INDISPENSABLE: Part 3: A Billionaire Romance Read online

  Her body began to shiver, and he placed his lips and mouth over her clit and gently sucked. Sarah cried out, and Brock knew she was so close to coming. He stopped sucking but held his mouth there and kept working his fingers. Now and then, he flicked her clit with his tongue.

  Sarah made loud, long noises, and then she begged him. “Can I come please, sir? Can I come?”

  Brock moved his mouth off her and slid his fingers out. “No. Don’t you come until I say.”

  Sarah thrashed her head around. “You bastard, let me come. Please make me come. I need to.”

  “For that, you’ll be punished.” Brock went to his drawers and chose a short, fat vibrator with an indentation at the bottom. Something the rim of her ass could hang onto. He took it over and smothered it with lube. “See, now you’ve called me names. I have to fill your tight, little ass with this. It’ll probably hurt at first, but that’s the idea.”

  He tested her with just the end. She was tight, very tight, but he’d breach her and it would stay in good and tight. The pleasure for her would be out of this world. The next layer of pain and pleasure was in progress. He smiled.

  “Your ass is tight. But you know you want this. You want your ass filled, don’t you?”

  She never answered.

  Brock pressed the vibrator to her a little harder and turned it on. The juices flowing from her pussy now looked delightful. “Tell me. Tell me how my good girl wants to be bad. Tell me you want me to fill your ass before I make you come. You do still want to come, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” Sarah shouted out. “Yes, I want to come. Please.” Her eyes blazed at him, and she never looked more beautiful.

  “Who will you come for?”

  “You.”

  “Good girl. That’s right.” He slid the vibrator in halfway, and she let out a growl, trying to move her body to get what she needed. “When will you come?”

  “When you say so, sir.”

  “Exactly. You are such a fast learner. I’m looking forward to making you come.” He pushed the vibrator all the way in, and her ass gripped at the base. He left it turned on. Sarah cried out, and then her words became a little garbled. She’d hit subspace; he was pretty sure. Now, it was more important than ever that he maintained control.

  He touched her clit, and she moaned very loud. Her rubbed it harder and her body tensed to the point of orgasm again. He played with her nipple clips, flicking and pulling on them; she just kept begging him to let her come.

  “No. You aren’t coming yet. Don’t you dare. You wait until I say.” It was time to take off the bindings around her body, but first he’d fill her pussy with another vibrator so she wouldn’t lose any sensation while he worked to untie her. He turned the one in her ass up a few notches and went to get a longer one with a wide, flat base.

  Sarah was pushing hard against her restraints now, and Brock didn’t want her to hurt herself, because in subspace she’d allow anything. It was that point where the mind let the sensations take over, and subs would ask for more than they could take.

  “I’m going to fill your cunt with this vibrator. Then, I’ll sit you up and remove your body ropes. Your hands will still be tied and so will your legs—for now.”

  “Yes, fill me hard. Give me the biggest. I need it.”

  Brock slapped her ass cheek hard, and she cried out.

  “I say what you need. Not you.” He slapped her other cheek. “I’m in control of you.”

  He eased in the vibrator. As soon as he felt her muscles give a little, he pushed it inside her, turned it on, and pulled her up to sitting. Both devices were now held tight and deep inside her. He caressed her clit a little, and her head came forward to rest on his shoulder.

  “There, you see. I say what you get, not you. You don’t know what’s best for you, do you?”

  “Fuck you.” She spat out at him. Her emotions had reached the anger level.

  “You love it. You know you do.” He pushed her back up to sitting and held her neck in his hand, as he kissed her hard. “You fucking love being my dirty little bitch.” Brock hoped she was ready for that level of talk right now.

  “Why? Why do I love it? What’s wrong with me?”

  He slowly unwound the ropes from her arms and body. The red marks delighted him. She looked perfect. “Nothing is wrong with you, Sarah. You are perfect.” He kissed her gently and helped her keep her balance as the vibrators buzzed deep inside her. “You are so sexy, so smart, so beautiful. You are strong, and this proves how strong.”

  Sarah just let out the loudest scream he’d ever heard and cried out. “Why can’t anybody love me then? If I’m so perfect? Why can’t they love me?” She sobbed.

  “Because they are idiots. You’ll get the love you deserve, Sarah. I promise.” He’d taken the rope from her body now, and he pulled her arms up with the wrist bindings and fastened them to the corner bed knob. The heavy timber was made for such a purpose.

  Sarah still cried, and even though his heart broke for her, he knew if he let her stop now, she’d be more messed up than ever. He had her on her back again, but with large pillows under her back for comfort. He went down on her clit, and her body writhed.

  “Please, please let me come. Please.” Her whimpers would break the hardest man. But Brock knew he had to pull one out of the bag today. He also knew he’d never do this again with any other woman. This level of intimacy he’d never experienced before.

  If Sarah chose not to have this as part of her life, then he was hanging up his whips. He sucked and sucked on her hardened nub until she’d tensed so much that he knew she was close. Then, a short, sharp jerk went through her, a sign of the start of her orgasm, and he stopped sucking her clit.

  She cried out and cursed him, and he pulled the clips off her nipples—like ripping a band aid off. Again she screamed because the blood flow rushing back to the restricted area was pain and pleasure personified.

  “No, Sarah. You won’t come yet.”

  “Please. Let me. I’ll do anything. You can do anything to me, whip me harder. Make me suck your cock. Fuck my ass hard. I don’t care. Just let me come.”

  Brock laughed low and gravelly. “You will come when I say. You can’t bargain for this.”

  “Fuck…fuck, fuck. Come on!” Her voice was one of desperation now.

  He’d have to let her come properly soon; he didn’t want the needy pleasure to turn into frustration. Brock wasn’t sure how much more he could take either. This writhing, moaning bundle of hot sexual energy was what he wanted every day of his life. Sarah was simply the most wonderful woman he’d ever known, and he was clearly out of his league with her. He had to let her go so she could be happy, and he hated that thought. Another man touching her. He had to hold it together; this wasn’t about him.

  “You’re mine. You’re hot for me. You want to come for me.” He gave her thighs a stripe with the leather; this time knowing his words would trigger her innate need for ownership, which had nothing at all to do with her independence on a day to day basis. “You understand? When you come, you come only for me, and you come as hard as you can.” The leather strips left darker red marks, and Brock carefully slid the vibrator from her between her ass cheeks and then eased out the one from inside her pussy.

  He slid on a condom. Now, he had to fuck her. He needed to. They’d been at this for almost two hours. While that was relatively short for one of his normal session, this was more intense than he’d ever known.

  “Do you want my hard cock inside you, Sarah? Do you want to be fucked hard?” he levelled at her entrance.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir. Fuck me with your hard cock.”

  Brock twisted her nipples a little, and Sarah arched her back. “More. Give me more. Make it harder.”

  He held fast to her hips and thighs, as he sank his cock deep inside her incredibly tight cunt. “Argh…fuck. So good. So good.”

  “Yes, Brock. Yes. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard
. Fuck my ass, too. I want both holes filled.”

  He pulled his cock out of her and flipped her over. “You want both holes fucked; you’re so dirty for me.” Brock picked up the ass vibrator again and it slid easily home where it had been so snug before. He turned the vibration up to full and held the end to fuck it in and out of her ass in short strokes.

  Sarah cried out and wanted more, and more. He knew she could take this, and it would be enough for her today. No matter how much more she asked for, Brock wouldn’t go beyond her limits. His cock slid inside her again now, and Brock was about to see stars himself with the sensation of the vibrations. He slid the vibrator all the way inside, and her ass clung to the indented end. He grabbed her hips, as he fucked like a wild animal.

  He was so close to coming, but he needed to wait for Sarah. She swore and grunted and asked for harder and more. Brock kept up his fast slamming pace, and finally she asked the question he’d been waiting for.

  “Can I come, please, sir?”

  Brock pulled out for a second and flipped her back over so he could see her face. “Look at me when you come. Come for me. Come now.” He slammed his cock back into her again, holding her ass cheek in his hand and raising her to meet his deep strokes. “Come for me, baby, and I’ll come for you.”

  Sarah eyes were that of a wild animal driven to the extreme. He looked into her eyes; he watched her face, as the orgasm broke violently over her body. God, he’d never seen a woman come so hard and so beautifully.

  “Yes, Sarah. That’s it. Come. Come hard. Let it go. You’re so beautiful.” He spoke deep and low. But she could hear him; he knew she could. He held back his orgasm a little longer and thrust himself deep inside her and held there. Brock fingered her clit very softly, and Sarah’s tremors were still going through her body.

  “No. No more. I can’t…” She panted and puffed.

  Brock kept his slick fingers going on her clit. “You’ll come again.”

  “I…can’t!”

  “You can. You will.” He thrust up inside her still pulsating pussy and worked his fingers light and fast, as he felt her muscles inside relax and then start the tighten again, he applied a little more pressure to her clit. “Come again, Sarah. You can. You can do anything you want. Feel that vibrator in your ass, and my cock in your cunt. Do it.”

  His fingers were fast and firm now, and Sarah looked at him with surprise, as her body broke through the barrier. This orgasm made her vibrate and jerk, and her whole body looked like it wanted to twist up in knots. She cried out, and the contractions of her pussy and the look on her face were too much for Brock, and he came hard.

  “Fuck. I’m coming, Sarah. Coming for you. You’re so beautiful.” He cried out as the streams pumped out and twisted his stomach into hard knots. “Oh god, that was perfect, so perfect. Thank you, Sarah.” He managed to turn off the vibrator and gently withdraw it from her body, as his orgasm high subsided.

  He lay over her for a couple of minutes, as they both soaked up the emotions. Brock knew he had to let her out of the bindings and care for her, see she was okay after such an intense session. She hadn’t had a panic attack, and though she was out of it, she was right there with him all the way.

  He hoped she’d gotten what she needed out of it. Some inner strength to follow the path that made her happy, not the one where she tried to please all the people while battling the pain she held inside for all she’d been through as a child and young adult.

  This was Sarah’s time to shine, and Brock knew she wasn’t destined to be his. He’d abide by her decision, and he was certain she’d walk away and find the love she needed to be fulfilled because he wasn’t the man for her.

  Knowing it didn’t mean Brock had to like it.

  Chapter Five

  Sarah floated above the earth somewhere. Brock murmured to her, caressing her, and she felt like she was having something akin to an out-of-body experience. She hadn’t died, had she? Yeah, died and gone to heaven. Her giggles started at the immature thought, and she swore she’d never stop laughing. The straight-laced lawyer who never took shit from anyone in the courtroom was giggling like a teenager.

  Brock’s hands smoothed over her skin, making her tingle. His soft lips tickled her neck, and the words he said were heard and recorded, but still seemed so far away. What was wrong with her? Her body was free to move, and the room was warm and comforting. But what had just happened?

  The things he’d done to her. What she’d begged him to do, what the hell was that? Who was that person? The confusion unsettled her mind, and the giggles gave way to tears. She was the happiest she’d ever felt, and yet the tears just kept coming. Sarah just didn’t know what the hell was going on with her.

  Brock was beside her now, the full length of his naked body pressed up against her. He’d moved her onto her side, and her cheek was against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat. The thick, soft quilt encased them and then both his strong arms were around her. Sarah sensed all this was happening, but it was like a lucid dream.

  “Sarah. You’re shivering. Snuggle up and stay warm. What you’re feeling is okay. It’s normal when coming out of subspace.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “It’s called sub-drop. It’s a very personal thing. I’m here for you until it passes, and after if you need me.”

  Sarah couldn’t grasp his words in her head long enough to think about them. “Why do I feel sad and happy all at once?”

  “We can talk about it later. For now, just know whatever you’re feeling is okay. Just let yourself feel.”

  Sarah wasn’t sure what to say to that. When in her life had it ever been okay to just feel what she was feeling? Sure, it was said a lot, but when it came to doing it, people backed off. As a child she never let out her fear, or her anger, about the way her parents chose drugs over her. She hated it, but she learned not to say that. When other adults told her she could be open and honest, well, she learned that they never wanted to hear the truth. Not really.

  Her grandmother was the only one who’d listened, who wanted to hear how she felt. But then it hurt her to hear those things about her own daughter being an addict. Sarah never wanted to hurt Grannie, so she stopped talking about it. She stopped talking about everything that hurt her or made her angry in case it hurt someone she loved also. Grammy passed away, and Sarah had a broken heart.

  When her younger brother took his own life, it was worse. She’d found solace in the very thing she’d hated about her parents. The drugs and alcohol were an easy fix at the time, but they just added to the problems.

  Sarah’s entire body now shivered, yet she wasn’t cold, was she? A fire burned inside her like molten lava. It was so hot it would surely burn her up from the inside. The fear rose in her chest, and it constricted. She clutched onto Brock’s solid body to feel grounded.

  “You’re safe, Sarah. Safe with me. Let it out. Let it all out. I want to listen until you have no more left to say.”

  His arms tightened around her, and he kissed her forehead. Sarah did feel safe and validated. But it had taken that level of pain and pleasure to get her to this place. What did that say about her? Almost everyone she knew would be shocked and disgusted if she told them what had just happened and how she’d felt so high from it, how the world fell away and there was only her, Brock, and the sensations he gave her. Except Bella, she wouldn’t judge her.

  “H…how…” She hesitated. Would she get ridiculed for her words? But the pressure built in her chest. If she didn’t let it out, she’d have a major anxiety attack. “How can I like the things you did…it’s not normal. Am I normal?”

  “You’re as normal as me, if that helps.”

  She felt his smile even though she couldn’t see it.

  “I’ve never even considered letting anyone tie me up; let alone what you did.”

  “It’s normal to feel this way. Especially in the beginning. BDSM is full on. It’s physical and mental. Don’t even get me started on emotional
.”

  “So I’m not crazy, feeling like I’m coming down from some adrenalin rush.”

  “Endorphins actually. Your body floods you with them to counter the pain. Then, when the pain has gone, you are dropping. But you aren’t dropping alone.”

  “This part scares me the most. It feels like coming down off drugs. I don’t want anything to put me back in that frame of mind.”

  “I know.”

  “I need to get my life on track. I can’t keep letting things happen to me.”

  “You will, Sarah. I promise life will get better.”

  Her shaking subsided a little. Safe, warm, cared for. But his words brought through other memories. “I used to hold my brother and tell him that. I’d promise and promise that life would get better. But it didn’t for him. I couldn’t help him. My love wasn’t enough for him to want to stay.” The tears fell freely again, and her body trembled.

  Brock said nothing, but she could feel him kiss the top of her head and hear his sigh.

  “My love has never been enough. My parents couldn’t love me. No matter what I did to impress them, what I’m still doing, I know it won’t be enough.” Sarah sobbed and the pain of admitting how she felt was a razor to her heart.

  “Your grandmother thought your love was enough. So, you have to see…none of the other stuff was because you didn’t love them enough. None of it. You know addiction is a disease, and so is depression. Your brother might have needed help, but you weren’t to know the extent of his despair. No one could. The human mind is a complex thing.” His warm hands stroked gently down her back.

  He was right. She had been enough for Grammy. She sucked in a deep breath, and her tears dried up.

  “You’re enough for Bella. I’ve never seen anyone love anyone as unconditionally as she does you.”

  “That’s true. She helped me out of a dark place. The darkest.”

  “What about what you did for her?”

  “I’m not sure I did anything.”

  “Nonsense. Ask her.”

  “I just feel so angry and tired from carrying all the anger and the guilt.”