wet, Sarah. Did you know you’d get so wet being spanked like a naughty girl?”

“No, sir.”

“No. No one else can make you wet like I can, Sarah. Would you like me to feel inside at how wet you are?”

Sarah tried to nod, but her head was too close to the floor. Brock landed another slap on the other cheek. “Oh yes. Pretty pink cheeks. You want more. I’ll give you more. Each slap landed and stung more than the previous one. Tears formed in Sarah’s eyes, and yet she was wet between her legs like never before.

“Good girl. Yes, Sarah. You’ve done well.” Brock’s large hand now spanned her ass cheek, as he rubbed and soothed. “Such a beautiful, generous ass, Sarah. Mine, you hear? All mine. One day I’ll take you higher than you’ve known by filling both holes full—and tight. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, good. Fast learner. Sit up, Sarah. Come to the bed with me.”

Finally, he was going to give her the release she needed.

Brock helped her up. Using the tie around her wrists to lead her to the bed. In a swift movement, he had her sitting on the bed and her wrists hooked over the large wooden bed knob. Perhaps the huge wooden bed was the reason he wanted to use this room.

His hand snaked around her throat and gave a possessive but light squeeze. He kissed her hard on the mouth, and he moved his leg between hers as he knelt on the bed over her. His tongue toyed with her, and Sarah kissed him back as hard as she had earlier. He pulled her hair back hard, and she cried out. He just laughed and kissed her again, plunging his tongue inside her mouth taking what he wanted from her.

Then, he let her go, and she jolted back against the bed, panting, wanting more. Brock ripped the buttons clean from the front of her shirt and pushed her bra roughly up over her breasts. “Yes, beautiful nipples. I’ve been waiting to see these, Sarah. They are perfect.”

He pulled and tweaked her nipples. With his thigh hard up between her legs, he moved against her. Sarah groaned at the sheer ecstasy of it all. Her nipples transmitted all the pleasure to her core and then straight to her brain. She wanted him so bad right now. She couldn’t believe she’d denied herself the pleasure of arousal for so long.

Brock moved his expert hands over her, peaking her need over and over but never taking her there. She wanted to touch him, to make him feel as she felt with the touch of him making her crazy. He drew her underwear away from her body and pushed her legs up and impossibly wide.

Sarah whimpered because though he had her pinned so hard she could barely breathe, he also had her so ready for him. She’d never have believed she could get so desperate for an orgasm.

“There. That’s what I’ve been waiting to see, Sarah. Your tight ass and pussy on display. Ready for me to do what I want. Ready to be stretched and filled by anything I please. I can see you are hot for me. My bitch who wants a cock inside her so bad, she’d beg for it right now. Is that true, Sarah?”

“Yes…”

He pinched her clit hard and fast, and the tears stung Sarah’s eyes. At the same time, her pussy ached and clenched so hard that Sarah thought her orgasm had started. “What’s my name, Sarah?”

“Sir. Yes. Sir.”