INDISPENSABLE: Part 3: A Billionaire Romance Page 9

  Sarah smiled. “No problem.”

  He put the condom on and dived back into the bed. Not long after his body was warm again and his cock hard against her. That was a lot to do with the long, sexy kisses he seemed to be addicted to tonight. Sarah wasn’t complaining. He moved his body over her and positioned his legs between hers.

  Then, he slid his cock inside her. So slowly, it took an age to feel full of him. Then, he withdrew slowly. He kissed and nipped at her breasts, but nothing she could call painful. His smooth strokes into her were controlled, driving her body insane for him again.

  His mouth now close to her ear, Sarah moaned, as he whispered her name and how her body made him feel. She loved every bit of it. Her body buzzed. Brock kept his cock moving slowly in and out of her pussy, and he still kissed her now and again. This was…great. What she’d always wanted.

  “I love you, Sarah. I really do.” He looked deep into her eyes as he spoke.

  Sarah had a surge of emotion. She should keep her mouth shut. “I love you, too, Brock.” She bucked up and thrust underneath him, trying to get a faster rhythm going. “It’s crazy, but I do love you. In spite of myself.”

  “I’m making love to you, Sarah. I’ll make love to you every night of your life if it means I get to keep you for myself.”

  Sarah was close a climax, skirting around the edge, but she wasn’t going to get there with this fantasy sex. With each stroke inside her, he pressed his body to her clit. Sarah felt an urgency click over in her brain. This ‘making love’ was nice, but she didn’t need nice right now. “Brock?”

  “Yes?”

  “This is kinda…boring.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, sorry.” She felt terrible saying it was boring. But she had vowed to be honest and express her needs. “Not boring, but I think I need more tonight, you know? Just not as much as yesterday. Does that make sense?”

  “It makes perfect sense. There’s a time and place for gentle lovemaking, and this isn’t it. Good. You are sharing what you want with me. That makes me very happy, Sarah. Very happy.” He knelt back between her thighs and pushed her legs up into the air with his hot hands.

  He slid his cock in again, but this time her reached out and twisted one of her nipples hard. Then the other. Sarah cried out; they were still overly sensitive from yesterday.

  Brock took her hard and fast—with his cock pounding into her. Sarah groaned and let the feelings wash over her. When he wasn’t pinching her nipples with his fingers, he was stroking her clit. Still his impossibly hard fucking continued.

  “Oh, yes. That’s it. That’s it, babe. Fuck me hard, oh yeah.” Then, she tipped over the edge, and the orgasm was there. It went rampant around her body, as Brock slammed into her and rubbed her clit. Sarah cried out his name, and he grunted hers, as he came again, deep inside her clenching pussy.

  “Wow.” Sarah could think of nothing else to say.

  “Yeah, I agree. You’re incredible.”

  “You are. Will you stay the night?”

  “With the woman I love? Absolutely.”

  “You don’t have to say that.”

  “I’m aware of that. I mean it. I wouldn’t toy with that word. I love you. I’ll do whatever I have to do to be with you.”

  Sarah sighed, back on the old roundabout again. Be somebody’s fun-time on the side or be lonely.

  “I mean it. Sarah, I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.”

  She kissed his lips. “I know you love me, Brock, and I love you, but it’s not just about us being able to bonk each other’s brains out. I need a future. I want a future.”

  “If it helps, I filed for divorce today.”

  “You did what!”

  “Started the ball rolling today.” He pulled her close to him again. Sarah couldn’t comprehend what he’d just told her.

  “Wait.” She sat up in bed stared at him. “You and Jodie are divorcing?”

  “Yep.”

  “What brought this on? Did she ask you for one?”

  “I stressed out all morning about broaching the subject because I realized how being married to me meant she missed out on ever finding love and happiness, so I decided I’d broach the subject and see how it went. Turns out she’s been seeing someone but didn’t know how to tell me.”

  Sarah had to let out a small laugh. “I thought I had a bad day.”

  “By that stage Heather had already rolled her eyes a thousand times and basically said it was about time, and she went to her room and left us to it.”

  “Oh, Brock. She’s such a clever young lady.”

  “Too clever at times. I kept telling myself it wasn’t about me.”

  “Really? That must’ve been a shock to your system.” Sarah gave a chuckle.

  “Everyone’s a comedian. Watch yourself.”

  “I couldn’t resist. Sorry. So, Jodie was agreeable.”

  “She would’ve happy danced if she didn’t think it would have hurt my feeling, unlike my daughter who didn’t hesitate to add a few fist-pumps.”

  “I’m sure they just want to see you happy.”

  “In the end, it went so well. I’m happy for Jodie, too. Happy for Heather to finally get to see what two people in love should look like.”

  “That’s amazing. Congratulations.”

  “Amazing for us.”

  Sarah stiffened a little. She wasn’t sure. She loved Brock, but from zero to happily-married in the blink of an eye was more than a little scary. Sarah never spoke.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. Just don’t ask me to marry you yet. I’m not in the headspace for that.”

  “I do want to marry you, Sarah. I want to love you, and have fun with you, and be with you until we’re old and gray. I want to give you all of that. I know you want that too. But I said I’d give you space, and you can take as much as you need, as long as you admit we’re good together.”

  Sarah kissed him. “We are, Brock, more than I could let myself imagine. But it’s no good if you aren’t happy being who you really are with me. I don’t want that. My world’s been upturned, and you’re supporting me through it. But it’s not all about me. What about the BDSM? Being a full-on Dom? You can’t just walk away from something that has been your coping mechanism for so long.”

  “I won’t be walking away from it. I know how much you respond to it, but we don’t need to live it every day. We’ll plan our major play sessions when we need them, and the rest we’ll let happen spontaneously.”

  Sarah liked how honest that sounded. Not like he was compromising or taking a lesser deal to be with her. “That sounds amazing. It’s so much to take in. We seem to do things so fast.”

  “What about a long engagement then? Slow it up. You pick a date when you’re ready. However you want it, I’ll just be there.”

  Sarah smiled. “Okay. But no huge diamond. Understated, not flashy. And not for at least six months.”

  “Done deal.”

  “You better let the world know Billionaire Brock is off the market.”

  “Right after I let you know what to expect, so I can prove to you that I’m off the market and only ever want you.” He kissed her hard on the mouth and tweaked her nipple just the right amount. “Don’t worry. You love me dominating you. You get to say when it happens though, and now and again, you might even make me your sub.”

  “That is a very interesting thought.”

  He nibbled on her nipple as he spoke. “Indeed.” His cock was rock hard against her again.

  Sarah reached her arms up over her head and crossed her wrists over. Brock devoured her with his eyes, and the dark desire flashed through them.

  “Make me feel it, sir.”

  Sarah’s body surged with desire when Brock clasped his hand firmly around her wrists as he kissed her hard. He let go a second and growled low into her ear. “Don’t move.” He got off the bed and took his leather belt from his jeans. He strapped her hands firmly to her steel bedhead using the belt.
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  Sarah gasped at the speed in which he’d rendered her unable to get away.

  “I’m not done yet, Sarah. No. Your legs need to be spread wide for me. Don’t they?”

  “Yes, sir. Spread my legs wide for you.”

  He looked inside her dresser drawers and brought out a pair of black tights which he ripped down the middle with a few sharp tugs. Sarah could not be spread any wide than he made her—with each of her ankles trussed and the tights fastened to the top corners of the bedhead.

  “Now. Now you are ready for me to make you feel it. It won’t take much. So I won’t push you too far. This is for your pleasure. To show you I am always and ever at your command.” He slid two fingers inside her and stroked the upper wall, as his tongue came down to lick her clit again. He looked up at her, and Sarah stared back, watching his pleasure.

  “I can’t resist your delectable little clit. It’s so tasty. You make it tasty for me. Don’t you, Sarah? My tasty bitch.”

  “Yes.”

  He slapped her ass cheek. Not too hard. Just enough to make it smart a tiny bit. But she knew why.

  “Yes, sir,” she repeated correctly.

  “Better. Now. I don’t have another condom. So you can’t have my cock in you. But I’m going to finger fuck you with four fingers, and I want you to come hard, then I’ll eat your tasty clit like an ice cream cone.”

  Sarah cried out as he sank his four fingers inside her and fucked her fast. He hit her g-spot perfectly, and Sarah felt her whole body tense up. How could she be so close already?

  “My girl is going to come soon. You love coming for me. You only come for me.”

  “Yes, sir. I only come for you. No one can make me come as hard as you do.”

  “That’s right, and I’m going to be making you come every day of your life from now on. If you want me to.” He went harder and faster with his fingers now pushing deep onto the lower wall of her, and when he put his mouth and tongue over her clit and rasped his tongue onto her sensitive nub, Sarah could hold back no longer. She pulled against her restraints, as her body was taken over by the depth of orgasm only Brock and his domination could give her.

  Her orgasm filled her body, and she felt her pussy walls contracting on his fingers. The intensity had her insides in knots again.

  “Yes, beautiful one. Come. I can feel you coming. You’re so beautiful.”

  When she began to come down from her orgasm heights, Brock let her legs and arms free and held her to him again. She didn’t feel any of the confusion she’d had last night. This was just how they liked to get off some of the time. Brock just knew her body so well, but she was getting to know his as well.

  “I love you, Sarah. I want to make you happy. I’ll do anything to make you happy. You have to know that.”

  “I love you, Brock. Thank you for being the man I need—even if it’s not the one I think I want.”

  “Forever, Sarah. Forever.”

  The End

  Epilogue

  Sarah wiped the tears from her eyes as Bella hugged her as tight as she could with Sarah’s big pregnant belly between them. She never realized a contraception failure could make her so happy.

  “You look beautiful, Sarah. More beautiful than ever.”

  “When I said I wanted a long engagement, I hadn’t expected to be going down the aisle pregnant with our first baby, after two years.”

  “You know how Brock wanted to be married before the baby was born. Be thankful it’s a quiet affair. He’s quite the show pony since he’s gone public about being engaged to you.”

  “Tell me about it.” Sarah smiled. “There’s enough people out there to make me nervous. Fifty people is a small crowd.”

  “Don’t be nervous. This is the best thing you’ve ever done. These are people who are genuinely celebrating for you.” Bella rubbed Sarah’s baby belly. “Apart from this, the wedding will be the happiest moment of your life.”

  Her best friend looked just gorgeous in a simple, silver, off the shoulder, slinky, silk dress. It matched Sarah’s wedding dress, except Sarah’s had the full skirt layered with chiffon and tulle—and a long train. “Must be your turn next to find love.”

  “Ha! No way. Do not make your day about me.”

  “You’ll get Mr. Right one day. How about Josh?”

  “Yeah, Mr. I’m-Making-A-Career-Out-Of-Hating-Everything-About-Bella. I’m sure he can’t wait to get me down the aisle. Stop worrying about my love life and get out there to yours.”

  Sarah swallowed. She’d cry, ruin her makeup, and have panda eyes for the photos. For the happiest day of her life, there sure were a lot of tears. She’d planned to walk down to Brock on her own. She could do it. Lots of brides gave themselves away in this day and age. It’d be okay. Bella would be right behind her, and Brock would be waiting up front for her.

  “I’ll see you out there. There’s someone here to see you.” Bella kissed her cheek and left the room.

  Sarah felt the tears roll down her face as her mother walked towards her, her face aglow with pride. “Sarah. I’ve never seen anyone more radiant. I’m so proud of you.”

  There’d been a lot of hard times over the last two years, but Sarah and her mother were in a good place right now. Sarah hugged her. “Thanks, Evie…Mom.”

  That was the first time Sarah had called her that since they’d reunited. Her mother had tears as well now. “Oh, we’ll both be a sight with our messy faces.” Her mother dabbed at Sarah’s eyes with a tissue. “Now stop. You’ll ruin the photos.”

  Sarah laughed. “I just told myself that.”

  “Barry would’ve given anything to be here today. Thank you for letting me share it with you.”

  “Thanks for being able to be here.” Sarah meant, thanks for staying clean all this time and giving them a chance at having a relationship. She knew her mother would get it.

  “Let’s get you down to that man of yours before he tears the place up coming to find you. He’s already pacing the floor.”

  Sarah giggled, but it caught in her throat as half a sob. Her hands shook. The immense emotion of the day she’d wished for since she was a little girl in a cold room with a tatty mattress for a bed and her stomach growling. The fantasy had come true. “Will you walk me down the aisle?”

  “I’d be honored. I have some things for you. If you want them. No pressure.”

  “What are they?”

  Her mother opened her clutch purse and drew out a lace handkerchief. “This was Grammy’s. She did the lacework by hand and gave it to me to hold my bouquet on my wedding day. Something old.”

  Sarah took the delicate item and wrapped it around her single white rose. “Thank you.”

  “This I had made for you. I hope you like it. It’s white gold to match your wedding ring. Something new.” She handed Sarah a gorgeous angel charm hanging from a delicate chain. Sarah put her hand through the loop and let it hang from her wrist.

  “This coin, was your father’s lucky coin. He swore it made him the luckiest man in the world. He gave it me before he passed. I can vouch that it definitely works. You can use it for the day. Something borrowed.”

  Sarah took the coin and slipped it inside one of her shoes. This was too much. Sarah would be a blubbering mess. She drew in a deep breath and smiled. “They are all beautiful.”

  “One last one. I know Peter is here in spirit. This was his.” Her mother held out a small, beat-up, blue diecast car. “Something blue.”

  Peter had played and played with that car. It was the only one he had. He never wanted to go anywhere without it. Sarah had stolen it from the corner shop for him once in desperation for his third birthday. She felt so ill afterwards, she never stole anything again. But it was worth it. Peter adored it so much he slept with it every night.

  Sarah took it and held it tight in her hand; she kissed it before tucking it into the wide ribbon sash that sat above her baby bump. “I have no words. Thank you.”

  “Let’s go, Sarah. On to the future
you deserve more than anyone I’ve ever known.” Her mother crooked her arm, and Sarah slipped her hand in to rest there.

  Bella smiled at her and nodded when she saw Sarah being walked by her Mom. When approached the entrance to the church, Sarah stopped and Bella placed the full veil over Sarah’s face and went behind to pick up her long train as she walked behind her.

  Sarah looked into the church and saw Brock pacing, and beside him, his best man, the beautiful Heather, locked eyes with Sarah and nodded. The music began, and Heather caught her father by the arm and made him stand in position. Heather gave her father a kiss on the cheek and pointed towards Sarah, as she entered the doorway with her mother to begin her journey toward the man she loved.

  The sea of faces on either side were filled with a who’s who of the billionaire set, but Sarah only had eyes for Brock. The chiffon and tulle of her full skirt rustled softly as she took each step, and Brock’s eyes were filled with tears. The baby kicked inside her belly, and she was enveloped in her family items.

  It didn’t change her past, but it certainly put the past where it belonged.

  The look of pure and utter love on Brock’s face made Sarah weak at the knees. She hadn’t had an anxiety attack for two years, and she wasn’t having one on her wedding day. She put her chin up, as he’d taught her to do, and she smiled. The baby was due in two months, and Sarah had missed the rougher play they’d enjoyed before they discovered her pregnancy.

  Brock had her wrapped in cotton wool since she announced it. She loved every second of it. So many memories went through her mind as she stepped her way closer to her husband-to-be. She’d never regretted for a second her decision that night to risk her heart with Brock. She’d finished work when she’d begun to show, and it drove her crazy. But she’d started up a charity for kids affected by the drug abuse of their parents, and that was dear to her heart.

  As she approached, she glanced to the side, and there was Jodie, with a huge smile and tears in her eyes. Her husband, Brendon, held her hand tightly, and Sarah hoped her and Brock could be half the couple those two were. Right next to them in a flamboyant vest sat Pierre, who’d designed all the dresses and tailor-made Brock’s suit.