White Knight Dom Academy: 1st Semester

by Lucian Bane

  On top of that, Lucian learned from Preacher in a phone call that Becca had prophesied her pregnancy. But when it came to Preacher and his wife, nothing surprised him.

  The first concern Lucian had when he learned about her pregnancy was accidentally impaling their child with his cock when they made love. But the doctor said there was no need to change their sexual habits until the later months, and only the intensity then, not the frequency. Unless she wanted less. He could definitely handle the compromise.

  Lucian suddenly rolled his eyes at the sound of footsteps. He glanced for several seconds at the invisible watch on his wrist before barely whispering, “Two whole minutes of solitude in a place where I can’t have sex with you.” He poked his lip out in disappointment then tossed his head toward the stairs, ready to escape before company came.

  Tara’s mouth dropped. “You just want to fuck!” she hissed.

  He drew back a little with feigned surprised. “It’s technically still our honeymoon.”

  She leaned forward and whispered, “We are not going by Preacher’s definition of honeymoon! A year Lucian? You need self-control!”

  “Hey!” He raised both hands in defense and shot another quick glance at the doorway before grabbing his eternal hard-on and staring at her. “You married a healthy man.” He grinned biting his lip, watching all the telltale signs of his wife fighting her own arousal. Eyes all wide. Incredulous. He lowered his gaze and hissed. Nipples all fucking hard. The doctor said her tits would grow. And her fucking nipples. Jesus Christ he would die. She would nurse. Lucian planned to nurse too, she could practice with him.

  “Fine, come on!” she whispered, hurrying toward the stairs before company could come and stick them for an hour of strange and awkward conversation. No doubt it was Steve or Susan since Gramma was out with James repairing the farm’s fences in her favorite new vehicle since sun-up.

  It had been two weeks since Christmas, and Lucian had never had so much fun in his life. Fucking his wife several times a day in as many places and positions as he could. Carefully. Touring the farm, discovering all her childhood fun spots. Seeing the school she attended, the parks she grew up playing at. Fuck, she even reenacted how she masturbated in her bed when she was younger. Devastating! Lucian made her talk to him, tell him what she would think back then. Whatever she had imagined, he’d do. “Then I’d open my legs wide and pretend I was being fingered.” Lucian would oblige. Often he’d help with the fantasies. “Did you want your pretty clit licked?” Which got him a shocking “Yes, yes,” followed with his eager tongue making all her sweet dreams come true.

  In the two weeks since Christmas, he was a very religious man—if constantly thanking God over and over and asking how he could return the favor qualified as religious. If so, he was a fucking monk.

  Lucian quietly ran-followed Tara up the stairs, squeezing both her ass cheeks as she went. Tara swatted at his hands and he drew them away quickly only to do it again when she resumed climbing. She spun on the stairs and he jerked his hands up in innocence at the finger pointing in his face. “Stop it!”

  He whacked her hand, eyeing her with a daring grin.

  “Lucian, I mean it. I hate having my butt grabbed like that while walking.”

  He raised his brows. “And you’ve had this happen to you oh so often… when?”

  “By you!” she said. “For years! It seems!”

  “But I own you.” He grabbed between her legs and she smacked his hand to the side with a barked laugh then spun and ran the rest of the way up.

  Lucian entered their shared room and locked the door, feeling like the big bad wolf. He grabbed his cock and grinned at Tara kneeling on the bed with a warning look on her face.

  “We’re going to talk,” she said. “We need to figure out who we’re going to get for these stupid classes! Lucian! I’m serious!” She scrambled off of the bed in reverse, holding a finger out at him as he slowly made his way around to his lovely… delicious… pregnant… wife. “Look at you!” she accused. “You are out of control, I mean it.”

  “And you are horny out of your mind,” he whispered. “I so see it.”

  “You’re acting like an animal! All you think about is sex, twenty-four seven!”

  He nodded as he rounded the bed. “Your point?”

  She put up a hand, back against the wall now. “Okay fine, fine, you want me?”

  “Oh yes.” He nodded with firm nods, placing his hands on the wall next to her head. “How can I have you, Mrs. Bane?”

  She closed her eyes and he caught the little whimper. “Aren’t you… worried you’ll get… bored with me?”

  Insane fire clawed through Lucian at hearing it. That she needed to be shown again. Shown how very fucking impossible that was. “Wow,” he whispered, taking her wrists and putting them above her head in one hand. He raked hungry fingers down her arm, then made his touch extra silky at her throat. “Those are some really… nasty fears you’ve got lingering, love.” He held her entire throat in his hand, loving the little sounds she made. A desperate… eager… hunger. Lucian made sure to keep his touch oh so delicate as he slid his hand slowly up the milky column. She was waiting for it. Eyes closed, breaths shallow. Waiting for what he very deliberately tethered. Breathless for it, and that’s what turned him on. She knew he was on the very edge of reckless. And she waited with a longing for it to erupt all over her. That perfect explosion of slamming, grinding, bucking, and holy sweaty-fucking yeses! Maybe minus ten percent to preserve the life of their child.

  His hunger ate through his careful resolve and Lucian tightened his grip on her jaw and dove on her mouth with a growl. He’d show her bored. He released her jaw and raced his hand down her front and into her pajama bottoms, plunging inside her deep and fast. Her gasp shot into his mouth and he groaned. “My wife is so fucking wet and ready.”

  She made those desperate sounds and lifted her leg on his waist, helping with little flicks against his hand. “Lucian,” she whispered, sounding worried.

  “What,” he rasped, grinding his cock against her hip while vigorously ramming her core. He gripped her wrists tighter and held them to the wall as her body collapsed under the assault.

  The sudden booming knock on the door froze both of them.

  “Tara?”

  Desire quickly morphed into fury at the sound of Susan’s voice.

  “Yes,” Tara called.

  “I’m sorry, I hope I’m not disturbing, but I’m cooking breakfast and was wondering if you had an electric mixer? Was going to whip up some pancakes.”

  Lucian’s breaths came in winded gasps and he returned to assaulting her core.

  “Uh,” Tara began. “Bottom cabinet by the fridge I’m pretty sure.”

  “Okay,” Susan sang, way too jolly for Lucian’s patience. “Oh, I’m going to be sharpening some of those knives. My word, those things are dull as Steve’s jokes.” Cackling laughter. “I could use some company if you’re not busy.”

  “We’re busy, yes,” Lucian said far nicer than he felt.

  “Ohhh k.” she said, like he’d tried to bite her head off. “Didn’t mean to disturb. You might want one of those do not disturb signs, just saying,” she called, heading back down.

  “I can’t let her sharpen Gramma’s knives,” Tara whispered, sounding panicked. “She’ll shit! Nobody touches her irons!”

  Anger made Lucian’s cock harder. It was times like this he had no use for fucking people. “We’re finishing this!” He spun her and bent her over the bed then yanked her pajamas down to her knees. “I’ll fucking do it fast…” He lowered his flannels and slid in hard, growling from the initial ecstasy. He quickly grabbed her hips and bucked his own. “Just like you like it, baby.” He dug into her muscle with his fingers, focusing on the fire already roaring up into his balls. God yes. He liked hard and fast too.

  Lucian let it come, let the sound of him slamming into his wife, her face pressed into the fucking bed, pretty mouth open with her shrill gasps jol
ting with every ram of his cock. That. He let that perfection fuel the first orgasm of their day.

  Over way too fast, Lucian pulled out of her. He added a light spank on her ass before raising his pants over his still throbbing cock and pulling her with him onto the bed. “Just a quick cuddle then you can rescue Gramma’s irons, please,” he whispered, draping his leg over her hip and holding her. She responded with constant wild ride whimpers, but he hardly forgot. “I didn’t let you orgasm. I’ll make it up to you later today, I promise.”

  She managed a light snort. “Why thank you,” she said. “Lord knows I can’t go too long without one of those.”

  He kissed her softly. “Mmm no, you certainly can’t.” He stroked the hair along her face. “I’ll rescue breakfast and then we’ll come up with a hard plan for these classes.” Lucian pumped his cock against her and she gasped.

  “You’re hard again?” she asked shrill, turning her head with wide eyes.

  “Baby, I’m sorry. That’s all you.”

  “Are you still smoking Grampa’s weed?”

  Lucian buried his face in her shoulder, laughing silently. “No, I’m not. Are you? You’re like spiked or something. Everything about you makes me crazy. You think it’s the pregnancy? You’re so fucking beautiful and I can’t tell if it’s new or what. I know I’m just so happy to have you, happy that I finally have you all to myself. Seems like doing it all the time naturally goes with that,” he murmured between pecks on her shoulder.

  “Awww,” she whined lightly, holding his head with one hand. “You’re going to get sick of me. I know it.”

  “Baby, that’s impossible. The more I have you the more I want you. And if you think lust is what keeps my dick hard for you, you’d be so very wrong. You own my heart and it beats like crazy for you…” He nibbled slowly along her jaw. “…right in my dick.”

  She burst out laughing and turned to face him, stroking the stubble on his jaw. “That is so sweet.”

  “And true,” he said, soberly.

  “I know,” she whined, “which makes it even sweeter. You’re going to be such an amazing father,” she whispered.

  “Oh my God, you think?” He had high doubts and fears about that. But he knew there would be no man who didn’t try harder than he would. Lucian angled his head at hearing the stairs creaking. “She’s coming again!” he hissed.

  Tara hurried to the closet and opened it. “We’re changing,” Lucian said in response to the oh-so-soft knock.

  “It’s me, Steve,” came the mumble right at the door crack.

  Lucian hurried over at hearing Steve was trying not to be heard by other ears. Glancing back to make sure Tara was decent, he found her already in jeans and prosperity green t-shirt, stumbling into tennis shoes. Lord, it was going to be a very long, lusty day for him. Lucian opened the door a crack.

  “Are we ready to get this show on the road?” Steve whispered.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean my wife,” he hissed with vehemence then held his lips tightly together as though fighting to not scream. He closed his eyes and breathed in through his nostrils then slowly let out a breath through his not quite O-shaped mouth, more an oval with curls on the edges. “My beloved wife,” he began again, calmly, “is… being… very….” He rolled his hand for the right words.

  Poor Steve. Lucian stepped out into the hallway and shut the door. “She’s… You mean she wants…”

  Steve nodded vigorously, looking at Lucian with wide bingo eyes.

  “A lot? Still?”

  More vigorous nodding and a quick glance over his shoulder at the stairs. “You’d swear we were the ones that got married!” he cried shrilly. “I’ve been trying to play nice, Lucian, I have. I mean I know that I can use some help in this area,” he pointed to his groin, “I do,” he muttered the distasteful words. “I know that I haven’t exactly been the perfect husband in the bedroom.” He sighed and looked at the ceiling before leveling desperate eyes on Lucian.

  “Man, look. I feel you. Kinda. I mean I can imagine.”

  “Can you?” he gasped, sounding so relieved. “So you see what I’m saying? I am not made for non-stop sex Lucian.” He shook his head, making his cheeks jiggle. “My parts are either faulty or hers are. One or the other. And I’m willing to take the fall on that one, I am willing to say I’m the faulty one,” he hissed, jabbing a finger at his chest like it pained him to even consider it.

  “You’re not faulty.”

  “So you think it’s her?” Hope immediately lit his eyes.

  “No, no. I’m not saying either of you are faulty. I’m saying whatever you are and whatever she is, can be…” Geez, what was the least flammable term?

  “Fixed? Healed?” Steve whispered, trying to help. “Put in check?” He shook his head, waiting for the magic word he wanted to hear.

  Lucian grabbed both of his shoulders finally. “Nurtured.”

  Steve drew back with a sour face. “Nurtured,” he whispered, like the term were insidious.

  “As in, nurture your needs and hers.”

  “How?” he said incredulous. “Black and white, hot and cold, Lucian. The question is, are these needs right, normal, sane? That’s the question,” he jabbed his pointer finger downstairs, nodding. “That’s the question that seriously needs answering. We need a formula, a system, a chart of some kind to determine limits. I mean there has to be a-a- threshold!” His eyes were huge now. “As in what is too much sex for a woman? A man!” he rasped, his entire body jerking in his adamant dispassion. “And now my son isn’t even around to shield me, with Gramma hogging every waking moment of the day to turn the boy into Farmer Jed!”

  Lucian lowered his head and turned around, holding his lips tightly together.

  Steve made a sound of disgust and Lucian’s laughter exploded in silent snickers.

  “You are a piece of work. What kind of friend constantly laughs at his best friend’s wife’s sexual hang-ups?”

  Lucian spun around and grabbed his shoulders only to have Steve shove him off. “I’m sorry,” Lucian said, “it’s just… it’s just I’m not the person to tell this to I think.”

  He eyed Lucian with gradual suspicion. “And who pray-tell is? And why wouldn’t you be, Mr. Top Dom?”

  “I don’t know who is, I’m just…” Lucian looked down and put his hands on his hips before getting on the level with Steve. “Look man I love sex with my wife.”

  Steve appeared confused. “Of course you do!”

  “No, I mean love, love, like… the way Susan loves it?”

  Understanding slowly dawned on his face until Lucian felt the need to cringe. Dude looked like he’d just been told he had an inoperable brain tumor. “So it is me,” he whispered, slowly nodding, his eyes gradually going wider. “I’m the faulty one.”

  “Not the faulty one!” Lucian whispered. “Dude,” he grabbed his arms again. “You do not have to be like her! Or me!”

  It took a few moments for the hope to slowly light his eyes again. The tumor wasn’t terminal. “I don’t?”

  “No! You are your own man! You have needs, desires, wants.” Lucian snorted lightly before finishing in flippant assurance, “They don’t have to be just like hers; you’re allowed to be different.” Lucian shook him once. “They should be different.” He quirked a brow at him.

  “They should? Oh thank God!” he gasped, sagging in utter relief while making the sign of the cross with a kiss to the heavens.

  Lucian couldn’t stop grinning. He shook his head. “I love you bro, but you have a lot to learn about being a man in the bedroom.” Lucian put his arm around him. “But listen up. I’m going to teach you how to take control of that situation so that your wife will experience the most pleasure without you even having to touch her.”

  He drew back, shocked but clearly interested in the seeming oxymoron. “Really?”

  Lucian nodded with a sly grin. “With mere words and commands, you will have her oh so satisfied.”

&nbs
p; The worried look on his face was priceless. “I don’t know, Lucian. Talking dirty you mean? I have issues with that.”

  “Who said you have to talk dirty? You can talk however you like!”

  “I can?” He was back to lost as could be but still curious.

  “Listen…” Lucian leaned in close for a whisper while glancing downstairs. “You two are going to be a couple in the class.”

  He groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

  “Well, your wife wants sex. Or pleasure from her husband, I’d say. And I’m going to teach you how to give that while considering your feelings and needs.” Lucian gave him a secret wink. “You feel me?”

  Steve slowly smiled, getting where he was headed. “I seeee,” he whispered.

  “I’m going to help you.”

  “You’ll help me,” he repeated, nodding.

  “I’m going to help you deal with this,” Lucian assured.

  “You’ll help me,” he repeated again, “contain the fire.”

  “Yes, contain the fire. Master the fire. Rule the fire.”

  Steve’s eyes slowly filled with a burning something. “Master the fire! Rule it!” He shook his fist in the air and the bedroom door jerked open.

  “Fire?” Tara nearly yelled.

  “Shhh,” Lucian shook his head. “No fire sweetheart, just guy talk.”

  “Oh,” Tara said. “Morning Steve,” she whispered. “Everything okay?”

  “Just fine madam.” He gave her his freaky grin and slow butler nod. “How is the young mother?”