by Dani Stowe
“Mmm,” he moans...or groans...or perhaps it’s a growl. A growl a beast would make before he’s ready to take a bite out of his meal.
The limo comes to a stop beneath a street light, which shines through the window glass, creating a soft yellow glow across the backseat and I’m finally able to get a good, full look at the man. He’s muscular and not so angry looking as I thought he would be. Dare I say he might even be handsome because he has a quirky quietness about him, despite the physical manhandling.
There was a time when I was so naïve that I would not only wish for but allow a man to possess me this way. I used to want a man to own me... well, all but one man, because he was a boy really. A boy that I regret never possessing myself.
And this man? He could easily claim me. I can see he wants to in the way he’s looking at me like he’s hungry, like he’s truly a beast ready to eat—I fear he just might devour me.
His weight between my legs becomes apparent and I try to shift but that does not distract him. He strokes my collar bone softly with the back of his knuckles where a few strands of fake pearls remain. Anxiety grips me again as my breathing picks up—the tips of his fingers find the exposed upper cushion of my breast. I instinctively react, grabbing his wrist. He’s already wedged between my legs. Does he think he can just touch me? We struggle until he grips my neck with his other hand. He’s so strong, I’m confident he could choke me. Crush me. He is not gripping me so tight that it hurts but my body is aching from all the tension and fear. I wish he would just tell me what wants! Is he going to kill me? Beat me? Fuck me?
“Where is it?” he asks, speaking finally with a low gravelly tone.
“Where’s what?” Does he think I’ve stolen something from him? Is this why he’s abducted me?
“The necklace I bought you,” he groans.
“Mister, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, you don’t know?” He sounds perturbed.
“No,” I shake my head and he grabs my hip to roll me.
Smack! He slaps my ass. “Did you lose it?”
“Did I lose what?”
He raises his hand. Oh fuck, it looks like he’s really going to smack me to the point it hurts.
“C’mon, doll.” He slaps my ass again.
It doesn’t hurt, but, “Ow!” I let out.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I cling to the wrist that has its large hand at my neck. I pull hard before it strangles me. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I didn’t lose anything of yours. Let me go you big ape!”
“Ape?” he laughs, which irritates me. “Holy fuck,” he groans, letting go, backing up, and running his hands through his thick hair. “You have no idea who I am.” He squints. “Are you scared right now?”
“Yes, I’m scared.” Damn, can he not see that?
“I’m sorry,” he says and rolls my hip again to rub my bottom, which is awkwardly comforting. “I may have gotten carried away. You’re just...so...”
“No, I got carried away!” I snap and then shiver, realizing I might anger him. I change my tone to sweet again. “And you need to take me back, please. I need to go to work.”
“Sorry, doll face,” he scratches his beard, “but you’re not going back to work there.”
I lick my lips. My mouth feels so dry after all this heavy panting. “Look, I know you’re a friend of Nick Rohr’s and you seem to know my sister, so if you could just be so kind as to take me ba—”
“You’re coming home with me.”
The announcement shakes my soul. “Mister—”
“Mr. Nine,” he scoffs.
“Mr. Nine, I’m not a whore.”
“I certainly hope not, Nancy.”
He knows my name.
I watch him reach into his pockets with both hands. I’m sure he’s thinking he can just offer me cash and make me do what he wants.
“I’m not going to fuck you if that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t know if Sam, the club owner, or Nick Rohr put you up to this and I don’t know how to be any clearer, but I’m not a hooker.”
“No, but I’m guessing you might be willing to dance for me.” He pulls out his phone. “In fact, I know a song that might force a little wiggle from you.”
“You can’t force me to do anything and if you want a dance, you have to take me back to the club.” This is the first time I’m desperate to go back there. I hate dancing there but I need the money. We need the money.
He devilishly grins at me and then swipes at the screen. He lays the phone behind the seat on the rear deck, twists to grabs my hands to pull me up, fronts me, and grips my face between his rough palms, staring blankly at me.
I huff. “Do you honestly think—”
A familiar melody plays and my chest rises. My heart feels like it’s being pumped full but not of anything as sweet as the song playing. I feel anguish, sadness, sorrow, regret, humiliation, dissatisfaction, and remorse—a million emotions flood my mind, body, and soul at once. Looking into the eyes of the man before me, I see something. It’s something I have not seen in a long time and it makes me feel horrible. I’m a horrible person.
Through this man’s eyes, I see my past and every day of my life that has led me here to this point—all the choices I’ve made and the person I’ve become. I thought I was better than him—this man—but the truth is, he was better than everyone. I saw it. We all did and he paid for it.
I remember the stare he gave me before he was taken outside by my ex to get beat behind a diner. The stare he gives me now is similar, likes he’s waiting, waiting for me to step up and do something. Apologize? That would not be enough. I should probably give him more. He deserves more. Whatever he wants, I want to give it to him.
I focus, trying to really see him. I should not be surprised his physique on the outside has grown to be as beautiful as what I know he carries on the inside.
“Tiny?” I whisper through Amos Lee singing softly.
“Mhm,” he smiles with a flick of his tongue across his upper lip. It’s the kind of wicked smile I would’ve never suspected he’d be capable of when we were younger but it’s also the kind of smile that forces the outer corners of my mouth to quirk up and smile back.
Tiny swipes his bottom lip with his tongue and I suspect he’s going to lean in and kiss me, but instead, he cocks his head back, slipping something under his tongue.
Chapter 4
Nancy
My mind goes into a free fall and suddenly I can’t think clearly. I shut my eyes squeezing them tight.
“Nancy, are you okay?” asks Tiny, his hands stroke up my forearms where his fingers find my elbows to wrap and squeeze.
I wiggle an arm free of Tiny’s grasp to plant my forehead in my palm. This feeling I have is strange, so I don’t answer him because I truly don’t know if I’m okay or not. My mind has gone blank except for a squeaky, grinding sound that is not coming through my ears. I hear the squeak of bolts in my mind. At first, I question whether I should be afraid of such a sound until I realize what I’m hearing and I get the most amazing feeling like I’m floating, going up higher and higher until I come down with a swooping feeling like I’m about to touch the ground except I don’t. Quickly, I’m swept back up into the air to float once more. The process repeats—float, swoop, sweep, float, swoop, sweep, and I know what’s happening. I’m swinging. I’m in a memory. A happy one.
Tiny’s large hands grip behind my neck, his callouses scraping my soft skin. “Nancy,” he growls, jerking my head up to face him and snapping me back to reality.
I open my eyes, knowing my body has come back to the real world, but the sight of Tiny in front of me keeps things surreal. He looks so different from the geek he once was as well as from the kidnapper he seemed to be just moments ago, all of which is playing with my mind. It’s confusing to be face to face with the man in front of me now.
My eyes have adjusted to the dark and from beyond the high chee
kbones, square muscular jawline, and trimmed chestnut-colored beard, I see only a small resemblance of the young man who was once a gentleman to me—the young man who was ever-so-sweet and pushed me on a swing for as long and as high as I wanted to go.
The thought of that young man makes my heart soar but this version of him—grown, muscular, and dare I say, handsome—stirs something else inside of me.
“Nancy,” Tiny repeats. His voice has even changed into a sexy drawl. It’s lower, much lower than when we were kids and I ask him to say my name again, so I can watch his plump red lips move.
“Nancy.” He smiles revealing those pearly canines once again and contrary to the feelings I’d had about him earlier—fearful that he might hurt me—I’m strangely wishing he would outright bite me right now. In fact, I’m tempted to slip a piece of myself in his mouth so that he might chomp on me.
My imagination is running wild and I imagine pieces of myself being bitten...a finger, a tongue, and then of all things, my nipple and maybe even a toe or better yet my—
“Nancy, are you okay?” The crease between Tiny’s brows furrows as his eyes pop wide with worry, and he traces his fingers along my hairline, which is beginning to bead with sweat.
I’m getting hot. So hot. The air conditioning is blowing and I’m dressed rather scantily but I find I cannot stop fanning myself with a hand.
Raking his palm down my cheek he grabs a hold of my jaw. “Baby, talk to me. How are you feeling right now?”
Baby. He just called me baby and it's ironic how I used to think of him as such because he’s no baby now. He’s not a geek anymore either. He looks Goddamn sexy.
Gripping his biceps, I lunge at him. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I want him. I want to claim him—both the wonderfully sweet kid he was and the sexy beast he is now. I lean my puckered mouth in his direction, but he pushes me back by my head, his hand still wrapped across my jaw. An ache finds its way into my chest.
“Nancy.” His voice says he’s determined. “You haven’t answered my question. How are you feeling?”
As Tiny’s question ruminates in my mind, I still cannot find the words to answer him because the ache in my chest is becoming extremely uncomfortable and, although I’m beginning to like the grip he has on my face, I would feel a lot better if he was gripping my body instead.
Actually, I might feel a lot better if I was gripping his body.
My hands immediately find the vertical seam of his shirt and I tear his shirt open.
“Nancy!” he shouts with what I believe is embarrassment and he begins to scold me, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m so hypnotized by his taut, ripped abs...I run my hands over them.
“Nancy, stop,” he mutters, gripping my wrists, but that doesn’t stop me. I lean in to lick his bare chest. “This is not my intent,” he continues. “I just want to know how you feel about me now that I’ve...now that I’ve...I’ve cha-changed.” He’s stuttering as I smooth my lips over his hard pecks and take a nip at his collarbone.
Tiny’s grip at my wrists loosens and I use the opportunity to free myself, fisting his wavy hair at the top of his head with both hands and using his head as leverage to climb over and straddle him. I rock my hips up and down over his groin to feel his erection is already hardened.
“Nancy,” he says my name again with breathless exasperation as his palms find my ass to squeeze and my fingertips pull at the clasp of his belt. “Baby, what are you doing?”
“Exploring.”
He tilts his head with a flutter of his pretty lashes. “So, you like me like this now, do you?”
Freeing the belt from his pants, I undo his button and fly. “I’ve always liked you.”
He strokes his fingers through my hair, making my entire body tingle. “I don’t think so. You left me. Remember?” Tiny fists my hair tight at the back of my neck and I gasp with the tug of my head being pulled back and away from him.
The ache in my chest returns but this time it’s gnawing at me and I’m desperate to make up for the mistakes that I’ve made. I want to be close to him. I want be touching him. I want to fuck him.
“I was wrong to leave you. Let me make it up to you, Tiny.”
“Mmm,” he moans as I slip my hand through the hole of his briefs to grasp his hard shaft. If I had known he was this big—this thick, this long—I might’ve reconsidered ending our date so soon long ago. Pulling his mass from his pants, his gaze wanders down to watch me stroke him and he pulls my head closer to his.
“You don’t have to do this, Nancy. You don’t have to make anything up to me.”
“But I want to, Tiny. I want to make things up to you. This is what you want isn’t? If it is, I need you to know, this is what I want too.”
Tiny’s eyes wander up and down my body. The longing he has for more—for my body—is obvious. But unlike the rich bastards who pay a lot of money to see me topless, I’m longing to expose myself completely to this man and hopefully, be touched. I pause from stroking him to reach around myself, unclasping my brazier at my back so my breasts can come free.
“Fuck, Nancy.” He blinks as I strip my top away. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Touch me,” I beg. “Tiny, will you touch me? I have an insatiable itch to be touched. Please touch me.” Tiny let’s go of my hair and palms my breast—kneading, which only makes the itch in my core worsen. Raking my fingers through his hair, I beg for more from him. “Tiny, I need more.”
Tiny wraps one arm around my back. “What do you need, baby?” He cups my breast with his other hand, leaning his head towards my chest. “You need this?” With a squeeze of my breast, my nipple pops right into his mouth and I moan as he sucks and laps.
“Oh yes.” I rock my hips against him to rub my bikini covered crease along the front of his erection.
Tiny’s lips drift to my other breast where he suckles my nipple. He groans as I fist his hair tighter for more leverage, riding the front side of his erection with more vigor until I’m delirious, lost in an orgasm.
I’m amazed at what’s happened. I’ve humped this man to climax without my panties coming off and this man is looking at me—smiling and starry-eyed—like he’s the one whose gotten off.
Guilt floods me. It’s the same guilt that I’ve carried since the day I left Tiny battered in an alley and I’m more desperate than ever to make up for what I did—leaving him.
I kiss him. Our kiss is hot and wet. His lips press mine so hard, my whole mouth is getting swollen, but I’m still craving more. The hair from his beard tickles my face at first but is now rubbing me raw and I’m finding the scruff so absolutely adorable at the moment.
I want to get him off. I need to get him off.
Maneuvering off so my knees land on the floor of the limo, I spread his knees to get between them.
He strokes my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You don’t have to do this, baby.”
“But I want to,” I lick up his shaft and taste a tiny bit of myself that must’ve seeped through my costume.
His tone lowers and he scratches his jaw as if he’s at odds with himself before he lifts my chin. “I’m just telling you, you don’t have to.”
Licking my lips to get them wet, I plant them at the head of his prick and kiss his tip with a bat of my lashes looking up to him . “Like I said, I want to. I want to suck on you.” I take him into my mouth and though I can’t take him all the way in because he’s so large, I do the best I can to blow him.
“Oh yeah,” he groans as I bob my head up and down. “God, you’re so beautiful, Nancy. If you want to suck me, baby, suck me good.”
His fingertips find their way to my hairline again. He strokes my hair gently until his palm lands against the back of my head where he begins to push lightly and then more heavily.
The head of his cock digs deeper and deeper with each plunge into the back of my throat and I feel he might just slip down into my stomach. The scent of him—his sex and his musky cologne—fills my nostrils, whi
ch keeps me focused because I’m afraid I might gag, he’s penetrating my cavity so deeply.
“Hnnn,” I hum as a reaction to the deepest thrust yet and he blows his load.
I swallow and swallow again as he rubs my head. “Ah, fuck,” he groans, pulling out of my mouth but just slightly and thrusts back in with a last little trickle.
Before I can swallow back all that remains, Tiny grasps my face with two hands, pulling me up to him and he kisses me. Quickly, before he slips his tongue in, I swallow what little semen remains. Tiny’s tongue invades me and I’m surprised. Never has a man kissed me with his cum lingering in my mouth but I kiss him back so he can taste the proof of how long I’ve wanted to make things right with him.
Chapter 5
Dontyne
Slipping my tongue out of her mouth, I pull Nancy by the head to my chest where she calmly lays her head to rest, catching her breath. Looking out the windows, I notice we are not moving. We are parked on a side street to my apartment building and I have no idea how long we’ve been here.
Nancy tenses as I tuck myself back into my briefs. I rub the top of her head and she yawns. “I need to go back to the club,” she says. “I need to make some money tonight. Seriously, Tiny, can you have the driver take me back?”
Pushing on her bony shoulders and leaning back to pull up my zipper, I recognize the drug has worn off. Nancy’s tone is different. She is guarded once again despite the fact she blew me, which I suspect had nothing to do with the drug. It appears once Nancy climaxed, the drug completely dispersed, as Elliot and Jaxon have mentioned happened to them, but I am still amazed at the Bang.
The potential this drug has to cut straight through a person’s mind to reveal their deepest desire will most likely put a lot of professionals, like me, psychologists and therapists, out of a job. If anything, I should be against the Bang’s development. The drug will completely change the medical profession. The possibilities are endless in what could be done with it and although it will make someone like Nick very rich, it will turn someone like me poor.
