by Lucian Bane
Presenting
WHITE KNIGHT DOM ACADEMY
The Beginning
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A Dom Wars Continuation
By Lucian Bane
© 2014 by Lucian Bane
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Author's Notes:
This series contains explicit scenes of sexual activity. There are scenes of BDSM (kink) activity that may not be for everyone.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, by any of the characters within is entirely accidental.
Finally, I genuinely hope you enjoy reading "White Knight Dom Academy" as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Acknowledgements:
This book is dedicated to the love of my life, the real life Tara, without whom, none of it would be possible.
Thanks to all the lovely ladies on my street team, as well as my fan-group for getting the word out about Dom Wars and its sister series, THE WHITE KNIGHT DOM ACADEMY! And a very special thank you to my trusted Beta readers.
Chapter One
Lucian and Tara sat across from the owner of Gladiators, dumbfounded with the announcement delivered by the twinkly-eyed, white-haired gentleman.
Why hadn’t Lucian inquired about the payments of the million and the stipulations surrounding the whole ‘Image for Gladiator Inc.’? From what the old dude just loosely explained, he and Tara were the reigning Mr. and Mrs. Dildo USA, and that came with requirements. For one, they only each got fifty thousand dollars to start and would receive monthly payments of twenty-five thousand each, for the next thirty-eight months. But that wasn’t the problem, it was the demands that those monthly payments came with.
“So, let me get this straight.” Lucian leaned forward, the extravagant leather under his ass moaning in response. “We have to sell your products in a town that doesn’t currently have access to them—“ he waved a hand “—never mind that the world wide web makes all things accessible anywhere in the world,” he emphasized. “But you want us to also open some kind of… facility to teach vanilla couples about the lifestyle?”
“Exactly!” The old man’s face lit up like the sun. “Imagine the joy and rapture you will bring to these couples. The freedom. Just from teaching them how to safely release their inner passions and providing them with the tools to nurture that process. Imagine the failing families, the dying, starved, sexless marriages that you would be helping. Mr. Bane, I’m not sure how you missed it, but that has been the company’s vision all along. We don’t want America thinking that the D/s lifestyle is strictly about how much pain you can give and receive, how many people you can control and manipulate, but it’s about two people exploring one another—a vanilla couple—and being fulfilled. And I don’t just mean sexually, but emotionally and mentally--” the old man jabbed his finger at Lucian, his bushy white brows raised, “--the very thing you and Miss Tara demonstrated in the Dom Wars.” He sat back now and spread his arms wide. “Why do you think you won?”
Lucian bit his tongue on so we wouldn’t sue you for nearly getting us killed. “I get it. Sir. I do.” Lucian slid his finger inside the stiff collar of the ridiculous suit he’d worn, needing more air. “It’s just… we have her Gramma to take care of. In a small town in Missouri.”
“I am well aware,” the old man sang. “Maplewood happens to be one of those towns that needs just this type of thing.”
“Ohhhh, hold on there.” Tara sat forward now. “Maplewood is not the town for something like this, I assure you.” She counted on her fingers, “One, they’re prejudiced. Two, they are up—tight. Three, re-li-gious.” She eyed him with that doozey, nodding. “As in they will have five golden cows if we bring anything like this to their town.”
The old man erupted in guffawed laughter and pointed at Tara while looking at Lucian. “I like her. Actually, I like both of you. Have from the very first round! What you two share, the entire world needs.”
“Oh my God,” Tara mumbled, shaking her head, looking at Lucian. “The town will burn us at the stake. We’ve been outcasts since I was left at the altar.”
Lucian quirked a lip at the stupidity. “Why would they outcast you for that?”
“It doesn’t matter--” she waved her hand. “--Gramma doesn’t need this. Bad enough the whole town may be waiting for us with our nude pics. Wasn’t some of Dom Wars leaked? What about what happened at the Island, surely that’s all over by now.”
The old man raised his brows with eyes closed and mouth turned down in a confident smirk. “No ma’am. Every loose end was tied up securely. Your identities are safe.” He answered the question that neither of us voiced but apparently wore on our faces. “There isn’t much money can’t buy. And I have more than I know to do with.” He added an exasperated laugh to that, like he was just as amazed as the next person.
Lucian put a foot on his knee, wagging it. Thank fuck their identities were clean. But how would they stay that way with this? “Do we… have to make it a public debacle, I mean can’t we do what’s required… undercover?”
“Suuuure!” The old man sat back with a dismissive flop of his hands, only to shoot forward again. “Look.” He clasped his hands together on the desk now. “I do understand the dynamics surrounding this type of venture. I do. And the only thing I care about is the transformation that needs to take place in America. If you need to be loud about it or very quiet--” he lowered his chin to his chest “—then do what you need. All I require is for you to show me that you’re fulfilling that.”
“Show you?” Tara glanced at Lucian. “I hope you’re not suggesting we video.”
“Oh, absolutely not!” He guffawed more laughter. “You just need to video the classroom, where verbal instructions will take place. No cameras for intimacy, dear God, absolutely not!” He looked at them like the very idea was disgusting, making Lucian wonder if his alter, kinky ego ran the Dom Wars gig.
“Wow,” Tara said, nodding absently while staring at the floor. “I think we need to think about this more.” She looked at Lucian and he agreed.
“Can we have a few days to think about this?”
“Suuuuure,” he tossed a hand at them. “But I’ll need to hear from you no later than tomorrow. Noon.”
“Umm. That’s fine.” Tara nodded then turned to Lucian, “Is that fine?”
No, it wasn’t fucking fine. “Yes, that’s fine.”
“So what about the toy stuff?”
The old man pressed a button on his desk. “Mary, bring in the prepared agreements. We’re wrapping up.”
“Yes sir,” the tiny voice said over the intercom.
“Mary is bringing the packets that will explain everything. Go over it together and call with questions.”
Mary came in and gave them two identical packets and Lucian stood. “We’ll get right on it. We need to leave for M
aplewood today, regardless.”
The old man stood and gave one clap. “You have my number.” He met them at the front of his house sized desk and extended his hand.
“Thank you Mr. Dzares, we’ll call you soon.”
“Absolutely,” he sang, shaking Tara’s hand next. “Look forward to getting started!”
They left out the office, hand in hand, each holding their death packets. “Wow,” Tara whispered as they hurried to her jalopy station wagon in the parking garage.
“Wow is right,” Lucian muttered.
“What the hell are we going to do? We can’t bring that kind of shit to Maplewood!”
“He said we could do it undercover. I just need to know the details.”
“Details. Like how many students do we teach, how many dildos are we required to sell? Jesus Christ, Lucian, this is nuts.”
“Let’s consider too whether or not we can make do on a hundred thousand. Maybe that would be enough.” But even as Lucian thought it, he knew it wasn’t. He had non-negotiable drug debts to fucking pay off.
They entered the elevator and Tara jabbed the fifth floor button repeatedly until the door closed. “No, we need that money Lucian, we did not fucking go through all that shit to leave behind two million dollars. No way.”
“Fuck,” Lucian muttered. “Look, we’ll figure out something. We’ll find a way to do this and hide it, that’s all.”
“How do you hide that?” she cried.
“I don’t know, we can call it something besides D/s for one. Like… relationship classes or some shit.”
“Ohh, good one!” she said. “And there’s nothing wrong with a couple having a little kink, you know.”
“Absolutely not. And they don’t’ need to know where the toys come from, we can devise a fake store front and name for that.”
“Oh my God, those toys.”
“If they make us sell all of them, we’ll buy them, burn the sick ones, and passively sell the rest. No, we are not selling hairy fucking vaginas to the vanilla couples of Missouri.”
“Or blow up dolls,” she said, “Although, having a Betty might not be so bad.”
Lucian looked at her and found her pressing her lips together. He grinned. “Maybe. And Steve there to help.”
Tara jerked to him. “You think he would?”
“I was joking. But knowing him, maybe.”
“We could pay him.” Tara sucked in her breath and snapped her fingers. “He could help us find the students!”
“Any help would be nice. He could maybe handle the hiding parts.”
“You think his wife would let him?”
“If we paid him, yes. It’s just another job. One whose description that we’ll keep… a bit vague.”
“He was in debt!” Tara gasped, remembering. “And he could still be.”
“You sound hopeful.” The elevator door opened and they nodded at the group of people waiting, then headed to the car.
“I’m not hoping he’s still in debt,” Tara said, “I just… it would be nice to have somebody we know.” She grabbed Lucian’s arm and stopped him. “And what about Preacher? Does he have to do all this?”
“I’m sure he does,” Lucian said. “He’d better have to.”
They continued walking and Tara wagged her finger at Lucian. “You need to ask that buzzard when you call and give him our answer.”
“Oh you can be sure I will.”
She unlocked the door and held it open. Lucian slid inside and she stuck her head in. “The teaching part of this doesn’t bother me. If anybody can teach this stuff, it’s you.” Before he could snort, she shut the door. When she opened hers, she was still going on. “You have a gift, I think. I mean you taught me of all things.” She shoved the keys in the ignition.
“I didn’t teach you anything,” he argued. “And even if I did, what are you saying, am I supposed to sexually stimulate it out of these couples?”
“No, just teach them how to.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“I’m just trying to be optimistic.”
“And I guess you’ll be teaching the women how to be submissive?”
She put her arm on the back of the seat and looked at him. “If I have to, yes,” she said, looking behind her and backing out.
They drove a ways and Tara shook her head. “I just can’t believe this. We had better find a way to do this and hide it well.”
“Let’s find out exactly what we’re required to do first.”
“We can do that over lunch on the trip to Missouri.”
“Works for me.” Lucian leaned his head back against the seat. He couldn’t believe they were required to do anything more, much less this. How long did they have to do it? How much? And what? Those were the major questions needing immediate answers.
As well as finding another way to make money. If he could get a decent job making a decent living, he could tell them to go fuck themselves with one of their top quality dildos. As long as he was with Tara and she had her Gramma, that’s all that mattered. Oh, and paying his drug debt. Couldn’t forget that one. No decent job could earn him that kind of fucking money.
Having Steve with him was beginning to feel more and more necessary. There was just something about the man that made things… more bearable.
Chapter Two
Lucian fiddled around in the bathroom of his apartment feeling like he was seventeen again with his first girlfriend over for a visit. They’d decided to go over their packets there while Lucian made sure everything was in leaving condition. He’d taken a quick shower while Tara perused every crack and crevice with a past-digging gaze. He was torn between needing to follow her around and explain every little thing she looked at, and packing his bags to get as far away from that life as he could. No, there was a third thing he wanted to do. Fuck her in every room of his apartment and cleanse the lonely place with her screams of orgasm.
“You nearly done?” Lucian jerked at Tara’s sudden presence in the doorway. “Whoa, sorry,” she said, eyeing his body. “You uh… showered. I see.”
His cock hardened beneath the towel at watching her transform into that innocent young girl he’d first met standing in line for Dom Wars. How long ago that seemed now. The sight of her sweet desire had him gripping the counter behind him. “I was going to offer you…oh fuck,” he whispered when Tara dropped to her knees before him. She yanked the towel off and sucked his cock deep into her mouth, desperate hunger vibrating his shaft. His dominance shot into over drive and he grabbed handfuls of her hair. “Fffffuck,” he half growled and hissed, pumping. “God yes, that’s what I wanted, right fucking there.” He pushed deep into her mouth, hitting her throat. “Take it all, take it fucking all.”
She answered with tiny whimpers and grunts, her eager fingers caressing his balls before reaching beyond. “Yes, fuck yes,” he clenched his eyes shut, opening his legs, ready to feel her do what only she could. “Fucking do it baby,” he whispered.
She gazed up at him as she held the base of his cock tight while toying at the entrance of his ass, working the tip in. More waves of heat locked onto his nerves and he clutched her hair tight, a deep growl rolling through his chest as she sucked along his length now, right down to his balls, taking in as much as she could and suckling with a delicate mewl. The sight, sound, and feel, nearly fucking undid him. “Jesus,” he threw his head back then quickly looked down when she slid the head of his cock all over her wet lips. “Goddamn I’m going to fuck you so very hard, love.”
A desperate heat mixed with longing filled her gaze and Lucian pulled her up and tasted his cock on her lips. “That’s where I belong,” he gasped, kissing with reckless force as he pushed her into the wall. “My cock all over your fucking lips.” He yanked on her clothes, gripping her naked breasts with both hands, the second they were free—his lips, tongue, and teeth warring for those full nipples, working the hard tip over the coarse part of his tongue.
More mewls and grunts came with t
he thrust of her breast as she worked to get her pants off. Lucian used one hand to help, and the second the jeans were low enough, he buried his finger in her silk with a growl. “So fucking wet!” He shot back to her mouth, devouring her incessant cries. Incessant but not fucking loud enough. His dominance surged in long, lusty groans as he stroked his tongue hard against hers and gave in to the rampaging demands of his finger on her core. “Don’t you fucking come yet.” His voice rasped as he turned her toward the mirror above the vanity. She glanced back as he pushed her upper body down onto the vanity. “So fucking bad, baby.”
He spanked her ass extra hard and she gasped and quivered. “God yes! Yes, fuck me.”
He pressed his hand in the center of her back and held her down while stroking his cock up and down her slit. Slowly, he raked his fingers along her spine until his thumb circled her tight ass, the pucker flexing eagerly for his touch, her pussy latching on to the head of his cock. “This love?” he barely managed the taunt while gliding his thumb lightly over his mark. “You want both filled up?”
“Oh God, yes,” she whispered, bringing her forearms against the mirror. “Please… just please.”
Lucian spanked her hard, loving the contraction of muscle at the tip of his thumb. He pushed his cock in her more and she reached between her legs, whimpering and desperate. Lucian spanked her—three firm pops—then nearly came with the clenching of her pussy on his cock with each one. Beside herself with need, she fought to push back into his body and he spanked her again, the same way. “Not fucking yet,” he barely managed between gritted teeth.
“Oh God, Lucian, please. Please do it.”
He fought to adjust his pace, breathing slowly. “When I fucking say, baby.” He clenched his eyes then slid his hands over her hips, loving the feel of her. “And when I finally say…” he latched his fingers tight to her hips, “You’re going to come harder than ever.” Lucian jerked her onto his cock, getting the only answer he wanted in that second. A delicious, helpless scream that brought a long hiss from him. Baring his teeth, he fought the urge to pound into her sweet body until they both came.
