Chapter 48: Dixon’s Slap
Stacey enjoyed a day of being buck wild and naked. Cassie slept off the weekend of work. Max slept until he got up naturally. The three people were fulfilled, at least until Max turned his phone back on.
When he slept, he decided he didn’t want to be disturbed, but he forgot about one thing. Or at least, one person. Dixon.
It wasn’t Max’s fault he had forgotten her. She was one of his clients, but she had been so sporadic recently that the last time he saw her was more than three months ago. He wouldn’t have known that Dixon would call him while he was sleeping.
Turning the phone on, he saw the missed calls. Two. There were no more.
"Shit." It was the only thing he could say as he dragged himself into the shower. He didn’t have the time to be as thorough as he would be, but he still spent twenty minutes making sure he was hairless.
Genitals. Armpit. Face. Dixon allowed his arms and legs to have hair simply because he was a man. Should he have been a woman, she wouldn’t have wanted him to shave everything.
By the time he finally got ready and stepped out, it was nearly 11:30 pm.
He looked at the night sky. He let out a breath. He called a taxi and went on his way. The entire drive, he was jittery. Of all his clients, Dixon was the one he loathed the most, but she was also the one who paid the most.
She had strict rules, and he had broken one already. But no matter whether it was broken or not. He knew what was to come. He clenched his fists and repeated his Dixon mantra.
’I must not hit women.’
When the taxi finally stopped, it pulled up to a hotel. He walked briskly up to the receptionist.
"Reservation for Martins," he said.
The man looked up at him, then typed something on his computer screen.
"ID, please."
Max handed him the ID and waited. It didn’t take long before someone came up to him.
"This is Gregor; he will escort you to your room. Best of luck."
Max didn’t like the sound of that. He was already feeling like he didn’t want to be here. But a contract is a contract. Even if she had disappeared for three months, he still needed to do his duty.
He thought of the money he would get from Liliana and what he currently had in the bank. Then there was the text from Gareth he hadn’t opened in his haste.
He thought to himself that he would check it when he went home. Now, was not the time.
Max and Gregor entered the elevator. When they did, Gregor pulled out a keycard. He pressed three numbers quickly, and a small slot opened. He entered the keycard, and the elevator began moving.
Max didn’t try to make small talk. He knew it would be useless.
The elevator stopped, and they stepped off. Max found himself in a long hallway. The hallway was simple. A table with flowers, wooden flooring, and walls painted a soft lavender.
At the end of the hall, Gregor once again used his keycard. This time, he didn’t enter. From his pocket, he took a small key fob and gave it to Max.
He saw the number 4 on it, which meant that was the room he needed to enter.
Max’s nerves were already rattled, but he took the key with firm hands. He walked to room 4. Using the fob, the door opened.
The scent hit him as soon as he opened the door. It wasn’t unpleasant or unknown to Max. It was a specialized scent Dixon created for herself. Not only did it have calming effects, but it also heightened one’s senses.
They were only used for certain situations, and Max understood that tonight would be such a situation.
He stepped inside without asking for instructions. He removed every article of clothing on his body. Every electronic device was left in his clothing. He noticed there were other pieces of clothing in the racks beside his own. His steps became deliberate and slow.
He walked down the hall; the rhythmic sound could be heard from where he stood. It was definitely not his heart. He knocked twice at the entrance to the room and waited.
The wait wasn’t long, but for Max it might well have been. He waited at the door for five minutes, keeping his breathing even and repeating his mantra.
When the door finally opened, a hand came flying at his face. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch, and didn’t dodge. It caught his cheek with a resounding smack.
Max repeated the mantra so many times that the words garbled in his mind. He felt the sting on his cheek. He stiffened his fingers to keep himself from balling them into a fist. If she saw any resistance, it would prompt her to act again.
"Come in." The person at the door said in a cold voice.
Max entered the room. Inside were three people. Dixon, the woman who opened the door and slapped Max, and another man and a woman, Mira and Mark.
Mira was currently on all fours with Mark behind her. They were both naked. Mark had a riding crop in his hand. Max now knew where the rhythmic sound was coming from.
He could see the redness on Mira’s back. Neither of them looked at him. They were still in the same position, like puppets. They only moved according to Dixon’s instructions. Once she told them to stop moving, they could only stop.
Max had always hated the way she treated them like puppets, but one session with Dixon could net him $30,000. He never had any lasting damage. It was just that she would disappear from time to time.
The contract Max had with her was a yearly contract. It had been renewed three times, and the total number of times Max had seen Dixon was no more than ten.
His eyes hadn’t left Dixon since he entered the room. Unless she said otherwise, he should ignore the two people in the room.
"You’re late," she said. "I do not need an excuse. Tell me why you were late."
"I had not slept for two days. I needed to sleep; as such, I turned my phone off. I apologize for only seeing your message after I woke up and turned the phone back on." Max kept his tone flat. He consciously tried not to carry any inflection in his voice.
Dixon hummed. Max exhaled slowly.
"Go to the bed. You will be punished."
He walked towards the bed and lay down. He briefly glanced towards the two as a sign of acknowledgement.
Dixon walked towards him. He felt her hand on his shaft, then something cold, and finally, he felt his shaft being encased.
He knew Dixon had put his penis in a cock cage.
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