God, his sexy talk was making her hot all over again. “Yeah, and?” She sounded breathless. Oh, God. Derrick was going to take her in every way. She knew it. To her shock, she wanted it. The love talk she couldn’t handle, but she understood fucking. Basic human needs.
And after tonight’s emotional upheaval passed, they’d be over anyway. He wouldn’t be able to handle it when she cut him loose. They never did. She blinked to still the annoying tears threatening to spill, grateful she faced away from him while he finished tying her up.
“You know what’s coming. I love you, Sydney Fields.” He gripped her hair and forced her to turn her head to face him. He just stared at her, then nodded. “Yeah, you need this, baby. You need me.”
“You and your ego,” she huffed.
He chuckled. “I think that’s your ego you’re talking about. You get off knowing men want you. But that’s okay, Syd. I like a woman who values herself. You’re beautiful, successful, smart. But rock-stupid when it comes to me.”
“Hey.”
“That’s okay. You just need someone to teach you how to behave.” To her shock, he smacked her ass. “Oh, that’s pretty.”
“Derrick,” she said, strangled on her outrage. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Just getting you warmed up. You’re a bad girl, Syd.”
The asshole! She struggled in the silken ropes around her wrists. “Don’t you even think—”
He shoved the tip of his finger between her ass cheeks, and she froze.
“Now be a good girl and keep quiet, or I’ll have to spank you again. And who knows? I might accidentally slip and slide my finger up that fine ass of yours before you’re good and ready for me. Now, are you with me, my pretty little French maid?”
She nodded violently but didn’t do more than glare at him when he removed his finger. She tried to hold onto her mad, but Christ, he was so sexy. His natural dominance fit him much better than that costume he wore.
“Now take this. You need it.” He smacked her ass a few more times, but to her shock, the sting warmed, especially when he stopped and rubbed it away. “Now discipline’s not really my thing. More Dylan’s specialty. But we are twins, and we share a lot. But not you, Sydney. You, beautiful, are all mine.”
She could feel his focus, the pure masculine intent centered on her. He confused her, made her feel cherished yet…scared. “Derrick, what do you want from me?”
“You mean, after I come in your ass?”
She squirmed in the restraints, more than turned on by her helplessness. “Derrick…”
“Sydney, I love you.” He studied her each time he said it, as if trying to torture her with his words. “And I’m going to prove it to you. You need a man strong enough to handle your temper, as well as that finer than fine body. That fuckhead Brian wasn’t the man for you, baby. I am.”
She didn’t mind being tied up, but Derrick was taking things too far with this love nonsense. “Derrick, Brian isn’t my date. He’s a client. Nothing more. Not that it’s your business. You and I are friends who fuck. No need to pretty it up with fancy words and romance.” Her words hung between them. Now the only question remained. Would he fuck her, then leave? Or just leave?
She turned her face forward into the pillow, giving herself enough room to breathe while unable to see the rejection coming her way.
He paused, then continued to caress her ass. “Not my business? You wish, baby. Everything about you is my business.” He stepped away and returned moments later. He touched her ass again, but this time he pried her cheeks wide.
“Derrick?” She refused to turn her head. And then she felt it, the slow intrusion of something cold, slick andthere, sitting at her anus.
“Now, baby, it’s time to show you how much I love you.”
Chapter Nine
“Easy.” Derrick pushed the slender plug in slowly, letting her grow accustomed to its fit. He continued to talk to her, asking her how she felt as he inched it in further.
“It’s too big,” she complained and squirmed, which only seated the plug deeper. “How the hell is you ass-fucking me showing me you love me? This isn’t a porn movie.”
He chuckled. Sex with Sydney was never boring. It was always fun, and it just kept getting better. “Quit making me laugh. And don’t move. If you think this is too big, wait until I’m inside you.”
“Asshole.”
Yet she didn’t beg him to remove the plug or stop. She wanted this, wanted him. He just had to figure out a way past her defenses. This wasn’t a bad way to start.
Sydney needed to feel important, the center of his world. And she’d only ever responded to him wholeheartedly with sex. Their nonsexual time together had been fun, exciting even. But she’d always held a part of herself back. He’d felt it, and he didn’t like it.
