“Great,” he said. “Let’s test it.”
I turned my head in time to see him push a button on a remote control.
A tremor of massive proportions vibrated through my body. I lost control of my muscles and collapsed face-down onto the desk.
The milder aftershocks pulsed around my nerves until they converged in my clit and pussy, now pulsing with need in unison.
I knew I’d cried out loudly when the first surge hit. I was sure whatever I’d said was unintelligible, but I was glad Dixon hadn’t been in the office all morning. Surely he wouldn’t want me to gain such extreme enjoyment from anything his brother had done.
But I needed to come now more than ever. If Mason would only hit that button again and hold it a second or two longer…
“Put on your skirt, but not your panties,” Mason ordered.
Was that it? What about that thing in my ass?
I did as I was told.
“This is the latest technology,” he said proudly. “Invested in it myself. The remote will work anywhere on this floor of the building.”
Was he planning to leave me like this?
“Every time you feel the vibration, you’ll be reminded to do your work meticulously…check it more carefully.”
Is that what it would remind me of? I doubted it. I was pretty sure it would remind me that I needed to come and hadn’t had sex in forever.
“You can go,” Mason said, as he picked up my panties with his gloved hand and slipped them into a plastic bag.
I escaped to the copy room, where I sat on the work table and thought about what a weirdo my boss was.
And what a perv I was for getting off to it.
“Tessa,” Dixon said in my ear only minutes after I left Mason’s office. “I need you in here.”
Shit! When had he come in? I thought he was out for the day.
As I walked down the hall to his office, I was aware of the lube, slipping around my butt crack with each step.
Dixon was standing with his hand on the doorknob. When I walked in, he shut the door behind me and didn’t step away.
I was trapped in the couple of feet between him and the door. I tried to assemble a calm expression.
“Hi,” I said faux-cheerfully.
He didn’t mirror my expression. In fact, he looked downright pissed off.
I couldn’t meet his gaze, knowing I had something that belonged to his brother up my ass. Why didn’t I take it out immediately?
Because I was addicted to being dominated and horny as hell, that’s why.
I couldn’t meet his angry stare so I let my eyes wonder to something new I saw on the floor, off to the side.
“Nice rug.”
He seemed surprised, then glanced over his shoulder at it. “Yeah, there’s not a good spot for it here. I’m moving it to my house.” He looked back at me, stone-faced.
I opened my mouth to make conversation, but couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“You were in my brother’s office.”
It sounded like an accusation. Why did I feel so guilty? They obviously hired me to play these games, and Dixon and I weren’t in a relationship.
“Yes, he wanted me to take some notes.”
“Huh! Notes.” Of course, he knew it was a ridiculous request. “I heard you…moaning…screaming…” He looked hurt.
A fresh wave of guilt washed over me. Damn, the last thing I wanted was for Dixon to hear me making sounds like those with another man.
Whatever he felt about me, in that moment, I was sure I cared for him.
“Dixon, I…he ordered…it was—”
“Did he touch you?”
“Well, sort of…”
Dixon’s jaw clenched and his look was so fierce I took a step back and pressed my back against the door.
He closed the distance between us and smashed the heel of his fist into the door above my head.
Grabbing my chin, he forced me to look into his eyes as he had the day before.
“Tell me how he touched you…exactly.”
“He made me bend over the desk…” I didn’t want to finish, but Dixon’s enraged expression made me rush through the rest. “He put on surgical gloves and stuck something in my, um, ass. Some sort of remote control vibrator.”
Dixon relaxed a bit and moved his hand from my chin, placing his palm on the door next to my face.
“He touched you with gloves on? No skin contact?”
“No.”
“That OCD germaphobe control freak. The only woman he ever touched without a Hazmat suit was his wife.”
“His wife?” Had I been taking my clothes off for a married man?
“She died a few years ago. After that, he got even weirder with the OCD and germ stuff. He’s still great with the company. I always figure I’ll know he’s in love again if he actually touches a woman.”
For a moment, Dixon seemed kind of sad for his brother, but at least he was much more relaxed now.
A tantalizing thought teased through my mind. Maybe he’d been jealous. Maybe he’d been afraid his brother had real feelings for me.
And Dixon? What did he feel?
I wanted to ask him, but this whole situation was so strange. You didn’t go from office sex slave to romance with the boss. Did you?
My eyes had wandered as I considered the possibilities. I realized I was staring at Dixon’s big silver belt buckle.
He ran the back of a finger gently up my cheek and I met his gaze. His blue eyes shone with…what?
“Tessa, I’ve been thinking about you.”
I raised my eyebrows, not sure how to respond, not sure where he was going with this.
“The fact is, I think about you all the time.”
What did he mean? Sexually? Romantically?
“I think about you, too,” I said.
“The thing is…” he began tentatively.
Was Dixon Maddox actually nervous? “You’re something different for me. I’ve been having feel—”
“Uhhhh!” I yelled as a sudden vibration exploded in my ass. I jumped and my body shuddered.
“Did he leave that thing in you?” Dixon asked incredulously.
I nodded. “To remind me to be more careful and meticulous in my work.”
“Fucking asshole! Take your clothes off!”
I was stunned by his change in mood. His eyes were blue-black now and every muscle in his body seemed tensed for a fight. I just stared at him.
He reached up and snatched my blouse apart violently. Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me toward the new rug.
“Fuck him! There’s something I can do to you that he could never do!” His voice was so loud, I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to his brother in the next room.
I also wasn’t sure I wanted to be part of this revenge game anymore.
“I don’t know if—” The thought flew out of my brain as Dixon yanked the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He pulled my bra straps off my arms to expose my breasts, but didn’t bother to unclasp the bra or take it off.
An overwhelming urge to crush my naked flesh against his flashed through my mind. I didn’t care why he was doing this anymore. I didn’t want it to stop.
Grabbing my hair, he yanked my head back and attacked my neck. He sucked the tender flesh so hard, I thought I could feel the sensation in my clit.
Then he moved to my breasts and devoured them, running his tongue roughly across my nipple.
When he sunk his teeth into me, I had to grab his iron biceps to steady myself.
His lips left my skin as suddenly as they’d attacked it.
“Lie down,” he commanded, pointing at the rug.
I was way too aroused to disobey him now.
As soon as I was on my back, he was on his knees, pushing my skirt up to my waist to join the bra that was already stuck there.
In a flash, he draped my legs over his shoulders and lifted my ass with his palms. His head came down between my thighs
.
When his mouth made contact with my pussy lips, he sucked on them like they were a starving man’s first meal.
I sighed and bucked my hips. My clit was desperate for the same attention. But he turned his head and nibbled the inside of my thigh.
I moaned as the muscles in my bottom flexed involuntarily.
He turned again and sucked the inside of my other thigh. I was dying of pleasure and need.
I thrust my hips upward and he held them high. Through half-closed eyes, I saw him turn his head and move slowly toward my pussy lips as if kissing a lover for the first time.
When he made contact, he circled my lower lips once with his tongue, then pushed between them.
“Oh!” I cried as his tongue finally hit my clit. “Ah…Ohhh!” He traced the ridge, circling round and round.
“Oh my God!”
He paused. “Say my name,” he said.
“Dixon,” I whispered.
“My friends call me Dix.” He smiled.
“Dix,” I repeated. He stuck his tongue inside me and fucked me with it.
“Dix… Oh God, Dix!” I knew I could come at any moment.
He stopped. He moved the tiny butt plug out slightly, then in.
“Uhhh…” I moaned.
“It has a flexible tab that fits comfortably between thumb and forefinger for manual manipulation.”
“Huh?”
“I read the user manual when Mason got it in the mail. I was curious to see what he hustled off into his office so fast.”
“Oh,” I said, too dazed to think clearly.
He went back to sliding his tongue over my clit, but this time he wiggled the plug slightly. The combination shot shockwaves from my ass to my clit.
He sucked on me and my entire body clenched, preparing for release.
The vibrator buzzed in my ass and I was thrown into all-out, head to toe orgasm. My muscles spasmed like I was having a seizure, but it was the most satisfaction I’d ever experienced.
I screamed something about “Fuck” and “Dix” and “God,” and a few other syllables.
Even after the main event was over, he wiggled the vibrator several more times, causing me mini-convulsions.
I wondered what bizarre facial expression I’d made when I came, but Dix was smiling at me.
“Was I ridiculous?” I asked.
“I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.” He moved my thighs from his shoulders and lay down on the rug beside me.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
I glanced down at the giant bulge in his jeans. It dwarfed his belt buckle.
“I feel like I want you to fuck me,” I said brazenly.
I watched as a wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. He undid his belt buckle and whipped the belt off in one quick movement. Unzipping his jeans, he pushed them down his hips, just enough, and rolled between my legs.
He pressed the tip of his member inside me.
It had been so long since I’d had a cock there, I’d forgotten the excitement of first contact. The anticipation…
And when Dix looked into my eyes, I saw something more that I wasn’t ready to consider yet.
“I’m gonna ruin you for all other men,” he murmured.
“Ruin me.”
His rough jeans scraped my thighs as he thrust into me. My pussy seemed stretched to the limit, and he’d only just begun.
Apparently things were bigger in Texas.
I placed my hand on his chest. “Wait. I’m not sure if we fit.”
“Oh, we fit, darlin’.”
I had to chuckle at the silly drawl.
“Relax.” He grasped my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand. “You’re under my control, now.”
A thrill of anticipation skittered over me.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I followed orders as he retreated and thrust in again.
“Damn, you are a tight little package.” He pulled back. “But you’re gonna take more of me, Tessa.”
My skin burned hot at his words.
He plunged into me. The force of his huge cock and the pleasure of having him inside me nearly made me pass out.
“Tessa?” he said gently.
I realized my eyes were closed. I forced my lids open. “Hmmm…?”
He watched my face for a moment. I squeezed his waist with my legs to let him know I was okay.
He smiled and placed his lips on mine, forcing his way into my mouth before I had a chance to open to him.
With long, hard strokes, he thrust himself into me again and again. He released my lips and seemed to lose control, fucking me harder, pounding me into his soft rug.
Reaching underneath me, he lifted my bottom. When he did, his cock hit a spot inside I didn’t know existed.
I squealed a series of staccato “oh’s” as delicious pulses swelled through me over and over, each time he made contact with the spot.
He tensed. His muscles flexed. He rocketed into me, and the jolt pushed me over the edge. We both cried out and shook and jerked as he collapsed onto me.
For several moments, all I was aware of was his hot breath, panting into my ear.
I regretted that his shirt was still on. I wished he were naked against my skin.
I couldn’t breathe with his large frame crushing my petite one, but I didn’t care.
“Damn, I’d better get off you before I kill you.” He lifted himself from me. When his cock left my pussy, I knew how a wine bottle felt having its cork removed.
“That was a tight squeeze,” I said.
He chuckled. “Are you glad we didn’t give up?”
I turned on my side toward him. “You know I am, you bastard. You just want me to say it.”
He laughed and turned to face me. Suddenly, his eyes darkened and his smile faded. “I don’t want you to let my brother do things to you anymore…or make you do things. I only want you to be my…” His voice trailed off.
What a bizarre situation we were in. He was my boss. We didn’t know that much about each other except that we had an undeniable attraction and great sex…and similar sexual kinks.
He couldn’t say he wanted me to be his girlfriend or belong only to him. Not this soon.
I decided to let him off the hook. “Your sex slave, only?” I smiled.
He seemed relieved. “Yeah.”
“What am I supposed to tell your brother?”
“Tell him ‘hell no.’”
I thought about my mother. “Look, Dixon—”
“Dix.”
“Dix, I need this job. I can’t afford to get fired. It’s not only for me. I have someone else depending on me.”
I watched the shock register on his face. “I thought you were single, with no kids.”
“No, it’s my mom. She has mental problems and my brother and sister and I chip in to keep her in a nice place where they can watch out for her. It takes every extra penny we can scrape up.”
I couldn’t believe I’d blurted that out. I never told anyone about my mother unless I had to.
“What’s wrong with her?” He seemed genuinely interested.
“Well, you know psychology isn’t an exact science. We’ve had a number of diagnoses over the years, but the bottom line is, she lives in her own world much of the time.”
“Does she recognize you?”
I was surprised at the astute question. “Sometimes she does. Sometimes she thinks I’m Princess Margaret. I never know when I go in.”
Dix’s eyes wandered away from mine. “It’s really hard when they’re there, but they’re not.”
I put my hand on his arm and drew his gaze back to mine. I was struck by the sincerity I saw in him.
“My mom had Alzheimer’s,” he said.
I opened my mouth to ask something more, but he put a finger to my lips. “I don’t want to talk about it right now,” he said.
“Can I ask you about this, um, situation?”
“Shoot.”
> I didn’t want to give him the third degree and make him angry, but, for my heart’s sake, I felt like I had to know what I was dealing with. “How many receptionists have you played these games with?”
“It started with our last receptionist. She begged to be disciplined for her mistakes. I’d never even thought of such a thing before…at least not in the office.”
“But you and your brother were into it.”
“Obviously.”
“Why do you think you liked it so much you chose to do it again?”
“Mason’s shrink thinks he does it for control. Daddy drank too much and whored around. Made Mom miserable. The kids were the only things within her control. Their relationship felt chaotic, but Mason and I had to seem perfect in every way she could manage. Now Mason needs control.” He traced figure eights on my shoulder as he spoke. “Just a theory.”
“He told you all that?”
Dix laughed. “No, I heard him on speaker phone when he thought I was gone. He only does phone sessions with a shrink right now. He’s not comfortable enough to do face to face.”
“You listened in? You’re a terrible little brother!” I thumped him on the arm, which I knew didn’t hurt him at all. “So, do you have a shrink?”
“Why pay double? We grew up in the same house.”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that logic.
“Are we done with that discussion because I have a beautiful woman on my rug.” He caressed the curve of my breast.
“We’re done.”
“Hey, what are you doing this weekend?” he asked suddenly.
The question took me by surprise. “Um…” I didn’t want to tell him I’d be cruising parking lots for a place to sleep.
“Wait, aren’t you moving into a new apartment? You were supposed to be out this week, right?”
Wow, I was surprised he knew that. I’d mentioned these things in passing office small talk. I didn’t even think he was listening.
“Yeah, I’m already out. My stuff is in my car.”
“All of it?”
“What I have here in town.”
“Well, do you want some help unloading at your new place?”
He was actually offering to help me move. I was touched. And embarrassed. I had no place to move to.
“My apartment isn’t ready until Monday.”
“Are you staying at a hotel?”
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