Training Tessa (Hot Texas Bosses BDSM Erotica) (10 page)

“Nice rug.”

He seemed surprised, then glanced over his shoulder at it. “Yeah, there’s not a good spot for it here. I’m moving it to my house.” He looked back at me, stone-faced.

I opened my mouth to make conversation, but couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“You were in my brother’s office.”

It sounded like an accusation. Why did I feel so guilty? They obviously hired me to play these games, and Dixon and I weren’t in a relationship.

“Yes, he wanted me to take some notes.”

“Huh! Notes.” Of course, he knew it was a ridiculous request. “I heard you…moaning…screaming…” He looked hurt.

A fresh wave of guilt washed over me. Damn, the last thing I wanted was for Dixon to hear me making sounds like those with another man.

Whatever he felt about me, in that moment, I was sure I cared for him.

“Dixon, I…he ordered…it was—”

“Did he touch you?”

“Well, sort of…”

Dixon’s jaw clenched and his look was so fierce I took a step back and pressed my back against the door.

He closed the distance between us and smashed the heel of his fist into the door above my head.

Grabbing my chin, he forced me to look into his eyes as he had the day before.

“Tell me how he touched you…exactly.”

“He made me bend over the desk…” I didn’t want to finish, but Dixon’s enraged expression made me rush through the rest. “He put on surgical gloves and stuck something in my, um, ass. Some sort of remote control vibrator.”

Dixon relaxed a bit and moved his hand from my chin, placing his palm on the door next to my face.

“He touched you with gloves on? No skin contact?”

“No.”

“That OCD germaphobe control freak. The only woman he ever touched without a Hazmat suit was his wife.”

“His wife?” Had I been taking my clothes off for a married man?

“She died a few years ago. After that, he got even weirder with the OCD and germ stuff. He’s still great with the company. I always figure I’ll know he’s in love again if he actually touches a woman.”

For a moment, Dixon seemed kind of sad for his brother, but at least he was much more relaxed now.

A tantalizing thought teased through my mind. Maybe he’d been jealous. Maybe he’d been afraid his brother had real feelings for me.

And Dixon? What did he feel?

I wanted to ask him, but this whole situation was so strange. You didn’t go from office sex slave to romance with the boss. Did you?

My eyes had wandered as I considered the possibilities. I realized I was staring at Dixon’s big silver belt buckle.

He ran the back of a finger gently up my cheek and I met his gaze. His blue eyes shone with…what?

“Tessa, I’ve been thinking about you.”

I raised my eyebrows, not sure how to respond, not sure where he was going with this.

“The fact is, I think about you all the time.”

What did he mean? Sexually? Romantically?

“I think about you, too,” I said.

“The thing is…” he began tentatively.

Was Dixon Maddox actually nervous? “You’re something different for me. I’ve been having feel—”

“Uhhhh!” I yelled as a sudden vibration exploded in my ass. I jumped and my body shuddered.

“Did he leave that thing in you?” Dixon asked incredulously.

I nodded. “To remind me to be more careful and meticulous in my work.”

“Fucking asshole! Take your clothes off!”

I was stunned by his change in mood. His eyes were blue-black now and every muscle in his body seemed tensed for a fight. I just stared at him.

He reached up and snatched my blouse apart violently. Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me toward the new rug.

“Fuck him! There’s something I can do to you that he could never do!” His voice was so loud, I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to his brother in the next room.

I also wasn’t sure I wanted to be part of this revenge game anymore.

“I don’t know if—” The thought flew out of my brain as Dixon yanked the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He pulled my bra straps off my arms to expose my breasts, but didn’t bother to unclasp the bra or take it off.

An overwhelming urge to crush my naked flesh against his flashed through my mind. I didn’t care why he was doing this anymore. I didn’t want it to stop.

Grabbing my hair, he yanked my head back and attacked my neck. He sucked the tender flesh so hard, I thought I could feel the sensation in my clit.

Then he moved to my breasts and devoured them, running his tongue roughly across my nipple.

When he sunk his teeth into me, I had to grab his iron biceps to steady myself.

His lips left my skin as suddenly as they’d attacked it.

“Lie down,” he commanded, pointing at the rug.

I was way too aroused to disobey him now.

As soon as I was on my back, he was on his knees, pushing my skirt up to my waist to join the bra that was already stuck there.

In a flash, he draped my legs over his shoulders and lifted my ass with his palms. His head came down between my thighs.

When his mouth made contact with my pussy lips, he sucked on them like they were a starving man’s first meal.

I sighed and bucked my hips. My clit was desperate for the same attention. But he turned his head and nibbled the inside of my thigh.

I moaned as the muscles in my bottom flexed involuntarily.

He turned again and sucked the inside of my other thigh. I was dying of pleasure and need.

I thrust my hips upward and he held them high. Through half-closed eyes, I saw him turn his head and move slowly toward my pussy lips as if kissing a lover for the first time.

When he made contact, he circled my lower lips once with his tongue, then pushed between them.

“Oh!” I cried as his tongue finally hit my clit. “Ah…
Ohhh
!” He traced the ridge, circling round and round.

“Oh my God!”

He paused. “Say my name,” he said.

“Dixon,” I whispered.

“My friends call me Dix.” He smiled.

“Dix,” I repeated. He stuck his tongue inside me and fucked me with it.

“Dix…
Oh God
, Dix!” I knew I could come at any moment.

He stopped. He moved the tiny butt plug out slightly, then in.

“Uhhh…” I moaned.

“It has a flexible tab that fits comfortably between thumb and forefinger for manual manipulation.”

“Huh?”

“I read the user manual when Mason got it in the mail. I was curious to see what he hustled off into his office so fast.”

“Oh,” I said, too dazed to think clearly.

He went back to sliding his tongue over my clit, but this time he wiggled the plug slightly. The combination shot shockwaves from my ass to my clit.

He sucked on me and my entire body clenched, preparing for release.

The vibrator buzzed in my ass and I was thrown into all-out, head to toe orgasm. My muscles spasmed like I was having a seizure, but it was the most satisfaction I’d ever experienced.

I screamed something about “Fuck” and “Dix” and “God,” and a few other syllables.

Even after the main event was over, he wiggled the vibrator several more times, causing me mini-convulsions.

I wondered what bizarre facial expression I’d made when I came, but Dix was smiling at me.

“Was I ridiculous?” I asked.

“I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.” He moved my thighs from his shoulders and lay down on the rug beside me.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

I glanced down at the giant bulge in his jeans. It dwarfed his belt buckle.

“I feel like I want you to fuck me,” I said brazenly.

I watched as a wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. He undid his belt buckle and whipped the belt off in one quick movement. Unzipping his jeans, he pushed them down his hips, just enough, and rolled between my legs.

He pressed the tip of his member inside me.

It had been so long since I’d had a cock there, I’d forgotten the excitement of first contact. The anticipation…

And when Dix looked into my eyes, I saw something more that I wasn’t ready to consider yet.

“I’m gonna ruin you for all other men,” he murmured.

“Ruin me.”

His rough jeans scraped my thighs as he thrust into me. My pussy seemed stretched to the limit, and he’d only just begun.

Apparently things
were
bigger in Texas.

I placed my hand on his chest. “Wait. I’m not sure if we fit.”

“Oh, we fit, darlin’.”

I had to chuckle at the silly drawl.

“Relax.” He grasped my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand. “You’re under my control, now.”

A thrill of anticipation skittered over me.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

I followed orders as he retreated and thrust in again.

“Damn, you are a tight little package.” He pulled back. “But you’re gonna take more of me, Tessa.”

My skin burned hot at his words.

He plunged into me. The force of his huge cock and the pleasure of having him inside me nearly made me pass out.

“Tessa?” he said gently.

I realized my eyes were closed. I forced my lids open. “Hmmm…?”

He watched my face for a moment. I squeezed his waist with my legs to let him know I was okay.

He smiled and placed his lips on mine, forcing his way into my mouth before I had a chance to open to him.

With long, hard strokes, he thrust himself into me again and again. He released my lips and seemed to lose control, fucking me harder, pounding me into his soft rug.

Reaching underneath me, he lifted my bottom. When he did, his cock hit a spot inside I didn’t know existed.

I squealed a series of staccato “oh’s” as delicious pulses swelled through me over and over, each time he made contact with the spot.

He tensed. His muscles flexed. He rocketed into me, and the jolt pushed me over the edge. We both cried out and shook and jerked as he collapsed onto me.

For several moments, all I was aware of was his hot breath, panting into my ear.

I regretted that his shirt was still on. I wished he were naked against my skin.