Training Tessa (Hot Texas Bosses BDSM Erotica) by Lyla Sinclair Page B

imagine him hearing me with his brother.
    “I kept thinking you would tell him ‘no’ because you wouldn’t be able to stand him doing things to you. I thought you should have feelings for me like I did for you.”
    “I did. I never felt the emotions with him.”
    “You never fantasized about something more with him?”
    “No.”
    “But he aroused you.”
    I didn’t have an acceptable answer for that one. “He never even touched me, really.”
    “Ha. Like that mattered. I heard you moaning…but that’s okay. I have a belt too.”
    He took off his leather cowboy belt. Then he laid a hand firmly on my back and applied pressure. I allowed him to push me facedown onto the desk.
    My heart beat faster. We needed to talk and sort things out, but I also needed him to hold me down on his desk and punish me.
    His fingers brushed the backs of my thighs as he grasped the hem of my bathrobe and slid it up…very, very slowly.
    My pussy clenched. He’d teased me so much that morning, but I hadn’t gotten the satisfaction of having him inside me. And I hadn’t gotten to come.
    Cold air hit my ass.
    He chuckled and wiggled the butt plug I’d forgotten about in all the drama.
    I jumped as nerves in my ass reacted.
    “At least I’ve got my brother beat with this one,” he said. “His was much smaller.”
    He pushed the plug in a bit further and I squirmed in response. There was obviously a hot-line between my ass and my clit.
    “How many licks did he give you with his belt, Tessa? Five?”
    “Hmm?” I’d forgotten all about the purpose for this little exercise. “Yes…five.”
    Whack!
    The intense sting took me by surprise, but my clit wiggled its approval.
    Whack! That one was harder. My ass cheeks clenched, reminding me the plug was still in there.
    Whack! My ass burned from the belt, while my butthole tingled. And fresh cream flooded my pussy.
    Whack!
    I whimpered. That was enough. My butt cheeks were on fire.
    “What’s wrong, Tessa? Isn’t this what he did to you?”
    “You hit harder,” I replied.
    Dix chuckled. “I do everything harder.”
    Whack!
    A combination of misery and need burned through me. My nipples were still sore from this morning’s tortures, but they yearned to feel his lips, his teeth.
    My pussy throbbed… My clit pulsed.
    “Please, Dix…”
    “Who’s your master?”
    “You are. Only you.”
    The belt fell to the floor.
    “Well, have we covered everything my brother did to you? Belt, butt plug…seen you naked…”
    I was unbelievably horny and completely fed up with his obsession. Why wasn’t he fucking me already? I stood up straight and turned to face him.
    “You got a lot more than he did.”
    Dix snorted. “I guess I’ll have to take your word on that…or maybe I won’t.”
    I raised my eyebrows at him questioningly.
    “Take off that robe.” He walked around the desk and opened a drawer. “It only gets in the way.”
    I obeyed, hoping we were finally going to do something that would allow me to orgasm.
    He returned with a bottle of lube.
    “You keep that in your desk drawer?” I asked.
    “It’s where my computer is,” he replied as if it should be obvious.
    Geez, I guess all men liked porn. It wasn’t like Dix couldn’t get laid if he wanted to. I looked at the plastic bottle in his hand. “We don’t need that.”
    “We do for what I’ve got in mind. Turn around and put your hands on the desk.”
    I complied, even as butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
    “There’s one way for me to know I’ve had you in a way my brother never has because my OCD brother would never do this.”
    I looked back over my shoulder as he greased up his rod.
    I had a feeling I knew where he was going with this. I thought about how full my pussy felt when he was inside, how big his cock was.
    “What are you going to do?”
    “I’m going to shove my cock into your tight little ass.”
    My heart pounded a panic message in my chest. “But, I don’t—”
    “You said