The Stand Off (26 page)

Pixitrix

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Where are you? Are you okay?
WORRIED!

Lux<3

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Everything’s fine! I’m with Dean;
I’ll be home in a few days. Call you soon.

Pixitrix

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Okay, love you.

Dean left the office and headed
back downstairs to deal with Lux. He stormed back into the exercise room and
headed over to the television. Lux could tell by the gate of his walk that his
anger had escalated.

“When are you going to tell me
what the hell is going on?” she snapped at him, but he remained silent.

She watched as he dropped the
unzipped duffel bag on the floor. He grabbed the remote control from the
decorative table, turned on the television, and began to shift through the
channels.

“Will you at least tell me why
you’re doing this?”

“You know why,” he answered in a
distant tone.

“No I don’t; I have no idea.”

“Watch,” he instructed when he
stopped on the celebrity gossip channel.

“What am I watching?” she asked
as she saw the famous celebrity reporter on the screen.

The reporter stared through the
screen with a look of horror on her face as she spoke, “We have not been able
to reach Vaughn Blake for comment at this time.”

But Lux was no longer listening
to the reporter. Her eyes were focused on the censored picture in the right
hand corner of the screen. It was the picture of Dean and his brother’s ex
fiancée, the one that Clifton had purchased to help her case.

“How the fuck did that happen?”
She asked herself. She knew now that she should have done more; she shouldn’t
have trusted Clifton to handle the situation. He’d obviously done a horrible
job at confiscating every last copy of the picture.

“No,” she gasped as she shook her
head slowly.

Her heart raced and her body
began to shake as she heard the reporter’s voice again, “This just in, new
sources reveal that Vaughn and Dean have had a nasty fall out due to the
pictures.” The reporter was saying right before Dean turned off the television.

Lux had so many things she wanted
to tell Dean. She wanted to tell him the whole truth without involving Clifton.
She just couldn’t bring herself to throw him under the bus for trying to help
her. However, she would force Clifton to give her the name of the person who
had created the fake pictures.

“Imagine my surprise when my
brother barged into my office and accused me of having sex with his ex-
fiancée,” Dean said as he walked back over to the coffee table and grabbed the
thick folder. He turned around and headed back over to stand before Lux, his
eyes burning into hers as he held up the folder. “But nowhere near as shocked
as I was to find this in your dresser.” He threw the folder down on the ground
and the pictures scattered across the floor. “Vaughn is an asshole who can’t be
trusted to think before he acts; but you… I never expected this from you.”

Lux looked down to see the
pictures of Dean and his brothers fiancée spread across the floor. She began to
slowly shake her head as she spoke, “Dean I-I,”

He cut her off before she could
finish her sentence, “Did you think that I wouldn’t find out?”

“I can explain.” She was aware
that it sounded like a generic excuse. It was something both the guilty and the
innocent would say, but she was at a loss for words.

“There’s not much to explain.”

“I swear to you Dean, I had no
part in those pictures being leaked,” she said in a very serious tone.

“They just magically appeared in
your dresser one morning?” he asked sarcastically but without a trace of humor
on his face. “Why would you have these? This is your last chance to tell me the
truth. Who made these pictures?”

“I don’t know,” she answered
honestly. She had no idea where Clifton had gotten them from. All she knew was
what Clifton had told her about the man. “All I know is that he is some defamed
reporter who would do anything to get his name back on top.”

“Who gave them to you? I want the
name of the person who put these pictures in your hand.” He walked over to his
duffel bag and grabbed a paddle.

“A private detective,” she answered,
wondering how the hell Dean had found the pictures. She assumed that it must
have been when he turned on the music; her stereo was on top of the same
dresser that the pictures were in.

“I must have left the drawer
open when I was rushing to get ready,”
she thought.

“I want a name,” he barked as he
walked over to stand before her.

“It’s not his fault; he was just
trying to help me.”

“By spreading lies about me? Do
you have any idea what this has done to my brother? I want his fucking name…
now
!”
Dean demanded.

“Dean, he’s not the person who
did this. He wouldn’t have done something like that, he gave me his word. He
knew those pictures were wrong, that’s why he gave them to me to destroy.
Neither one of us knew the person who created them would do something like
this. We weren’t trying to hurt you; I was just trying to keep the music hall.
If you let me call him I can force him to give me the reporter’s name,” she
tried to explain. She wondered what Clifton had said when Dean confronted him.
Had he confessed that he was a private detective despite his need to remain
anonymous? Had Dean scared him enough to confess the truth? She would give
anything to have been privy to their argument.

Regardless, she would not rat
Clifton out for just doing his job; the job that she’d paid him to do. Dean was
powerful enough to destroy Clifton’s world with a blink of his eye. Clifton was
only guilty of being overzealous in his mission to help her and the children.
She knew that the person who had made the fake pictures was behind their
release. Clifton would not do that; he would have no reason to. However, she
would find out the name of the man who made them, and she would make him pay.

“Wrong answer baby,” he growled
as he stepped to her side. He drew back his arm and brought the paddle down
hard against her ass. He was livid over the fact that she obviously trusted
Michael Bender and that she would lie to protect him. “You seem to know him
well; I want the truth.”

She gasped as the pain instantly
gripped her. Her little admission had not worked the way she had wanted it to.
She’d obviously pissed him off even more.

“I’m telling the truth!” she
yelled, focusing on the warmth spreading across her rear end. It was almost
comforting in a strange way. She was beyond frustrated and right about now
would be around the time that she snapped, screamed, and pinched the hell out
of herself. He was saving her the trouble and taking away the guilt. Not to
mention the erotic element that he added to it.

“I fucking warned you." he
whispered in her ear as he lightly caressed the skin he had just paddled. “Why
did you do it?”

“I didn’t; I wouldn’t do
something like that!” Her heart raced as she realized just how deep his anger
went. But deep within the anger she heard something else… disappointment.

“You were so busy accusing me of
playing games, but it was you playing them all along. And I fell for it… 100%.
Congratulations, you were able to do what no one has been able to do for a long
time… you tricked me.”

“No, I didn’t trick you, I
swear!” she cried, hating the sadness she saw in his eyes.

“I fucking trusted you, Lux.” He
smacked her again.

“Ouch!” she cried out after he
smacked her again. “I would never do that to you!”

“Liar,” he hissed as he pulled
the scarf back up to cover her mouth. “But I am going to show you what I do to
people who lie to me.”

She shook her head in
frustration; unable to explain further due to the scarf.

He yanked the bottom of her dress
up to her waist and ran his hand across her ass before he pulled her panties
down to her knees. He grabbed her furthest ass cheek and pulled her closer to
his body, pushing his erection into her hip. He grabbed the side of her face as
he bent his head to whisper in her ear,

“My beautiful lying little Lux.” He
ran his hand down her cheek. She shook her head to object but he grabbed her
chin and held her face still.

“I trusted you; I really did,” he
admitted. He ran his hand down the front of her body and slipped it between her
thighs. He pushed his finger between her lips and went straight for her clit.
“I thought you were too bold and too sincere to be manipulative.”

She shook her head and closed her
eyes, wishing she could close her ears. She inhaled deeply as he began to
really manipulate her clit. He circled the tight nub with his finger tips and
slowly applied more pressure.

“Look at me.” He hissed, and she
immediately complied.

She watched as a strange sadness
glowed in his eyes before it was quickly replaced by anger. She shook her head,
trying to explain through the fabric, but her words were wasted. Even if he
could understand her, he still wouldn’t listen to her.

“I’m going to make you pay for
that breach of trust Lux; I’m going to make you feel what I feel,” he bent his
head and nipped her neck as he smacked her ass with the paddle.

Lux threw her head back as the
jolt shot from her ass and sparked throughout her lower body. He continued to
master her clit with his other hand, slowly increasing the speed as he paddled
her ass again. She cried out as the pain from her ass and the intense pleasure
coming from her humming vagina combined.

“I don’t know what pisses me of
more: the thought of you and him together, laughing at me while trying to
destroy me… or the fact that everything that we shared was a lie,” he said in a
voice saturated with pain. She shook her head vehemently and tried to deny it,
but the scarf reduced her words to a muffled cry.

“Just the thought of him touching
you makes me sick. The thought of him kissing you and fucking you is driving me
crazy.” He slowed down speed and gently tugged at her moist clit. “The thought
of the man I hate and the woman I love laughing behind my back makes me
homicidal.” He threw the paddle down to the ground and grabbed her ass. The
paddle was not enough; he needed to feel her skin against his palm. “I want to
kill that mother fucker, but first I want to punish you… I
need
to
punish you. I want to scrub his touch from your body. I want to fuck you so
hard that you forget you ever fucked him!” he growled in her ear as he smacked
her ass with his hand.

Lux cried out, shaking her head
back and forth as his words affected her mind and his hands affected her body.
She was caught between verbal torture, mental anguish, and physical ecstasy.
She needed to tell him that she’d never had sex with Clifton; she was furious
with him for assuming that she did. She wanted to fight, but the other part of
her wanted her to stop thinking and just focus on what he was doing to her
body.

“At least I know he didn’t fuck
you first," he sneered as he thrust his finger deep inside of her.

Lux spread her legs wider and
began to move against his finger as he pushed it inside of her. She felt her
nipples tighten when he began to finger fuck her and lightly slap her ass. She
threw her head back as her body bounced with the beat of his thrusting finger.

“I was the first to rip my way
inside of you and I
will
be the last. Betrayal or no betrayal; you
are
mine, until we’re both dead. He can leak whatever pictures he wants of me, he’s
not getting you.” He began to rapidly slam his finger in and out of her as he
smacked her ass hard. He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth. He
sucked it hard before pulling back to look at her. Just when she felt the
orgasm at the brink of explosion, he pulled away from her. “I hate you for what
you’ve done, but I love you enough to suffer through my hate. That doesn’t mean
that I won’t make you suffer along with me.”

Even though her body was
screaming for release and she was ready to clobber him for stopping, his words
took her back. He loved her? If she wasn’t dangling from the ceiling, she would
have professed her own love while pleading her case.

Dean walked over to the duffle
bag, grabbed the nipple clamps and walked back over to her. He kneeled down
before her, pulled her panties off and tossed them across the room. He planted
a quick kiss on her vagina before he stood to face her.

“Do you know what these are?” he
asked as he held the clamps up. She looked at the long silver chain with the
clamps on each end and shook her head. He tugged at her nipple for a moment
before he stretched it out.

“Nipple clamps,” he told her
before he attached one of the clamps to her nipple.

She furrowed her brow and
clenched her teeth together as it clamped down on the tip. It pinched the base,
leaving the tip of her nipple exposed and overly sensitized. She tried to pull
back, but he stopped her.

“Stay still,” he instructed
before he kissed the very tip of her breast. He wrapped the long chain around
the back of his neck and began to tug at the opposite nipple. This time he took
the tip into his mouth and sucked it vigorously.