The Stand Off

by Z. Stefani

  “You honestly believe that I would do this to you?” it was Dean’s turn to be angry.

  “The picture speaks for itself,” Vaughn retorted.

  “The picture is a fake,” Dean said in a controlled voice although he was ready to throttle his brother.

  “That picture is now on every tabloid and website across the country.”

  “It doesn’t change the fact that it’s a fake,” Dean continued to glare at his brother. “One of your closest friends owns that company, why would he allow this to be released?”

  “He was on vacation, he wasn’t informed. He fired everyone that was involved with releasing it without his permission.”

  “Good, they obviously didn’t use good judgment.”

  “It’s a convincing photo,” Vaughn admitted.

  “I’m your brother; you should know me better than that!” Dean roared, his patience now gone.

  “I know how you feel about women. You have no honor when it comes to relationships,” Vaughn spat.

  “I have honor when it comes to my family. Now get the fuck out of my office,” Dean growled.

  Dean and his brother stared off for an intense minute before Vaughn turned around and stormed out of the office. Vaughn had just slammed the door closed when Johann walked up to him.

  “Feel like a jackass now?” Johann asked.

  “Maybe,” Vaughn nodded.

  “I told you Dean would never do that. I can’t believe you actually thought that he would. You should have automatically known that picture was a fake. Face it, your fiancée left you because you’re a fucking prick… not because of Dean.” Johann shook his head as he walked away from his brother. Johann walked into Dean’s office unannounced.

  “Get out,” Dean barked, not looking up.

  “No,” Johann said dispassionately as he went to sit in the chair across from Dean’s desk.

  “I thought you were Vaughn.”

  “Vaughn is a hot headed asshole… everyone knows that. He’s a temper-driven tyrant but I know that deep down, Vaughn doesn’t really believe you would do something like that,” Johann said.

  “Yes he does… but Vaughn is the least of my worries. I don’t want Lux to see that shit,” he said with a look of remorse, something Johann had never seen on his brother’s face before.

  “Lux is a very nice girl, I’m sure she will understand.”

  “I know Lux, and I’m not taking that chance. I’m going to find the person who launched those pictures,” Dean vowed.

  “I feel sorry for that person.” Johann shook his head.

  “As you should.”

  “I’m going to make a few calls to see what I can find as well,” Johann assured him.

  “Let me know.”

  “The second I find something,” he finished before he turned to leave.

  Dean watched his brother leave and sat there for a moment as he tried to gain some control over his anger. He felt his wrath flickering inside; he was ready for war. He would find the person who sent those pictures and destroy him or her. He was ready to tear down the walls in rage, when out of the corner of his eye he noticed the small piece of red tape attached to a file. It was a tiny piece from the red tape they’d used to block the Lounge entrance.

  “Lux.” He grinned and grabbed his coat. He would deal with this mess later, when he was less volatile. Right now, he was going to see Lux. He needed her and now he would insist that she cancel that meeting.

  ***

  After spending her entire life without Dean, Lux was not thrilled about spending the majority of her night without him. She had to admit, she was somewhat fixated with the man. She never thought this day would come, but now that it was here, she would embrace it. She would throw caution to the wind and take a chance with her heart. Unfortunately, she had promised Clifton that she would tell his business associates how much he’d helped her. Not only had he helped her, but he’d gone above and beyond the call of duty. That meant that canceling on Clifton wasn’t an option; it just wouldn’t be fair. Skipping the woe is me; she decided to just get ready and try to get this night over with as quickly as possible. The sooner it got started, the sooner it would be over. Then she would be able to spend the rest of her night with Dean. She was ready to pick up right where they left off.

  Lux stripped down and slipped into the steaming bathtub. It felt amazing, the heat enveloped her skin and the water shifted like hands across her breasts. She parted her legs and let the warm water seep in. she gasped and shifted when she felt that touchy little nub begin to pulse. She started to think Dean and his magical hands; then before she knew it, she was sliding her own hand between her legs. She had just begun to circle her clit when her thoughts of Dean intensified. Masturbating to a man she knew intimately was a whole new experience for her. She threw her leg over the side of the tub as she deepened the pressure. She arched her back a bit and then slid down to feel the warmth of the water tingle against her breasts.

  She was deep in a fantasy when her phone rang. She tried to ignore it, hoping they would hang up, but it kept ringing. She had a feeling she already knew who it was. She sat up, quickly dried her hand and grabbed her phone. Her body tightened a little when she saw his name on the screen.

  D.B

  _____

  What are you doing?

  Lux<3

  _____

  Taking a bath.

  D.B

  _____

  I’m coming over.

  Lux<3

  _____

  I have that business meeting tonight.

  D.B

  _____

  Cancel it. I need to see you.

  Lux<3

  _____

  I can’t cancel; its business. I promised. We discussed this!

  D.B

  _____

  You’re cancelling. I’ll be there within the hour.

  She knew by the urgency in his text that he was serious so she jumped out of the tub and quickly dried off. She grabbed her full outfit for the night and got dressed in record time. She had just finished her hair and makeup when she received a text from Dean telling her that he just pulled up. She headed over to her bedroom window and watched him walk over to the front door. She could not help but to take a deep breath and appreciate him. Just seeing his large, muscular frame strut to her front door was enough to make her want to pounce on him the second he walked in.

  “Damn! You should have finished masturbating when you had the chance. Too bad there wasn’t more time.”

  Just the thought of him had a way of setting her lower body on fire. She shifted as she felt her vagina begin to pulse.

  “Hussy,” she murmured with a satisfied grin.

  ***

  Pixie answered the door in a pair of black and orange striped pajamas, complete with a large crown on her head.

  “Hey Wrecker! Lux is in her room,” Pixie smirked and stepped to the side as he headed towards that direction.

  “Hey Wrecker, are you hungry?” Kiki called to him when he walked by the kitchen.

  “No,” he continued on his way to Lux’s room.

  Pixie scrambled into the kitchen and whispered, “He looks a little pissed off.”

  “I noticed,” Kiki agreed.

  Lux received a warning text from Pixie that Dean was on his way up to her room. She finished buckling her bright orange platform shoes and headed to unlock the door. She had just taken a step when she heard the door knob turn. She hurried when he began to pound.

  “Open the door, Lux!”

  “Do not cave, Lux. You promised Clifton you would help him out. Do not let Dean talk you out of this!” she warned herself. She was going to pinch her leg but, unfortunately, that feeling had morphed for her. It no longer brought relief; it only reminded her of Dean slapping her ass.

  “Lux!” he yelled and smashed the door again with his fist.

  Lux swung open the door and stared at him as if he were daft before she snapped, “What is the matter with you? Are yo
u trying to break the door down?”

  “That’s not how you greet me.” He walked past her and into the bedroom.

  “How should I greet you?” she slammed the door and put her hands on her hips.

  “Naked and or on your knees,” he growled as he turned to face her. When he saw what she was wearing, he froze and lost his train of thought.

  She was wearing a black and white color block, strapless, skater dress that accented her curves to perfection. She wore a skinny, orange belt around her cinched in waist that matched her shoes. He instantaneously felt the breath leave his chest when he realized he could see the slight bump of her nipples. He needed to start locking this girl up.

  “What are you wearing?” He roared.

  “A dress,” she stated simply.

  “Are you wearing a bra?” he asked as he poked her nipple.

  “Don’t be a pig,” she chastised him as she crossed her arms over her chest. The poke to her chest had worked against her plan to ignore his advances. Her nipples were tightening by the second.

  “Let me see,” he reached for her, but she stepped back in time to avoid him. “You have to the count of three to let me see. If not, I will tear that dress apart.”

  “Yes, I am wearing a strapless bra,” she said hoping that he didn’t notice the increasing length of her nipples.

  “Why are you dressed up?”

  “Because where I am going requires me to dress up,” she said defensively.

  “You said you were going to a business meeting,” he took a step closer to her.

  “I am.”

  “That’s not a business dress; that’s an easy access dress.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. “Why would you wear an easy access dress on a business meeting?”

  “It’s not an easy access dress,” she hollered back.

  “No?” he asked as he yanked the bottom of her dress up to her waist and grabbed her pussy. He lightly pinched her nether lips as he reached around with his other hand and slapped her ass. “That’s not easy access?”

  She took a deep breath as she controlled the cyclonic pleasure building within her. She attempted to lower her skirt, but he refused to remove his hand from between her legs. She tried to take a step away from him, but he held her nether lips tightly, preventing her from going too far.

  “All dresses are like that; that’s why they are called dresses.”

  “Who are you going with?” he asked as he took a step forward, refusing to let go of her vagina.

  “Just a friend.” She tried to shove his hand away.

  “Which friend?” He grabbed her wrist and held her arm still as he pinched her lips a little harder.

  “You don’t know him,” she yelled at him, trying to refrain from pulling her dress back up or spreading her legs. Just when she thought she would cave, he released her sex.

  “Him? Him?” he roared as he towered over her.

  “Yes, him.” She stood her ground, refusing to be backed down by him.

  “You’re not leaving this fucking house. Call and cancel that date now!”

  “No, and it’s not a date.”

  “You better fucking call him or I will knock him out the second he steps foot on this property,” he threatened.

  “No! I’m going to that business meeting; I promised him that I would help him. It’s just this one time, it will never happen again.”

  “It’s not going to happen now.”

  “I promised him.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what you promised him, you’re not going! You think that I’d allow you to go on some fuckin date?”

  “It’s not a date; it’s a business meeting,” she yelled.

  “Not in that dress it’s not.” He grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it forward, giving a generous view of her breasts. “You see this?”

  “I’m wearing a blazer, too,” she said as she looked down to see her breasts on full display.

  “No you’ll be wearing my hand print on your ass. If you go on this date, there will be severe consequences.”

  “How many times do I have to tell you it is not a date? It’s a business meeting, and I’m going!” she snapped at him.

  “If you know what’s good for you, you will cancel that date now!” he warned her, clearly out of patience, but she didn’t care.

  “I will be in and out in less than an hour,” she tried to reassure him.

  “You’re playing with fire,” he warned her in a serious tone.

  “Be reasonable, Dean,” she scoffed.

  “I am being reasonable, very reasonable! You’re not going on that date. This is your last chance to call him and cancel. Do him a favor because I’m going to hurt him.”

  “I need to finish getting ready; he should be here soon,” she said impatiently as she stared into his eyes.

  “He’s coming here to pick you up?” he stormed, his eyes wide and red with anger.

  “Yes.”

  It was literally all that Dean could take. He grabbed her and held her against the wall.

  “Good, he can stand outside your door and listen to me fuck you,” he growled as he yanked her dress back up to her waist. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth to wet it and then thrust his hand into her panties.

  “It’s not what you think; it’s just a meeting. He wants me to tell his associates how he helped me,” she tried to explain as he began to manipulate her clitoris.

  “He helped you do what?” He applied a little more pressure.

  “Construction on the building…a while ago,” she turned her head as she blatantly lied to him.

  She felt horrible doing it and was suddenly consumed with guilt. But now was not the time to tell him about her private detective. She would tell him but not like this; she would wait until he was calm and Clifton was not on his way. She knew that Dean would feel betrayed if he knew that she was helping the man who had helped her fight against him. He wouldn’t understand right now.

  “Look at me,” he grabbed the back of her head with his free hand, forcing her to face him. “Don’t you look away.”

  She wanted to turn her head as his thumb vigorously circled her clit. Her legs were shaking, the muscles in her thighs were jumping and she was becoming light headed as the fever took ahold of her.

  “Are you going to cancel that date?” he asked as he felt her body react.

  “No,” she whispered stubbornly as her breath caught in her throat. She could feel the orgasm begin.

  “I’m not sharing you with anyone…ever. You’re not leaving here,” he hissed as the orgasm took ahold of her.

  “Oh shit,” She cried out, holding him for support as the orgasm rocked her body.

  He watched her face as she came and then bent to whisper in her ear, “You’re mine until the day that you die, Lux, so you better get used to this.”

  ***

  Pixie opened the door and was surprised to see Clifton. He stood in the doorway, wearing an expensive suit, and holding a big bouquet of red roses.

  “Hey it’s our personal private dick. What are you doing here?” Pixie asked with a smirk.

  “Hi Pixie; I’m here to see Lux,” he smiled widely.

  “My Lux?”

  “Yes,” he nodded.

  “Does she even know that you’re here?” Pixie looked doubtful.

  “Yes, we are going out tonight,” he nodded.

  “Oh. Then by all means, do come in.” Pixie smirked and started to chuckle. She stepped to the side and let him enter.

  “Thank you,” he said with a nod as he walked into the living room.

  “Wait here. I’ll just text Lux and let her know that you’re here,” she told him as she grabbed her cell and texted Lux.

  Lux picked up her cell phone to see the message from Pixie.

  Clifton is here to see you… Sneaky girl

  “He’s here.” Lux informed Dean.

  Dean felt a powerful rage explode through his body.

  He grabbed Lux and
immediately put his hand over her mouth. With the speed of light he took off his belt and quickly buckled her wrists behind her back. He picked her up, carried her to the closet, and locked her in using the outside deadbolt. He turned the music up to drown out her yelling, took a deep breath to control his rising rage, and then headed downstairs to meet her date.

  Lux had heard him lock the door from the outside. She’d gotten that lock years ago to prevent her sister from stealing her clothes.