Almost everything.
I pull into the driveway of the house I’m staying in. It’s a nice two story place in an affluent suburb, a whole world away from Marconi and his troubles, for now.
Dillon grabs hold of my hand as I go to get out of the car, eager to go somewhere I know nobody can find me, lock the door and have a proper nervous breakdown.
But Dillon’s having none of that. At first I think he’s gonna make me touch him again, but he takes my hand into his.
“I’m gonna make this work, Roxy,” he says.
“I don’t know how just yet, but I swear, I’ll fix it so Marconi doesn’t trouble you or your dad ever again.”
I can tell he means it, but I can only give a small smile, which fast becomes a frown. How can Dillon, how can anybody ‘fix’ Marconi and his crooked syndicate? He even has the law in his pocket. He’s been up on the stand a hundred times and walked, even been compensated millions by the government for slander.
The man’s a monster, but Dillon’s a saint for offering. A saint for trying.
A devil for coming here with me though, what was I thinking? He’s ready for the next natural progressive thing, like all guys are.
Me. I’m ready for a cry, a tub of rocky road and a bath then bed.
“Roxy,” Dillon says firmly, tilting my chin with his finger so my eyes lock on his.
“You’re mine now. I’m going to take care of you, so don’t worry, don’t cry. Got it?” he says, more like an order than a question.
Having him talk to me like this, I’d normally hate it from anyone else, but from Dillon it gets me wet again straight away, like I want him to take charge. Tell me what to do, push me in ways he knows I’ll like.
Make me…
I gasp as my own thoughts register.
I can’t believe I’m thinking half of this stuff.
“Tell me you’re mine, Roxy,” he says a little softer this time, and I notice the return of the lengthening bulge under his robe.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours Dillon… I just…”
But he doesn’t let me finish. His finger is on my lips and he squeezes my hand again.
“Now… This rich homeowner wear pants? I could use some clothes right now.”
I flush hard when I look down at his bulging crotch, and his eyes go straight to my chest, sending a charge of unmistakable energy between us, there’s suddenly nothing but us again. The want I have for him inside me, even though I’m so scared of him seeing me naked.
“Let’s just get inside, hm?” he says after a while, and although I try not to, I can’t help but ogle his body as it moves against that satin robe once he gets out of the car and comes around to my side, holding the door open.
Walking up to the front door, I can feel Dillon’s eyes on me from behind, making me flush again with self-consciousness this time. I know he’s looking at my ass move when I walk, but the low sound coming from him isn’t the one I’m afraid of.
He’s not making fun or feeling sorry for me.
He actually likes what he sees and he’s letting me know that in his own way, and it’s turning me on like never before.
My shaking hands get the door open and we’re inside, with the answering machine on the hall table showing nine missed calls.
Not a good sign.
I go to press play, but Dillon puts his hand over mine, moving so close to me
I can feel him pressing against me, our faces so close I can feel his breath when he speaks.
“Leave it, just for a little bit? I want a shower, maybe that change of clothes. Then we can figure stuff out, huh?”
He’s so direct without being bossy or rude, just that firm, telling me how it is voice of his that I feel my head nodding as I make another stupid little whimper.
But Dillon likes my noises, and he tells me so. I want him to kiss me but I’m still too scared that if he really did then we’d have to do everything else.
I really want that, I do, but just not right this minute.
That damned flashing light is like a beacon to my brain. Making me worry about everything like never before.
I decide to follow Dillon’s advice, and I show him where the bathroom is on the lower floor, and gasp as he drops his robe and starts to slip out of his shorts straight away, before I’ve even left the doorway.
He curls his lip and breathes in heavy, his large cock is bobbing out in front of him, a clear line of liquid running from it, making me whimper just at the sight of it.
I’ve never seen a naked man in the flesh before, and his body is so fucking perfect I feel like tearing off my own clothes and just hurling myself at him, until I catch the shadow of myself on the walls, then the reflection of my own body in the mirror opposite.
I tell myself I’ll never be what he really wants.
He’s only playing nice to get what he wants… whatever that is.
Stop it! He said he wants you, he made you feel how hard you make him…
I’m so confused I stammer something about feeding the dog and walk out, feeling the slickness between my legs soak right through my jeans.
Dillon’s growl echoes throughout the hall and I just know he’s fighting not to relieve himself, to let off the pressure in that huge cock of his. The same way I know that even if I touched myself, if I tried to cure the ache he’s given me, it wouldn’t be the same.
I need him
