Just One Touch (7 page)

A bottle
of lube, for when not every client wanted to take their doe the old
fashioned way. Doe hardly ever needed lube for their vaginas as
they were almost always ready and willing for their partners, but
it had been a while since Melody had gotten laid, and the thought
that she might need the extra help...

She
stopped thinking about it and just grabbed the bottle, nearly
tearing out of the room before she stopped herself.

Damnit.
Dex wanted her to show up naked.

"Stupid,
stubborn, ass," she muttered to herself. She kicked off her shoes,
pulled down her stockings and panties—this was the second pair that
Dex had her make a mess of today—and now it was just a matter of
getting the zipper to her dress down and getting out of the
thing.

She
thought she heard a tear as she struggled out of her dress, but it
didn't matter. She kicked all of her clothes into the corner,
holding her new set in front of her like they were a
shield.

It was
way too cold in here. Her areolae around her nipples seemed to
shrink as the nipples themselves puckered, the rest of her skin
becoming tight with goosebumps again.

She was
definitely going to turn the heat up after this.

Melody
took a breath, her hand on the door handle that would lead out. If
Leah wasn't still helping the two males get settled, then she was
about to get a full on view of what her boss looked like with no
clothes on.

Melody
just hoped that it would be impressive enough for Dex, a man, stag,
who had seen every shape of woman imaginable.

She
stepped outside the photography room, and walked as briskly as she
could over the cold hardwood floors, and back to the stairs. Her
feet hardly made any noise at all now that she was no longer in
shoes.

She kept
her back straight and breath even, just like she had never taken
her clothes off to begin with. Why not even slow down a bit and
take her time? This was her house and if Leah saw her then it was
no one's fault but her own for not being downstairs like she was
supposed to be.

Melody
got back to her bedroom without incident, not entirely sure if she
felt disappointed over that fact. Her heart was still thumping as
she opened the door, spun around before her eyes could meet Dex's,
and closed and locked the door behind her.

His
movements were so soft and quick she barely registered that he
stood behind her until the heat of his body enveloped
her.

"Very
nice," His hands slid down to the flat expanse of her stomach,
fingers dipping down low to her thighs, and then back up again
before he pulled her against the hard muscles of his chest. His
cock was hard and pressing against her ass. He'd taken his pants
off while she'd been gone, but his lust was as strong as ever. It
was as though she'd never left the room at all.

"Keep
touching me," Melody begged. His regular touch, that slide of his
palms up and down her stomach and between her legs was already
driving her insane. She wanted him in her head, then she wanted his
cock inside her body. She wanted him all over and around
her.

"Was
that a command, my little doe?"

Melody's
entire body clenched in frustration as Dex removed his hands. If
this was what being a stag was like in the house of someone who
wouldn't provide sex, then she had a lot of apologizing to
do.

She'd do
it after he gave her what she had to have. "No, master. Please
touch me, I need it."

She
turned her head enough so that he could see her eyes, see just how
much she needed it, how she craved him, always had.

He took
pity on her, returning his large palms to her belly. He didn't use
his engineered ability, however. He just used himself. One hand
slid up her chest and cupped her small breast, roughly squeezing
and massaging, his fingers pinching her nipples. His other hand,
palm down on her skin, slid down, down, down, until finally
reaching the curls between her legs, slipping within them. Her
pulse jumped as she felt his fingertips brush against the moist
folds of her sex.

She
thrust against him, but he didn't enter her.

"You
want my fingers in your cunt?"

His
breath was warm against her neck, his lips even warmer.

"Yes,
please, master." She continued to rock against his hand. He was
holding her in just the sort of way that she could put almost all
her weight into his hands, trusting that he wouldn't drop her. This
allowed for more friction as she rubbed herself against his hand,
until he finally slipped his fingers inside.

Melody
keened, her breathing turning sporadic, and she pushed against him,
loving the feel of his cock behind her, still hard and waiting. She
reached down and grabbed his hand, pressing it hard against her
clit.

"Impatient. Typical."

"Shut
up," she said, falling out of character.

He
didn't reprimand her. She wouldn't have had the power over her mind
to wonder or even ask why, had his hand not disappeared from her
breast, the other stilling all movements.

She
looked over her shoulder. "What—"

His lips
pushed against her mouth in a painful kiss. His tongue, like an
invading warrior, forced open her lips with little protest on her
part.

He was
kissing her. He was finally kissing her again after so long apart.
It was rough and hard, but he wasn't fucking her mouth with his
tongue. Melody didn't like that description, nor did she think it
applied to her situation.

Dex's
kiss was lust, desperation, and longing all rolled together. He had
no taste that she could recognize, other than his natural
self.

He
didn't want to admit it, but he'd missed her too, it
seemed.

Then she
realized where his hands had gone as the sound of a zipper
registered in her ears.

Dex
released his hard prick, pulled her hips back, and pushed her
forward until she had to throw her hands out to catch herself on
the door, dropping the garment and panties she'd been holding
onto.

She could have cried out her relief. Finally.
Finally!

As a
stag, it was a wonder he'd been able to hold back for so long while
he did this to her. He'd likely been torturing himself as much as
he'd been torturing her.

He still
held back. Melody could feel the tip of his cock, just nudging her
entrance where he held it in place.

"Fuck
me, yes, please," Melody cried out, her body shivering and
desperate.

Dex was
far too gone to give a reply, he made a guttural sound and plunged
inside her.

He was
inside her. She hadn't needed the lube after all. Melody bucked and
screamed as he thrust in and out, stretching her inner walls. There
was no taking their time here now, no slow build up. That was done
and over with. Dex's hips moved for one purpose only, his body
punching in and out of her, and Melody met him every step of the
way. He'd toyed with her enough that her body exploded in orgasm
almost the instant he thrust into her, but her pleasure continued
to build despite how her body should have been calming down, and
already it was better than ever before. That wonderful building
inside her vagina that she wanted so much, but fought so hard
against to draw out her torture for as long as possible.

Dex's
arms came around her, one around her shoulders, the other clutching
her stomach, keeping their bodies tightly together as he fucked
her, leaving Melody practically squished between Dex's warm,
muscled body, and the hard wooden door.

He must
have taken note of that as well, because the next thing she knew,
he was pulling out of her.

She spun
on him, already in a panic as she punched his shoulder. She might
as well have thrown as ball of paper at brick wall. "No! You can't
do that now!"

His eyes
were wild with lust. "I'm not going to," he said, grabbing her by
the shoulders and flipping her around again.

He
grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back a step, away from the
door. "Hold onto the handle," he commanded.

She did
as she was told, then heard a long tearing rip.

Oh,
shit. The pretty sexy blue... she couldn't even remember what it
was called at this point, her brain was too fogged up with
impatient lust. Either way, he'd destroyed it, and was now using
the torn strips to tie her hands to he door handle.

She
thought of her bathroom counter, or her mahogany dresser, anywhere
else he cold bend her over, really. Why tie her to the
door?

Then he
flipped the latch to the lock.

"What
are you doing?" she asked. If she forgot herself while he was
thrusting inside her, or if she so much as put too much of her
balance against the door, she could end up opening it and they
would both tumble out of her room and out into the open.

"To make
sure you keep your focus," Dex said, grabbing her hips and
thrusting his cock inside her once more.

She
released a sound that was both pleasure filled and shocked. She
grabbed onto the only thing available to her, which was the door
handle, because Dex had tied her to it, the bastard, and in turn,
she nearly opened the door on them.

No one
was out in the hall, that she saw, but she quickly pulled it back
before Leah could come over, asking about the noise, or some
question about the two other stag who, at the moment, Melody had no
patience for.

Dex chuckled, then groaned, and he moved inside her again. He
was purposely taking his time now, teasing her, keeping her on
edge. There were stag who could
see
, for lack of a better word, just
how much, or little, hard or gentle, fast or slow, their clients
needed it in order to orgasm. Those stag were expensive to buy and
still cost a pretty penny to rent.

Considering Dex's ability to stimulate another person with
the most innocent of touches, it didn't shock her that he could do
this too.

If he
really wanted to, Dex could fuck her, could pleasure her, but never
bring her to orgasm, for as long as he wished. For hours if he
wanted, providing he was able to hold himself back for that
long.

Not an
ordinary stag, she reminded herself. He could do it.

The
thought nearly caused Melody to lose her focus, and she nearly
slipped, pushing down on the door handle again. It banged loudly
when she pulled it back, trying to keep it firmly shut.

"Am I
not keeping your interest, little doe?" Dex was back in the role of
client, but he sounded insulted and even a little panicked. That
his abilities were slipping?

It would
be cruel of her, but she needed him to do it. "I guess I'm still a
little tired out from the car ride. You're still doing fine,
though. Don't worry. I'm sure I'll eventually have an orgasm at
this pace."

So
the right thing to say. Dex
growled and plunged into her roughly, his skin slapping her in hard
succession, his balls bouncing against her backside.

Melody
smiled as little explosions were set off inside her body, each
thrust a giant leap forward to where she most wanted to go. Dex's
grip would leave finger shaped bruises on her waist, but she didn't
care.

That
felt so fucking good.

"You're
damn right it does," Dex hissed into her ear. Melody hadn't even
been aware she'd spoken out loud.

Then he
wasn't just giving her the best sex of her life, but he started
using his touch on her at the same time.

Melody
had never before experienced a three-way, or a four-way, but now it
was like two pairs of extra hands had come along to join her for
the ride. Dex was speaking to her, but she had no idea what he was
saying because all she could focus on was the absolute, mind fuck
that was her pulsing pleasure.

Hands,
slick with lubricant, pinched her nipples, the fingertips teasing
up and down her ribs and thighs, just the way Dex had done to her
before. Another cock appeared, its head touching her lips, begging
her to open them to it, and she did. She felt the hard, thick shaft
moving back and forth over her tongue, tasted the saltiness of the
veiny length. She imagined it was Dex in her mouth, even while he
fucked her at the same time. The extra hands were his as well,
pinching and teasing her.

She
didn't imagine it as being him like he was some sort of eight armed
man with several penises between his legs, but the sensations of
those extra hands that weren't really there, of that cock in her
mouth, were all coming from him, from his ability to get inside her
mind while he was inside her body, and so they were his.

Dex
moaned, his hips jerking, his cock pounding into her hard. "Melody,
you're so fucking beautiful, bent over like that with my cock in
your pussy."

It
wasn't his dirty talk that did it, but the fact that he'd called
out her name while saying those things. Role playing or not, stag
and doe just didn't do that. It made her stop to take notice. Dex
had cried out her name. The realization made her inner walls clench
and quiver with release.