“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.