It didn’t occur to me until then that he might have experienced a lot of women who told him whatever was necessary to get what they wanted from him.
I was so sorry I’d hurt him.
He adjusted his body and our hips met. His arousal pressed against my stomach.
He lifted his hand to my face, his fingers resting on my ear and scalp. His thumb skimmed up and down on my cheek.
As his face moved toward mine, I readied myself for a kiss.
But he stopped an inch short of the target and just watched me.
I wasn’t sure if he was savoring the moment or hesitant to cross over into this new state of intimacy, but I couldn’t wait.
I lifted off the pillow, and slanted my mouth over his. He grasped the back of my head and held me tightly to him as he eased back onto his pillow.
Now, I was on top. But before I could press my tongue into his mouth, he thrust into mine, invading me in a primal act of possession.
I whimpered and pushed my lips harder onto his. My breasts melded with his chest, my hands grasped at his biceps and squeezed the thick muscles in his shoulders.
He groaned and the pressure of his forearm on my back pushed the breath out of me. Most of my body was on top of him now—my chest on his, my thigh across his waist.
Grasping my shoulders, he pushed me away so I was staring into his face, my lips swollen from hard kisses.
“I like the games we play, Tessa,” he said. “But I don’t want to play games tonight.”
For a startling moment, I thought he was saying he didn’t want me. But I read his expression and realized what he meant.
He didn’t want to be boss and employee or master and slave. He wanted me, Tessa, to make love to him.
I tried to pull myself up, but realized he was holding my arms tightly.
“If I’m going to do this right, I’ll need a little slack,” I said.
He chuckled and released me. I straddled him, thrusting my hips so my wet slit slipped up and down his shaft.
He grabbed my thighs. “Take me, Tessa,” he said. “Before you kill me.”
I smiled, feeling pretty proud that Dixon Maddox, the most handsome, interesting man I’d ever met, wanted me so badly.
I raised up and came down on his rigid cock. As it slid inside me, I was shocked again at the extreme sense of fullness I experienced.
A few seconds of Dix inside me and I was stretched to my limits, physically and emotionally.
At that moment, I knew I’d never needed anything like I needed him.
Pressing my hands onto his pecs, I lifted myself slowly, relinquishing his shaft inch by inch.
His eyes darkened. He licked his lips then expelled a breath.
I was torturing him and enjoying the power of it.
After lifting almost completely off him, I began to slowly take him in again. He sucked in several staccato breaths.
His fingers dug into my hips as he forced me down until I enveloped him completely.
“Oh!” The stab of heat from his invasion penetrated every cell of my body.
I smiled at him and began to pull up gradually again.
Suddenly, he crushed me against him. He rolled us over and I found myself on the bottom. My hands were still stuck between us on his pecs, but he grasped my wrists and pinned them to the bed.
Panting, he stared into my eyes for a moment.
“What am I going to do with you, Tessa?” he murmured. “From the first day I saw you, I wanted to keep you.”
My mouth fell open. I needed to respond to a confession like that one, even though I wasn’t sure what I was going to say.
But he covered my lips with his. He pressed his tongue inside me and it moved as though searching.
I twined my tongue around his, trying to give him answers in the only way I could at that moment. My chest ached at the intimacy.
Dix and I were as close as we could possibly be and still I wanted more.
He groaned and pushed his hips forward, thrusting deep inside me. A tremor rocked my body, threatening to invade my soul.
I welcomed the intrusion, wrapping my legs around him, resting my calves against his ass as his muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust.
He let go of my wrists, and I slid my fingers up his cheeks into his hair.
His entire body tensed and I knew he needed release.
When his lips left mine, he looked into my eyes. A shiver passed through him as his cock flexed inside me.
“This is…” His whisper died off and I knew he was at a loss to describe the intensity of the moment.
“I know,” I said.
His eyes fell closed and his body took control, plunging into me hard and fast.
“Oh…oh…Dix,” I sighed.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his weight onto me.
“I think I love you,” I whispered so quietly I didn’t know if he’d heard.
But he lifted his head and pressed his lips to mine in the most passionate kiss I’d ever experienced.
Something stabbed at my heart as his cock pushed even deeper inside me.
I jerked. He groaned. And we merged into one body-racking, soul-shattering orgasm together.
We held each other as long as we could, until it was clear to Dix I was barely breathing and he needed to move off me.
Once we’d recuperated, we enjoyed the most relaxed conversation we’d ever had…and the longest.
I told him the whole story about my mother and the struggles my siblings and I had been through to keep her as safe and happy as could be expected under the circumstances.
He told me about his mother’s heartbreaking early onset Alzheimer’s.
He said Mason still felt guilty about his decision to keep her at home with a nurse, since she’d died of an accident they probably could have avoided in a long-term care facility.
From what Dix said, Mason’s obsessive compulsive behaviors and sporadic germaphobia increased after his divorce and got even worse with the stress of his mother’s illness. The shrinks thought it was some sort of stress reaction, rather than true OCD.
I realized it had been ridiculous to obsess over the fact that Dixon had more money than I did. Nobody’s life was perfect.
The Maddox boys seemed to have everything to the outside observer, but really they just wanted what anyone else wanted—the well-being of family members, honest relationships, someone to love…
At least I hoped that was what Dix wanted.
I fell asleep in his arms as the sun began to peek over the horizon.
*****
I awoke to the smell of bacon frying. Dix wasn’t in the room, but there was a fluffy robe on the bed and a note that said, “Making your breakfast. Meet me downstairs when you wake up.”
Making me breakfast? I thought men only did that in movies.
I found my purse and grabbed the clip out of it so I could put my hair up and wash off. Even though I’d taken a bath the night before, there’d been a lot of sweaty sex in between.
But I didn’t want to keep Dix waiting, so I took the fastest shower ever, dried off and threw on the robe.
When I walked into the kitchen, bacon sizzled on the griddle, eggs sat in a bowl ready to be cooked, and pancakes were stacked high on a plate.
Dix glanced at me, then did a double-take and smiled. I liked the way his eyes seemed to sparkle just for me.
“I hope you like this. It feels strange that I don’t know more about your eating habits.”
He was right. That did seem strange after last night. Why did it feel like Dix and I were on more intimate terms than a boyfriend I’d had for two years?
That couldn’t be right. But it was definitely true that I wanted us to be on more intimate terms. The most intimate. In every way.
“Well, you hit the nail on the head,” I replied. “I’m a traditionalist when it comes to breakfast.”
Dix wouldn’t let me help and insisted I sit down at the table while he served me. I
thought it was funny considering he couldn’t make a copy for himself at work.
When breakfast was over, I helped him with the dishes. After we finished, he reached up and took the clip from my hair.
His eyes followed the strands as they cascaded around my shoulders.
He shook his head. “You’re so hot,” he said curiously. “But you don’t act like a woman who knows it.”
I thought about his statement. He was right and I suddenly knew why. “I guess I’ve never had a boyfriend who really made me feel that way,” I confessed.
He tilted his head as though considering my answer. “Seems like a strange choice for a woman to make.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I thought about the guys I’d dated since I started high school. I’d taken the safe route, choosing men who were absolutely normal, unquestionably sane.
Of course, I didn’t know that’s why I’d chosen them at the time, but it made sense. I had enough craziness in my life with my mother.
But in trying to avoid any insanity, I may have shied away from anyone who seemed overly enthusiastic about me. Passionate emotions were scary and crazy.
“Hey.” Dix cradled my chin with his thumb. “The last thing I wanted to do was bring you down. In fact, I’d like to make you feel hot again.”
I saw a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “What do you have in mind?”
“Well, last night in my bed was…miraculous.”
Wow, did he just describe our lovemaking as “miraculous”?
“But in the daylight hours, I kind of like the way you heat up when we play.”
I knew what he was referring to and was instantly warmed by his mention of our “other” activities.
My breathing quickened, but I could feel my chest turning pink. Now that we’d really made love, the fact that he knew about my naughty needs was even more embarrassing.
Dix untied my robe and pushed it open. The cool air puckered my nipples. I swayed back, but the countertop dug into my spine.
He lowered his head, closing his teeth lightly on the tip of my breast. He pulled just a little.
It was a tease, providing only minor discomfort. I took in a shaky breath, anticipating the pleasure-pain that could be in my future.
“I like it when you turn pink,” he said, obviously noticing my flushed chest. “But there’s no reason to be embarrassed about what you enjoy…” He raked the other nipple with his teeth.
“Ah!” I squeezed my thighs together in answer to a request by my clit.
“Unless being embarrassed is part of the turn on.”
He straightened and looked into my face as though gauging my desires.
“I’ll do anything you tell me to,” I said breathlessly.
“That’s a dangerous thing to say…but I’ve recently purchased some accessories I’m sure will bring you enjoyment.”
“What about your enjoyment?” I asked shakily.
“Oh, it’ll be fun for me, I promise. Even more so, since we’re going to do it all on my brother’s immaculate bed.”
“Isn’t that cruel, considering he’s a germaphobe?”
“Hey, you don’t know how he tortured me growing up. Besides we won’t tell him right away. We’ll wait until he’s being a huge ass sometime and we’ll spring it on him.”
I noticed Dix was talking like he and I were a package deal now. And I really liked the way that sounded.
*****
I was tied to the spindles of Mason’s huge bedspread—the one Dix said was dry-cleaned every week—spread-eagle, with a ball-gag in my mouth.
I was desperate for Dix to fuck me, but instead he seemed to be planning to tease me to death.
After balancing Mason’s expensive ceramic egg in my belly button, Dix had proceeded to harden my nipples with Mason’s frigid science-fair trophy.
But the real torture came when he switched to the accessories he’d bought, which included the leather ties, ball-gag and a half-inch thick butt plug he inserted into my ass.
He’d tickled and teased my clit with various items until tears trickled down my face. He sucked my breasts so hard, I thought the nipples would come off.
God, he was cruel, and I loved it.
He lapped at my clit carelessly then wiggled the plug. One mini-jolt followed another, but he wouldn’t let me come.
And my begging did no good because I couldn’t form any real words, gagged as I was.
I was so hot and so wet…
Then, suddenly, he stood up from the bed, still fully clothed, and told me he was going to check with the ranch foreman and he’d be back when he felt like it.
At first, it was incredibly exciting waiting, not knowing when he would return and complete the process of torturing and pleasuring me. I laid there with my pussy aching, unable to satisfy myself, watching the clock until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Finally, I began pulling and stretching at the leather on my right wrist. It gave a little.
If only I could get my right hand free, I could give myself the orgasm I was dying for and Dix could think he’d tortured me with the wait.
The leather stretched some more and I began trying to wiggle my hand through.
I heard footsteps in the hall and froze. Juices flooded my pussy. Dix was back. Surely he would fuck me when he came in.
The door opened. Mason’s eyes grew wide at the sight of me in his bed.
“Well, you’re not the first who’s camped out waiting in my bed,” he said. “But you may be the most creative.”
What?
“How did you get yourself all tied up…? Oh, I see…” He was looking at my right wrist with its looser binding. “This is very convincing though.”
Did he really think I’d managed to tie myself up like this, and slip my hand through a pre-tied leather loop?
This was embarrassing, but all I had to do was explain, as soon as he removed the gag from my mouth.
Instead, he opened a dresser drawer and brought out a giant roll of plastic wrap.
“I would have preferred you put some plastic down first to protect the bedspread,” he said.
Then in one quick movement, he laid the end of the wrap on my neck and spread it down to my toes, tearing it off cleanly.
I now had a layer of plastic wrap running from my neck, over my torso, to my feet. Wasn’t that the kind of thing serial killers did?
I was paralyzed with fear for a moment, asking myself if Mason was weird enough to be a serial killer.
He was pretty weird.
He took a small knife out of another drawer.
Oh my God! How many times would he have to stab me to kill me with that little thing?
Very efficiently, he reached down and cut a slit in the plastic between my thighs.
“Sorry about the plastic. It’s not that I don’t find you attractive. I have this… Well, I can’t actually touch you.”
Okay, this wasn’t serial killer behavior. It was his brand of OCD, which meant he wasn’t going to kill me, just fuck me.
But I was in love with his brother. Plastic or no, I didn’t want to have sex with Mason.
“I don’t want this,” I tried to say. But with the ball gag in my mouth, it came out “Ah-oh-ah-ih.”
He'd turned away from me, and when he turned back, I saw that he’d unzipped his slacks and put on a condom.
Nooooo!
As I tried again to communicate, he straddled me.
I realized, if I could get my wrist loose, I could release the ball gag and tell him I wasn’t there for him.
As I turned my wrist and yanked at the leather strap, Mason sucked on my neck through the plastic.
As weird as it was, I might have been okay with this in my pre-Dixon, sex-starved state, but now…
I could feel his hard member pressing against my pelvic bone.
I tugged with all my might and my hand broke free. Reaching behind me, I tried to release the attachment on the ball gag, but I’d never worked one before and my fingers couldn
’t figure out how.
“Stop it!” I tried to say. “I love Dix!”
But there was no way Mason understood me. I could be crying out in ecstasy for all he knew.
As he switched to the other side of my plastic-encased neck, I had an idea. With my free hand, I reached around the plastic, between our bodies, and grabbed his hard penis.
He moaned. Not what I was going for, but at least I could control it and keep it from entering me.
“What the fuck!”
Mason jerked to the side at the sound of his brother’s voice.
Dix stood, still and seething, his eyes locked on my hand grasping his brother’s cock.
Chapter Nine
The room changed from still-photo to fast forward in a flash.
Dix pulled his brother off me and threw him against the wall. He paused and looked at me with disgust and confusion in his eyes.
He obviously didn’t understand what had happened here.
With my right hand, I worked frantically on the ties of my left wrist while thrashing and kicking to get my legs free.
Mason pushed himself up from the floor. He took two steps and smashed Dix in the face with his fist.
“No!” I had to stop them before they killed each other. My hands and one ankle were free, but the stupid gag was still in my mouth.
Dix didn’t stand right away. He looked up at his older brother accusingly. “You knew I wanted her!”
“You never said you wanted her,” Mason said defensively. “Besides…” He motioned toward me. “If she was willing to do this with me, do you really want her?”
Dixon looked at me angrily as he got up. I realized neither of these guys knew the whole truth about what had happened here.
I’d managed to free my legs. I reached behind my head, determined to get rid of the ball gag if I had to rip off my face in the process.
“You’re right,” Dix said. “She’s all yours.” He stalked away.
I jumped off the bed, tossing away the gag as I ran through the hall after him. When I found him, he was in the bedroom we’d shared the night before, stuffing his change of clothing into a duffle bag.
“Dix, we need to clear things up.” I grabbed the robe he’d lent me and shoved my arms into it.
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