The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

The penetration of my mouth is fiery and wicked, prohibiting me from speaking. I’m left only with small gasps of air. My eyes continue to water with each inward attack, his width doubling, as his arousal grows closer to an end. Finally, I grab his hand, unable to take another lunge.

  “I’m there,” he gasps, propelling a final deep push, nearly drowning me in flesh and cum. His warm juice hits my throat in strong bursts, and he holds himself still until the last drop shoots out.

  I turn my head, trying to take his length out of my mouth, as I gulp for air and wheeze with each inhaled breath. He kisses my mouth and enjoys the taste of himself.

  “Cove,” a familiar voice speaks next to the bed. Leondra stands next to us, wearing the same golden colored robe that she had on the other night.

  “Cove, Paul needs to speak with you,” she says, handing him her phone.

  “Oh my God. What the fuck?” I jump up and reach for my dress, still panting for air.

  “Sophia, please,” his mother says in a quiet voice. “Please honey, don’t be embarrassed. Just get dressed so I can walk you back to your place.”

  Cove has a look of hatred on his face as he grabs the phone from her. “You could’ve waited, Mother. This is completely inappropriate.”

  “Cove, darling,” she replies in a tender voice. “Paul called me. You need to talk to him. You know what you’ve done.”

  I pull my dress frantically over my head, as he sits on the bed, looking straight ahead and at a loss as to what to do.

  “Answer the phone, Cove,” his mother says, holding my underwear that I left in the other room. I snatch it from her, nearly falling over as I slide them back on.

  He places the phone to his ear and sighs; my father can clearly hear that he’s finally on the line.

  “Cove Everton, keep that dick of yours in your pants!” he shouts through the phone. He looks down at the bed, as I race out of his penthouse, and back to my place.

  Mera stands in my living room as I walk in and slam the door.

  “What gives? You were supposed to call me back, and when I called, you didn’t pick up your phone. I was worried about you Soph. And why is your door unlocked? And why are you so flushed? What the hell happened to you?”

  “Oh my God, Mera. I don’t know. I can’t even start to piece together what just happened,” I say. Tears roll down my face from the horror of Cove’s mother and my father interrupting the two of us. “I was with Cove and all of a sudden his mother was there in the room with us.” My body shudders, as I feel reprimanded by Leondra, humiliated by my father, and degraded by Cove. I fall to the floor in absolute sadness, sobbing as Mera attempts to calm me down. She patiently listens, trying to decipher what happened between the blubbering sounds that I spew out.

  “Slow down, Soph. I can’t understand you. You’ve never been this upset over a guy before.”

  My phone rings and it can only be one person. Mera lunges for the counter before I have a chance to move.

  “Mr. Jameson?” she roars. “Yes, I mean Paul. I don’t think this is a good time to speak to your daughter, she’s pretty upset.”

  “Mera, put her on the phone, now.”

  “No. I don’t think so. You’ve done enough damage for one day. I thought her mother was bad, but now I’m beginning to wonder if it’s the whole damn family.”

  “First of all, don’t ever compare me to Sophia’s mother. As my employee you should show some respect for your boss. Bite your tongue and keep your words to yourself. Second, you have no idea what’s going on, and neither does Sophia, so put her on the line so I can talk to her.”

  Mera says no again and rolls her eyes. My father says something else; she hangs up the phone, and then watches the screen. I hear an email come through and her face turns white in a panic.

  “Your father’s right, you need to see this.”

  She hands me the phone, and I look down at the online site my father just sent. The title is Her First Time Live Cam, and it shows Cove and I in the candlelit room. The camera is on him, and now I understand why he asked me to turn toward the foot of the bed. It’s a front shot of him ramming his cock inside my mouth.

  The scene causes me to instantly vomit down the front of Mera’s shirt. It’s only a friend such as her who doesn’t rally to move away when being thrown up on. My phone rings again and this time it gets tossed across the room. Mera stands to answer it, but I stop her.

  “Leave it alone. I need some time.”

  “Sorry, Soph. I don’t have all the details on what just went down, and this is way too fucked up to stay silent.” She picks up the phone and brings it back over, placing it in my hand. “Answer it.”

  “Dad? Why did you do that? Why did you send me that video?”

  “Because you need to know what kind of monster he is, Sophia. He had no right to make that video of you, especially without your knowledge, or mine. That’s not how my business works. There’s so much you don’t know, and you need to stay away from him. He wasn’t supposed to speak to you… ever. That fuck. I’m flying out tomorrow to talk to him, and I want to meet with you as well. We need to discuss all of this in person.”

  “What just happened? I don’t understand what the fuck’s going on? I thought he owned a wine bar, and I thought you hired him as a bodyguard for me. So his business relationship with you is actually the online sites?” Mera listens in on the conversation while rubbing my back as I sob into the phone.

  “He used to work for me, but he doesn’t anymore, you can count on that,” my father slams his fist on something hard, and I hear a crash.

  “Answer my question.”

  “Yes, we’re involved in the online business together.”

  “Just fucking use the word porn.”

  “Fine. As you wish. He’s also one of my top suppliers of fresh, young…” he pauses, searching for words.

  “Meat?”

  “No; women, Sophia. Young women. I try not to use words like that when referring to my employees, which is why I’m completely alarmed at what I just saw on my screen. My online sites don’t abuse women, and I sure as fuck don’t want my daughter to be in any porn. Plus, Cove hasn’t been in any videos in years. I don’t know what the fuck’s going on with him. He just crossed a lot of lines with me, and he’s done. I need you out of that building and away from him. I only hired him to keep you from harm if there was a situation. Now he is the situation. This is bullshit, and he knows it. He’s really gone too far this time.”

  “I’m not moving. I’m pissed out of my mind at both you and Cove, but I’m not leaving.”

  “I’ll be there tomorrow, Sophia. Be ready.”

  “Ready for what?”

  My father hangs up without hearing my final words.

  “Soph, what can I do?” Mera asks. “I feel so helpless right now. Do you want me to go punch that guy in the gonads?”

  I let out a brief sigh knowing she’s trying her best to heal my mind, body, and heart. “Which one?” I ask.

  “The left one I suppose.”

  I stand and head to my bathroom, needing to splash some cool water on my face. “No, I meant which person? My father or Cove?”

  “I know what you meant,” she yells, sending a giggling snort my way.

  “My father may be the crazy one in the family. He just flipped on me. What the fuck? And Cove? I’m going insane.”

  “Remember his name Soph, you’re entering the world of a person who harbors wild boars.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Wednesday evening is another session of nude modeling. I’m not much in the mood for it today after suffering through yesterday’s events, and I know my father will be at my place when I return home. I’ll have to thank Mera again for spending the night with me. She can really cheer me up when I’m at my worst, and I was close to hitting rock bottom when I saw the online video of Cove and myself. I wonder if my father’s talked to Roger and Diane about my knowledge of their job? What a complete joke my life is. Fuck-an-A. What’s real
at this point is beyond my comprehension.

  I slip off my pants and sweater from behind the screen and step into the classroom. The bright lights block some of the faces, but I can still see the outline of figures, knowing that it’s a full house. Close to forty people. I know the professor mentioned last time that tonight would be an open class, meaning anyone from the community is allowed to sit in and draw.

  “Okay class,” the professor says in a raised voice, as he attempts to quiet the room. “Sophia will be modeling for us again this evening, and like last week with Monroe, we will focus on her mid-section. Please Sophia, have a seat on the stool.” He walks onto the platform, and I sit on the cold metal piece of furniture. He stands in front of me and asks me to part my legs.

  “Go ahead and put your hands behind yourself, and you can lean back in the same position Monroe was in last class.”

  I follow his instructions and lean back with my private area exposed.

  “Is this okay for you?” he asks. “Comfortable enough?”

  “Fine, thanks,” I reply.

  My eyes start to adjust and I see Matt in the front row. He’s looking down at the area he’s about to draw.

  “Class, as with Monroe’s penis last week, I want the correct proportions in this drawing. Save the fine details of the pubic hair for last. Let’s spend thirty minutes on this, then we’ll move on to the breasts.”

  “What pubic hair?” someone calls out, sending the class into instant laughter.

  “Okay, or lack thereof,” the professor says. “Let’s calm down everyone and have a good class. We shouldn’t have any incidents like we did last week, so focus and draw. You may begin.”

  While I’m in this position I can only think about Cove going down on me yesterday, his tongue flicking my sweet spot. I have to be careful not to get turned on while students are exploring my vagina with their eyes. Small twitches will be noticeable, and just as embarrassing as the erection they experienced on Monroe.

  I scan the rows but don’t see Roger or Diane. Then, in the middle of the room, directly in front of me, is the one person I’d never expect to see here tonight. My eyes fall to her heavily covered tattooed right leg, moving up to a pair of black capris, a brown suede button down shirt, black scarf, and a plethora of gold jewelry.

  Leondra.

  She sits three rows back, almost directly in front of me with a clear view of my genital area. Her eyes meet mine and she sends that warm motherly smile my way.

  I sit on the metal stool frozen like a statue. Oh. My. God. She can’t be my new protection. No way. Maybe it’s just a coincidence. Dammit. I want to close my legs and hide. Don’t look down there. Stop looking down there Leondra. Yes, I know your son had his tongue in my vagina. Stop smiling. What’s making you so happy? How can you look at my pubic area after your son’s face was down there?

  “Students, please remember to draw the vaginal area. I can see that some of you are drawing the hips, and upper legs, but leaving out the part that I’d like you to focus on today. Don’t be timid, as an art student, you will be drawing nudes for two semesters, ending the year with a full figure drawing of yourself.”

  “Naked?” a student asks.

  “Yes, you will all be required to draw yourself nude, in front of a mirror.”

  “In the classroom?” another student asks. “I’m not stripping down naked in front of my friends.”

  “No, not in the room. It’s a two-week assignment that you work on outside of class. This is your time to practice getting used to the male and female form, and how to create observational drawings. Now, focus everyone, let’s get back to our work for today.”

  The entire class lowers their eyes to the area set deep inside my open legs. The women are focused, with wrinkled foreheads and a determination on their faces, while the men’s eyes aren’t quite as driven. They smile and glare. Some stuck in a daydream, others blushing, taking quick glances down below, but mostly staring at their paper.

  Leondra is still absorbed with the inside of my legs, her face beaming with joy as she draws my vagina. I can only imagine what role she has in my father’s business. A former porn star? Cove’s manager? Website designer for the St. Louis companies? Or just a concerned mother? Being asked to interrupt Cove and me in the bedroom gives me a better idea of the relationship she has with my dad, and although I haven’t asked him about her, I will.

  I can’t relax, or meditate, or even daydream this evening. Leondra Everton has eradicated my practice of using modeling as a confidence builder, and as a time for contemplation. I count seconds in my head, waiting for each minute to pass as my arms lock and shake in frustration. It’s a difficult pose to hold for thirty minutes, especially when all eyes are focused on one area of flesh.

  “A few more minutes everyone, then we’ll take a quick break so that Sophia can stretch,” the professor says.

  I smile at him, knowing that he can sense my strain, and perhaps even an unspoken embarrassment about this evening’s pose. Scanning the room, I finally see Roger in the second to last row, drawing intently as he always does. Diane isn’t with him this evening and I wonder if she’s okay.

  Finally, I’m able to close my legs and straighten my back, bringing my arms forward.

  “Class, let’s take a walk around the room to view everyone’s drawing. Give advice to your classmates for areas in need of improvement, and offer constructive criticism. This will allow our model to have a short break.”

  The students circle the room, chatting with their friends about papers that are due in other classes, and parties that are developing for the weekend. Roger walks up to me and extends his hand, wrapping his strong fingers around mine.

  “Good evening, Sophia. I’m sorry if you think that my wife and I are only here to watch over you. We are enjoying the class and it’s a bonus to be able to learn new skills as we do our other job.”

  “I understand, Roger. No hard feelings at all. So where’s Diane?”

  “She has her second evening of modeling at the college she talked to you about. I’ve never seen her so happy and excited about something besides our son. You’ve definitely inspired her to try new things.”

  “I’m glad,” I say, while taking a break from the stool. I stand, twisting my upper torso to the left and the right in preparation of my next pose.

  The professor admires his student’s drawings, stopping at the best ones to point out areas of excellent shading, blending, and accurate form. “Whoa, what have we here,” he says. “Who created this drawing?”

  “I did,” Leondra responds, as she walks over to him.

  “You must have some training in figure drawing.”

  “Yes, I have a terminal degree in fine art and took many years of drawing back in the day.”

  “Class, I’d like everyone to walk by this drawing, examine the fine details, the outstanding use of line, and extraordinary photo-realistic results that she obtained through accurate observational skills. She keeps her pencils sharp, and focuses on the most important areas in front of her. This is a beautiful drawing.”

  I place my robe over my shoulders and walk over to Leondra’s drawing, wanting to see this masterpiece for myself. Students are in awe, with true astonishment on their faces as they pass by the piece. It’s beautiful.

  She was able to make my body look elegant and sexy, using extreme lights and darks. Her technique and advanced skill creates a drawing that resembles a photograph, and I’m just as bewildered as the rest of the class.

  “I hope you like it, Sophia,” she says in a soft voice.

  “I’m amazed. Thank you,” I respond in a stupefied tone. “You are a remarkable artist, although I’m a little embarrassed by the subject matter.”

  “Oh sweetie, please. I’ve seen millions of these things. I have one myself you know,” she smiles in her usual warm way, and continues on in a hushed whisper. “I didn’t know you were the model for this class, Sophia. I’m not here watching over you, so please don’t think
that your father sent me. I came on my own, and only because I miss being around other artists. If I had known you did this, I would’ve chosen another night, or another location.”

  She sounds sincere and I give her an understanding nod. She may be the one person I can trust right now, and after hearing all of this, I’m beginning to like her. Maybe she didn’t mean any disrespect yesterday in the bedroom. She could have just been looking out for me, and her son. I turn away from the drawing and give her my warmest smile. She looks relieved and rubs her hand gently on my arm.

  “You’re beautiful, my dear,” she says. “And don’t ever forget it.”

  ***

  Leondra left the class after drawing my breasts and didn’t stay for the second half of the evening, which was a one-hour full body pose. I was happy to leave wearing my warm clothes, concealing myself from the world. The pleasure I used to feel from nude modeling has waned, and I don’t know if that’s because Cove’s mother was in the room, or because of my new interest in him. I suddenly lack any desire to show my body to anyone else.

  I need to talk to him about yesterday to find out if he has any feelings for me, and if he does, he needs to tell me why he did that. I can only assume that his real motivation was simply to make a buck for the company. After displaying so much kindness in the past, and with a gentle voice like his mother’s, I’m in total disbelief that he would do this to me. I’m the type of person who demands answers when dealing with deceitful people, and I need to know what happened between us.

  The elevator door to my floor opens and I hesitate, knowing that my father will be waiting for me at my place. I see a small red splattering of what appears to be blood on the wall next to my front door, and when I step into the hall for a closer look, Leondra’s pacing frantically outside of Cove’s door. There’s a large guy standing outside with her. He holds her back as she tries to squeeze past him, into her son’s place.

  I hear a thud, and the sound of breaking glass before my mind is able to process the sight before me. I rush to his door, trying to break through the large body that blocks the entrance.