by Mandy Rosko
A little over the top, but having him leave her like this definitely wouldn't make her day.
Dex smiled. "Do you want pleasure, little doe?"
He cupped her breast, kneading it in his palm, and just like that he was inside her head. He was touching her breast, and nothing else, but those invisible hands were back, lifting what remained of her dress, sensuously stroking her thighs, rubbing her through her panties, pushing them out of the way, touching her wet folds and petting her curls.
They stopped.
"I asked you a question," Dex said.
"Yes, yes I want pleasure!" She reached out to grab his hands and put them where she needed them, but he pulled back.
"Calm yourself, doe. I won't touch you if you aren't calm."
Jesus Christ, she was going to smack him. Her anger quickly left her, however, as her body put more focus on the unbearable ache she felt, the toe curling need to be brought to orgasm.
Melody forced her hands down to her sides, doing her best to not even allow the flesh of her arms to rub against her flesh, as that alone was shiver inducing at the moment.
Melody did something she never before in her life did. She begged for sex. "I'm sorry, Master. Please touch me." She stood as straight as she could when she said it, putting her shoulders back and thrusting out her awaiting breasts for his mouth.
She was sure none of her clients ever played games like this.
Dex took the hint and wrapped his mouth around the budding nipple, gently biting down with his teeth. Melody made no noise save for the breathy exhales she couldn't help, and that was enough of a challenge.
Luckily he didn't seem to be paying much mind to that part of this game anymore.
"What do you have in your panty drawer?"
She blinked and looked down. "What?"
His hands were on her hips, her nipple, still puckered and wet from his saliva, so close to his mouth. "Your underwear drawer. You wear no bras, I'm curious about the panties you wear."
She blushed as he slid his hands under her dress, lifting it up and around her hips so that it was now entirely bunched up against her middle.
His touch, God his touch was so good.
He was on his knees now, not altogether realistic to their game if he was still acting as the handler, but she wouldn't complain. He was so close to her vagina now, his eyes studying the white cotton thong she wore.
Melody blushed harder as it dawned on her that he was likely staring right at the wet patch that was there, right above her slit.
"Plain Jane, you are," he said.
"I don't—" anything she was about to say was cut off as he put his mouth over her, pressing a kiss to her panties, her wet, soaking...
"Ugh!" She nearly fell backwards, but Dex grabbed her by the waist and held on until she stood steady.
"Do you want me to do that again?"
"Yes!" she yelled.
"Good," Dex's tongue darted out, and he licked a trail up her panties.
They were definitely going to have to come off.
"Get out of that dress and go get changed."
No, no, he was not serious. "What?"
His hands were still on the flesh of her waist from where he'd steadied her, and he was working more of that magic that was driving her insane. Something entered her, something big, hard, and wonderful. It pumped back and forth in lazy motions.
Melody's mouth fell open in helpless pants, her feet spreading even though there really was nothing between her legs.
"I know you don't keep much in your drawers," he said, looking down once more at her soaked cotton panties. She wondered if he could see straight through them. "But you are a handler. You must have something nice to wear for me somewhere in this house."
All she could focus on was his face, but she could still hear his words. He was going to stop doing what he was doing to her if she didn't obey, but she still had to ask.
"You want me to get changed now?" She said the last part on a moan as the little nub inside her was nudged. It swelled and made her body hum in appreciation, and her brain melted into a puddle of thoughtless slop.
Back to the matter at hand, get back to the matter at hand.
Sure she kept some sexy teddies in the house, lube, belts, that kind of thing, but those were for the doe she brought in. Real doe.
The internal thrusting stopped, and Dex stared up at her. "Of course. I'm paying for a high class doe, I want her dressed for the part."
Screw it. She'd run down to storage naked if it meant pulling out something skimpy and lacy to wear. Just so long as he didn't stop.
"Of course, Master. I'll wear whatever you want. Just...please."
"Of course," Dex put his hands back on her waist, and the inward glide started up again.
Melody threw her head back and released a breathy moan, her fingernails digging into Dex's shoulders as she held on. He rose up to stand in front of her, never allowing his hands to leave her.
It was confusing to her senses. She knew he was in front of her, holding onto her waist, barely touching her, yet when she closed her eyes, her back was pressed into the mattress, held down by the weight of his muscled body, his hips pistoning as his cock pushed in and out of her. She could feel the sheets against her naked back, the push and pull sensation of his cock ramming inside her pussy.
She was going to come. The pleasure built and built and it was right there upon her and—
Dex stepped back. Way back. He moved away at least three feet.
"Alright then, go find something proper to wear and come back."
Melody blinked stupidly at him. Her orgasm was right there, just beneath the surface of every cell of skin on her body, waiting to break free. It was so close she trembled with it. She would come right now if she took a step to do as he asked.
Instead she nearly cried. "No, no. You have to—I need to—"
"You need to get out of that dress and into something suitable for a doe before I punish you further by denying you sex for the rest of the day."
Dex pointed towards the door. "Go."
She went all right. Melody flew at him, her claws bared as she attempted to scratch his eyes out for what he was doing to her.
Dex caught her in one swift motion, twisted her around, and pinned her down on the bed. He kept her wrists locked in his grip, and with his weight on her back, keeping her from struggling, she couldn't hurt herself or him in this position.
Strangely, this excited her further, and her frustration mounted. "I'm your handler. You do as I say. Fuck me!" she screamed. "Please!" she cried out.
It didn't occur to her to keep her wailing down, that Leah might hear. No, she was still downstairs helping the two male stag. Those areas were sound proof, for obvious reasons. Even then, should Leah be on the main floor, who was to say she wouldn't hear her boss shouting at a stag to fuck her, and not think anything of it?
No, Dex was perfectly safe to do as he pleased with her, and he knew it.
His voice was in her ear, the warm breath both calming and enticing at the same time simply because it was his voice and his breath that was so close.
"Torture, isn't it?"
Her heart stopped. "What? What do you mean?"
Dex loosened his grip on her. Barely. "What you feel now is what every stag in the world feels almost every hour of every day. When you punish a stag by denying him his toys, or a client to have sex with, this is how they feel."
"I never did that to you!" Melody said.
"No?"
Dex flipped her over, his eyes were that angry shade of blue again. "I didn't like your mother. You knew that, but it wasn't because I was defective or a moody stag who was too smart for his own good. I hated her because she never let me fuck her, and I hated you because you were always ordering me into your room, trying to get me to have sex with you, a minor. One woman who wouldn't let me give it to her and another, a girl, I was in constant fear of being cornered and having to say no to."
"What are
you talking about?" Melody demanded, all traces of excitement and pleasure leaving her. It was like someone had opened a window and the cold breeze just blew it all away. "I heard you having sex with her almost every night!"
"She let me touch her, like this,"
A quick, jolting throb passed through her pussy as he put his hand down on her collar bone. "I had to do that to her, and watch her writhe and moan, all the while knowing she was going to throw me out when she was done, not giving me what I wanted, just to have to deal with you."
Melody hadn't known that. "She wouldn't—why wouldn't she have sex with you?"
Dex made a sort of grunting noise. "I guess she thought she was doing me a favor. I may have been of age in stag years, but she was thinking of me in human years, and I guess it bothered her too much."
"But you said she had you touch her. The way you do, I mean," she said, not knowing why she was getting flustered because he obviously knew what she meant.
"I don't pretend to understand how your mother thinks. Maybe she saw it as just some kind of technicality. I neither know, nor do I care, and it no longer matters anyway."
His hand reached up and traced the delicate shell of her ear, trailing down her jaw, her neck, until his fingertips made it to her chest and began ghosting along her nipples, making her shiver.
Melody had read somewhere that the nipples were the only part of the human body with nerves that led directly to her sex. She didn't know if that was true or not, but it damn sure felt it about now.
"Do you still want to know what they did to me when I was sold back to the labs?"
She winced. Part of her wanting to say no and run away from all the horrible details. But she owed him this. It wasn't like she hadn't asked him either.
"What happened?"
He brought his hand down to touch the patch of curls between her legs. She jolted as his fingers slipped inside and hooked, finding the swollen nub deep within her.
She moaned.
It wasn't enough for him. Eyes on his work, he combined his physical touch with that mind thing he did through his hands and Melody soared.
Her hands shot out and gripped his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. More skin, no thoughts, just the sensation of his fingers moving within the folds of her vagina while his palm rubbed her outside. With his touch, she also felt, even though she knew they weren't there, more hands on her breasts, tongues and teeth licking, circling, and biting her nipples, invading her mouth.
She moaned. Too much. It was too much. She was going to come.
Dex pulled his hand away abruptly, shocking her with the sudden removal of all those pleasurable hands, fingers, and tongues.
"No! Please!" Melody shot her hand down to finish the job. So close! So close!
Dex grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her hands above her head, holding them in place. He even put his legs between hers in such a way that she was forced to keep them spread open for him, instead of being able to cause friction against him or even with her legs themselves.
All that without touching her where she needed it the most. "Dex, please!"
His face was suddenly up close to hers, his eyes in that unforgivable, stoney place they had been before. "No," he said.
Tears filled her eyes and, God help her, Melody couldn't be strong and hold them back like she wanted. They spilled freely down her face, and her shame at her own needs mixed in with the humiliation of her position, along with the heartbreak of being told no when she needed him to say yes spilled all around her until she swam in loathing for the stag above her.
"I hate you!" she screamed. Melody threw all her strength in trying to buck him off, but he was too strong.
"Good! Because I hated you when they denied me sex. I wasn't so much as allowed access to a doe while they evaluated whether or not I would be safe to be sold again. They talked about putting me down, and I wanted them to just to make it end."
He was going to do this to her all night, she realized with a horrified jerk. This was her true punishment. He would bring her to the brink, again and again, but always denying her the release she craved, knowing her need was growing worse, more agonizing and desperate, each time he did so.
And as a stag, he had suffered this when he was refused sex. Melody knew how stag were created, knew their laws and punishments, but had never before realized the cruelty of forcing a being to be without sex, when they were engineered to want it so much.
If this was torture for her, it must have been hell on earth for him.
"I'm sorry," she cried. "I'm so sorry."
"Glad to hear it, but I'm not done with you yet."
Chapter Four
"You've kept doe here before. Go find one of their pretty things to wear and don't come back here until you look presentable."
He was back in client mode, ordering her around and saying she didn't look right. His eyes scanned over her body, as though the dress she currently wore—if that was even the right word for it at the moment—was something of an annoyance because it didn't turn him on.
It was irritating and she fought the urge to attack him again. At the same time, strung out on lust like she was, her body humming and desperate for more of his touch, she had no choice but to obey.
Maybe that was the point, and how most humans kept control of their stag. Dex did want her to know what this felt like, after all.
Melody flew up from the bed, all but pushing Dex off her and running for the door.
"Stop."
Melody froze, her hand on the latch to the door leading out.
What did he--
Oh, right. She spun around, tight smile on her face, and gave a sort of little mock curtsy. "As you command, master,"
She turned to go again.
"That's not what I wanted,"
Fingers clenching into her palms, she made a slow turn, as thought her spine was a steel rod. "Yes, master?"
His smile looked a little too evil for her liking. "Find something to wear, and bring it back here, but I don't want to see you wearing it when you come back."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What?"
That look on his face, the one that said he was holding all the cards and well knew it, never wavered from his perfect features. "Go pick out something nice to wear for me, strip out of your clothes, walk back here, and then put it on in front of me."
"You want me to walk through my house naked? What if Leah sees me?"
"Why does it matter if a human sees you naked?"
He was purposely pretending he didn't know why the thought of walking through her house naked would bother her. Guess doe never had to go through this as they never cared who saw them with nothing on. In fact, naked was the costume of choice for them, as it practically guaranteed more people willing to satisfy their ever present hunger.
Still, pretending was one thing, she wasn't a doe, and the thought of letting someone, whose cheques Melody signed, see her walking around in her birthday suit, was enough to get her heart racing.
She couldn't figure out if that was good or not.
"Hurry back. I'm already impatient." Dex relaxed on the bed, stretching his long legs out, his knees spread wide in front of him, giving Melody the perfect view of the bulge his pants hid, proof of his need for her. Goosebumps lifted all over his skin, the tiny hairs on her arms standing on edge.
If Melody had the strength, she would've gone through the door in her haste to get out and down to where she stored the spare doe costumes.
They were all packed away in boxes in the room she used for photographs on the first floor. Melody mostly dealt with stag, not doe, so there were only two boxes to pull down from the top shelf in the walk-in closet. They weren't big boxes either, nor particularly heavy, but Melody handled them with all the care of a live bomb. She couldn't stop her hands from shaking as she pulled back the packing tape and opened the flap of the first box.
For a minute back there, she'd thought her body had lost all interest in Dex when
he told her to find something to wear, but come back to him naked first.
Nope, not at all. The little crazy person deep in Melody's subconscious kind of hoped that Leah would see her too.
The thrill of getting caught. Melody had never experienced it before, and it was damn near as heady as Dex's sensual touch.
Nearly.
She threw things out of the box haphazardly, knowing on sight that most wouldn't fit her as they'd all been designed for women with big asses and even bigger breasts. No. No. No. Would Dex still fuck her if she came back naked, but with nothing to wear?
She couldn't risk it. The thought of him denying her now was unbearable.
She threw the box away when she got to the bottom and found nothing that wouldn't be too loose on her. Her fingers shook as she opened the next one.
God, she could still feel that tongue inside her, slick and thrusting, her walls shuddering around the welcome intrusion as her pleasure rose.
Was Dex somehow still inside her mind? If not, then his effect lasted a great deal beyond the point where he stopped touching, and she couldn't wait to get back to him.
She needed to hurry this up.
She all but ripped the flaps off the next box off in her haste to open it, and decided right there that what she saw would be perfect, regardless of whether or not it was a proper fit, which it likely wasn't. No more waiting.
It was a dark blue bustier with black laces and panties. She could already tell the bosom portion of this outfit would be too big, but the rest would fit her body nicely. Dex would like this. He liked the color of a nearly navy blue, if she remembered correctly.
Melody was about to leave with her find before something else inside the box, that had been hiding beneath her new costume, caught her eye.
A bottle of lube, for when not every client wanted to take their doe the old fashioned way. Doe hardly ever needed lube for their vaginas as they were almost always ready and willing for their partners, but it had been a while since Melody had gotten laid, and the thought that she might need the extra help...
