INDISPENSABLE: Part 3: A Billionaire Romance (3 page)

“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.

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.”

“I know just how you feel. I hope we’ve gone some way to you letting go of all that. God knows, I can’t find another way.”

Sarah wondered if she was the way for Brock. But then, this wasn’t her. This wasn’t the real Sarah. She wasn’t a submissive. This was an experiment. One of those things you did once and left behind as part of your misspent youth. How did Brock know what to do to her to get those responses? He was clearly an expert, but surely every person was different.

“Why do you like being a Dom?”

“It helps me escape from the pressure of real life. I guess it ends up being an ego boost as well.”

“Have you ever been in a relationship where it wasn’t about you acting as a Dom?”

“I’m married. So, no. Plus the playboy media blitz is just a cover.”

Yes, he held his marriage vow as sacred in that way. Yet, he could be a Dom to other women.

“I don’t get how it works for you. The marriage is priority, yet you do this on the side.”

“It’s not personal.” His hand stroked down her face and moved back a little. She looked up at him. His intent stare almost had her looking away again. “Not until you came along.”

“But our lives aren’t meant be combined, are they?” She spoke quietly, not really wanting to hear the words out loud.

“I think there’s a man so much better for you out there. I really do. And you’ll find him. You’ll have babies, and a home, and maybe missionary position, but you’ll be happy.”

Sarah had to smile. She tilted her head and brought her mouth close to his. “I have a feeling you are right. I will be happy. Thank you, Brock, for caring.” She let her mouth touch his then. A feather touch of lips. He shuddered under the miniscule contact, and Sarah wanted him more than ever. She’d no intention of waiting like he’d just made her. She had to have him inside her, right now. It wasn’t just a normal desire. For some reason, this was urgent.

“Put on a condom.”

“Sarah—”

“Do it, or I’ll walk out of here.”

She watched as Brock moved to the side of the bed and took a condom off the bedside table. He opened and rolled it on. His cock was hard, so he clearly wanted this as much as she did. He turned back to her on the bed, and Sarah smiled. He was dinner, and she was starving.

She laced her fingers through his hair at the back of his head and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. His mouth opened to her, and he groaned. That masculine noise added fuel to her fire. Sarah pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She never stopped the passionate kisses. Their tongues met with electricity, and she sucked his into her mouth like it was his cock.

His cock wasn’t inside her; Sarah slid her pussy along the length of it until she could take no more. She broke the fervent kisses and turned around with her back to him. She’d never done reverse cowgirl before, and she was going to give it a go with no inhibitions. Her arousal soared, and she leaned forward to get the tip Brock’s erection inside her.

“Yes, baby. That’s right. Put it inside you. Fuck my cock.” Brock’s voice was now a throaty growl that thrilled Sarah right to her core. He wanted her like this—when she’d let go of her moral code that was so ingrained in her. This was her pleasure, her body, and her orgasm. She should be able to express herself and get off any way she chose, with a willing partner.

Sarah took all of his cock now, sliding the length inside her needy body. She lifted her hips and then let herself drop onto him again. The tension built inside, but she needed more of him, needed it deeper. Deep enough to make her scream. She bent her knees and got into a low squat position and leaned herself back, supporting with her arms behind her and either side of Brock’s hot body.

His hands came around her ribcage and helped support her. “Yes, Sarah. Ride me. Ride me hard. Make me come.”

Sarah wasn’t sure if it was this position or the sensitive state she in, probably both, but her orgasm loomed just out of reach. She moved up and down on his solid cock like a machine, and he thrust up into her the same way. His grunts told her he was close.

“Come, Brock. Come with me. Fuck me harder and come with me.” Sarah was beyond the point of no return, as the climax shattered her from the inside out. She cried out Brock’s name, and he yelled out hers. She felt his cock pumping and herself contracting. She fell back on top of him, and she couldn’t move a muscle.

Her mind kept telling her to, but she simply couldn’t. Her body wouldn’t comply. Suddenly, she was exhausted. So exhausted. She could sleep for a week. She could sleep forever. God, she hoped she’d wake up. Brock lifted her off him and laid her beside him. Sarah knew it was happening, and the covers came up and tucked under her chin.

The room was cold; Brock had gone somewhere. He’d left her. She wasn’t enough. Her mind spiralled into despair. But then he was back again, helping her sit up, talking softly, saying he wouldn’t leave, that she was safe. Something nudged against her lips. The warmth was nice, the sweet smell drifted into her nostrils. Chocolate.

“Sip, Sarah. It’s hot chocolate. You need to drink it before you sleep. Please.”

His voice soothed her mind, and she drank down a few mouthfuls. Delicious, sweet and rich. It hit her belly and warmed her through. Sarah couldn’t control her shivering again. What was wrong with her?

“Drink, Sarah. Drink it all, and I’ll lay with you while you sleep. As long as it takes.”

Sarah swallowed the rest of the warm drink and licked her lips. Brock guided her to lie down on her side, and he slid in behind her, under the covers, spooning her close and kissing her shoulder.

“Make sure I wake up.” What was she saying? That didn’t even make sense, but she heard the words from her own mouth. Somehow in her head she was worried if he didn’t wake her, she’d sleep forever.

“You’ll wake up. I promise. I’ll be right here—for as long as you need.”

Sarah didn’t understand this weirdness. This funk she was in had to stop. She needed to control it. She couldn’t go into a courtroom like this. What if she never went back to normal?

“Is this my normal now? Will I be the same again?”

Brock held her tight. “Sleep. I promise we’ll talk when you wake up. You need to rest now.”

“I do. I’m so sleepy. Don’t leave me alone.”

“I won’t.”