“I don’t know how it could be any clearer. You were about to have sex with my brother.”
He picked up his bag and headed for the living room. I followed him.
“I wasn’t trying to have sex with him. You left me there, bound and gagged. He assumed—”
“So you’re saying you didn’t want him?”
“No, I didn’t.”
He stopped suddenly and grabbed the back of my hair. Pain shot through my head as he forced my face up toward his.
“You were holding his dick!” He released me with such force I nearly fell backward.
“I got one hand free. I was trying to fend him off!”
“You’ve always been hot for him. You always did everything he said. But I let that go because he was your boss and I knew you’d been thrown into a weird situation. But I thought after last night…”
His beautiful blue eyes registered intense hurt and my heart broke to think he believed I didn’t want him.
“Last night meant everything to me… I’d do anything to prove to you how I feel.”
I watched as several emotions passed through his eyes. He still cared, but he was so angry. He didn’t trust our feelings for each other, just as I hadn’t trusted them at the restaurant.
“Please, Dix.”
He dropped his bag and grabbed me. In a flash, he threw me over his shoulder.
He opened the front door, walked out, and deposited me in the passenger side of his truck.
The cab of the truck had been silent as we rode back into Houston.
Dix stared straight ahead at the road. His jaw ticked periodically and the iron grip he had on the steering wheel caused a vein to bulge in his forearm.
Maybe it wasn’t best to start a conversation about this while he was driving. As I went over everything in my mind, I tried to figure out if any of this was really my fault.
I didn’t think I was at fault for letting Dix tie me to the bed. I had no way of knowing he would leave me there alone…or that his brother would come back early from his trip.
But what about the things I’d let Mason do to me in the office? I’d taken my clothes off in front of him. I’d allowed him to punish me right there on his desk.
But I hardly knew Dix when all that started. I certainly didn’t know we’d both want a relationship.
And of course, there was the fact that I was completely man-starved and horny by the time I came to Houston. I couldn’t figure out if that part was my fault or not.
Dix inhaled a big breath and glanced my way.
“Do you want me to drop you off at home?”
“No,” I said. I didn’t bother to remind him I was homeless until Monday.
We were nearing the Galleria area where I knew he lived. I needed to go home with him. I was sure that if we left things like this now, our relationship would be over before it really got started.
“Dix, that was a major misunderstanding back there. I never wanted your brother. It was always you, even when I didn’t think you felt the same way.”
He pulled into the driveway of a fancy townhome and pressed the garage door opener.
Once we were in the garage, he turned toward me, his eyes narrowed.
“I could believe you if I hadn’t seen your hand there on his…” He couldn’t bring himself to repeat it. “I have no doubt that if I’d shown up a minute later, you’d have already guided him into your wet little cunt.”
“Really?” I said angrily. “After last night, that’s what you choose to believe?”
“In my experience, women will play on all your weaknesses to get to you. I swore I’d never be that big a jackass again.” He got out of his truck, so I followed him through a door into a small, bright kitchen.
“Can I at least explain how it happened?”
“No.” He walked over to the glass dinette table and flipped through some mail.
I shook my head in frustration. “Dix, I’d do anything to prove to you—”
He stopped what he was doing and looked straight into my eyes. “Anything?”
His expression made me pause before I spoke. A thought had occurred to him and I knew it was related to the anger and revenge and jealousy he felt toward me and his brother.
A montage of our intimate experiences flashed through my head, from the first time he made me bend over his desk to the beautiful lovemaking last night.
I couldn’t let him slip away now.
“Anything,” I said hoarsely.
“Let’s test out that theory.” He grabbed my wrist and forced me to follow him down the hall into one of the rooms.
When I stepped through the door, I realized it was his home office…and the desk looked oddly familiar.
Dix noticed me staring at it. “It’s the same style my brother has in his office,” Dix said. “When we started the company, he ordered the big one for him and had the smaller version put in my office. Of course, I couldn’t have that, so I ordered my own, but this one was perfect for home.”
He placed his hand on my lower back and propelled me toward it. “Maybe it will help get you as hot as you were in Mason’s office.”
This was a trap. Of course whatever Dix did to me would arouse me, but if it took place on the twin to his brother’s desk, he could claim I was thinking of Mason.
“Dix, can’t we just—”
“No. We can’t.” Dix pressed the front of his body against the back of mine, pushing my hipbones against the Mahogany desktop.
“Did you know I could hear you sometimes?” His finger traced down my back, through the robe. When it reached my bottom, it traced figure eights on one of my butt cheeks.
“No…I didn’t,” I replied. After what we shared last night, it made me sick to my stomach to imagine him hearing me with his brother.
“I kept thinking you would tell him ‘no’ because you wouldn’t be able to stand him doing things to you. I thought you should have feelings for me like I did for you.”
“I did. I never felt the emotions with him.”
“You never fantasized about something more with him?”
“No.”
“But he aroused you.”
I didn’t have an acceptable answer for that one. “He never even touched me, really.”
“Ha. Like that mattered. I heard you moaning…but that’s okay. I have a belt too.”
He took off his leather cowboy belt. Then he laid a hand firmly on my back and applied pressure. I allowed him to push me facedown onto the desk.
My heart beat faster. We needed to talk and sort things out, but I also needed him to hold me down on his desk and punish me.
His fingers brushed the backs of my thighs as he grasped the hem of my bathrobe and slid it up…very, very slowly.
My pussy clenched. He’d teased me so much that morning, but I hadn’t gotten the satisfaction of having him inside me. And I hadn’t gotten to come.
Cold air hit my ass.
He chuckled and wiggled the butt plug I’d forgotten about in all the drama.
I jumped as nerves in my ass reacted.
“At least I’ve got my brother beat with this one,” he said. “His was much smaller.”
He pushed the plug in a bit further and I squirmed in response. There was obviously a hot-line between my ass and my clit.
“How many licks did he give you with his belt, Tessa? Five?”
“Hmm?” I’d forgotten all about the purpose for this little exercise. “Yes…five.”
Whack!
The intense sting took me by surprise, but my clit wiggled its approval.
Whack! That one was harder. My ass cheeks clenched, reminding me the plug was still in there.
Whack! My ass burned from the belt, while my butthole tingled. And fresh cream flooded my pussy.
Whack!
I whimpered. That was enough. My butt cheeks were on fire.
“What’s wrong, Tessa? Isn’t this what he did to you?”
“You hit harder,” I replied.
Dix chuckled. “I do everything harder.”
Whack!
A combination of misery and need burned through me. My nipples were still sore from this morning’s tortures, but they yearned to feel his lips, his teeth.
My pussy throbbed… My clit pulsed.
“Please, Dix…”
“Who’s your master?”
“You are. Only you.”
The belt fell to the floor.
“Well, have we covered everything my brother did to you? Belt, butt plug…seen you naked…”
I was unbelievably horny and completely fed up with his obsession. Why wasn’t he fucking me already? I stood up straight and turned to face him.
“You got a lot more than he did.”
Dix snorted. “I guess I’ll have to take your word on that…or maybe I won’t.”
I raised my eyebrows at him questioningly.
“Take off that robe.” He walked around the desk and opened a drawer. “It only gets in the way.”
I obeyed, hoping we were finally going to do something that would allow me to orgasm.
He returned with a bottle of lube.
“You keep that in your desk drawer?” I asked.
“It’s where my computer is,” he replied as if it should be obvious.
Geez, I guess all men liked porn. It wasn’t like Dix couldn’t get laid if he wanted to. I looked at the plastic bottle in his hand. “We don’t need that.”
“We do for what I’ve got in mind. Turn around and put your hands on the desk.”
I complied, even as butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
“There’s one way for me to know I’ve had you in a way my brother never has because my OCD brother would never do this.”
I looked back over my shoulder as he greased up his rod.
I had a feeling I knew where he was going with this. I thought about how full my pussy felt when he was inside, how big his cock was.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to shove my cock into your tight little ass.”
My heart pounded a panic message in my chest. “But, I don’t—”
“You said ‘anything.’” He eased out the plug and pressed his slippery cock between my butt cheeks.
It hit the spot. I jerked as an electrical pulse rocked my body.
“This is anything,” he said.
I was filled with a mixture of excitement and fear. My old boyfriend had never even mentioned anal sex, and that plug hadn’t been nearly as thick as Dix’s cock.
“I don’t think it’s—”
“Would you let my brother do this to you?”
“No!”
“Good.” The tip of his cock pressed harder. My hips jerked forward in an involuntary defense against the invasion.
“I’m not sure I can do this,” I said.
“You said you wanted to be with me Tessa,” he said menacingly in my ear. “If we’re together, I may want to take you like this every night.” A dark hot craving inched over me. “Maybe you should reconsider what you really want.”
But I did want him. And he had some good reasons to mistrust that fact. If this was what it took to satisfy his anger toward me for the things I did with his brother…
Besides, there was some deviant part of me that wanted to experience Dix’s hard cock in my ass.
I swallowed hard as I tilted my hips back, surrendering my vulnerable bottom to his whims.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
Arousal charged through my body. As I complied, cool air hit the entrance to my wet pussy. I shuddered.
His hand snaked around my hips, his finger tracing a path to my slit.
“Uh-huh-uh…” I stuttered when he made contact with my clit.
“Can you feel my cock against your little hole, Tessa?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Press back. Force it onto my cock.”
My mind told me not to do it. My ass throbbed along with my clit in anticipation.
Why did I want this? It was completely unnatural.
His finger began a slow circular movement on my clit.
At that moment, I would have done absolutely anything to keep his digit there.
I pressed backward, but when his cock burst through, excruciating pain throbbed in the muscle that encircled it.
“No…I can’t,” I cried out.
He held me still and wiggled his finger back and forth on my clit. My limbs jerked.
“Relax and let me take control. It will get better, I promise.”
His cock moved slightly inside me and I tensed.
He plunged his finger into my soaked pussy. I quivered from head to toe.
“Who’s in control, Tessa?”
“You are.”
“And who do you want inside you?”
I hesitated. I was afraid. But I wanted it.
“You,” I said.
“Who?”
“You, Dix—” I sucked in a breath as his cock inched into me. “You, Dixon Maddox.”
He retreated, then thrust in as his slick finger rolled over my clit.
A harsh jolt of pleasure engulfed me.
Dix pressed his warm palm into my back, forcing me down until my breasts met the cool mahogany.
“Relax,” he said. “I’ll take care of everything.”
His cock stilled as he plunged two fingers into my pussy.
“Ah!” I cried in a higher-pitch than I thought I was capable of. Muscles twitched in my arms, in my thighs.
His fingers and cock retreated in unison and plunged back in. Electricity jerked through me, from ass, to pussy to limbs and back again.
He went still again. I was going crazy.
“Tell me what to do, Tessa.”
“Fuck me!” I said.
“Where?”
“Fuck my ass! Please Dix. Fuck my ass.”
I heard the satisfaction in his chuckle. “I knew you’d like this.”
He plunged into my ass again, thrusting into me over and over as his fingers fucked my pussy.
When his soaked digits massaged my clit, I began to shudder.
“Damn, I love being in your tight little ass, Tessa.”
His words threw me into all-out orgasm. He thrust deep and groaned. He convulsed for several seconds and collapsed on my back.
“I need you, Tessa.” His hot breath panted into my ear. “Please don’t hurt me anymore.”
Chapter Ten
The following Friday, I drove to work with a heavy heart.
The previous weekend with Dix had ended wonderfully. Once his anger was gone, he realized he was being jealous and unreasonable.
He took complete responsibility for the horrifying debacle at the ranch and even called his brother to apologize and straighten things out.
We spent Saturday night and Sunday making gentle love to each other, cooking meals together, and cuddling up in front of the TV.
The most disastrous weekend of my life had turned into the most fabulous.
Dix and Mason had left for Japan on Monday, but Dix called me every day.
And now, I had to tell him I was leaving.
Every time the thought crossed my mind, a wave of misery swept over me and knots formed in my stomach.
How could I leave him now? But, how could I not?
A few minutes after I got in, Dix came through the door with a huge smile on his face and a bouquet of roses.
My chest throbbed.
“Wow, kind of early for you, isn’t it?” I was trying to lighten my own mood.
“It’s all in the motivation.” His blue eyes twinkled warm romantic naughty messages at me.
“Can I talk to you privately?” I asked, knowing Mason would come in the door at any moment.
“That’s what I was hoping for.” Dix grabbed me by the arm and practically dragged me to his office.
Before I could get a word in, he pushed me up against the wall and kissed the hell out of me.
I melted into his warmth, curling my arms around his neck.
I never wanted to let go.
“So,” he finally said when he released my lips. “What did you want to see me about?”
There was no way around it. I had to tell him now.
“I’m sorry Dix, but I have to go.”
“Are you sick?” he asked with genuine concern. He put his hand to my forehead to check for fever.
That was so sweet! How could I say this?
“No, I mean I have to go back to Michigan…to move back, actually.”
He looked like I’d slapped him. His eyes went dead. I searched them desperately for any remnants of the twinkle.
“Is it because of what happened this weekend?”
“No, not at all. It’s for a job.”
His eyebrows pushed towards each other in a confused little boy expression. God he was adorable.
“I can give you a raise,” he said. “How much do you need?”
“It’s not about the money. It’s about my mom.” I took in a deep breath. “My sister is good friends with the chief administrator at the facility where my mom lives. I’ve known him for years, too. He’d always said he wished he could hire me and now the human resources person is leaving.”
Dix opened his mouth, but apparently decided he should hear me out.
“I’d always planned to be in human resources. I’d have a good job there. They’ll pay for my tuition so I can finish the last year of college I missed because of my mom’s costs—”
“We could pay tuition—”
I held up my hand to stop him. “But most importantly, I’d be working in the same building my mother is living in. My brother and sister have been trying to take turns checking on her almost daily, but they have full-time jobs, spouses, and kids.”
Dix’s shoulders dropped. His expression disturbed me, since I’d never seen him look defeated before.
“So this is all about your mom.”
“And my sister and brother, who are two of the best people I know. I can’t leave everything in their laps. This way, I can check on her every day while I’m at work. They can visit when it’s more convenient, knowing she’s okay. Everyone’s lives can be closer to normal. And they’ve even offered me a discount on my mom’s care that would help the family immensely.”
Dix blew out a frustrated breath and swallowed hard. His eyes had shifted away from mine. I wasn’t sure if he was angry with me or just sad.
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