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

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.
    So, now, I’d been in the tub for over an hour, unsure of what I should do or say when I saw him.
    There’s a reason people tell you not to get involved with your boss. It’s awkward as hell.
    And it could break your heart.
    The door opened. Dix came in with a towel wrapped around his waist and damp hair, wearing an expression that nearly matched the one his brother usually had.
    He was still angry. Should I tell him the truth? Lay my heart open to eventually get ripped to shreds and let the pieces fall where they may?
    I was sure I couldn’t survive another break up like the last one.
    “Stay in the tub,” Dix said as he pulled the drain plug. “Get on your knees facing me.”
    All thoughts of romance evaporated as I was hit by a surge of overwhelming lust.
    I obeyed, although the porcelain was murder on my knees. I grasped the side so I wouldn’t slip.
    He moved right up to the tub, inches away from me. The smell of his freshly washed flesh mingled with the pomegranate scent of the conditioner I’d used.
    If I leaned forward a bit, I could run my tongue over his beautiful abs, but I wasn’t sure I was allowed that liberty.
    A flip of his wrist and his towel dropped. His rock hard cock appeared poised and ready for attack.
    He reached out and grabbed the back of my wet hair with one hand.
    When I opened my mouth to say “Ow!” he shoved his cock in it.
    “Suck me off, slave.”
    A hot tingle raced through my body and landed in my crotch.
    I took his cock in my mouth and sucked on the tip, then ran my tongue around the groove between tip and shaft.
    “Open your mouth wider,” he said in a low, stern voice. “I like to feel the back of your throat.”
    My body quivered at the thought of being completely controlled by him and his cock. I let my jaw drop.
    Holding my head firmly in place, he thrust his hips forward, rocketing over my tongue and into my throat.
    I wanted to touch myself. I wanted him to do to my pussy what he was doing to my mouth.
    The air conditioning kicked on. I was vaguely aware of the chill on my wet skin. But nothing mattered except Dix’s fingers tangled in my hair and his hard member assaulting my tonsils.
    He thrust into me several times.
    I heard him groan and had the urge to see his face, wanting to experience his ecstasy with him.
    I lifted my eyes. His muscled torso arched towards me. His head was thrown back, his breathing ragged.
    He must have realized I was watching because he suddenly looked down into my face.
    He stilled. And he stared into my upturned face for several seconds, the tip of his cock resting in my mouth.
    He pulled out. “I don’t want to look into your big doe eyes,” he said. “They might take me somewhere you made it clear we weren’t going.”
    His angry voice was tinged with hurt, an emotion I knew well. I had to tell him how I really felt.
    “Dix, I—”
    “No talking. Get out of the tub.”
    Maybe this wasn’t the time to have that conversation with him. He needed to vent some anger.
    Besides, as bizarre as it was, every time he issued a command, a surge of liquid energy shot through me and landed in my pussy.
    I stood and got out. Shivering, I glanced over at the wall of towels.
    “I’m cold. Can I dry off?”
    “A boyfriend