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easily tempted by
a day off of work.
    Melody
quickly made her rounds, checking on the stag she kept, all of whom
were amusing themselves with their toys in their rooms, napping, or
doing other activities that required no supervision on her part.
She quickly made her way upstairs, finding Dex in the library,
sitting quietly, enjoying one of Melody's old print
titles.
    Dex
liked reading, and he liked it better on older books that were
printed in real paper
    Leah
knew Melody was keeping a stag for her own personal use, but for
her assistant to be around, risking that she might overhear the
casual way she and Dex conversed with each other in such a non
client-stag way, well, it was asking for too many awkward
questions, and maybe even a little trouble.
    Dex
looked up at her as she entered the library, shutting the door
behind her. Then he smiled that wolfish smile. "Sent her home early
again?"
    Like he
even needed to ask. "Uh-huh," Melody was already undoing the
buttons to her pink silk shirt. She'd wanted to save this as a
surprise for Dex for tonight, but after watching that teaser, she'd
quickly decided it couldn't wait.
    It had
been kind of awkward wearing it under her suit anyway. Lesson
learned.
    Dex
tilted his head, catching a glimpse of what she wanted him to see
as she unbuttoned her shirt. His smile became eager. What's
that?"
    She
pulled the silk from her shoulders, revealing the blue teddy
beneath with the black laces at the back and stomach, with black
panties and a garter, but of course, he couldn't see that part
yet.
    Melody
hooked her fingers onto the waist of her pants, and, as sensuously
as she could, wiggled out of them not bothering with the clasps and
zipper.
    She'd
specially ordered this to properly fit her body, and look almost
identical to the one Dex had destroyed last month.
    Dex's
hungry eyes became all the more intense as the full costume was
revealed to him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, nor any shoes or socks,
just a pair of standard joggers. A requirement during work days to
keep Leah, or visiting clients, from catching sight of him in full
dress and mistaking him for a human.
    Safety
first, and all that.
    Still,
Dex never complained, and it allowed Melody to watch as his
erection grew out from between his legs, tenting his pants, proof
of his want for her.
    She knew
he would love it.
    "For
your pleasure, Master," she said, falling into the character of a
doe, performing a little curtsy, bowing in such a way that he could
clearly see the swell of her breasts. It made Melody love the teddy
too. Wearing it gave her something of a nicer figure.
    Dex put
his book aside, leaned back against the leather sofa, and crooked
his finger, beckoning her forth. "Come here,"
    She
loved it when he told her what to do. His commanding voice brought
a shiver to her flesh. Before Dex, she never would have thought she
would like being ordered around, would react so wantonly to it, but
she did it splendidly.
    She all
but bounced toward him, ready to climb on top of him, to have him
inside her, to ride him like she desperately needed.
    He
grabbed her by her wrists, stopping her.
    "What are you — ugh!" she cut herself off with a shaky moan, her hands
grasping at Dex's shoulders, to keep her balance, her fingernails
digging into his skin as his touch sent bolts of pleasure to her
clit. She swore she felt a warm tongue slipping between the folds
of her pussy, and she spread her legs, knowing there was nothing
really happening down there, but needing to do it
anyway.
    "Feel
that?" Dex asked.
    She
glared down at him, and he was still smiling up at her.
    "That's
your preview of what's coming. I'm going to do that to you until
you beg me to fuck you,"
    The
promise alone neatly sent her over the edge, but Dex pulled his
hands away before it could happen. Even with her hands on his
shoulders, the sensation of that warm tongue in her body
vanished.
    "Please
Dex. Master, please," she begged, Climbing onto his lap and
gyrating against