Training Tessa (Hot Texas Bosses BDSM Erotica) (11 page)

I couldn’t breathe with his large frame crushing my petite one, but I didn’t care.

“Damn, I’d better get off you before I kill you.” He lifted himself from me. When his cock left my pussy, I knew how a wine bottle felt having its cork removed.

“That was a tight squeeze,” I said.

He chuckled. “Are you glad we didn’t give up?”

I turned on my side toward him. “You know I am, you bastard. You just want me to say it.”

He laughed and turned to face me. Suddenly, his eyes darkened and his smile faded. “I don’t want you to let my brother do things to you anymore…or make you do things. I only want you to be my…” His voice trailed off.

What a bizarre situation we were in. He was my boss. We didn’t know that much about each other except that we had an undeniable attraction and great sex…and similar sexual kinks.

He couldn’t say he wanted me to be his girlfriend or belong only to him. Not this soon.

I decided to let him off the hook. “Your sex slave, only?” I smiled.

He seemed relieved. “Yeah.”

“What am I supposed to tell your brother?”

“Tell him ‘hell no.’”

I thought about my mother. “Look, Dixon—”

“Dix.”

“Dix, I need this job. I can’t afford to get fired. It’s not only for me. I have someone else depending on me.”

I watched the shock register on his face. “I thought you were single, with no kids.”

“No, it’s my mom. She has mental problems and my brother and sister and I chip in to keep her in a nice place where they can watch out for her. It takes every extra penny we can scrape up.”

I couldn’t believe I’d blurted that out. I never told anyone about my mother unless I had to.

“What’s wrong with her?” He seemed genuinely interested.

“Well, you know psychology isn’t an exact science. We’ve had a number of diagnoses over the years, but the bottom line is, she lives in her own world much of the time.”

“Does she recognize you?”

I was surprised at the astute question. “Sometimes she does. Sometimes she thinks I’m Princess Margaret. I never know when I go in.”

Dix’s eyes wandered away from mine. “It’s really hard when they’re there, but they’re not.”

I put my hand on his arm and drew his gaze back to mine. I was struck by the sincerity I saw in him.

“My mom had Alzheimer’s,” he said.

I opened my mouth to ask something more, but he put a finger to my lips. “I don’t want to talk about it right now,” he said.

“Can I ask you about this, um, situation?”

“Shoot.”

I didn’t want to give him the third degree and make him angry, but, for my heart’s sake, I felt like I had to know what I was dealing with. “How many receptionists have you played these games with?”

“It started with our last receptionist. She begged to be disciplined for her mistakes. I’d never even thought of such a thing before…at least not in the office.”

“But you and your brother were into it.”

“Obviously.”

“Why do you think you liked it so much you chose to do it again?”

“Mason’s shrink thinks he does it for control. Daddy drank too much and whored around. Made Mom miserable. The kids were the only things within her control. Their relationship felt chaotic, but Mason and I had to seem perfect in every way she could manage. Now Mason needs control.” He traced figure eights on my shoulder as he spoke. “Just a theory.”

“He told you all that?”

Dix laughed. “No, I heard him on speaker phone when he thought I was gone. He only does phone sessions with a shrink right now. He’s not comfortable enough to do face to face.”

“You listened in? You’re a terrible little brother!” I thumped him on the arm, which I knew didn’t hurt him at all. “So, do you have a shrink?”

“Why pay double? We grew up in the same house.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that logic.

“Are we done with that discussion because I have a beautiful woman on my rug.” He caressed the curve of my breast.

“We’re done.”

“Hey, what are you doing this weekend?” he asked suddenly.

The question took me by surprise. “Um…” I didn’t want to tell him I’d be cruising parking lots for a place to sleep.

“Wait, aren’t you moving into a new apartment? You were supposed to be out this week, right?”

Wow, I was surprised he knew that. I’d mentioned these things in passing office small talk. I didn’t even think he was listening.

“Yeah, I’m already out. My stuff is in my car.”

“All of it?”

“What I have here in town.”

“Well, do you want some help unloading at your new place?”

He was actually offering to help me move. I was touched. And embarrassed. I had no place to move to.

“My apartment isn’t ready until Monday.”

“Are you staying at a hotel?”

I almost lied and said “yes,” but looking into Dix’s eyes was like taking a truth serum for me.

“Can’t afford one. The payment is due at my mom’s hospital. I need to transfer the money to my sister so she can pay them.”

“So, where are you staying?”

“I thought I’d park my car in a 24-hour Wal-Mart parking lot and—”

“No.”

“What?”

“No ma’am. You are not sleeping in your car.”

He reached into his back pocket. I got the feeling he was going to give me money.

Should I take money from my boss right after having sex with him? Weird that I drew the line there when I’d been playing kinky sex games with my bosses for two weeks.

But whatever this was between Dix and me seemed special somehow and I didn’t want to take money from him I hadn’t earned in my paycheck.

Before I could say anything, he went still for a moment like he was thinking.

“Hey, why don’t you spend the weekend with me? I’m ranch-sitting for Mason and it’s boring as hell out there.”

“Ranch-sitting?”

“Yeah, I don’t actually have to do anything. He has a foreman and ranch hands. He just feels better with me guarding the house. Leaves me all kinds of stupid instructions I ignore. He’s a control freak with trust issues, but he’s my brother.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“So?”

“Well…”

He shook his head in disbelief. “Are you actually having trouble deciding between me and a Wal-Mart parking lot? I must be losing my touch.”

I laughed and realized this guy could really break my heart. Maybe I’d be safer in the parking lot.

“If it will sweeten the pot, I do plan to make you my own personal sex slave for most of the weekend.”

“That does sweeten the pot,” I said. I couldn’t resist grabbing his shirt and pulling him to me for a kiss.

Chapter Seven

I soaked in a giant tub in Mason’s ranch mansion or “ranchion,” as Dix called it, preparing to resume my duties as sex slave.

I thought about what I’d said to him a couple of hours before and wondered if I’d screwed up royally.

Was I being reasonable about all this or was I under-confident?

It started at dinner. Dix wanted to take me to a fancy restaurant, so I got the nicest outfit I owned out of my trunk and changed. He held my hand in the car, at least when he wasn’t shifting gears on his red Porsche.

I’d started settling into romance mode, with all the forever fantasies that go along with it.

The first red flag for me was when we stopped by his penthouse apartment and he quickly changed into a dark suit and tie that looked like a thousand bucks and probably cost a lot more.

Yet, he wore it so casually. That reminded me of the fact that he and Mason had been born millionaires and, from what I’d seen in the office, they had recently crossed over to billionaire status.

I was painfully aware that I’d purchased my “fancy” print skirt at Target.

Then, at the restaurant, I couldn’t kick the feeling that I was a menial receptionist out for dinner with her boss. Everyone else there seemed to glow and shimmer. I felt plain and cheap.

The sweeter Dix was, the more I had to ask myself how this could possibly end well for me.

He had a world full of women at his disposal. Sure, he might be one of those guys who enjoyed the process of falling in love—the endorphins and the hot sex and warm feelings, but soon another woman would catch his eye. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe I could compete in his world.

And what if he didn’t wander off right away? What if we went all the way?

I’d be the poor girl who married into money and didn’t know how to dress or act.

I knew I looked pretty good by normal standards but I didn’t have any of the extreme hotness, or blingy-ness, or the attitude to be a trophy wife.

The last year had been hard. My boyfriend of two years had dumped me, my mom had gotten worse, I’d lost my job… I needed life to feel simple for a while.

Looking into Dixon Maddox’s eyes and listening to his voice, I knew if I let myself get carried away, this loss could be the hardest of all.

So after dinner, as he took my hand in his and looked like he was about to say something that would yank my heart out of my chest, I had to stop him.

I blurted out, “I’m really not ready for a relationship right now.”

It was a stupid generic line women use to get rid of unwanted men. The words were at complete odds with what I felt toward Dix, and the reasons I was afraid to fall for him. But that’s what I said.

“Okay,” he replied. His voice sounded completely casual, but his lips pressed tightly together and his jaw ticked.

He released my hand and looked down at the candle on the table, adjusting it to the center.

I wanted to joke that it looked like something his brother would do, but it didn’t seem like the right moment for levity.

He looked back into my face, a completely different man than the one I’d been with moments before.

“I get it. You needed the job. You needed a place to stay this weekend. You like the kinky sex.”

No, that wasn’t it. How could I explain what I really felt for him? And how it could never work between us?

“Dix, I wanted you from the first—”

“Well, that’s good news.” His voice held the slightest tinge of sarcasm. “I guess you’re back to being my sex slave.”

He’d been absolutely silent all the way to the ranch. When we got inside, he ordered me into the tub while he went to check with the ranch foreman.