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

by Dani Stowe

  Looking down, I notice her chest is heaving, her breasts rising under her hands that can’t seem to stop massaging over her chest. She’s in pain. Real pain. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me because it’s turning me on and I still want to her hurt her.

  More.

  Taloulah screams into my palm and the vibrations from her throat shoot through my chest, straight into my core, and down into my groin where I feel my prick swelling.

  Dear Lord, I want to fuck her and hurt her.

  “Lou, stop screaming.” She tries to pull my hand away. “Lou, you need stop this shit right now. You’re fucking turning me on.”

  She wiggles harder in my grasp, cursing between my fingers, the globes of her ass rubbing against the full length of my nine-inch erection.

  She bites me!

  “Mmph,” I grunt, trying to contain a yelp. I pinch her ass. “Taloulah, I don’t want to hurt you, but I swear to God, I will take you home and tear you open if you don’t stop fighting.”

  Her head tilts back against my collarbone as her nostrils flare to take in more air and she screams into my palm once more.

  “Mmm, fuck.” Sweat is beading over my brow and I manage to tear a piece of Taloulah’s dress to soak up my sweat before I shove the crumpled torn piece of her dress through her teeth and into her mouth, gagging her.

  I knew she fucking loved me. She loves me so much it hurts her. It’s why she’s screaming. She’s so consumed with her emotions as a result of the Bang.

  Hooking my palm around her mouth and pulling her flush against my front, I plant a hard kiss on her cheek to test my theory. She shudders with a moan, grinding her ass against my stiff cock.

  I was right. I’m always right. Except the second I pull away, she’s screaming again.

  “I hate to do this to you, Lou, but I need to take control of you before you scream too loud and the rest of the wedding party finds us, particularly your fiancé, which I can’t allow because this time I’ll kick your fiancé’s ass if he threatens me.”

  She screams. Of course, she screams again into the gag but she silences with the sound of the clasp of my belt, which I pull free to wrap around her head and thread through her mouth to keep the scrunched fabric from coming loose and keeping her mute.

  Her nose flares. She can still breathe so I tuck the ends of my belt against her head to secure her silence. I tear more fabric, but she fights me this time. I think she really likes this dress, which looks ridiculous. I want to tear this stupid thing right off of her...

  Tempting, but maybe I should take her home first. I roll her over my lap, lifting up the dumb dress, and swat her ass. “If you don’t stop this, I’m going to take you right here.”

  There’s a knock at the door and a voice calls to inquire what’s going on. It’s Nancy, her sister. She wiggles the handle.

  I pay no attention to Taloulah’s sister trying to come in and instead bind Taloulah’s wrists so I can get her the fuck out of this place before she makes the worse mistake of her life.

  I call my limo driver on my cell and open the window. Pounding erupts against the door, so I pick up Taloulah, who screams with my touch but, regardless, I shove her feet first through the square white pane. She lands on her feet but falls over, which I’m glad. I wasn’t sure if she would run and when my soles hit the grass, I pick her up, cradling her in my arms.

  As the limo pulls up, I notice the geeks coming around the building’s front corner headed my way. I shake my head at them with a gnarly stare that says, I’m taking her. I’m taking what’s mine. To my satisfaction the rest of NIM halts. I open the door and shove Taloulah into the limo, crawling right in behind her, and the second I close the door, we’re off.

  I’m ecstatic. I feel like a fucking hero. I just saved my best friend from making the biggest mistake of her life except...

  I watch Taloulah wander to the opposite side of the vehicle to face me but she doesn’t look at me. Her face is red. Her mascara has smeared down the sides of her cheeks and the beehive hairdo at the top of her head has fallen loose, hanging at a slant. She looks terrible, though, I hate to say, I like the gag in her mouth and the belt around her head. I also like that her wrists are tied.

  “Hey, c’mere,” I call out and pat the space on the seat right beside me.

  Why does this feel like déjà vu?

  I’m expecting her to crawl back to me. In fact, she should be doing exactly what I say since I took the Bang and I know she loves me.

  “Come to me, my Lou,” I repeat. “Come sit next to me.”

  She starts crying as she mumbles beneath the gag, her eyes clenched. I huff before I guiltily cross the floor of the limo on my hands and knees to pull the belt and gag free from Taloulah’s mouth.

  She chokes. “It hurts, Nick. Take me back. It hurts.”

  Does she really want to marry someone else?

  I smear a few tears over her hot cheek with my thumb.

  “Ow,” she cries with a full sob, her body trembling.

  “Lou, I barely touched you just now.”

  Her eyes focus. “It hurts, Nick. It hurts to be with you, to be close to you. Please,” her eyes search mine for any hint of mercy, “take me back. It hurts to love you so much.”

  I wedge myself between Taloulah’s legs and grab at her hips. My cock is swollen, eager to fuck this woman, finally, because it’s obvious how bad she’s hurting.

  I peck at her mouth. It’s not a kiss, just an open peck. A tease. But the small nudge against her lips forces her body to gyrate in my grasp and I’m tempted to kiss her fully.

  I put the wet gag back in her mouth and secure it with the belt once more. She lets me tie her back up easily. Perhaps she believes I’m going to do as she wishes and take her back.

  Oh, my poor Lou. I’m going to tease her. Tease her in the same way she’s teased me for all these years until she’s aching, ripe for the picking. I can’t deny the darkness that has taken over and I lift Taloulah’s dress to show my beast the prize I’ve dedicated my life to protecting but cannot deny him any further—her cunt.

  Chapter 13

  Taloulah

  Nick growls, planting himself beside me. “I never thought I’d like seeing you in this position,” he says, pulling my legs across his lap and lifting my dress higher.

  My heart is about to pound out of my chest. I squeal into the gag, clawing at the lapel of his jacket. Nick just cocks a brow along with a grin. “You know, I always thought you were too good to be tied up but seeing you this way...” Nick licks then bites his lower lip as he tilts his head to watch his own finger trail up my inner thigh. “Lou, whenever I look at you, you make me feel shameful for being so hungry. I was born a wealthy kid, but I’ve never felt so starved until the day I met you. And seeing you like this... my mind cannot stop with all the shameless things I want to do to you.”

  It’s unbearable—the supernova that is burning, erupting, and ever-expanding in my chest. Every time Nick says something, does something, moves or breathes on me, a new flare in my body erupts like a new star being born—blazing. Exploding! But the second he withdraws, I still hurt, as the burn goes out to become an empty hollowing blackhole. This never-ending cycle of flame and famish hurts beyond comprehension. I cry out.

  The poke of Nick’s erection against my bottom startles me and for a brief moment my galaxy becomes calm but my mind is all too aware of the destruction the cosmos can create and the burn returns with one look into Nick’s starry eyes. I scream with flames erupting internally.

  Surely, he sees the strain of the amount of force it takes me to scream through this gag. Of course, he doesn’t care. In fact, he seems amused with my muted cackles. His knuckle glides over the thin fabric along the crevice of my slit and I twitch, retching into the gag.

  Nick’s eyes dart towards my face, but my choking doesn’t faze him either. He reaches with his long strong fingers into the top hem of my dress and yanks to flip it down, exposing both breasts. He licks his thumb,
then smooths the slickness over my nipple, which quickly burns but still comes to a hard point. He chuckles to himself—cocky bastard—satisfied with the response.

  “Honestly,” Nick says, his eyes wandering back to meet mine, “I’ve been so afraid to touch you, too afraid I might hurt you, because I can’t live without you. But you need this, don’t you? You need more than just for me to take care of you. You need me to give you everything I can give. You need me to feed you—the little beast that you are. Don’t you, Lou?”

  I nod with a whimper. It’s beyond my control. My body cannot resist him and the empty, hungry blackhole within cannot lie, especially since he’s on the Bang.

  He drops my outer leg to the limo floor, spreading me open with one hand, and squeezes my areola hard between his fingers of the other hand with a pinch, then pulls. My nipple retracts, slipping with a snap. I yelp, my back arching in response. My breasts pressing higher into the air. It hurt, but my nipple is aching, tingling for more. He rolls my other nipple between his fingers.

  “Ah fuck, Lou. Look at you. You’re creaming your silk panties.” Nick hooks his forefinger beneath my underwear and slides it to the side, exposing my naked, open, wet crease. “You’re going to make me do this to you, aren’t you?” He flicks my clit just once as if to prepare me or give me a warning.

  Do this? Do what? I tilt my head up to stare wide-eyed at him.

  He’s smiling devilishly at me. “You’re going to make me hurt you. Keep you tied up, so you won’t run away with some dumb fucker that doesn’t deserve you.”

  Nick bends down to suck on my clit. Hard. Pulling it between his teeth.

  “NNNRRUGH!” I shout into the gag and I suddenly feel like I’m about to choke on the fabric soaked in my mouth, which slips towards the back of my throat as my head falls back. Nick attempts another hard suck but my hips jerk my clit free from his nip. I’m near crying when Nick quickly finds my clit again, except this time with a warm soft stroke of his tongue.

  Up and down Nick’s tongue grinds between the apex of my folds where my swollen bud is throbbing from both the previous suck of pain and the current strokes of pleasure.

  I moan.

  Nick growls and he nips my clit between his teeth once more forcing my hips to buck up against his face.

  “Baby, c’mon,” Nick pleads, sitting up and removing his jacket. “I can’t do this with you moaning. I need you screaming,” he stresses, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off to reveal his beautifully ripped, smooth-skinned body. “Can I make you scream, Lou? You want this as much as I do, don’t you?” He lowers himself over me, settling himself between my legs. “This is how I always wanted to be for you, Lou, and I’m sorry it has to be this way. I’m sorry I have to bite and nip at you. Make you cry. But I’m hard for you right now, baby. Let me hear you at least whine, so I can fuck you.”

  The zipper of Nick’s pants brushes loosely against my inner folds as Nick unzips himself. I tilt my head up to take a peek.

  Fuck! Nick’s dick isn’t just long, it’s fucking thick! And the head is enormous! I remember the rumors about the “animal” Nick carried around in his pants, but I didn’t believe a word of what I thought was shit talk and I guess I was right not to. That thing attached to him isn’t just enormous, it’s a damn beast.

  Once again, my heart feels like it’s about to explode. The Bang—it’s supposed bring out your true feelings, and right now I’m nervous that thing attached to Nick is really going hurt me.

  Crap. I’m whining.

  “Yeah, that’s it, Lou,” Nick whispers into my ear, the bulbous blunt head of his beast has found the entry way to my core where it’s waiting, ready to eat my cherry. “Whine for me, baby,” Nick urges, falling heavy on top of me, our bare chests pressed together.

  I don’t whine. Instead, I shout when Nick snakes his fingers into my hair, against my scalp, gripping my skull as his beast penetrates me.

  Nick is speaking in my ear but I can’t hear a damn thing he’s saying. The cock going inside me feels like its ripping me, stretching me. And there is pressure everywhere—it fills me deep to the core. My back arches again, trying to adjust, to make room for Nick’s complete entry.

  I scream through the gag when I suddenly feel torn. At my entrance. In my gut.

  Nick stills, sensing my tension. “Are you okay?” He pulls the belt free from my face. “Do you want to continue?”

  I spit out the gag. My insides pulse around Nick’s stiffness inside me and I’m upset with the drug. I can’t tell if I want to continue or not but there is something else I do want. It’s something I’ve been desperate for forever...

  My head goes up, my lips reaching for a kiss.

  “Hey!” Nick pulls out of me. “None of that, Lou.”

  I whimper with the rejection, my core becoming empty. It makes my body writhe. “But you kiss everyone else.”

  “You’re not everyone else!” he snaps. “Look at my face!” I’d nearly forgotten the bruises that are in plain sight. I’d already become accustomed to them. “Do you think I’d let anyone do this to my face if it didn’t involve you?” he asks.

  I turn my head away in shame. “Why can’t you and I ever seem to work out, Nick? Why couldn’t you just have left me to die in the fire? Maybe it’s the fire and the fear in the aftermath that has kept us together. Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m burning all the time when I’m with you. Maybe there’s nothing more to us than tragedy.”

  “You want kisses?” he asks.

  I blink back up at him, nodding.

  He sighs. “If I kiss you, you have to promise you’re not going to die. Not ever.”

  I swallow. “If you kiss me, you have to promise you’re not going to kiss anyone else after this. Not ever.”

  “Ah!” My mouth pops open as Nick’s beast enters me, he thrusts between my slick folds until I feel the hair at his groin scraping against my labia and the tip of his dick piercing past my belly button.

  “I’m not going to fuck anyone else, but if I kiss you... oh yeah,” he groans, fucking me.

  Nick dips down to suck on my nipple as he grinds—pounds—into my core. He folds his arms around me like he intends to cage me in by his body so I cannot escape the gnawing of his own beast that has already taken my virginity but wants more. It’s painful at times—the friction rubbing me raw and the plunge of his cock aimed, thrusted, and released repetitively by the working muscles of his taut ass and ripped abs. And just when there is a moment of relief, a moment when I think Nick can’t get up any further inside me, he digs into me again, going deeper, making room for himself as if he plans to plant himself, keep himself inside me.

  “Ah, Lou, you’re so tight.” He kisses my neck. “Lou, I can’t control myself with you. I’m going to come, baby. Can you come with me?”

  I hate to disappoint him, but, “I can’t,” I admit. “It’s too much.”

  Nick removes himself from me completely. I feel so barren though I still have the wedding dress gathered and crinkled about my waist. Nick wastes no time digging his fingers into my mouth. “Get it wet, baby,” he commands and I do as he says, swirling my tongue to soak his fingers before he drops his head between my legs.

  His hot lips encircle my swollen clit, sucking again, but softly. Nick leisurely licks, pressing firmly, between each suckle on my bud and the sensation—the climb—I feel as he speeds up the stimulation becomes overbearing, especially since he slips into my backside to fuck my ass with his fingers covered in my own spit. My legs shake, trembling to a close, but Nick claws at one thigh, to keep me open.

  A warning spasm shoots through my core. “I’m going to come,” I shout as Nick grinds his tongue hard and heavy, while simultaneously sucking—giftedly fucking my clit with his mouth.

  My orgasm bursts free. Every point on my body becomes rigid and an erection invades me. Nick’s cock pounds into me as my orgasm continues to pulse around his penetrating shaft.

  Nick’s tongue finally invades my mout
h and the taste of myself on him sends me over the edge. I think I’ve come again. I’m tingling at my junction and at every spot our bodies are in contact. I moan into Nick’s hot mouth and he responds by deepening our kiss.

  Nick’s lips and tongue run hot and wild. In and out of my mouth his tongue slides slick and wet, soft then hard, and then grinds with a lick and a curl. He tilts my head from right to left, to suck and lick, plant and nip. I can barely breath, my lungs are heaving, my body is jerking. With each inhale I feel the mounds of my breasts crush into his chest.

  Nick bites my bottom lip and I yelp. He pulls at my hair, forcing my head back and I yelp once more. “Oh yeah, baby,” he speaks. His hands use my head for leverage to allow his groin to grind against my inner thighs so his cock can plow into me and then suddenly, he seems to have lost control.

  Nick plows. Nick plunges. Nick fucks. He’s grunting like an animal and I scream when I feel the head of Nick’s dick digging and gnawing, nearly reaching the apex of my heart where he shoots his hot cum into me, flooding me, seeding me. He grunts repeatedly as the cage of his body encloses tighter around me while he releases into me.

  Small bumps form beneath my fingertips and I realize I have my hands pressed firmly against Nick’s back. I trail my hands up down, feeling his scars and I give him a squeeze. I’m hoping he will squeeze me back but he doesn’t. He just falls flat and heavy, his arms at his side, his breath blowing hot into my neck.

  Tree tops pass through the limo’s window above and I wonder how long we have been traveling. There was an assumption I’d always made that if Nick and I should ever actually end up having sex together that things would be different afterward. But right now, I feel just as lost as ever. I’m still worried about what’s going on in his head, what he’s thinking.

  “Where are you going Taloulah Berkeley?” Nick questions.

  It’s a very odd question. “What do you mean?”

  “Tell the driver where you want to go.”

  My stomach twists. Is Nick kicking me out? Is he taking me home? Are we going to go right back to the way we were?