INDISPENSABLE: Part 2 (5 page)

Brock was about to explode in pent up energy. He wanted nothing more than to truss her, spank her, open her wide to him, and own her body. This situation, where he was not the aggressor, left him feeling vulnerable. Her touch was beautiful to him. But he didn’t deserve such things. He didn’t deserve to be made love to.

What he’d done in his lifetime, the way he got off, it wasn’t for the likes of Sarah Beaumont and her dreams of true love and soul-meshing. But he owed her this much. He owed her the chance to see that her way was a good way—for her. For Brock, it could never be rainbows and glitter. He spray painted everything black and tarnished the ideals of love and romance.

Here she was before him, giving her body to him, trusting him to be everything she needed him to be. Her hard nipples, as responsive as ever, beckoned to him. He wanted them clamped with gems and adorned in heavy gold chain.

“Wash me.”

Somehow Brock shook all thoughts of domination from his mind and pumped liquid soap onto the palm of his hand. He soaped up his other hand as well and placed them on her smooth skin. She shuddered under his touch, and her begging eyes closed as he cupped her breasts and caressed the soap over and around them. Perfect globes, just over a handful.

He skirted either side of her, down her rib cage to the sensuous flare of her hips and the smoothness of her thighs. Then, he slid his hands back up the inside, gliding either side of her pussy to touch her belly softly and back up to those delectable nipples.

“You’re beautiful, Sarah.”

“Thank you.” She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I feel beautiful with you.”

“I want that. I want to make you feel good. To make love to you in the way you deserve. I wish I could give you a lifetime of that.”

“Shhhh. Don’t talk. Just touch me.”

Brock continued his journey with soapy hands until he’d covered her whole body. He pulled her forward to rinse off the suds while she pressed against him. Her body, soft and yielding. Brock’s mind was going crazy with wanting to take her hard and long. Inside he swelled with feelings, emotions. The things that sought to destroy him.

Her body like velvet beneath his fingers was all he could feel, her soft moans becoming all he could hear. How could he get through this? He thought it would be okay and that he could handle it. But he liked Sarah, he truly did. He knew he should leave her alone, but he simply couldn’t.

She was like a drug to him. Drugs could kill people. His grip tightened around her. He leaned in to bite the flesh on the side of her neck. He pushed her back hard to the glass and growled as the dominant side he used to survive his feelings took over.

Gathering both wrists in his ample hand, he pulled her arms up over her head and punished her mouth with his lips and tongue. Nipping with his teeth, his knee bent between her legs, he worked his thigh muscle against her wanton, wet pussy.

He used his teeth on her neck, down to her heavy breasts and peaked nipples. He pulled at them using his edge of his teeth. Drawing her nipple out, stretching it, until his mouth and teeth slid off the nipple completely. Then, he’d start on the next.

His thigh rubbed up hard between her thighs, and Sarah started to ride his leg. She rubbed and massaged that sweet, moist pussy up and down his thigh. He hoisted one of her legs up over his hip and measured the head of his cock at her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you. Right now. Hard, so hard.”

Sarah moaned, as he let her wrists go, only to focus on twisting a nipple hard with one hand, while he flicked the head of his cock at her entrance, and his finger rubbed her swollen clit hard. If only he had some rope in here.

“Brock! Greenhouse.”

Brock snapped back to reality and let her free. The water stopped. The tank must be empty, they’d been too long. “I’m sorry. I…I lost control.”

“It’s okay. Thank you for honoring my safe word. Come on, we’ll dry each other off.”

“Sarah, you’re driving me insane. I just want to take you and…”

“We have an agreement. You signed it.”

“I know.”

“I realize feelings are tough for you, Brock. Do you want to talk about why?”

“No. It’s nothing really. Jilted lover, parents wouldn’t buy me a toy. The usual stuff.”

Brock noticed Sarah shivering, and he wrapped the fluffy white towel around her and started to dry her hair with another. “You’re cold.”

“I’m sure you can warm me up.”

“Let’s go to the bed. I’ll turn the electric blanket on and in five minutes you’ll be toasty.”

“We’ll be toasty.”

“Sarah, I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“What isn’t a good idea?”

“This agreement.”

Her eyes flashed back at him. “You signed it.”

“I wanted to try. I owe you that much.”

“Owe me? Seriously? I’m an obligation to you?”

“No.” He continued to dry her hair, and she snatched the towel from his hands. He dried himself off with his towel.

“I signed yours. I was shit-scared. What you did to me. You made it so I couldn’t say my safe word.”

“I pushed you too far, I know. It’s unforgiveable.”

“Almost too far.
Almost
.” She raised her voice just enough for him to know he was screwed. “But I did forgive you. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Hell, I even started thinking you’d helped me cope with my attacks.”

She furiously dried herself, and Brock switched on the electric blanket to warm the bed. For a savvy businessman, he sure knew how to fuck things up when it came to personal relationships.

“Now you’re wimping out because you might ‘feel’ something. Big brave man is scared of a bit of touchy-feely. I’m not going to hurt you, Brock.”

“It’s not that. I don’t want to hurt you!”

“I’m a big girl. We have a twenty-four hour agreement, not a marriage. And you’re chickening out.”

“You can’t deny you want the marriage, and the true love crap. I cannot make that happen for you.”

Sarah threw her towel down and marched up to him in her naked splendour. It was like she’d forgotten she was naked. Her eyes flashed anger, and something else he wasn’t sure about. “You know what?”

“What?”

“You’re a fake. You say the way you like to have sex is all about trust. But you can’t trust anyone. You can’t even try to get out of your comfort zone. Hypocrite.” She poked her manicure finger into his chest.

“I’m not a fake. I’ve said right from the start that I couldn’t give any more.”

“Yet, you keep coming back to me. Making things better. Fixing my troubles. Protecting me. Taking care of me.”

“Damn it, Sarah! Can’t you see what you do to me? I can’t resist you, yet I can’t be what you want me to be.” He raked his hand through his hair in frustration.

“What you think I
want
you to be. It’s not fair. You think you have me all worked out, and yet you won’t even give my way a try. It’s not because you are worried about hurting me; you are worried about feeling your emotions and being hurt yourself. It’s selfish.”

Brock could think of nothing to say. She was right, of course. But he was no hypocrite. He would cross this bridge if it killed him. “Get into bed, Sarah.” He stared her down, and the desire burned and grew inside him.

“I’m calling the shots remember.”

“Fine. Let’s do this then. I’ll stand by the agreement. If I hurt, I hurt.”

“You must know I’ll be here for you. Trust me, Brock. I won’t ever throw this back in your face. If this is the end of anything personal between us, so be it.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Get into bed. I’m freezing.”

Brock threw back the covers slid into the bed. Sarah joined him and her body was truly icy. “Fuck! You’re freezing.”

Sarah giggled and pressed herself to him harder.

“Cut that out. You’re like an ice block.”

Sarah put her cold hands between his legs, and Brock jumped and cried out. Then he had to laugh at her laughter. “You’re killing me, woman.” She wrapped her legs around him then and hoisted herself on top of him. “You’re a witch.”

“You’re a cry baby.”

“Stop with all the fancy lawyer talk.”

Sarah laughed and stayed still to just cover his body with hers. Brock pulled the covers up over them, put his arms around her, and just held her. She stilled on top of him. Soon, the warmth spread throughout Brock, and he squeezed Sarah closer to him.

His heart swelled with emotion. How long had it been since he’d just hugged anyone? He tensed up.

“Relax, Brock. I’ve got this.” Her soft hands caressed his face.

Brock drew in a breath and exhaled. Whatever this meant, he was going there. He’d try his hardest to be present in this and emotionally available. He wasn’t even emotionally available to himself, how the hell would he be able to do it for Sarah? He had to try. Not just for her but for himself, as well.

“Sarah, I will try.”

“Thank you.”             

Sarah held him and stroked his face and shoulders. He’d relaxed, she felt that. He’d said he would try, and she really hoped he’d be able to open himself up a little more. She knew that she had problems with repressed feelings as much as the next person, but Brock’s seemed deeper.

There were times when Sarah had expressed her emotions freely and, yes, she’d been hurt. But life was like that. You got up and you went again. Brock needed to see that feeling something—and even being hurt—wasn’t the end of the world. Plus, one day you might meet the one that wouldn’t hurt you and would be there for you forever.

She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heart beating. The quickened rhythm pleased her. He was definitely feeling this. She moved to the side of him and onto the warmed bed. Her body was lovely and warm now, and she kept the covers pulled up to their chins.

Brock looked at her, and she gave a small smile and kissed down the outside of his arm. He reached over and stroked her hair from her face. Sarah moved lower, beneath the blanket, caressing and kissing his beautiful body. His skin almost buzzed against her lips. Some sort of friction was there, and the heat from him belied his arousal.

He moaned as she moved her mouth lower, and her hand gripped his erection, giving a few long, slow strokes. His cock was the most perfect she’d ever seen. A little thicker than usual but not compromising on length. Inside her, it had ruined her for other men, she was sure. If she didn’t find a way for them to meld their sexual worlds, she may never get to have sex again.

How could any man ever touch her as deeply as Brock had? He understood her on a level she wasn’t sure she understood herself. But then, wasn’t that exactly what she did for him. She knew his pain. He’d been hurt. He’d been hurt terribly. He needed to let it go a little and see not every personal relationship was out to hurt him.

Brock stroked her hair still and touched her cheek now and then. Sarah moved ever lower and kissed at the base of his cock, her hand cupping the underside. He shuddered and groaned.

“Sarah…don’t…”

“Shhhh.” She folded back the covers because it was like a furnace under there.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. I’d like to. If it’s too much, tell me to stop. I know this is a very intimate thing.” She kissed the very top. The smooth skin warm against her lips. She licked over it, and Brock shivered a little, but his body burned wherever they met.

“Sarah.” He sighed her name in a rough breath.

“Shhhh. Let me taste you, Brock. Just a little.”

She let her mouth cover the head of him then, and his hips thrust up ever so slightly, but she felt it. With her hand gripping the base of his cock and her mouth sliding up and down on the head, Sarah had never felt more powerful. She began to understand how someone could get hooked on that feeling.

Brock just took that a few steps further to protect himself from getting emotionally involved. It seemed sad to Sarah that he could never allow himself to be loved, or to love. Ultimately, it was his choice, but—just for now—it was her choice, and she intended to do everything she could to invoke an emotional response from him.

He’s stiffened his body a little, and his breathing was heavier. Sarah’s jaw ached a little, as she wasn’t an expert at this by any means. She stopped sucking and kissed the head of his cock, tracing her tongue around the very tip—the most sensitive part. She lapped up, like a bowl of ice cream, the small drop of moisture from his tip.

“Sarah…God. So fucking good.”

Sarah looked up at him and smiled, his eyes impossibly darker and shining with passion. She used her hand to stroke him long and hard. The moisture from her mouth, which was still on him, made it easy to get a firm, fast action going.

“I love your body. Your cock is perfect for me. Tastes perfect. I’d like you to come for me, Brock.”

His body tensed, and he frowned.

“Brock. I’ve come for you. So hard, so long. Remember me coming for you? Remember how I screamed?”

He grunted, and Sarah pumped his cock harder and faster, sensing he was on the edge of somewhere he hadn’t been in a long time. Every inch of muscle was rock hard. He was so close. Sarah showed no mercy, and she kept talking.

“You took me, Brock. You made me have the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I want you to come for me. Come on, baby. You can do it. Think of my tight pussy weeping for you right now, needing you to tie me up and fuck me the way you want to…the way you need to.”

Brock’s body vibrated, and his eyes were screwed shut. His fists gripped the sheets, and Sarah knew he was almost to that point of no return. But he hadn’t given into it yet. He was still fighting it, fighting her.

“Come for me. Let it go. Let me tastes your hot passion. Let me taste it as I swallow you down my throat,” she urged. She wasn’t going to let him off the hook—not now. A couple of tiny jerks by him, and she knew he was there. She could feel it.

“Stop. Stop. Please.”

His safe word. Sarah placed her mouth over his swollen cock head and sucked as hard as she could. Her hand still working him hard. Then, it happened. He exploded into her mouth, and she took all she could—the rest spilling a little. But he’d come. She pushed him beyond the brink and then brought him back.

He swore and groaned but was powerless to stop what his body had set into action. Sarah kissed all the way back up his shaking body, laying over the top of him again. She held him, snaking her hands under his spent body, and she kissed his lips. He was silent. But he held her tight and kissed her back.

She just turned, slid to the side, and encouraged him to turn on his side facing her, and she held him, kissing his face, holding him close, and murmuring to him how wonderful that was for her. “Thank you. That was beautiful. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to do that for anyone.”

Brock’s breathing had evened out slightly. “I said my safe word. You kept going.”

“Now you know how I felt when I couldn’t say mine, but then you shattered me with that orgasm.”

“Thank you. Thank you for taking the time.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes. So incredible. I’m not sure anyone has ever taken me there before.” He held her so tight to him. “I’m not sure you’ll ever get rid of me now. I’ll follow you around like a puppy.”

“I’m sure I’ll do something to piss you off soon enough, and you’ll be back to normal.”

Brock laughed, and Sarah joined in. That was phase one done. He’d come for her. It wasn’t quite the tender and emotional moment she was striving for, the one she knew Brock would still resist at all costs, but it was a huge start.

“But, you haven’t come.”

“Neither did you, with me.”

“That’s different. In that mode, it’s not about my orgasm; it’s about control.”

“Whatever. I can wait. Make next time even better.”

“Speaking of time. We’d better get ready. We must be close to landing. I’m hungry again.” Brock smiled, and it warmed her heart.

“Do I have a passport?”

“Yep.”

“How?”

“Billionaire, remember. Nothing is impossible if you throw enough money at it.” He kissed her forehead. “You’ll love Paris. But we’ll be eating at one of the most exclusive places, so we must go shopping for outfits.”

“Wait. Big, bad, in-control Brock
wants
to go shopping for women’s clothing…in Paris?”

“I’m a complex beast.”

Sarah laughed. “You just want to approve of my choice so I don’t embarrass you.”

“Not at all. I’m sure your ripped, skinny jeans and faded t-shirts will go down a treat in Paris.”

“They totally would. But I’ll appease you. Besides, I’m dying to spend some of my new salary.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’ll be paying.” He jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.”

“What? No way. I’m not some pauper you have to makeover.”

“Pretty Woman,” he called back.

“Pardon?”

“The movie with Richard Gere and Julia Roberts. We could be like that.”

“Except she was a prostitute and I’m a lawyer.
Your
lawyer.” Sarah clambered off the bed and hunted in her bag for clothes that might be okay for shopping in Paris. This shouldn’t have excited her so much, but what woman wouldn’t be stoked about Paris? It played into her romantic plans perfectly.

Okay…so, lacy lingerie, skimpy knickers, silk bras. She dug a little deeper. Camisoles. Bikinis. Her satin robe. Garter belt, suspenders, and lace topped stockings…she’d bought them for a fancy dress party for God’s sake. There wasn’t one item of clothing in here.

“I’m going to kill that woman.”

“What woman?” Brock strode out into the bedroom area and pulled open a draw to get underwear and put on.

Sarah had to admire his gorgeous body as he did so. Then she remembered her dilemma. “Damn Bella, she’s packed me nothing but lingerie and underwear!”

Brock laughed so loud. “I like her more and more.”

“You won’t be laughing when I’m strolling along the exclusive stores wearing my undies.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He walked over and put his arms around her. “There might be worse things.”

“Very funny. But seriously, what do I do?”

“You’ll have to wear what you had on when I came to get you.”

“Can you suffer me in my old favorites?”

“As long as it takes me to get you to store and gets you looking delightfully feminine.”

“I’m not sure I’m a fan of you dressing me.”

“Funny, you seem to be a fan of me undressing you.”

“You’re a regular comedian, aren’t you?”

“Oh, come on. Shopping with you has to hit high on the romance meter. You wanted romantic. I’m just doing as I’m told.”

Sarah scoffed in a light-hearted manner. “You? Doing as you’re told. I know there’ll be a catch.”

“A catch you’ll enjoy. I survived the first part of operation romance. I think it will be fun for the rest of the twenty-four hours to do it your way.”

“I still smell a catch.”

“Let’s just say that when your twenty-four hours is up, I may have a new agreement ready.”

Sarah smiled. “I knew it. But it does sound intriguing.”

“See? I’m getting the hang of this romance stuff. Now I’m being intriguing.”

“We do need to go home some time. There’s still work to be done.”

“Now who’s not being romantic?” He walked away to grab jeans and t-shirt and got dressed.

Sarah pulled on her clothes, too. “Point taken. Just remember, this is my time, so don’t you go trying to manipulate it.”

“Never dream of it, my love.”

Sarah liked him calling her that but she had to remember that this wasn’t real, and this wasn’t to make anyone fall in love. This was two friends helping each other through some tough shit and having some fun along the way.

It had nothing at all to do with falling in love.