Just One Touch (3 page)

Marcy
was having none of that. She held out her hands to Melody and
looped their arms together, all best friends forever like, as they
walked towards the tethered stag.

He
wasn't just looking at Melody now, he was studying her. His shrewd
eyes, going up and down her not so fabulous body, made her shrink a
little on the inside. Noting the lack of difference the years made
on her curves, no doubt.

Despite
her hurt pride, she moved like she was on a catwalk.

Still,
did he have to look at her like that? It was hard for Melody to
find and wear clothes that made her body look sexy. She was too
skinny—and yes, there was such a thing—so as far as curves went, it
was fair to say that she had about as many curves as a twig. Dex's
eyes made sure that she knew about it too.

The
crowd was still laughing and cheering and smiling as she made her
way up and stood before the towering male. From down below with the
rest of the ladies, he was big, but up close, he stood a whole head
taller than her, and she wasn't exactly short, and his body size
alone had to be four times what she had.

She
gulped as she looked up at him. She'd forgotten how big he was. His
massive chest rose and fell in even breaths, his nipples slightly
budded from the air conditioning. Every inch of her skin tightened
at the urge to touch him. It had been so long since those days when
she would slink into his room, or he into hers, for a few minutes
alone.

She'd
looked at the male body before, plenty of times, stag and men. It
was a requirement for her job and the times she'd dated.

Dex was
far superior to anyone she'd ever seen, even now, years later when
she had more experience in such things.

“
Alright ladies, now that we have our volunteer, let's get on
with the show!” Marcy raised her arm up high, her hand fisted,
enticing the crowd into more cheering and clapping that engulfed
the whole space of the room.

Dex's
face suddenly relaxed, and his lips lifted in the gentlest of
smiles, and Melody couldn't hear herself think. Only a strange
thumping in her ears as her breath picked up.

“
Have you ever kissed anyone before?” she'd asked him, feeling
scrawny and simple next to his muscles.

“
No,” he replied. Dex stood straight, back to her door,
waiting to be commanded. He looked ridiculous standing in her room,
her pink painted room, a colour she hated, and filled with stuffed
animals. She never had much use for them, except now, hiding behind
one of her teddy bears seemed like a comforting idea.

“
Liar,” she said, her eyes going up and down his body. He was
dressed as he usually was. Feet bare, huge chest exposed. Today he
was wearing joggers instead of dress pants. He was for her mother's
personal use, not to be done up and rented out, so there was no
need to put him in expensive suits. He hadn't been oiled, his hair
hadn't been gelled, and it was even allowed to grow out a
little.

That dark brow lifted. “You don't believe me?”

“
Of course not, you're a stag.” It had come out bitchier than
intended, but she didn't care. It had gone around her school that
her mother was keeping a stag in their house, and Melody was the
one bearing the brunt of that.

There was nothing illegal about it, nothing even morally
wrong with it, but the other girls in school were making her life
hell, asking if she herself was allowed access to the stag, and
saying that she must not be a virgin because their rooms were
virtually next to each other. Fucking Stephanie, Melody's
former
best friend, had
been the one to let that slip. Even the boy she liked wouldn't look
at her anymore, and just when she'd finally got up the courage to
tell him her name.

It had hurt.

That didn't stop her from wanting to get back at her mother,
or the way her stomach constricted, or her heart from skipping
beats now that she'd finally gotten Dex in her room. The one place
in the house he was forbidden to be.

Dex
reached his hand out to her, and the sensations she'd felt then
were on her now, only worse. She couldn't hear the crowd anymore,
just the hard drum beating in her ears. Her heart.

His
fingers were hot as they touched down on her collar bone. A shiver
passed through her entire body. Her sex throbbed immediately as
though he had touched her there, crooking his finger inside her
folds. Then his calloused, warm palm lay flat down over her heart.
He slid his hand up and around the curve of her neck. There was no
pressure, no grip, he was just resting his hand there.

He'd
touched her before, but it had always been innocent, he'd never
done this, the thing he'd always refused to do to her no matter how
much she'd order him to. He wouldn't have sex with her, and he
wouldn't touch her in that way he was engineered to do. This would
be the very first time, and now, in front of all these people, he
had to do it.

Melody's
legs shook as the electric tingles shot straight down from his hot
touch all the way to her swollen sex. Her lips trembled, and she
bit down on them to keep from showing any other outwards signs of
pleasure, but then, that invisible finger moved and stroked her
through her wet panties, she jolted and moaned.

It
wasn't a long, drawn out sort of sound. Because she'd been holding
back, it came out as more of a startled squeak, but it was enough
to pull her out of the haze she was falling into and become more
aware of the things around her.

Dex
still hadn't moved, his hand stayed right where it was, the other
down at his side, not touching the folds of her sex, not rubbing at
her clit. What the hell...how was he doing this?

The
buzzing crowd grew silent, as though they were watching an
engrossing play, rather than a quick sex show. No one could take
their eyes away, and despite the fact that Melody already had her
proof that his touch was indeed bringing her physical pleasure with
no apparent effort on his part, she couldn't bring herself to give
the command to stop.

It was
too good. Exactly what she'd wanted him to do to her. If only it
was his real hand touching her between her legs and not...whatever
it was she was feeling down there.

So it
went on. More sensations passed through her. Even though she was
still fully dressed, she felt the distinctive lick of a velvet
tongue swiping down her stomach, her thighs, and then inside the
place she wanted it most. As though he were actually between her
thighs, a hand ghosted back up her body to pinch and caress her
breast and nipple.

Melody
squeezed her eyes shut against the onslaught, but they kept right
on coming. Her hair came down from her bun in waves, his fingers
threading through the strands, grabbing, pulling her closer as Dex
climbed up her body. She opened her mouth to the sensation of his
soft lips on hers, and his cock thrusting inside her.

When she
opened her eyes, she jerked back in surprise. Dex still had only
his one hand on her, her hair was up, and she was still fully
dressed.

“
What—?” She nearly fell back a step, but now Dex's hand
tightened on her shoulder. A little smile played on his
lips.

“
You always wanted this.”

She
barely saw his lips move as he spoke. Rough and accusing words they
were, but he was right, and now, he wasn't about to let her get
away.

Her face
felt overly hot, and she knew she was that unattractive red she
became whenever the heat got away with her. A layer of warm sweat
broke out over her skin, but Dex kept right on going.

The
jolting pleasure hit her again as she felt the steady thrusting
inside her speed up. She couldn't take it anymore. Melody collapsed
against his chest, allowing his other arm to wrap around her. He
held her up as she gasped and moaned in earnest.

She
didn't care about the hundreds of people watching her. People? What
people? It was just her and him. Dex never moved his hands, he just
held her.

Then the
images came on along with the sensations. Visions of herself on her
back, legs open to the man in front of her, then on her knees in
front of him while he pumped in and out of her mouth.

For a
second it was like she wasn't even on stage anymore, but alone with
him in her bedroom, having the best sex of her life.

“
Oh, God, fuck me!” she cried out.

“
I will.”

Then the
pulsing, mind numbing, pleasure building inside her hit that peak
and it was a downward glide from there, faster and faster until
everything inside her exploded and let go.

When she
opened her eyes, she was on her knees, for real this time, and not
in her mind. Dex's hand was no longer on the crook of her neck, as
he was still standing straight, but Melody kept a firm grip on his
calf. She didn't remember grabbing him.

Her
vagina throbbed, she needed a change in underwear, and she was
still catching her breath. Her heart and lungs were having trouble
working as she panted for breath while that hard beating raged in
her ears.

Then she
stopped and fully took in her position. Oh damn, she was on her
knees. She looked up at the outright shock on Dex's face. The
breath of the hall seemed to be on hold.

Melody
didn't know what had actually happened, but she could picture it,
and think on what it must have looked like to the crowd of
people.

A stag
had forcefully put a human woman on her knees. Completely
illegal.

Putting
a stag or doe on their knees was not an issue, and buyers only
allowed themselves to be put on their knees when no one was around
to see it.

Forcing
a buyer or handler on their knees was considered a defiant act,
comparable to the violence of pushing a human down, attempting to
escape, or attempting to force sex, and punishable by immediate
death.

The two
handlers came forward before Melody could pull herself up. They
grabbed for her arms instead of Dex's, hauling her up and dusting
her off, as though nothing happened.

Marcy
quickly took the forefront of the stage. “As you all can see, he
has a real impact!”

Small,
nervous smiles and chuckles sounded. Hesitant clapping followed
that only grew stronger and louder as the atmosphere
cleared.

It
wasn't unusual for a handler to try and brush off any untoward
behaviours of her stag in order to keep from losing out on income,
or pay fines. Melody was just glad no one here was a stickler for
the law.

“
How do you feel?”

Melody
jerked. Marcy had been talking to her.

She took
stock of herself. Her knees were still iffy and she was leaning
against one of the handlers to keep her balance. She pulled away
and straightened herself. It was a matter of willpower to make her
voice come out strong without clearing her throat. God, she hoped
she wasn't still blushing. “He does what you said he
does.”

Marcy
shot away from her before Melody even finished speaking, focusing
all her attention back on the audience. “There you have it, ladies!
Bidding is now open at five hundred dollars. Any bids for five
hundred?”

Of
course someone put their hand up, and another, and another. The few
buyers who thought Melody was faking it just walked off to keep
browsing amongst the other stag available.

Melody
wasn't about to do the same. She looked back to Dex, who was still
chained to the post in the centre of the stage. No one came to
escort Melody off. It was like they'd forgotten all about her now
that the bidding wars were starting.

Not Dex.
He was staring at her, hard. The hand that had brought her such an
intense orgasm was now resting on one of his chains.

Every
memory she had of him came back like they were happening all over
again, every feeling he had stirred inside her, and the grief she
felt when he'd been taken away.

She was
done her shopping.

“
One hundred thousand,” Melody said.

Marcy
stopped to look at her. “Pardon?”

“
I bid one hundred thousand dollars for this stag.”

Poor
Marcy looked like a rabbit in a wolf's den. She looked back out
amongst the sea of buyers, clearly not knowing what to do. It
seemed no one ever tried to outbid like this on her watch
before.

“
The bidding is still down to only two thousand. Are
you—?”

“
I'm sure. One hundred thousand.”

Marcy
deactivated the tiny mic in her ear and stepped closer, keeping her
voice down so the crowd below couldn't hear her. “That's a lot of
money. Will you be able to pay it?” Marcy's eyes roamed up and down
Melody's suit dress, her heels, and makeup. It was as though she
were trying to determine whether or not Melody's clothes were as
expensive as they looked.

Melody
pulled out her plasti-tab from her beaded purse, stretched the
screen out to a comfortable size, and loaded the encrypted page for
her banking information. “Right now if you like.”