Bang Lords Box Set (4 Book Series includes All Bonus Chapters)

by Dani Stowe

  “Lou,” Nick growls, his arms fully spread, his hands gripping the door frame as his chest heaves to hold the doors wide open. “If you don’t get out of this elevator right now, I’m going to reach in and pull you out and then—” Nick grits his teeth, looking at my busy bouncing fingers. “I swear to God, Taloulah, if you don’t stop pushing my buttons, I’m going to snap a whip across your ass.”

  I can’t stop pushing the buttons. In fact, I push them faster and harder.

  “Damn it!” Nick steps through the door, holding one side open but entering the elevator with me and it looks like he’s about to grab me by my neck or my hair when he stops with the sound of something breaking.

  We both look down at his bare feet that have trampled over my frames and lenses.

  “You crushed my glasses.” I glare up at him.

  “That’s not all I’m going to crush.”

  He yanks me by the back of the neck, pulling me to him and wrapping his arm around my waist to lift and drag me, carrying me back into the hall. I don’t fight him though I know I should.

  I want to leave Nick.

  But I don’t.

  I want to escape Nick’s arm.

  But I don’t.

  I want to get married tomorrow.

  But I...

  Well, I still want to get married tomorrow but I also want this moment with Nick. Right here. Right now.

  “Hey!” shrieks Nick’s submissive. “What’s going on here? I thought we had an appointment.”

  “The elevator’s behind me,” Nick responds.

  Her mouth drops. “But I thought—”

  “LEEEEEEAVE!” Nick roars and I don’t ever recall him being so loud to anyone other than his geeks, including me.

  The submissive scampers away as I often do, except she’s running away out of fear. I run simply because Nick’s roar hurts my ears.

  I begin to slip from Nick’s arm and find my ankles dragging across the floor. My shoes are lost. He yanks me up higher so as not to let me fall or let me go as he carries me into his office, down the short hall, and into the Bank. The Bank! I'm in! I’m lifted with both arms before I’m tossed onto the bed.

  I’ve fantasized about being in this room but, of course, its not what I expected. It feels cold and Nick seems colder. He’s breathing heavily, scratching his chest as he walks about the room—his eyes wandering across the walls like he is looking for just the right pot and spatula to heat me up and cook me in. It feels as if the second we walked through the Bank door, Nick became someone else, something else.

  I sit up, coming close to the edge of the bed, and hug my knees. “Nick?”

  He points a finger at me. “Don’t speak in here unless I tell you to. Do you understand? You can say one word, ‘stop,’ but that’s it. Is that clear?”

  I bite my lip and nod.

  Nick pulls a paddle off the wall and spins it in his palm before he looks at me with a point of the paddle. “But you scream, you scream as loud as you need and whenever you need to.”

  My breathing becomes uneven as I watch Nick, continuing to search the random devices hanging and he pulls a wound whip off the wall and then? What is that? A baton! My body trembles. I’ve been thinking about this for ages but now that I’m in here...

  Nick struts back to me laying the paddle, whip, and baton beside me. He appears to be examining them. I remain quiet. The man is thinking.

  His gaze wanders to my knees. I’m hugging my legs, so he steps in front of me. Grabbing my hands by my fingers, Nick places my arms at my sides to rest flat on the bed. He touches the top of each knee and spreads them out, pushing them down like butterfly wings and then he grabs my ankles, pulling them to wrap my legs around his hips. He slides his hands under my butt to cup, then grip, and yanks me so the junction between my inner thighs is flush against him.

  My chest rises though my bones shake. It feels like everything is rattling inside. In truth, I can’t tell exactly what’s going on with my body because my mind is having difficulty grasping the fact that this is really happening. Nick and I are really happening! We’re about to get intimate. Intimate and... my eyes gloss over the baton. We’re about to get rough.

  I’m shaking now. I thought I was ready for this but the proximity of being so close to Nick, gorgeous Nick, doesn’t feel anything like I thought it would, like it did last night.

  Last night, when I was making out with someone else, everything seemed easy as all our movements flowed freely with just a few bumps and giggles, which never distracted from our intense heat. And making out was fun, sweet, nice. I don’t know what I ever expected to get out of being with Nick, whether it would be sweet or not but I always just focused on simply being with him.

  “Lou,” Nick sings softly, bringing me out of my contemplating trance. His hands stroke my inner thighs. My eyes meet his. “Do you submit to me?”

  Do I submit? I’ve already submitted to Nick for half my existence and for some strange reason, I always thought that coming in this room would be my reward for putting up with him for so long. But this doesn’t resemble anything of what the other girls talk about as they come and go. Despite the inflictions he places upon those women, Nick’s submissives call him “phenomenal,” “a god,” “gifted” in bed, but this feels calculated and my body feels cold. The space between us feels rigid.

  “Lou,” Nick sees the stress in my face. “I need you to give me your pain. It will help me to make us both feel good. Will you give me your pain, Lou? Do you submit to me? I need to hear you say it.”

  I look up to the ceiling. I can’t look at Nick. Beautiful Nick. Looking at him—will sway me into giving him whatever he asks of me, which would be typical. In this moment, however, I recognize that he’s giving me the opportunity to make a choice. This is my choice. This will be my pain to give. This is my—

  My skirt is lifted to my waist as a finger hooks smack center between my legs, near my hole, tugging my silk panty sideways and my knees instinctively attempt to fold together. But my legs are blocked by one of Nick’s hips and his other hand, which pushes down on my knee to spread again.

  Shame washes over me. “Nick?” He hasn’t even kissed me on the mouth yet and he’s headed straight to the space between my legs.

  “Shh,” he coos, slipping his hooked finger up and down along the center of my underwear to gather the fabric and yank, exposing my bare, wide-open crease to him. “Lou, I just need to see it.”

  “See what? Nick, can we—”

  “Why is there no hair on this pussy?”

  Oh my God, I’m even more ashamed. “What?” Why is he asking?

  Nick leans over, planting his hand to the side of my head to look me in the eyes. “There’s no hair on this pussy. This is still virgin pussy.” A knuckle barely grazes the inner lips of my slit and my body reacts with a shameful uncontrollable tremor. “Did you shave for him? Hmm?” Nick’s chin falls lower so he can examine my naked mound. “No, you waxed it. Didn’t you, Lou?”

  I cover my mouth with both hands as I nod. I don’t understand what the big deal is.

  “That’s too bad, baby. It’s still pink. You’re going to feel the extra heat when I’m grinding against it.” Nick’s nose flares and he stands erect, licking his lips like he’s about to eat me down there. The second his eyes widen and his shoulders dip, I call out.

  “Nick, can we kiss first before you get into that?” I never expected Nick to be romantic, but kissing is an absolute prerequisite if he plans to go further. I reach down to grip his hand, but he tosses my hand away.

  “Lou, relax,” he says with a smile, that sweet smile. The one I remember seeing on him in the school halls when we were younger. The one he’d always give a pretty girl whenever she’d try to flirt with him. Me, on the other hand, I always got the stern stare or the irritating poke of the sharp end of a pencil, but this time, I’m finally getting the smile.

  My head falls back and I breathe. Just breathe. I knew before coming in here that being with
Nick would not be like anything I’d ever seen in the movies. I shouldn’t expect warmth or tenderness. I guess I can forgo the kissing.

  A soft stroke of a knuckle grazes my clit and I buck with the sizzling sensation.

  “Mmm,” Nick moans, enjoying the power he has right now.

  Switching his hands to keep my panty pulled to the side, he uses his thumb to circle around my clit. Round and round it goes as Nick slowly disappears, lowering himself to his knees. A kiss sweeps across my inner thigh and I feel a gush of warmth—wetness—pour out of me.

  “Oh, Lou.” His voice is airy. I feel embarrassed and my knees attempt to fold together once more when I feel a bite in my thigh!

  “Hey!” he shouts and I make eye contact with him down below. “You don’t shut me out in here. You understand? The only things you’re allowed to do is scream, cry, and whine. Is that clear?”

  “Mhm,” I nod.

  Nick quickly comes to standing, wedging himself between my legs. I think he’s about to finally get rough with me now, but his face lands pressed into the softness of my lower belly. He lifts my skirt higher, rubbing his nose adorably under my dress, into my navel while licking the flesh of my abdomen before he peppers kisses over my dress and up my torso until he reaches the underside of my breast where he rubs his nose again.

  I had no idea this man could be so tender!

  He grips my hips and growls. His teeth graze across the under flesh of my breast, as if he’s about to take a bite.

  Perhaps my previous conclusion came too soon.

  Nick leans up then comes down hard on top of me, coming face-to-face with me. His nose nearly touching mine. His eyes boring into me. His fingers pull on the elastic of my ponytail, setting my hair free. He slips his fingers between the loose strands of hair at the back of my head to entangle my hair in his tight grip and yanks my head back, exposing my neck to him, where he licks from the base and up to my chin.

  Another gush pours from me and my legs shake. He grips a thigh. Hard. Digging his fingers into my leg.

  “Relax,” he commands, tightening his grip on my hair, trapping my head so he can look at me, or more like into me, as our eyes lock. His lips part above mine and he just breathes like he’s breathing me in, taking my steam to recycle it with his own. I don’t understand what he’s doing but it feels hot. I’m getting hot just breathing with him. But I want to close the gap. Jesus, I want to kiss him. I want him to kiss me.

  My chin tilts up to bring my lips closer but Nick sadly pushes on my forehead. My head sinks firmly into the mattress and all I feel is Nick’s heavy hands raking through my hair and his hot breath flowing over my lips and into my mouth. He watches me lick my own lips out of desperation, desperation to be kissed, and he cocks his head in observance of the agony unfolding in his very hands.

  Nick finally moves in but his head tilts down to graze his soft lips teasingly, just barely over my chin. My hips twitch against him, and he yanks my head back again to plant a hard kiss under my jaw where he rolls his head in circles—kneading—forcing my own head to roll with his. He licks along the crevice beneath my jawline, leaving a spit trail that finds its way to under my earlobe. He nips my ear before he kisses me hard again into my hairline.

  “Mmph,” I moan, which makes Nick growl into my ear.

  “Whenever you need to cry out, baby, you do that.” He bucks his hips against me.

  He bites my scalp—my fucking scalp!—and I gasp with a jerk from the feeling—the excitement. But Nick grips my hair even tighter with one hand to keep me still. His other hand finds its way down my front, to clench and twist my underwear at my center. He maneuvers my head, gripped by my hair so I’m forced to look at him straight on. “Do you submit to me, Lou?”

  A fingertip slips past my twisted underwear and fondles the opening of my sex. I’m so wet and my pussy is throbbing.

  “I submit.”

  With one push off the bed, Nick has my panties clenched in his hands and yanks my underwear roughly off my ass, down my legs, and to my feet. Wrapping a hand around my calf, he tosses my leg over his head then reaches behind my butt to roll me over. He chomps into my butt cheek.

  Ah! My body jerks again. I think he just marked me!

  “Mmm,” he licks his lips as he turns me to my back and swoops down to bite my breast.

  Teeth, tongue, and lips gnaw over the fabric at the top of my pink dress until he finds my perky nipple where Nick sucks it through the fabric into his mouth.

  My clit is twitching as Nick teases, circling the my swollen nub with his thumb. The entire space between my legs is aching to be fondled, but he flicks my clit just once, then twice, which makes me ooze. The top of my dress is also getting soaked with Nick’s spit, adding to my shameless arousal.

  Nick releases a hand to pull down the wet side of the top of my dress, finally releasing my bare nipple ready to go into his mouth and I can’t wait to feel his hot lips on my tit but...

  He pauses, with what might be a frown, looking down at my breast.

  Oh no! Is he disappointed? Does he not like what he sees?

  Nick’s eyes blaze with what seems to be anger. “Really, Lou? Fucking cherry-colored nipples. Why didn’t you tell me they were colored like fucking cherries?”

  I blink, bewildered. I have no idea what the hell he’s upset about and I could care less when he resumes, dipping his head down to scrape the length of his tongue across my nipple, getting it wet before he bites and sucks on it again with a groan. The sensation is everything I thought it would be, but more. Each suck and scrape sends a jolt of electricity throughout my entire core.

  Oh, I want him. Waiting for him for so long—it’s been worth it.

  Raking my fingers through his hair, my breath hitches. I’m touching him. I smooth my hands over his lean muscular shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist as he moves to slay my other breast. He’s letting me touch him. He’s letting me indulge him.

  Nick pulls with a bite at my breast, letting my nipple snap.

  Ah!

  He grabs my chin. “I need to know if you’re in love with him.”

  I shake my head in confusion as to why he’d be asking right now. “What?”

  He spreads my legs wider exposing my open crease. “Tell me if you love him as much as you love me.”

  Nick slides the pad of his thumb up and down my slick inner lips and my back arches beyond my control with the rub of such small friction against my sensitivity.

  I pull at my own hair and bite my bottom lip. No one’s ever touched me down there before and I wonder why he is even thinking about other people right now.

  Nick kneels and reaches with the fingers of his opposite hand to spread my folds again as he sucks my juice off his other wet thumb. He pauses to take one more look at pussy before he sticks his tongue in me.

  “Hnnn,” I whine with the unfamiliar, strange feeling until he licks up my slit and my clit with firm pressure of his tongue and I have no idea where the holler has come from, but I’m shouting his name. “Nick!”

  “Tell me you want me.” Nick licks firmly up and down, up and down over my clit.

  “I want you.”

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you. Hurt you. Punish you for getting distracted by someone else.” He flicks the tip of his tongue speedily over the tip top my clit.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  Nick glides his tongue down to the base of my slit where he digs his tongue into my hole. My hips buck with the wiggling pressure but my hips come to a rest when multiple fingers press flat across my clit. The fingers rub with speedy precision as he penetrates me with his tongue and suddenly, I feel a spark. My fingers land in his hair to grip his head. Oh God, he’s making me feel so good.

  But he pauses.

  No!

  “Tell me you want me to eat your cunt and split your cherry.” He licks his lips.

  “Do whatever you want, Nick.” And I mean it! “Please, you can do whatever you want.”

 
Nick smiles devilishly and his eyes narrow. Oh Lord, what did I just say?

  Grabbing each of my knees, he bends my legs, pushing them back to me. “Hold your knees up, Lou. Pull them to you.”

  Grabbing behind each knee, I do as he says. He grabs my hips, yanking me even further towards him so my bottom—my crack!— is right in his face.

  He leans up to put his tongue in my cunt as he also slips a finger in with it. Jesus. I was always worried this would hurt if anything should ever penetrate me down there but fuck! This double penetration of tongue and finger feels good and Nick keeps it going for a little while until I feel a pinch.

  Ah! My body writhes wildly with another pinch—a pinch!—to my clit and I find myself clawing at Nick’s scalp, but that doesn’t keep him from the onslaught. The plow of his tongue, the plunge of his finger, and the pinch of my swollen bud—oh God! Plow, plunge, pinch. Plow, plunge, pinch. This is not the type of torture I thought happened in this room!

  The will to keep my body from reacting against this is about to escape me and I feel like I should plow and pinch back against him until my will is sucked like a funnel into his hot lips that have moved to suck at the apex of my crease where his tongue lands to whip slick and heavily across my clit until I come.

  My will is lost. The thrill of my climax thrums through my body as Nick continues, shaking his whole head—his tongue—wildly keeping my orgasm alive as long he can nurse it.

  As I come down, I find the circumference of my pussy is quivering with need, aching for penetration, but for something bigger, much bigger than a finger.

  His tongue, however, glides to land in the crook of my ass and I flinch with the awkward sensation. Nick claws both my butt globes hard to keep me from wriggling.

  He pushes up, forcing my ass to roll up even higher and I can’t believe I’m doing this! Nick has his tongue in my backside, tossing his tongue around, and he seems to be enjoying it. He’s enjoying the sloppy mix of my oozing sex mixed with his spit. My entire crease from the apex of my slit to the Y where my butt starts in my back is wet. It’s drenched. Soaked. I realize why he has to change the sheets so often, and...