Just One Touch

by Mandy Rosko

  She stopped thinking about it and just grabbed the bottle, nearly tearing out of the room before she stopped herself.

  Damnit. Dex wanted her to show up naked.

  "Stupid, stubborn, ass," she muttered to herself. She kicked off her shoes, pulled down her stockings and panties—this was the second pair that Dex had her make a mess of today—and now it was just a matter of getting the zipper to her dress down and getting out of the thing.

  She thought she heard a tear as she struggled out of her dress, but it didn't matter. She kicked all of her clothes into the corner, holding her new set in front of her like they were a shield.

  It was way too cold in here. Her areolae around her nipples seemed to shrink as the nipples themselves puckered, the rest of her skin becoming tight with goosebumps again.

  She was definitely going to turn the heat up after this.

  Melody took a breath, her hand on the door handle that would lead out. If Leah wasn't still helping the two males get settled, then she was about to get a full on view of what her boss looked like with no clothes on.

  Melody just hoped that it would be impressive enough for Dex, a man, stag, who had seen every shape of woman imaginable.

  She stepped outside the photography room, and walked as briskly as she could over the cold hardwood floors, and back to the stairs. Her feet hardly made any noise at all now that she was no longer in shoes.

  She kept her back straight and breath even, just like she had never taken her clothes off to begin with. Why not even slow down a bit and take her time? This was her house and if Leah saw her then it was no one's fault but her own for not being downstairs like she was supposed to be.

  Melody got back to her bedroom without incident, not entirely sure if she felt disappointed over that fact. Her heart was still thumping as she opened the door, spun around before her eyes could meet Dex's, and closed and locked the door behind her.

  His movements were so soft and quick she barely registered that he stood behind her until the heat of his body enveloped her.

  "Very nice," His hands slid down to the flat expanse of her stomach, fingers dipping down low to her thighs, and then back up again before he pulled her against the hard muscles of his chest. His cock was hard and pressing against her ass. He'd taken his pants off while she'd been gone, but his lust was as strong as ever. It was as though she'd never left the room at all.

  "Keep touching me," Melody begged. His regular touch, that slide of his palms up and down her stomach and between her legs was already driving her insane. She wanted him in her head, then she wanted his cock inside her body. She wanted him all over and around her.

  "Was that a command, my little doe?"

  Melody's entire body clenched in frustration as Dex removed his hands. If this was what being a stag was like in the house of someone who wouldn't provide sex, then she had a lot of apologizing to do.

  She'd do it after he gave her what she had to have. "No, master. Please touch me, I need it."

  She turned her head enough so that he could see her eyes, see just how much she needed it, how she craved him, always had.

  He took pity on her, returning his large palms to her belly. He didn't use his engineered ability, however. He just used himself. One hand slid up her chest and cupped her small breast, roughly squeezing and massaging, his fingers pinching her nipples. His other hand, palm down on her skin, slid down, down, down, until finally reaching the curls between her legs, slipping within them. Her pulse jumped as she felt his fingertips brush against the moist folds of her sex.

  She thrust against him, but he didn't enter her.

  "You want my fingers in your cunt?"

  His breath was warm against her neck, his lips even warmer.

  "Yes, please, master." She continued to rock against his hand. He was holding her in just the sort of way that she could put almost all her weight into his hands, trusting that he wouldn't drop her. This allowed for more friction as she rubbed herself against his hand, until he finally slipped his fingers inside.

  Melody keened, her breathing turning sporadic, and she pushed against him, loving the feel of his cock behind her, still hard and waiting. She reached down and grabbed his hand, pressing it hard against her clit.

  "Impatient. Typical."

  "Shut up," she said, falling out of character.

  He didn't reprimand her. She wouldn't have had the power over her mind to wonder or even ask why, had his hand not disappeared from her breast, the other stilling all movements.

  She looked over her shoulder. "What—"

  His lips pushed against her mouth in a painful kiss. His tongue, like an invading warrior, forced open her lips with little protest on her part.

  He was kissing her. He was finally kissing her again after so long apart. It was rough and hard, but he wasn't fucking her mouth with his tongue. Melody didn't like that description, nor did she think it applied to her situation.

  Dex's kiss was lust, desperation, and longing all rolled together. He had no taste that she could recognize, other than his natural self.

  He didn't want to admit it, but he'd missed her too, it seemed.

  Then she realized where his hands had gone as the sound of a zipper registered in her ears.

  Dex released his hard prick, pulled her hips back, and pushed her forward until she had to throw her hands out to catch herself on the door, dropping the garment and panties she'd been holding onto.

  She could have cried out her relief. Finally. Finally!

  As a stag, it was a wonder he'd been able to hold back for so long while he did this to her. He'd likely been torturing himself as much as he'd been torturing her.

  He still held back. Melody could feel the tip of his cock, just nudging her entrance where he held it in place.

  "Fuck me, yes, please," Melody cried out, her body shivering and desperate.

  Dex was far too gone to give a reply, he made a guttural sound and plunged inside her.

  He was inside her. She hadn't needed the lube after all. Melody bucked and screamed as he thrust in and out, stretching her inner walls. There was no taking their time here now, no slow build up. That was done and over with. Dex's hips moved for one purpose only, his body punching in and out of her, and Melody met him every step of the way. He'd toyed with her enough that her body exploded in orgasm almost the instant he thrust into her, but her pleasure continued to build despite how her body should have been calming down, and already it was better than ever before. That wonderful building inside her vagina that she wanted so much, but fought so hard against to draw out her torture for as long as possible.

  Dex's arms came around her, one around her shoulders, the other clutching her stomach, keeping their bodies tightly together as he fucked her, leaving Melody practically squished between Dex's warm, muscled body, and the hard wooden door.

  He must have taken note of that as well, because the next thing she knew, he was pulling out of her.

  She spun on him, already in a panic as she punched his shoulder. She might as well have thrown as ball of paper at brick wall. "No! You can't do that now!"

  His eyes were wild with lust. "I'm not going to," he said, grabbing her by the shoulders and flipping her around again.

  He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back a step, away from the door. "Hold onto the handle," he commanded.

  She did as she was told, then heard a long tearing rip.

  Oh, shit. The pretty sexy blue... she couldn't even remember what it was called at this point, her brain was too fogged up with impatient lust. Either way, he'd destroyed it, and was now using the torn strips to tie her hands to he door handle.

  She thought of her bathroom counter, or her mahogany dresser, anywhere else he cold bend her over, really. Why tie her to the door?

  Then he flipped the latch to the lock.

  "What are you doing?" she asked. If she forgot herself while he was thrusting inside her, or if she so much as put too much of her balance against the door, she could end
up opening it and they would both tumble out of her room and out into the open.

  "To make sure you keep your focus," Dex said, grabbing her hips and thrusting his cock inside her once more.

  She released a sound that was both pleasure filled and shocked. She grabbed onto the only thing available to her, which was the door handle, because Dex had tied her to it, the bastard, and in turn, she nearly opened the door on them.

  No one was out in the hall, that she saw, but she quickly pulled it back before Leah could come over, asking about the noise, or some question about the two other stag who, at the moment, Melody had no patience for.

  Dex chuckled, then groaned, and he moved inside her again. He was purposely taking his time now, teasing her, keeping her on edge. There were stag who could see, for lack of a better word, just how much, or little, hard or gentle, fast or slow, their clients needed it in order to orgasm. Those stag were expensive to buy and still cost a pretty penny to rent.

  Considering Dex's ability to stimulate another person with the most innocent of touches, it didn't shock her that he could do this too.

  If he really wanted to, Dex could fuck her, could pleasure her, but never bring her to orgasm, for as long as he wished. For hours if he wanted, providing he was able to hold himself back for that long.

  Not an ordinary stag, she reminded herself. He could do it.

  The thought nearly caused Melody to lose her focus, and she nearly slipped, pushing down on the door handle again. It banged loudly when she pulled it back, trying to keep it firmly shut.

  "Am I not keeping your interest, little doe?" Dex was back in the role of client, but he sounded insulted and even a little panicked. That his abilities were slipping?

  It would be cruel of her, but she needed him to do it. "I guess I'm still a little tired out from the car ride. You're still doing fine, though. Don't worry. I'm sure I'll eventually have an orgasm at this pace."

  So the right thing to say. Dex growled and plunged into her roughly, his skin slapping her in hard succession, his balls bouncing against her backside.

  Melody smiled as little explosions were set off inside her body, each thrust a giant leap forward to where she most wanted to go. Dex's grip would leave finger shaped bruises on her waist, but she didn't care.

  That felt so fucking good.

  "You're damn right it does," Dex hissed into her ear. Melody hadn't even been aware she'd spoken out loud.

  Then he wasn't just giving her the best sex of her life, but he started using his touch on her at the same time.

  Melody had never before experienced a three-way, or a four-way, but now it was like two pairs of extra hands had come along to join her for the ride. Dex was speaking to her, but she had no idea what he was saying because all she could focus on was the absolute, mind fuck that was her pulsing pleasure.

  Hands, slick with lubricant, pinched her nipples, the fingertips teasing up and down her ribs and thighs, just the way Dex had done to her before. Another cock appeared, its head touching her lips, begging her to open them to it, and she did. She felt the hard, thick shaft moving back and forth over her tongue, tasted the saltiness of the veiny length. She imagined it was Dex in her mouth, even while he fucked her at the same time. The extra hands were his as well, pinching and teasing her.

  She didn't imagine it as being him like he was some sort of eight armed man with several penises between his legs, but the sensations of those extra hands that weren't really there, of that cock in her mouth, were all coming from him, from his ability to get inside her mind while he was inside her body, and so they were his.

  Dex moaned, his hips jerking, his cock pounding into her hard. "Melody, you're so fucking beautiful, bent over like that with my cock in your pussy."

  It wasn't his dirty talk that did it, but the fact that he'd called out her name while saying those things. Role playing or not, stag and doe just didn't do that. It made her stop to take notice. Dex had cried out her name. The realization made her inner walls clench and quiver with release.

  Her knees buckled as the thought sent her over the edge that she had been striving so hard to get to. Those invisible hands and dick suddenly vanished from her body, leaving nothing but the real thing and not the illusions as Dex's breathy gasps quickened, the pumping of his hips more desperate as her inner walls squeezed him while she came.

  Then he came too, his hips jerking as his cock released inside her. For a panicked second, she recalled they were using no protection, and she hadn't even bothered to take a pregnancy strip before allowing him inside her.

  But then, yeah, of course, it was easy to forget Dex couldn't get her pregnant. It was easy to forget he was a stag period.

  Dex's hand shot out to steady himself on the wall beside the door, but Melody felt his hot breath against her neck and back as he leaned over top of her, his muscles still producing a gentle spasm as he brought himself back under control.

  He reached down, untying her hands from the door and gently easing himself out of her. It had been so long since Melody had been with a man, and never had any of her experiences left her sex feeling so swollen and well used. It was a good thing Dex was being gentle with her now, otherwise the separation from him would have been too painful.

  Before he could even pull together the strength to right herself and pick up her clothes, Dex's arms came around and under her, lifting her up bridal style. So shocking was this new position that she squeezed him in surprise.

  "What are you doing?" she asked, though it became obvious as he approached her bed, lifting aside her goose feather comforter and easing her onto her sheets. He didn't tuck her in, but left her exposed as he sat at the foot of the bed, his hands clasped together, looking at her in a way she'd never seen him do.

  Except, yes, she had seen that look on his face before. The night they were caught kissing in her room, and she'd lied and said he'd come in uninvited.

  Was he expecting her to do something terrible again? "What's the matter?" she asked, her own insecurities making their way to the forefront of her mind as she gently reached out her hand to touch his arm.

  He was so stiff. He looked away from her and cleared his throat.

  "What are your plans for me?"

  "I—what do you mean?"

  He sighed. "You know what I mean. I gave you what you wanted, you had your fun, but I'm still a stag and you're a handler. My handler. Will you sell me? Rent me out? I know I have no right to know these things, or even ask, but I was still hoping you'd fill me in."

  Melody's heart slammed into her throat, and she had trouble speaking. "I won't sell you, Dex,"

  He nodded. "Rental then,"

  "No!" She reached for him, flung herself at him, really, and wrapped her arms around his body, holding him close. "I—I don't want you to be with anyone else but me. I'm sorry for what I did to you, Dex. I'm really sorry," she spoke that last part on a sob, but quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and pushed down all the guilt and shame she felt over her actions so that she could keep speaking. She had already apologized to him, and he had dictated his terms for forgiveness, but she felt she needed to say it again.

  This wasn't about her, it was about him, and what he had suffered because of her.

  "I didn't know how hard things were for you, or what they would have done to you after I lied. I did it because I didn't want to get in trouble and I didn't know they would have hurt you."

  His hand touched her hair, caressing her, calming her. "I know,"

  "I won't sell you Dex. I won't rent you out either, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do," she promised, losing all control and flat you crying against him.

  Like before, he put his arms around her, only this time he held her tightly to his bare chest, making soothing noises and rocking her gently. Her smaller body was nearly swallowed up by the protective embrace of his larger one.

  Then he kissed her hair and rested his cheek against the top of her head. "I love you princess, always have. Yo
u could do whatever you want and I would let you, if I was a stag or not."

  She looked up at him. "You love me?"

  He nodded, jaw clenched, almost looking angry with himself. For having those feelings, or having admitted to them, she couldn't say.

  Melody kissed him, easing the pressure he was creating on his molars. When she tasted wet salt, she pulled away, only to realize it wasn't just coming from her, but from both of them. It seemed her kiss was answer enough to Dex's revelation. "Stay with me?" she asked.

  He gave her a look.

  "You have the choice," Melody said quickly. "I'll let you decide. I'll make you as free as I can, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. In here," she looked up and around, motioning with her head to the whole bedroom. "You can tell me what to do. I'll be a doe and you can be my client if you want. It could be just you and me."

  Dex looked away from her, and she could practically see the gears turning in his head. "I'm not human," he said.

  "I know."

  "There will be lots of things I can't give you."

  She nodded. "I know," she repeated.

  When he became silent again, she waited, holding her breath, for his answer, and praying that his male pride wouldn't have him turn down her offer rather than allowing her to care for him so that they could spend these few, secret moments together as equals.

  Melody had already apologized to him, and he had made her understand what exactly it was that Dex and other stag and doe had to go through when they were denied sex as punishment, or teased to the point that it was nearly a torture.

  She had done that so he would forgive her, and she had no doubt in her mind that he would now that she'd proven she really was sorry for how she had treated him.

  However, right now, she was giving him something no one had ever thought to give a stag before. She was giving him a choice. To stay with her, or to take his chances and be sold to someone else. He said he loved her, but Dex was smart. He would know that just because he had feelings for Melody, and she for him, that it didn't mean he had to try and be with her. A stag could never be free in real, human terms, but Melody had offered him the best she could.