Just One Touch (5 page)

The
males in the back she figured would keep each other busy enough,
and be able to share a room. Melody would prefer it if Dex were to
stay in her room, but didn't want to seem presumptuous.

Seeming
presumptuous to a stag! She was losing her frickin'
mind.

“
Make sure they get bathed and settled, Leah," she said to her
assistant when they arrived. Leah, a college girl with a blond
ponytail, was currently trying to get the two males up and about.
They tired each other out it seemed.

"Yes,
ma'am," she replied.

"Good.
You,” she nodded to Dex, who stared at her with undisguised
indifference. “Come with me.”

She
immediately went for the stairs, knowing Dex was behind her even
though she couldn't hear his bare footfalls against her
carpet.

Leah
took hold of the two males and gently led them through the kitchens
and to the servants quarters where they would be
staying.

This is
a bad idea, Melody thought. Having sex with your own male was a bad
idea, not good business. Especially when the stag was angry with
the handler.

She
needed this, though. She couldn't just have that touch alone and
not have the real thing. No one could be that strong, have that
much willpower. No one.

“
This way,” she said, directing him to her bedroom. She would
show him to his own room herself later.

He
didn't answer. She had to look behind herself to be sure he was
actually following her.

He was,
and keeping an even pace with her too, even though his strides were
longer.

When
they made it to her master bedroom, she turned, shut, and locked
the door, and then twisted the dial for lights just enough to
produce a dim glow around them. Even she was restricted on the
amount of power she could use, regardless of the solar panels on
her roof.

She
couldn't help herself. She put her hands on the plains of his
chest, touching, stroking, and feeling.

Dex
seemed to be taking it all in stride. “What is it you wish me to
do, mistress?”

He
sounded about as excited as though she were going to make him do
math problems instead of enjoy the occupation of his
species.

"I want
you to tell me what happened after my mother sold you."

His eyes flashed, sharp and angry as they met hers. "What do
you
think
happened?"

He said
it through clenched teeth, and Melody winced.

She
could only imagine what had been done to a stag accused of coming
into the bedroom of the owner's daughter against her wishes. The
fact that he was even alive was a miracle.

"I—I was
fifteen, I didn't know what would happen to you."

"I was
eighteen, and I promise it wasn't fun."

Her
guilt took over, and she had to look away from him. Only through
sheer willpower could she force her eyes back onto his angry face.
He deserved that much, for her to at least look at him as she
apologized.

Not fun.
No kidding. Back then, she hadn't known the consequences for a lot
of the things she'd made him do. Coming into her room, wearing
shirts that would cover the bar code on his neck, and she hadn't
cared either. It wasn't until she got into the business herself did
she start to learn the rules, and eventually realize that Dex might
very well have been put down because of her actions.

"I am so
sorry," she said. "I'll do anything to make it up to
you."

His hard
features went from angry to interest in point nothing seconds.
"Anything?"

Uh oh.
She was going to regret this. The excited tingle in her body urged
her on, however. She swallowed hard over the sudden rock in her
throat, and nodded. "Anything."

His grin
was wicked. "Get out of those clothes, and get onto the bed, my
little doe."

Chapter Three

It was a
game he wanted to play. With Dex as the handler and Melody as the
doe. Had she not promised him she would do anything, she wouldn't
have done this.

"I said
strip,"

"I heard
you," she muttered pulling down the straps of her dress.

Dex's
hand flew out like a whip and latched onto her upper arm. Melody's
heart lurched under her tonsils, but Dex's smile remained mostly
playful. "Doe that talk back are punished. I can't wait to punish
you."

Her
small breasts heaved under the threat, her nipples becoming tight.
"Yes,"

"Yes
what?"

She
couldn't believe she was about to say this. "Yes,
master."

Dex's
eyes went down to her breasts and stayed there, his hand slipping
along the curve of her shoulder and around her neck. "Very
good."

She was
rewarded with a jolt of pleasure that ran like an electric current
from her nipples and down to her sex, which swelled and throbbed in
anticipation. She keened.

Dex
gripped her a little tighter to keep her standing straight, still
staring at her body. "Very nice."

Her
reaction, or her? She decided it didn't matter. She'd play the
horny doe all night if that was what he wanted, if that would make
him forgive her.

When she
steadied herself, he removed his hand from her neck and gripped the
straps of her dress that were now hanging at her sides. He pulled
down, hard. The dress was tight and Melody heard a slight tearing
sound as he exposed her breasts.

"No
bra?" He looked far from disappointed.

"I don't
need one, Master," she said, even though he likely got the picture
just by looking at how small her chest was.

"No you
don't," he said. Dex gripped her by the shoulders and leaned down,
stopping when they were at eye level. "Don't. Make. A
sound."

He
dipped down and took a puckered nipple into his mouth.

She bit
on her lips, but something did rise up through her throat. A small,
longing keen that he heard. He immediately stopped and looked up at
her, pinching her other nipple in punishment.

She
jumped at the sudden pain that felt strangely good. Melody knew she
had clients into some forms of pain during sex, but, as she'd never
tried it herself, she'd never seen the appeal.

It
wasn't all that bad.

"Listen
to me," Dex demanded.

Melody
blinked, realizing he'd been speaking as she was caught up in her
thoughts. "Yes, Master?"

"No more
sounds, or I stop and go right to sleep."

Melody
bristled in panic. "You can't do that! It's against your
nature!"

A stag
refusing sex? Was that even possible?

"My
nature?" Dex asked.

He was
still playing the game. She needed to get herself together if they
were going to do this. "My nature, Master," she corrected. "You
can't leave me like this, I'll die."

A little
over the top, but having him leave her like this definitely
wouldn't make her day.

Dex
smiled. "Do you want pleasure, little doe?"

He
cupped her breast, kneading it in his palm, and just like that he
was inside her head. He was touching her breast, and nothing else,
but those invisible hands were back, lifting what remained of her
dress, sensuously stroking her thighs, rubbing her through her
panties, pushing them out of the way, touching her wet folds and
petting her curls.

They
stopped.

"I asked
you a question," Dex said.

"Yes,
yes I want pleasure!" She reached out to grab his hands and put
them where she needed them, but he pulled back.

"Calm
yourself, doe. I won't touch you if you aren't calm."

Jesus
Christ, she was going to smack him. Her anger quickly left her,
however, as her body put more focus on the unbearable ache she
felt, the toe curling need to be brought to orgasm.

Melody
forced her hands down to her sides, doing her best to not even
allow the flesh of her arms to rub against her flesh, as that alone
was shiver inducing at the moment.

Melody
did something she never before in her life did. She begged for sex.
"I'm sorry, Master. Please touch me." She stood as straight as she
could when she said it, putting her shoulders back and thrusting
out her awaiting breasts for his mouth.

She was
sure none of her clients ever played games like this.

Dex took
the hint and wrapped his mouth around the budding nipple, gently
biting down with his teeth. Melody made no noise save for the
breathy exhales she couldn't help, and that was enough of a
challenge.

Luckily
he didn't seem to be paying much mind to that part of this game
anymore.

"What do
you have in your panty drawer?"

She
blinked and looked down. "What?"

His
hands were on her hips, her nipple, still puckered and wet from his
saliva, so close to his mouth. "Your underwear drawer. You wear no
bras, I'm curious about the panties you wear."

She
blushed as he slid his hands under her dress, lifting it up and
around her hips so that it was now entirely bunched up against her
middle.

His
touch, God his touch was so good.

He was
on his knees now, not altogether realistic to their game if he was
still acting as the handler, but she wouldn't complain. He was so
close to her vagina now, his eyes studying the white cotton thong
she wore.

Melody
blushed harder as it dawned on her that he was likely staring right
at the wet patch that was there, right above her slit.

"Plain
Jane, you are," he said.

"I
don't—" anything she was about to say was cut off as he put his
mouth over her, pressing a kiss to her panties, her wet,
soaking...

"Ugh!"
She nearly fell backwards, but Dex grabbed her by the waist and
held on until she stood steady.

"Do you
want me to do that again?"

"Yes!"
she yelled.

"Good,"
Dex's tongue darted out, and he licked a trail up her
panties.

They
were definitely going to have to come off.

"Get out
of that dress and go get changed."

No, no, he was
not
serious. "What?"

His
hands were still on the flesh of her waist from where he'd steadied
her, and he was working more of that magic that was driving her
insane. Something entered her, something big, hard, and wonderful.
It pumped back and forth in lazy motions.

Melody's
mouth fell open in helpless pants, her feet spreading even though
there really was nothing between her legs.

"I know
you don't keep much in your drawers," he said, looking down once
more at her soaked cotton panties. She wondered if he could see
straight through them. "But you are a handler. You must have
something nice to wear for me somewhere in this house."

All she
could focus on was his face, but she could still hear his words. He
was going to stop doing what he was doing to her if she didn't
obey, but she still had to ask.

"You
want me to get changed now?" She said the last part on a moan as
the little nub inside her was nudged. It swelled and made her body
hum in appreciation, and her brain melted into a puddle of
thoughtless slop.

Back to
the matter at hand, get back to the matter at hand.

Sure she
kept some sexy teddies in the house, lube, belts, that kind of
thing, but those were for the doe she brought in. Real
doe.

The
internal thrusting stopped, and Dex stared up at her. "Of course.
I'm paying for a high class doe, I want her dressed for the
part."

Screw
it. She'd run down to storage naked if it meant pulling out
something skimpy and lacy to wear. Just so long as he didn't
stop.

"Of
course, Master. I'll wear whatever you want.
Just...please."

"Of
course," Dex put his hands back on her waist, and the inward glide
started up again.

Melody
threw her head back and released a breathy moan, her fingernails
digging into Dex's shoulders as she held on. He rose up to stand in
front of her, never allowing his hands to leave her.

It was
confusing to her senses. She knew he was in front of her, holding
onto her waist, barely touching her, yet when she closed her eyes,
her back was pressed into the mattress, held down by the weight of
his muscled body, his hips pistoning as his cock pushed in and out
of her. She could feel the sheets against her naked back, the push
and pull sensation of his cock ramming inside her pussy.

She was
going to come. The pleasure built and built and it was right there
upon her and—

Dex
stepped back. Way back. He moved away at least three
feet.

"Alright
then, go find something proper to wear and come back."