“Fuck.” Dix's body jerked one last time. “That’s the fastest I’ve come since I was fifteen.”
They stayed in that odd position for a few more seconds, his chest squeezing into her back, her chest and stomach pressed onto the hard glass.
His thumb caressed the side of her breast. “Why do you feel different than any oth—”
He’d stopped himself from finishing another sentence.
Why? What happened to sweet, charming Dix? He seemed so guarded now.
He lifted himself and pulled out of her. She wondered if they would have a real talk now.
“Do you have a shower?” he asked.
“Sure.” She nodded to the back of the living area. “Right through my bedroom.”
Instead of going alone, he grabbed the chain of her handcuffs and pulled her along.
Once the cuffs were off and they were in the shower, Dix watched Tessa intently as she soaped herself.
She couldn’t understand why he was acting so serious. Was he still considering breaking up with her? If so, this was an odd way to go about it.
“Soap me up,” he said when she’d finished with herself.
That was certainly no chore. She drizzled her body wash onto his chest and smoothed it over his gorgeous pecs.
As she pushed her thumbs across his nipples, she gazed up into his eyes.
For a brief second, she saw the signature Dix sparkle, but he blinked it away. His expression had softened a bit, though. His lips parted and she was sure he wanted to kiss her, but he didn’t.
She continued down his body, grasping his cock in her soapy hands and “washing” it until it was fully erect.
By the time she’d rinsed the soap off and looked up into Dix’s face, he’d put up his defensive shield again.
What was going on?
“On your knees,” Dix said.
Tessa was surprised but aroused by the command.
She lowered herself to the porcelain. Was he trying to remind her of that hot time they shared in the bathroom at the ranch?
He pushed his cock toward her lips. “Who’s your master?” he asked.
“You’re my only master,” she answered, turned on by her own words.
“Show me.”
Tessa reached out and pulled his cock into her mouth. Warm shower water hit the top of her head. The weight of it turned her hair into a long wet curtain. She and Dix’s cock now had their own private hideaway.
She gave the tip a little suck, circling her tongue around the indention between tip and shaft.
Dix groaned and thrust his hips forward, launching his cock farther into her mouth.
She pulled back and continued to tease him with her tongue.
“You’re a cruel little bitch.” Dix wound his fingers through her hair.
Normally, everything that came from Dix’s mouth sounded like a joke, but there was a ring of truth in his voice. Was he referring to something other than what they were doing?
Holding her by the hair, Dix pushed his cock over her tongue until it hit the back of her throat.
Tessa grabbed the side of the tub to keep from falling. The thrill of having Dix this close, Dix inside her, overrode all other thoughts. Her pussy was already crying out for more action.
She tried to tongue the underside of his shaft as he pummeled her mouth. Releasing the side of the tub, she steadied herself with one palm on the wall and took Dix’s warm wet balls in her hand.
He groaned and thrust harder. She lost her balance as he pulled back and she fell to one side.
Dix caught her before she hit tile.
“Let’s get you out of here before I kill you,” he said.
Once she was lying down, her head wrapped in a towel, Dix stood naked at the foot of the bed.
He was exactly as she remembered. Tall and lean enough that she could see every muscle flex and relax when he moved. Her fingers ached to trace the waves rippling down his stomach.
His long legs knelt on either side of her hips, straddling her.
Hot anticipation scorched her chest and burned through her torso.
“It’s not the hair,” he said, as if to himself.
“What?”
“The first week you were in the office. I convinced myself it was just your hair that was turning me on. I always had the urge to reach out and run my hand down it or lean in and get a whiff of it.”
“Really?” she replied. “I didn’t notice.”
“I tried to resist. Seemed like a weird fetish.”
Tessa laughed at what had to be a joke, considering their other kinks. “And now?”
“Now it’s wrapped up in that towel and you’re even more beautiful than you were before.”
Tessa’s heart went to mush. God, she loved this man.
Still, he was so serious. It scared her to see him that way for so long.
Even the obvious joke about the “weird fetish” hadn’t brought a smile to his face. Had something bad happened back home?
Should she ask about Mason?
No, Dix wouldn’t have used his brother’s name as a safe word if anything had happened to him.
Dix sat down on the bed next to her. She looked into his face and knew he wanted to kiss her. Instead, he watched, as if waiting for her to say something.
Finally, he glanced down and her breasts seem to capture his attention. He leaned in, running his tongue down her chest and up one mound.
His lips took possession of a nipple and pulled hard, causing a zing to shoot south and land in a particular spot between her thighs.
He ran his tongue around the nipple, then sucked on it fervently. The aching pull of his lips raced down her body to taunt her needy clit.
If only Dix would ease into her. Take her. Fuck her. But he didn’t.
Moving to lie on one side next to her, he slipped a finger down over her pelvis and into her slit.
That was certainly nice, too.
His clever digit swirled a little dance around and over her clit, and the tiny shocks he brought on were heavenly. Her eyes fell closed.
Sucking at her other breast, he increased the pressure on her clit.
Sensation rolled through in waves. She was so close…
“Tessa, has there been anyone else, like this, since me?”
She was shocked out of her relaxed mood. She opened her eyes and met his gaze.
“No. I haven’t been with anyone.” How could she notice any other man after Dix?
He was obviously relieved, but not completely satisfied with the answer.
“So you’re just dating him?”
“Who?”
His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened. Dix's hand moved away from her needy crotch.
Why was he angry?
“I want the truth, Tessa. What does he mean to you?
“Who are you talking about?”
His lips pressed together and his eyes left hers. He was disappointed, maybe disgusted, with her. What was going on?
She opened her mouth to speak, but he grabbed her and rolled her over face down.
Stunned, she lay there for several seconds before she pushed herself up and turned her head to see what he was doing.
She managed a glance of his angry face, before he grasped her wrists and pulled them back. Her head fell facedown onto the pillow. Next thing she knew, her wrists were cuffed behind her.
He grabbed her hips and moved the bottom half of her body off the side of the bed.
She ended up with her face and torso on the mattress, her knees on the thin wood frame that surrounded the bed.
“Dix, this is really uncomfort—”
Smack!
A delicious sting spread over her backside. Her insides surged and she creamed her pussy.
Smack!
The second slap was harder. She let out a high-pitched yelp.
“Tell me, Tessa.”
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”
Smack! Smack!
What
a miserable, fabulous sensation. Her skin stung. Her pussy ached for Dix’s cock.
“What’s his name?”
“What’s whose name?” She replied, the annoyance apparent in her voice.
“Damn you!” Dix said angrily. “I cared about you. All I want is the truth so I know if we have—”
He interrupted himself with another smack to her ass.
She flinched. This was starting to be too much.
She remembered she had a safe word, but hell if she was going to cry out his brother’s name while they were naked in her bedroom.
Something glided into her slit from behind—Dix’s finger.
“Oh-oh-oh…” She shuddered with delight.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Dix said.
“Yes!”
“Then let’s talk about him, so I’ll know if you still want to be with me.”
“Dammit, Dix! Talk about who?”
Smack!
Ouch! She’d thought that part was over.
Then he slid his finger forward and back through her slit.
Fuck, that felt good! Apparently Dix’s hands were playing good cop-bad cop.
Swirl, swirl… Smack! Smack!
That was it. The stinging sensation had turned to a crawling burn on her skin. She couldn’t stand anymore. And the aching in her pussy was unbearable.
“Dix, I need you inside me.”
He produced the key, and the handcuffs fell from her wrists. His chest was against her back, his arm threaded between her torso and the bed.
“Oh, Tessa,” his hot breath murmured into her ear. A shiver of desire jittered down her spine.
She felt the tip of his cock press against her pussy entrance. She wished she wasn’t still on her knees on the hard sideboard, but then decided she didn’t care. Having Dix inside her was worth any other discomfort.
He lingered an excruciatingly long time between her thighs without moving.
“Tessa, you’d tell me if I needed a condom, right?” He asked it as if the question meant more to him than just a practical consideration.
“I haven’t been with anyone else.”
He groaned as his cock thrust inside her all at once.
She cried out.
“Are you okay?” he asked. His cock retreated until just the tip was inside her.
“Yes…more…” She wiggled her hips, trying to incite action.
His hands skimmed her torso and landed at her breasts, kneading them as he took her earlobe between his teeth.
He plunged into her again and, this time, her whole body began to collapse, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Dix pulled out. In one fluid movement, he grabbed her off the side board and laid her gently on her back in bed.
He sat next to her and noticed the deep imprints made by the edges of the narrow boards she’d been kneeling on.
He pulled her left leg up and over into his lap. After he leaned down and kissed the top of her knee, he lifted her leg into the air. When his tongue made contact with the crease behind her knee, she shivered. She’d never known that was an erogenous zone before.
He moved to kneel on the bed between her legs. Her pussy was open to him. The muscles in her pelvis all squeezed involuntarily, hoping for more attention.
He pushed her thighs farther apart. When he kissed and sucked at the back of her second knee, the thrill shot directly to a nerve in her clit.
Dix looked into her face and it was there. The hot, naughty boy expression. The mischievous sparkly eyes and the smug grin.
This was his domain. He knew he was the master of her body. He knew how to make her feel whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted her to feel it—anticipation, fear, pleasure, pain, desperation…
She didn’t mind that he’d been with lots of women in the past, since the result was a confidence that was incredibly hot in the bedroom.
Tessa realized her bikini area wasn’t waxed bare the way Dix liked it. The only reason she’d waxed at all was because she was allowed to use the indoor pool at the facility where she worked. When Dix leaned in, his nose caressed the short hairs she’d left around her pussy.
The nuzzling was oddly intimate and her chest filled with mush again.
He glanced up at her. “Tickles,” he said with a charming smile.
She giggled.
Dix came down on her, his mouth on her pussy lips, his tongue lapping at her clit. He sucked, then he pulled his head back tugging her clit. She gasped, startled by the harsh treatment, yet wanting more.
Again and again he repeated the same movements, as if she were being devoured by a hungry animal.
Hot twinges hit her each time he made contact, then again whenever he sucked.
God, she loved wild Dix.
He reached under her and pulled her hips up, holding them high with his palms.
Latching his lips onto to her clit, he pulled, sucking the life out of her.
There was a split second of pleasure-pain, then a bolt shot through her and she jerked into all-out orgasm.
The spasms continued longer than she thought possible until every muscle in her body finally went limp.
Dix moved up, settling his hard cock against the crease between her thigh and pelvis.
“Gee, what happened there?” he asked innocently.
She gave a little smirk. “It was almost death by orgasm. You should be more careful.”
“It’s worth the risk to hear those sounds you made.”
“What sounds?”
He chuckled. “I hope this apartment has thick walls.”
Propped on his elbows, he ran his fingers over her temples. The tips rested in her hair, his thumbs on her cheeks.
“I missed you like I’ve never missed anyone in my life,” he said.
She opened her mouth to reply, but he kissed her. He pressed his tongue into her and she tasted herself in him. The physical and emotional intimacy of the moment came together, overwhelming her.
She’d never felt this way about a man—in her mind, in her chest, in her erogenous zones.
He broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes.
She wondered how cool blue eyes could melt her body and soul so thoroughly.
“You’ve had your orgasm. Anything else I can do for you?”
His eyes sparkled, but there was something sincere in his expression.
He wanted her to ask for it. Maybe he needed to know he hadn’t come in and overwhelmed her with his hotness. Maybe he needed to know that even after he’d satisfied the hell out of her, she still wanted him.
“I was hoping you’d make love to me. Or fuck me. Or, just take me.”
“Take you?” He smiled. “If I take you, I might keep you,” he warned.
“You’re my only master,” she said in the sultriest voice she could conjure.
When his breathing accelerated, she knew that had been exactly the right thing to say.
“Then wrap your legs around me and I’ll give you the best reward a slave girl can get.”
She squeezed his hips with her thighs and hooked her ankles together behind his ass.
“You are so cock-eee…”
He’d plunged into her on the last word, turning her voice to a squeal on the final syllable.
He grasped her face firmly in both hands and tilted it. His lips came down hard upon hers.
He thrust his cock farther into her, sparking nerves that hadn’t been affected in the first round. His tongue pressed in, forcing hers down, showing her who was boss.
He was taking her, like she’d wanted.
His movements quickened, his cock thrusting into her faster, his tongue matching the speed.
She was being ravaged, suffocated, burned alive from the heat of his body. And she didn’t mind as long as he didn’t stop touching her.
His lips finally left hers. Panting with exertion, he found her hands and threaded his fingers through hers. His palms against her palms, he pressed the backs of her hands into the mattress.
Their fingers intertwined. So intimate.
She inhaled and her lungs shook with emotion…arousal…unimaginable pleasure…
He began thrusting into her so fast, she couldn’t match his movements. He squeezed her fingers so tightly, she nearly cried out.
He rocketed into her. Jolt after jolt of hardcore pleasure screamed through her.
Suddenly, her muscles tightened, then she was coming again, her body convulsing under his.
As soon as her pussy contracted on his cock, he was lost, too. He let out a ragged moan and shuddered, pumping into her a few more times to milk the final fabulous sensations from their bodies.
He collapsed, breathing roughly into her ear.
“I hope you wanted me back,” he finally panted. “Otherwise, you’re gonna have a rough time convincing me we’re not made for each other.”
She was unable to answer, since she couldn’t get enough air with his body weight on hers. But she didn’t want him to go, so she squeezed his fingers tightly.
Chapter Nine
The stables were as gorgeous on the inside as on the out. Fancy archways curved high above my head, and the doors to each stall were attached with hinges to posts carved in ornate detail.
I’d braced myself for the pungent odor of horses and horse shit, but was surprised when fresh hay was the predominant smell. Leave it to Mason to all but deodorize a horse barn.
Mason carried a brand new gym bag that he hadn’t bothered to explain. I carried nothing.
Earlier, he'd given me a few minutes in the shower. When I stepped out, he handed me a men’s robe and a pair of his cowboy boots, which were now causing me to shuffle to keep them from falling off my feet.
He led me to the back to a large, square stall that was more like a sparse storeroom.
A high square table sat in a corner to my right, a rectangular table in the middle, both made of wood. The lack of chairs for it convinced me it was being warehoused, or maybe recently refurbished, in this room. A faint smell of varnish hung in the air.
Miscellaneous items—mostly made from leather—hung from hooks on the walls.
Two sawhorses took up the corners at one end, each holding a beautifully shined saddle—one brown, one black.
Mason set his bag on the corner table. Eying it, I wondered if whatever was in there would give me satisfaction or pain, or both.
He moved the sawhorses diagonal to two corners of the rectangular table.
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