Just One Touch (6 page)

Melody
blinked stupidly at him. Her orgasm was right there, just beneath
the surface of every cell of skin on her body, waiting to break
free. It was so close she trembled with it. She would come right
now if she took a step to do as he asked.

Instead
she nearly cried. "No, no. You have to—I need to—"

"You
need to get out of that dress and into something suitable for a doe
before I punish you further by denying you sex for the rest of the
day."

Dex
pointed towards the door. "Go."

She went
all right. Melody flew at him, her claws bared as she attempted to
scratch his eyes out for what he was doing to her.

Dex
caught her in one swift motion, twisted her around, and pinned her
down on the bed. He kept her wrists locked in his grip, and with
his weight on her back, keeping her from struggling, she couldn't
hurt herself or him in this position.

Strangely, this excited her further, and her frustration
mounted. "I'm your handler. You do as I say. Fuck me!" she
screamed. "Please!" she cried out.

It
didn't occur to her to keep her wailing down, that Leah might hear.
No, she was still downstairs helping the two male stag. Those areas
were sound proof, for obvious reasons. Even then, should Leah be on
the main floor, who was to say she wouldn't hear her boss shouting
at a stag to fuck her, and not think anything of it?

No, Dex
was perfectly safe to do as he pleased with her, and he knew
it.

His
voice was in her ear, the warm breath both calming and enticing at
the same time simply because it was his voice and his breath that
was so close.

"Torture, isn't it?"

Her
heart stopped. "What? What do you mean?"

Dex
loosened his grip on her. Barely. "What you feel now is what every
stag in the world feels almost every hour of every day. When you
punish a stag by denying him his toys, or a client to have sex
with, this is how they feel."

"I never
did that to you!" Melody said.

"No?"

Dex
flipped her over, his eyes were that angry shade of blue again. "I
didn't like your mother. You knew that, but it wasn't because I was
defective or a moody stag who was too smart for his own good. I
hated her because she never let me fuck her, and I hated you
because you were always ordering me into your room, trying to get
me to have sex with you, a minor. One woman who wouldn't let me
give it to her and another, a girl, I was in constant fear of being
cornered and having to say no to."

"What
are you talking about?" Melody demanded, all traces of excitement
and pleasure leaving her. It was like someone had opened a window
and the cold breeze just blew it all away. "I heard you having sex
with her almost every night!"

"She let
me touch her, like this,"

A quick,
jolting throb passed through her pussy as he put his hand down on
her collar bone. "I had to do that to her, and watch her writhe and
moan, all the while knowing she was going to throw me out when she
was done, not giving me what I wanted, just to have to deal with
you."

Melody
hadn't known that. "She wouldn't—why wouldn't she have sex with
you?"

Dex made
a sort of grunting noise. "I guess she thought she was doing me a
favor. I may have been of age in stag years, but she was thinking
of me in human years, and I guess it bothered her too
much."

"But you
said she had you touch her. The way you do, I mean," she said, not
knowing why she was getting flustered because he obviously knew
what she meant.

"I don't
pretend to understand how your mother thinks. Maybe she saw it as
just some kind of technicality. I neither know, nor do I care, and
it no longer matters anyway."

His hand
reached up and traced the delicate shell of her ear, trailing down
her jaw, her neck, until his fingertips made it to her chest and
began ghosting along her nipples, making her shiver.

Melody
had read somewhere that the nipples were the only part of the human
body with nerves that led directly to her sex. She didn't know if
that was true or not, but it damn sure felt it about
now.

"Do you
still want to know what they did to me when I was sold back to the
labs?"

She
winced. Part of her wanting to say no and run away from all the
horrible details. But she owed him this. It wasn't like she hadn't
asked him either.

"What
happened?"

He
brought his hand down to touch the patch of curls between her legs.
She jolted as his fingers slipped inside and hooked, finding the
swollen nub deep within her.

She
moaned.

It
wasn't enough for him. Eyes on his work, he combined his physical
touch with that mind thing he did through his hands and Melody
soared.

Her
hands shot out and gripped his shoulders, trying to pull him
closer. More skin, no thoughts, just the sensation of his fingers
moving within the folds of her vagina while his palm rubbed her
outside. With his touch, she also felt, even though she knew they
weren't there, more hands on her breasts, tongues and teeth
licking, circling, and biting her nipples, invading her
mouth.

She
moaned. Too much. It was too much. She was going to
come.

Dex
pulled his hand away abruptly, shocking her with the sudden removal
of all those pleasurable hands, fingers, and tongues.

"No!
Please!" Melody shot her hand down to finish the job. So close! So
close!

Dex
grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her hands above her head,
holding them in place. He even put his legs between hers in such a
way that she was forced to keep them spread open for him, instead
of being able to cause friction against him or even with her legs
themselves.

All that
without touching her where she needed it the most. "Dex,
please!"

His face
was suddenly up close to hers, his eyes in that unforgivable,
stoney place they had been before. "No," he said.

Tears
filled her eyes and, God help her, Melody couldn't be strong and
hold them back like she wanted. They spilled freely down her face,
and her shame at her own needs mixed in with the humiliation of her
position, along with the heartbreak of being told no when she
needed him to say yes spilled all around her until she swam in
loathing for the stag above her.

"I hate
you!" she screamed. Melody threw all her strength in trying to buck
him off, but he was too strong.

"Good!
Because I hated you when they denied me sex. I wasn't so much as
allowed access to a doe while they evaluated whether or not I would
be safe to be sold again. They talked about putting me down, and I
wanted them to just to make it end."

He was
going to do this to her all night, she realized with a horrified
jerk. This was her true punishment. He would bring her to the
brink, again and again, but always denying her the release she
craved, knowing her need was growing worse, more agonizing and
desperate, each time he did so.

And as a
stag, he had suffered this when he was refused sex. Melody knew how
stag were created, knew their laws and punishments, but had never
before realized the cruelty of forcing a being to be without sex,
when they were engineered to want it so much.

If this
was torture for her, it must have been hell on earth for
him.

"I'm
sorry," she cried. "I'm so sorry."

"Glad to
hear it, but I'm not done with you yet."

Chapter Four

"You've
kept doe here before. Go find one of their pretty things to wear
and don't come back here until you look presentable."

He was back in client mode, ordering her around and saying she
didn't look right. His eyes scanned over her body, as though the
dress she currently wore
—
if that was even the right word for
it at the moment
—
was something of an annoyance because it didn't turn him
on.

It was
irritating and she fought the urge to attack him again. At the same
time, strung out on lust like she was, her body humming and
desperate for more of his touch, she had no choice but to
obey.

Maybe
that was the point, and how most humans kept control of their stag.
Dex did want her to know what this felt like, after all.

Melody
flew up from the bed, all but pushing Dex off her and running for
the door.

"Stop."

Melody
froze, her hand on the latch to the door leading out.

What did
he--

Oh,
right. She spun around, tight smile on her face, and gave a sort of
little mock curtsy. "As you command, master,"

She
turned to go again.

"That's
not what I wanted,"

Fingers
clenching into her palms, she made a slow turn, as thought her
spine was a steel rod. "Yes, master?"

His
smile looked a little too evil for her liking. "Find something to
wear, and bring it back here, but I don't want to see you wearing
it when you come back."

She
couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What?"

That
look on his face, the one that said he was holding all the cards
and well knew it, never wavered from his perfect features. "Go pick
out something nice to wear for me, strip out of your clothes, walk
back here, and then put it on in front of me."

"You
want me to walk through my house naked? What if Leah sees
me?"

"Why
does it matter if a human sees you naked?"

He was
purposely pretending he didn't know why the thought of walking
through her house naked would bother her. Guess doe never had to go
through this as they never cared who saw them with nothing on. In
fact, naked was the costume of choice for them, as it practically
guaranteed more people willing to satisfy their ever present
hunger.

Still,
pretending was one thing, she wasn't a doe, and the thought of
letting someone, whose cheques Melody signed, see her walking
around in her birthday suit, was enough to get her heart
racing.

She
couldn't figure out if that was good or not.

"Hurry
back. I'm already impatient." Dex relaxed on the bed, stretching
his long legs out, his knees spread wide in front of him, giving
Melody the perfect view of the bulge his pants hid, proof of his
need for her. Goosebumps lifted all over his skin, the tiny hairs
on her arms standing on edge.

If
Melody had the strength, she would've gone through the door in her
haste to get out and down to where she stored the spare doe
costumes.

They
were all packed away in boxes in the room she used for photographs
on the first floor. Melody mostly dealt with stag, not doe, so
there were only two boxes to pull down from the top shelf in the
walk-in closet. They weren't big boxes either, nor particularly
heavy, but Melody handled them with all the care of a live bomb.
She couldn't stop her hands from shaking as she pulled back the
packing tape and opened the flap of the first box.

For a
minute back there, she'd thought her body had lost all interest in
Dex when he told her to find something to wear, but come back to
him naked first.

Nope,
not at all. The little crazy person deep in Melody's subconscious
kind of hoped that Leah would see her too.

The
thrill of getting caught. Melody had never experienced it before,
and it was damn near as heady as Dex's sensual touch.

Nearly.

She
threw things out of the box haphazardly, knowing on sight that most
wouldn't fit her as they'd all been designed for women with big
asses and even bigger breasts. No. No. No. Would Dex still fuck her
if she came back naked, but with nothing to wear?

She
couldn't risk it. The thought of him denying her now was
unbearable.

She
threw the box away when she got to the bottom and found nothing
that wouldn't be too loose on her. Her fingers shook as she opened
the next one.

God, she
could still feel that tongue inside her, slick and thrusting, her
walls shuddering around the welcome intrusion as her pleasure
rose.

Was Dex
somehow still inside her mind? If not, then his effect lasted a
great deal beyond the point where he stopped touching, and she
couldn't wait to get back to him.

She
needed to hurry this up.

She all
but ripped the flaps off the next box off in her haste to open it,
and decided right there that what she saw would be perfect,
regardless of whether or not it was a proper fit, which it likely
wasn't. No more waiting.

It was a
dark blue bustier with black laces and panties. She could already
tell the bosom portion of this outfit would be too big, but the
rest would fit her body nicely. Dex would like this. He liked the
color of a nearly navy blue, if she remembered
correctly.

Melody
was about to leave with her find before something else inside the
box, that had been hiding beneath her new costume, caught her
eye.