The Bi-State Area

Chapter 49: Dixon’s Puppets

Max lay on the bed and didn’t get up. Without an order from Dixon, they were puppets. Blame him for being blinded by money. He needed to pay off a debt, and he thought it wasn’t such a bad thing in the first place.

Not to mention, he didn’t spend much time with Dixon. He never thought it would be an issue. That was, until the first time she hit him.

He was incredulous and couldn’t believe she had hit him, but when he thought about the contract he had signed that stated he would cater to her sexual preferences, he didn’t think hitting and beating would be a part of those preferences.

However, he learned to work around it. As long as one listened, he wouldn’t be hit.

Either way, Max had his own plan for Dixon. There were some things he had noticed during his time with her. He wasn’t certain if they were correct, but once he had the chance, he would act on his thoughts and see where things went.

As for now, he could only be at her beck and call.

Max kept his eyes on Dixon, not missing any move from her. He watched her walk over to the sofa and sit, one leg folded under the other.

He had to admit that Dixon was a beautiful woman. Her hazel eyes sparkled in the light. Her blonde hair was cut short, shoulder-length.

Her body was curvy. Her breasts were maybe a Double D. She had a supple ass. She definitely kept in shape. All in all, she was attractive.

If Max had seen her on the street, he would have looked twice. But knowing how she is now, he wanted to stay away, but money called his name.

As she sat, she pointed to Max, "Come here, kneel."

Max walked over, his cock enclosed so his steps were slightly wider than usual. He knelt before Dixon.

"Relax," she said as she had him rest his head on her knee. She threaded her fingers through his hair.

Max allowed her to stroke his hair because what other choice did he have? He wouldn’t admit that, despite hating everything else, the hair stroking was nice.

Her gaze turned to Mira and Mark, who were still in the same position as when Max walked in. He almost felt sorry for Mark, being on his knees for so long.

"Three more," Dixon said. "Across the shoulders. I want to hear them."

No one argued; the riding crop in Mark’s hand landed its first strike, and Mira gasped. It mixed with the already red welts on her back.

The sound that came from Mira was a mix of both pleasure and pain. Max watched her body stretch as if it couldn’t decide whether it wanted her to run or to accept more.

"Two," Dixon counted.

The second strike fell, and Mira’s body quivered. Her hand gripped the sheet under her. Her body was glistening from the layer of sweat on her body.

She breathed through her mouth, her chest heaving. Mark watched, unable to move, but Max could see the two were enjoying themselves.

Aside from the fact that they couldn’t move, their bodies’ reactions didn’t betray them. They were enjoying it.

Max felt the cold bite of steel on his shaft and realized he might be enjoying watching the show as well.

"Three."

The third strike drew a scream from Mira; her arms shook, and she nearly tumbled forward.

Dixon nodded. "Good. Next position. Mark, put your dick inside her."

Mira, whose hands and knees were already buckling, attempted to stabilize herself. She moved slightly, and her breasts swayed.

"Three shallow and three deep," Dixon said. "No more, no less."

Mark pushed inside. The head breached Mira, and she whimpered. Mark stopped, obviously trying to contain himself.

When he was of sound mind, he thrust shallowly inside Mira. She whimpered; Mark counted.

By the time the third shallow thrust was done, Mark was almost ravenous. His hands on Mira’s hips tightened, and he drove forward.

The sound Mira made was almost pornographic. Mark thrust inside her like his life depended on it. The sound of skin slapping skin with every brutal thrust.

The obvious control it took made the atmosphere in the room even more heated. Max was suffering. The cage was restricting him. His cock ached, and he felt he needed to be inside someone right now.

On the sofa, Dixon moved. She pushed Max’s head away, no longer stroking his hair. She placed both feet on the floor and inched towards the edge of the sofa.

Max watched her. He watched as she parted her slick lips. He saw her pussy; the colour of it was an impossible pink, like it had never been used.

Her slickness glistened, her fingers circled her clit, and she sighed. Max, eye level with her pussy saw it leaking, and his mouth went dry.

"Mark," she said, "fuck her deeper."

No more three shallow, three deep. Mark was now fucking Mira the way he wanted.

"Mira, spread your legs more. Wider."

Mira obeyed without hesitation. Her knees slid apart on the mattress, her back arched, her breasts pressed against the bedding.

"Hand on her breast," Dixon stated. "Just play."

Mark didn’t stop even as Mira adjusted. He slipped a hand to her breasts, his fingers dug into the soft flesh. Her nipples were pressed between his knuckles.

"Keep that position," Dixon said as his fingers moved faster on her clit. "Ten minutes, I expect you both to cum when I say."

As she watched them, her breathing changed. Her hand travelled to her own breast as she pinched her nipple. Max watched everything around him, unable to make any move.

He could only watch, feeling the constant pressure against his cock. The ache was becoming more profound. He unconsciously attempted to slip the cage off.

"Max, come here. Lick my pussy."

He moved before his brain caught up. He knelt between her legs. Her scent hit him, a musk that made even his balls ache.

She spread herself open for him. The impossibly pink pussy lips parted, and her swollen clit was on display for him to see.

"Three licks, slow. From the bottom up."

He leaned in. His tongue met her pussy. She was soaking. Her taste flooded his senses. He licked once, and her hips rolled. Her fingers found their way into his hair.

The second lick, and she moaned out loud. The third, and she tightened her grip on his hair.

Max’s cock screamed inside the cage. He wanted to be let out. He didn’t stop licking, and the fourth lick was slow. He dragged his tongue from her entrance to her clit.

A low moan left her lips, and her head leaned back against the sofa.

"Faster," she whispered. The first time all night, her voice had become soft.

His tongue flicked against her, licking at the lips, the entrance, and clit. He couldn’t touch her. He couldn’t drag her closer. That would result in another slap.

He could hear Mira and Mark behind him, fucking. The heat in the room heightened. His hand drifted down without permission. She hadn’t noticed the first time, but this time she did.

She had been watching him lick her pussy. When she saw this, her hand gripped his hair even more firmly. She shoved his face against her pussy.

She pressed his nose into her clit, smashed his face against her pussy lips, and coated his chin in her slickness. She rolled her hips, grinding against his face, rubbing his face into her soaking wetness.

"Punishment," she hissed. "You aren’t allowed to touch yourself."

He held her there, smearing his cheeks, his nose, his mouth, until there was nothing but the overwhelming smell and taste of her heat, then she released him.

"Keep licking."

He did. He was tortured by not being able to touch her. Her was tortured from his cock being unable to find relief, but he could admit one thing: he did enjoy the ’punishment.’

As he licked her, her hips began snapping against his mouth. Her fingers twisted in his hair. Behind him, he heard Mira scream. Then Dixon’s thighs clamped around Max’s ears. She arched off the sofa.

Wetness gushed down his chin. The sudden flood sent her juices down his throat and across his chest. She squirted. Her pussy pulsed around his lips.

Max knelt there, drenched and still licking. He was so hard he felt like he might die from it.

"Tonight," she whispered, still breathless, "you don’t get to cum. The cage stays on. That’s your punishment for being asleep when I needed you."

Fuck, Max thought. But there was nowhere to complain to. So for the rest of the night, Max was denied.