Controlling Krysta (3 page)

“No!” Dix said it so loudly I halted mid-word. “I want you to help someone I care about, and this may be the only way to do it. And I want to help you in return. Take the contract home and think about it tonight.”

Dix grabbed his hat off the corner of his desk and left the room.

*****

This is wrong. Having sex for money is degrading. Why have you put all this work in if you’re going to turn yourself into a prostitute?

Think logically. You need the money to finish school. Women take dinner and gifts from men all the time and have sex with them. What’s the big deal?

And all the time, the voices I didn’t want to hear were whispering in the back of my head.

Dominated by Mason. Mastered by Mason. Touched, teased, tormented by Mason Maddox.

Each time I let the thoughts slip into my consciousness, my nipples puckered up tight and my panties dampened.

What would he do to me if given the chance?

You don’t want a man to rule you. Don’t give him that much power over you. You gave Brandt the power over your heart and he broke it. What will Mason do with power over your body?

I slipped naked between my cool sheets, pushed away all thoughts, and willed myself to sleep.

I stood in Mason’s office, my heart pounding against my ribs.

“You’re late to work,” he said. “You know the rules. Take off your clothes.”

My chest heaved with excitement, but I couldn’t let a man treat me that way.

“You don’t own me,” I said.

“Oh, but I do.” He lifted the contract and waved it.

I stood there, undecided. He strode over and grabbed the two sides of my blouse at the neckline. He pulled them apart violently, sending buttons flying through the air.

I was appalled at his barbaric behavior. But I’d never been so turned on in my life.

Using one hand, he pinned my wrists over my head against the wall. With his free hand he pinched one of my nipples, hard. His mouth closed over the other breast. He sucked and bit at me like a ferocious beast.

Mason let go. “Take off your skirt while I get my whip.”

My pussy contracted at the word “whip.” I creamed my panties.

I awoke, throbbing and wet, realizing that, since I was naked, I’d actually creamed my sheets.

Imagining I was still with Mason, I reached down and spread the moisture from my pussy throughout my slit.

“Bend over my desk,” Mason said in my mind, as I rolled my wet finger over my clit.

His demanding voice was all I needed. I stiffened. Then I jerked and shuddered through an incredible release, working my clit until I’d milked the last spasm from my body.

The next day, I walked into the office still telling myself I would refuse Dix’s offer.

Never mind that I had signed the contract last night after my imaginary encounter with Mason. Never mind that I’d brought it with me instead of burning it.

None of that meant that I was going through with this.

When Dix came in an hour after I did, he casually glanced at my desk where I’d casually left the contract.

Without a word, he collected it and took it to his office.

I sat staring at my computer screen in disbelief. It was done. I’d agreed to go along with pretty much anything that was asked of me.

My fingers kept hitting the wrong letters on the keyboard as I thought of Mason, a few yards away in his office. Was he thinking about what he wanted to do to me? Was he even interested in me or was his brother completely off base?

Finally, I managed to focus and had even started getting some work done when Dix called me into his office.

Disappointed it was him and not his brother, I finished the page I was working on before going to see what he wanted.

“What took you so damn long?” he said from behind his big oak desk.

“I didn’t know you were in a hurry.”

“Timing is everything. I’m supposed to leave the office in a few minutes for a meeting.”

“Okay…so what’s up?”

He stood and pointed to a piece of paper. I got closer to see what he was pointing at.

As I started to lean over the desk, he came around to join me.

I twirled the page so I could read it right-side-up.

“There’s a typo, blah, blah, blah…” Dix said.

“What?” I turned and noticed he’d taken his belt off. Maybe he was going to change before his meeting.

“I don’t have time for the whole song and dance, but if Mason asks why, you can tell him ‘for a typo.’”

“Why what?”

Suddenly, Dix’s hand was on my back. He applied enough pressure to push my chest down onto his desk.

“What the fuck?”

“Loud is good, but it would be better if it sounds more like a gasp or moan.”

Dix pulled my skirt up, exposing my silk bikini panties. Was it yesterday that I was having warm fuzzy thoughts about this asshole?

“I thought the contract was for your brother’s sake!” I struggled, but he held me down.

“Yeah, but he can be a slow starter, and I don’t have months to screw around. Time for a jumpstart.”

Whack!

His leather belt sliced across the delicate skin of my thighs.

“Ouch! Shit!”

“Maybe a little louder,” Dix said.

I tried to turn and give him a dirty look, but he was too strong.

Whack!

Damn that hurt. But the pain was confusing because being held down and whipped like this caused hot tingling sensations to course through my body.

I wondered if Mason would do this to me. The thought sent a liquid rush to my pussy.

Whack!

“Uhhhh!” That one sounded like a combination of a moan and a grunt.

“Good,” Dix said. “Oh, we’d better make some marks on your ass to get him really riled up.”

I tried to twist around again, but he held me in place. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He wasn’t. However, instead of pulling my underwear down, as I thought he might, he pulled the sides up until my bikinis became a thong.

I was really pissed. I didn’t want Dix staring at my ass.

Whack!

“Oh!” I cried out. I was strangely turned on by the stinging.

Whack!

My ass cheeks burned like he’d used a blowtorch on me instead of a belt.

Whack!

“Fuck!” I tried to give Dix a donkey kick to the shin, but he dodged it. “No more!”

“Fine, but I hope you have more stamina than that when Mase gets a hold of you. This oughta do it, though. Your ass is red as an apple.”

He unhanded me and replaced his belt.

I straightened my clothes and tried to replace my dignity.

“Oh, don’t mention the contract to Mason,” he said. “Ever.”

Without saying a word, I headed for the door. My mind swam, confused about whether this had been the right scene, wrong man or just wrong, period. Wait, Mason didn’t even know about the contract?

I needed some time alone to process.

The bathroom? The copy room? Yes, I’d go hide out in the copy room for a while. Both brothers avoided it at all costs.

I opened the door and gasped when I nearly ran into Mason.

Even with his mouth closed, I was sure his teeth were clenched, just like his right fist.

Was he about to punch me?

His eyes darted from me to his brother, who had appeared behind me.

“Hey, Mase!” Dixon said cheerfully.

Mason murdered his younger brother with his dark gaze. I didn’t say a word.

“I’m headed out, now,” Dix said. “Probably be gone the rest of the day. See y’all in the morning.”

He left me there, inches away from his enraged older brother.

Mason stared at me for several seconds, his lips pressed together as if he didn’t trust himself to speak.

I could have excused myself to get back to work, but I didn’t. Dix’s little act had stirred the pot, so to speak, and I was dying for Mason to finish making the meal.

I gazed up into his eyes challengingly, and couldn’t stop my chest from heaving at the idea that we were now alone for the day.

“Could you come into my office, Krysta?” he finally said.

“Sure.” I walked in casually before him, pretending not to notice that he locked the door behind us.

He came toward me, but I was disappointed when he stopped a few feet away.

“What happened in Dix’s office?”

I was surprised that he’d gotten right to the point. “Oh, he was…um, reprimanding me,” I replied.

His right fist clenched again. “Are you injured?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t know?”

I didn’t explain that I hadn’t had a chance to check out my thighs and ass in a mirror yet. Instead I waited to see what he’d do.

“I’d better take a look then. Dix can be quite the ruffian.”

I almost chuckled at the word “ruffian.” It sounded so old-fashioned.

“Take off your blouse.”

Okay, that wasn’t old-fashioned. Should I protest and say that Dix didn’t touch me under my blouse?

No. I wanted to take my clothes off for Mason.

Unbuttoning my blouse took longer than I expected. My hands were shaking, so it was hard to work the buttons.

When I finished, I let my top fall behind me. Although I usually tried to minimized them in professional attire, I knew my full round breasts were my best feature.

Even though Mason hadn’t specified that I remove it, I reached back and unhooked my bra.

The straps slipped down my arms. He moistened his lips. His breathing became more rapid.

God, he was handsome. I imagined running my hand up his strong, smooth jaw.

“And the skirt.” His voice was unusually raspy. He cleared his throat and straightened his spine.

I removed my skirt and laid it on a chair. As I looped my thumbs into my panties, he was still as a statue. I let them fall to the floor.

After stepping out of them, I turned and placed my hands on his desk, showing him my backside to him. My insides quivered at the idea of being naked and alone with Mason Maddox.

“How bad is it?” I asked, looking back over my shoulder.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

“Hmm?”

“Oh.” He cleared his throat again. “Just a little red. Nothing to worry about.”

“Whew, good,” I replied with mock relief. “It felt worse than it was, I guess.”

The silence hung thick between us, allowing enough time for the voice of reason to return.

What the hell are you doing? He’s your boss. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, just like Brandt. Why are you standing here wearing nothing but your high heels?

“Did you enjoy your discipline?” Mason asked. His voice chased the logic away. All I wanted was his hands on my chilled skin.

How should I answer his question? If I said “no,” he might think he shouldn’t discipline me. If I said “yes,” he might think I was hot for his brother.

“No, not especially,” I finally said. “From him.”

His facial expression relaxed. What was that? Relief? Happiness?

Mason could be so stone-faced it was hard to tell for sure.

“I don’t want you to allow my brother to discipline you anymore.” I turned and faced him. ”If you are to be disciplined, I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay. I understand.” Yes, take care of it. My body yearned for his touch.

“It’s obvious to me that what you need to learn most is self-control. You have a habit of blurting out whatever’s on your mind, which is not acceptable for our receptionist.

Since you’re in here, we can have a lesson right now.”

A lesson. What did that mean? Tingles skittered over my naked flesh as I tried to imagine.

Mason stepped over to a rustic wooden chair that was centered under a western painting.

“Come here,” he said. I obeyed. “Put your hands right there.”

Bending, I placed my hands on the straight slat that made up the top part of the back of the chair. My back was slanted at a forty-five degree angle.

Leaning in close to my ear, he said, “Spread your legs.”

His warm breath landed upon my ear. A thrill wiggled through me. My pussy clenched, wishing for the same sensation.

He was so close. Would he touch me? I was so aroused by the possibility, I forgot to follow his command.

He moved behind me and pressed the right insole of his shoe against my left foot, sliding it several inches to the left. He did the same with the other foot, until my legs were spread as wide as my shoulders.

He stayed there for several seconds, a couple of inches behind me. I imagined him unzipping his slacks and easing his cock into me.

Again, he leaned forward until his lips nearly touched my ear.

“Keep your hands on the chair. Stand on your tiptoes.”

I obeyed.

He was taller than I was by quite a bit. Maybe this would make it easier for him to fuck me.

My toes became uncomfortable almost immediately.

“Now stay in that position until I tell you to move.” Mason went to his desk and sat down in his big leather chair.

I hadn’t realized how much body heat we’d generated between us with him standing so near. It dissipated immediately when he left.

I shivered.

Then I got pissed. I’d never had a man get me naked, then leave me standing alone.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said.

“You’re supposed to be learning self-discipline,” Mason replied. “And you’ll speak when spoken to.” He began typing on his computer as though I wasn’t in the room.

The air conditioning kicked on and the cool air circulated through my open pussy lips, making it clear that I’d gotten quite wet in the moments I’d thought Mason was going to fuck me.

My feet felt strained. Why was I doing this again? I really wasn’t the obedient type.

Hmm…what would Mason do if I didn’t obey?