by Lucian Bane
Still too dumbfounded by the idea to contemplate that, she wondered in confusion, “So why does everyone have a wedding?”
“Well, originally that was just a celebration of the marriage agreement. But the marriage covenant is a contract signed by the finger of God. Through consummation.”
“Wow,” she whispered. “So, we sign by…”
“Fucking, yes.”
“Making love you mean.”
“With me, it’s the same thing.”
“How?”
“Because I fuck you with all that I am. Always will.”
She dove on his mouth and kissed him, his words making her out of her mind horny.
“Damn,” he groaned.
“Your fault,” she smiled. “Too goddamn sexy for my own good. Oh, sorry God, no offense.” She pulled back and looked at him, realizing. “Is it wrong… that I want…”
“If you want it, it’s likely not wrong,” he smiled.
“I want…” She lowered her gaze, feeling childish. “I want a wedding.” She forced herself to look into his eyes. "I want to wear the white dress and I want to walk down the aisle and meet you at the front, I want the whole world to see that…” She suddenly couldn’t breathe around the lump in her throat. “That I made something amazing of my life.”
“By marrying me?” The question was serious, like he could never imagine her getting that interpretation from such a thing.
“Yes,” she said, her breath shaking. "If I never did another single thing in my life but spent it loving you and being a good wife, then… I would count myself the most successful woman to ever live. Blessed, really because… I can’t earn this,” she choked out, tears falling. “I couldn’t ever measure up or earn what you give me.”
“Fuck, Angel,” he swore, pulling her in for a kiss that said how much that meant to him. It meant the world judging by how he devoured her. “I’d sell my soul to give you that wedding. To God, of course.” He smiled against her lips. “But then, he already owns that. I might have to take out an actual loan.”
“No! Just… something simple.”
“Oh, hell no,” he said, back to devouring her.
“Daniel, that’s sweet,” she said around his kiss. “But I don’t want lavish and extravagant, I already have that with what we share.”
“I swear, if you keep coming at me with those amazing one liners, I’m going to sell all that have to give you the best wedding in the world.”
“Stop!” she laughed. “I mean it, we have to consider our future. We’ll need a house.”
He paused, looking at her. “How many bedrooms?”
She slowly smiled. “How many do you want?”
“Really?” He eyed her in awe. “How many do you want?” He added a hard look with, “Don’t you dare say however many I want. It’s your body, your sacrifice, your decision.”
“What if I only want one? It’s not like you have another wife to give you kids by.”
He smiled and stroked her face. “I’ll get a dog to make up the difference. Grow a garden. Or use the extra time finding new ways to fuck you, the options are endless, really.”
She threw her head back and laughed before leveling an excited look at him. “Is three a good number?”
He gaped and smiled. “Three!? Are you fucking kidding?” he half shrilled. “It’s the number of the Trinity, it’s not just good, it’s divine.”
“Perfect,” she said with a grin as he sat there, appearing frozen in awe.
“Wow,” he gushed finally. “We just got married and had three kids in like... fifteen minutes.”
“Oh my God,” Nineveh cried, grabbing his arm. “I have the best idea ever! Let’s get married here. In Paradise!”
“Seriously?”
She nodded with an excited smile.
“If that’s what you want, that’s what I want.”
She snorted with an eye roll.
“No, for real, I have zero preferences except that you get what you want.”
She drew back a little looking at him. “Well that sounds very familiar.”
“I’m sure it does, but this is different.”
“Sure it is.”
“It sure is.”
“How,” she challenged.
“Because sexual pleasure is like… a rhythm your body moves to and it’s created by existing physiological parameters.”
She gave a snort. “Oh, now you’re pulling out the big brainy guns.”
“If that’s what it takes.” He reached over and slid his finger over her nipple. “That kind of pleasure right there is not as subjective as what color dress you want to be married in or what town, etc. That song has already been written and you would need—or I would, actually—to learn your body so I can make it sing that divine song to perfection.”
“You’re about to make me sing now,” she breathed under his hypnotic strokes over her breast. “Maybe you need to write that down, could be part of your teachings.”
He dropped his hand next to hers, lacing their fingers. “The song of your body will only ever be played and heard by me.”
“Not my body’s song!” she laughed. “The cool song-theory, thing.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“No, not maybe!” She had another wonder or idea. “But… I can learn new things, right? Sexual things?”
“Of course. As long as they don’t cross hairs with the core notes, you can sing it in many languages, with many instruments.”
“What does that mean, cross hairs? How would you do that?”
“We’re created for pleasure and there’s a certain set of moral dispositions that are designed to facilitate those pleasures. Charity, honesty, loyalty, passion. Devotion. The body naturally thrives from the moment of birth under those laws, all of society does, in fact. And when you cross those laws, wires also get crossed. But buried within the crossed wires are the good wires and this is a big reason most people get drawn into bad situations.”
“What… do you think is in the BDSM that draws women in?”
He looked out at the lake, then back down. “I can see how the D/s appeals to both men and women. But those dynamics require a particular ingredient within those actions.”
“The love, passion stuff?”
“Yep. Without those, you end up with people who are loyal to the pleasure people can give them rather than loyal to the people that give them pleasure.”
“Oh my God that, makes so much sense.” She turned a little to him. “We need to write that down too. Don’t forget these.”
He chuckled, angling his smile at her.
“Do you think… it’s all that bad to…to embrace the cross-wires created from abuse?”
“I do. It’s both damaging and dangerous. Because there is no part of the human psyche equipped to sustain any formula void of those moral laws.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean the human body will eventually get sick if the wrong foods are fed it, literal foods, mental foods, emotional foods. You can’t violate the codes woven through every single fiber of the universe, including the humans that inhabit it, without paying the consequence. This universe is made for humans and humans are made for the universe. You violate the laws of either of those, you sow deficiencies that lead to countless abnormalities. But at the end of the day, even if it means pretending there isn’t a problem or calling the abnormality normal, people are merely following one powerful instinct they cannot deny.”
“What?” Nineveh whispered.
“To be loved. To be accepted. And while God loves and accepts all of us, it doesn’t and will not change the laws, you will reap whatever you sow. We’re made how we’re made, we’re designed how we’re designed. We can either embrace that and strive with our crossed-to-fuck wires to achieve a level of harmony, or we can strive against nature itself and reinforce the problems within the generations that follow. Either way, we’re all in for a fight, because every single one of our asses is stuck with plenty of c
rossed up shit by the time we make it to adulthood. No man or woman is exempt from that fight.”
“God, that’s so depressing,” Nineveh realized.
Daniel shrugged. “This world has been sowing deficiencies and reaping abnormalities into the human race for thousands of years, nothing new,” he said. “And it will all collapse eventually. We’re on a slow spiral of death and destruction and most people don’t even realize it or prefer to remain oblivious, live for the moment, live for themselves, fuck our future generations. They think this world can’t crumble, they think it’s indestructible, but it’s not. It’s a living thing, just like we are. It has laws people violate and it too suffers the consequence.”
“So depressing,” Nineveh whispered again.
“It would be if God wasn’t actually conducting a clean-up plan.”
A wave of relief hit Nineveh at remembering that. “Right, right! He’s pretty darn amazing, isn’t he?”
She felt Daniel’s gaze on her and turned to meet it. “He sure is,” he murmured. “Must be why you’re so amazing.”
She got serious as she considered his prior words. “Pretty sure I might be…extra mis-wired, or mis-fired.”
He grinned at her and kissed her nose. “Who isn’t? We just have to sort it.”
“Just sort it,” she said, wanting to laugh. “Like a thousand-piece puzzle. Of the frackin sun.”
He shrugged. “No sense in crying over the hand you’re holding when you have the option to throw the cards and draw five more.”
“And what if you draw five more crappy ones?”
“Shoot the dealer.”
She busted out laughing before getting excited again. “Oh my God, do you realize how amazing this could be?”
“Being married to me?”
“Yes! But not that! This whole me and you thing, helping women in the community! Other women that did dumb shit like me and are stuck.”
“It’s not dumb to want to love and be loved. It’s not even dumb to be blinded by that need since it’s pretty much hard to see around. But it’s evil to use the goodness in people for your selfishness with no thought to their welfare. That’s not a real man or a real woman. Those are broken children in adult bodies that have succumbed to the fractures in their souls.”
“Wow,” she said, feeling amazed. “I mean you just… said that in a way that actually made me feel sorry for them.”
“You should. Their fate isn’t a pretty one. Not in this world or the next, unless they happen to run into a hammer that can shatter the fucked-up shit in their head.”
She sucked in her breath with open mouthed excitement. “We’re the hammers!”
“We are. But if you wait too long, the only hammer that can smash through their wall is the one that death carries in his right hand.”
“Ohhh, what hammer is that?”
He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her. “It’s death.”
She busted out laughing and he pulled her head to his shoulder, kissing the top of it. “You’re too good for me and this world, you know that?”
“Oh pleeeeeease!” She pushed him then yelped when nearly falling off his lap into the water.
“You almost cut the branch holding you,” he laughed. “But I bet that water feels good at this time of the year. You wanna swim?”
Chapter Ten
“Uhhh hell no! You said it’s freezing still.”
“Little cold water never hurt anybody.”
“Says you! I don’t like ice cold water.”
He set her on the pier next to him and stood, removing his shirt.
“Oh my God, you’re going to swim in that? You can’t even see through that water! It’s black! God, you’re sexy though!”
He tossed her a grin matching that sexy. “Here goes nothing.” He dove in, his body hardly breaking the surface in a perfect dive. When he came up, he let out a yell that made her laugh.
“You’re crazy!” she cried, looking around.
“Come in with me,” he called.
“Helllll no!”
“Coward!”
“Mooooo,” she said, unashamed.
His deep laughter rang across the lake making her tummy tickle at the sexy sound. “Moooo? You think cows are cowards?” He let out another laugh at that. “You get in here, right now,” he ordered, spanking the water and sending a spray toward her. “I have to kiss you.”
Nineveh backed up from the edge of the pier when he swam toward her. “Come out. We can go in and take notes. And research. Find some names for our adventure.”
“Names, huh?” He reached a hand up toward her. “Help.”
“Nooooo, I don’t trust you.”
He grinned and placed his hands on the edge of the dock and launched himself onto it. He stood dripping wet, a glistening god of lust. “Your nipples are so hard,” she said wistfully, still backing up.
“Where are you going?” He snatched up his t-shirt. “I need warmth.”
“You can come get it way over here,” she said, hurrying onto land.
“I could just carry you and throw you in,” this while he’s walking toward her.
“Do not, Daniel,” she said emphatically.
He ran for her and scooped her screaming ass up and walked with her toward the pier.
“Daniel!” she shrieked, kicking and holding his neck tight. “Don’t! Daniel no no!”
He stood at the edge of the pier and began swinging her from side to side. “One….”
“Daniel, I’ll kill you!”
“Twooooo.”
“I can’t swim!”
He froze with her in his arms, looking at her.
“I swear it,” she gasped, her heart hammering with panic.
“Why the fuck are you just now telling me that? I could’ve thrown you in!”
She leaned and kissed his cold lips. “I’m sorry… it’s your family lake that you love so much. What a party pooper I’d be to not be able to swim in the lake you grew up loving?”
“God damn girl,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her, his breath hot in contrast to his cold lips. “You drive me crazy with how sweet you are.”
She smiled against his mouth. “Is that bad?”
“Yes,” he said, walking back with her.
“Bad enough to get… punished?”
“Your ass is mine.”
She hissed. “It’s still sore,” she whined.
He stopped in his tracks, glaring at her. “Are you serious?”
She bit her lip at his pissed face. “You spanked me hard that last time. And a lot. So many pow-pows.”
“Then I’m the one getting punished.” He resumed walking.
“Ohhhh, like how?”
“You tell me.”
“But I’m not good at that,” she said, not wanting to ever hurt him. “Unless it’s… the kind of punishment that feels good?”
He rolled his eyes. “You mean like tie me up and force me to eat your pussy? Your sadism is pathetic.”
She smacked him on the shoulder. “Of course, it is! And if you have a problem with that, take it up with God. He said be nice and that’s what I’m doing.”
“Speaking of crossed wires, it’s not that I want you to hurt me, I just want you to… crush me. No, wait, that’s no better. I want you to teach me, yes, that’s it, teach through punishment that you are the actual boss in our bedroom, the puppeteer holding all the strings.”
“Awwww,” she rubbed her palm on his chest. “These strings in here?”
“All the strings everywhere.”
“What’s that saying about strings?”
“The apron ones?” he wondered.
“No, the attached ones, the no strings attached.”
“Right. All my strings are attached.”
“And tangled,” she said, putting hair behind his ear.
“In you, yes. A happy mess of blissful confusion. Don’t touch a thing.”
She laid her head against his shoulder with a sigh. “I like
you carrying me. I feel like such a damsel in distress being saved by my handsome, sexy, Preacher Dom.” She lifted her head. “Ohhh.”
“What?”
“I’ll have to play the part, you know?”
“What part?”
“The Godly submissive!” She sucked in a breath, realizing. “I’ll need to change a lot of things. How I dress, how I speak, how I present myself.”
“No, no, no,” Daniel shook his head.
“What? Yes, yes, yes. I need to show them what a true woman of God looks like.”
“She looks just like you, just as you are.”
“Pffft, no! I am not perfect, I have a lot I’d like to fix about myself.”
“Name one.”
“Like… like…”
“You don’t even know.”
“I do! You’re pressuring me, I’m searching for the right terms. My attire.”
“You already made those changes.”
“Yes, I did and that’s the kind of changes I mean. Wholesome ones. On the outside, of course.”
He laughed and nodded. “Definitely just on the outside, please.”
“And my mannerisms,” she whispered when he opened the door on the balcony.
“We’re alone,” he whispered back. “What about your mannerisms, I have to hear this.”
“Well, just… I don’t really act very ladylike.”
She watched his eyes roll as he fought to open his bedroom door.
Nineveh turned in his arms, helping him. “I’m loud, I’m obnoxious. Rude. Which is the same thing. Crass. Nothing like that woman in Proverbs.”
“Which one?”
She squealed when he tossed her on his bed. “The amazing one.”
“All the women mentioned in the bible were pretty amazing.”
“That one that got up at the ass crack of dawn and had her own business, took care of everything to do with the house and family, sold her-her fine cloths of purple and shit, plus so much more.
“And shit?”
“Figure of speech. A very crass one, I might add,” she said, proving her point. “And I suck at paraphrasing,” she muttered, fetching his Bible off his dresser and following him to the bathroom.
“You definitely good at sucking.”
“Don’t change the subject. Hold on, I’m about to find you this amaaaaaazing woman of God.” She flipped through the pages, finding Proverbs.
