by Dani Stowe
Feeling the throb between my legs leftover from the all the friction, I peep down at my trashed wedding dress, crumpled around my waist. I don’t regret leaving the wedding. Nick was right to save me. I was just tired of not knowing what it was like to feel physical affection and I jumped on the first man to ever show me any. My fiancé was a good man, but he deserves someone better, someone who truly loves him. Perhaps now that Nick and I have finally had intercourse, Nick realizes he deserves something better as well. “I guess I’ll go home.”
“I don’t want to go to your old apartment, Lou. I mean pick a place. Any place. Wherever you want and I’ll build us a house there.”
“A house?”
“Would you rather we live in a condo? I know you don’t like my penthouse—too dark,” he scoffs at my description I once gave for his place.
We? We live? As in we live together? My heart floats despite the heavy weight of his after-sex sweat-covered body.
“No, I don’t want to live at your place,” I affirm. His place looks exactly like his office except it has a corner kitchen and a bed. I trail my fingers up Nick’s back again. “So, are you saying you want to move in together?”
“Fuck no,” his voice vibrates low into my neck. “We’re getting married and we’re going to live together.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” he breathes heavy into my neck. “Do you want to get married and live together? Live with me?”
“I feel like I’ve already lived with you,” I admit. “I just thought maybe you’d... I don’t know... hold me... or something... if you ever decided to be with me... like you love me?”
He chuckles but stays flat and unmoving. “First you want kisses and now you want to be held?”
“Well, yeah.” I say in the face of his sarcasm that makes me want to cry. Does he not want to hold me?
“Can we be still, Lou? Can we lay here for just one more minute?” he asks. “Just like this?”
He’s getting heavy, plus my spine against the leather seat feels crooked, but I guess I could appease him for a minute. “Um, sure. But—”
“I want to remember this moment forever,” Nick interjects.
Curious. “This moment?”
“I’ve never been more content to exist than right now.”
“Content?” I repeat softly, trying to be still not to move except to trace my fingers through his hair.
“I can’t exist without you, Taloulah Berkeley. Somehow, you found a way to live with me all these years and I promise, I’m going to hold you and love you to make up for all my shit after this, but let me have this moment. This one with you under me—it’s a place I feel we are both content to be, but I want to claim this. This moment. This is mine.”
Chapter 14
Nicholas
Six weeks later...
“Congratulations, Mr. Rohr.”
“Thank you,” I grin to my driver as I adjust my sunglasses and slip into the backseat of my limousine. He shuts the door.
I tug at the light blue cuffs of my shirt from under the sleeves of my navy-blue jacket to get comfortable. It’s difficult not to notice the empty space next to me. I pull out my phone to distract myself, but there is only more of the same:
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What the fuck? I just donated a quarter of a million dollars to that damn library and they’re still going to charge me a late fee?
I look to the empty seat.
I rest my elbow on the door’s armrest and rub my jaw. My knee bounces. It’s out of my control.
Within a half an hour, I arrive at the front doors of NIM and step out onto the sidewalk. I’m immediately greeted by more of the same praise.
“Congratulations, Mr. Rohr,” a woman in a black skirt suit with dark red lips smiles.
“Thank you,” I nod.
“Mr. Rohr, congratulations,” cheers an older man.
“Mhm,” I pick up my pace.
“Oh, Mr. Rohr, congratulations,” sings a young lady in red floral print, who clasps her heart to her chest and blushes as I enter the lobby of NIM while another woman behind her winks.
I stop. I feel like I’m in high school again walking through the halls as that popular kid. Everyone wants my approval. Every girl wants to fall in my lap. Everyone wants something from me but no one will shut the fuck up to leave me with my miserable existence. Because that’s exactly what I am. Miserable.
I turn around. “I’m still a prick,” I shout. “Get back to work!”
Moans and groans ensue but I don’t care.
Fuck, I miss Taloulah.
I walk with heavy feet over to the kiosk that controls the elevators and push on the selection that will take me to the top floor.
It’s been three days. Three. Fucking. Days. I’m so sick. Sick without her. I have no idea how I’m going to survive.
The elevator doors slide open. “Well, hello Mr. Nine,” taunts Taloulah from inside and I race in, lunging at her.
I fist her adorable ponytail, put my arm around her back, and cover her mouth with my own. I press my lips harder on her than I did a month ago on the day she wore a pale blush pink blossoming wedding dress. Even on the day we got married, I was afraid to risk losing my Lou by letting my lips touch hers. I was afraid she’d slip from me somehow, despite her constant reassurances that she was not going to die on me—not like my mother. Of course, the second Taloulah walked down the aisle, I knew I had to take the risk because that moment was her moment, and as pretty as she was I knew well enough to kiss her.
I dip her, breaking our suction, and give her the dark glare. “What are you doing here?”
“I don’t want to go to school.”
I sigh. “But we agreed. You need to go to college.”
She runs her fingers through my hair. “Our honeymoon was too short.”
Short? It was a month! “Lou, there’s more to life than getting spanked. I’m sure your ass is sore.”
“It’s been three days,” she pouts, “and I can’t think about anything else. How am I supposed to focus in a classroom when I’m so horny?”
I laugh. “If the men of NIM were expected to contain themselves while they were growing up, then you can, too.”
The space between her brow crinkles. “It’s not funny, Nick. I don’t know how to exist like this.” She pokes her finger into the top of my dress shirt and bites her lip. “You’re going to have to teach me.”
“Teach you?” I stand her up straight.
“Mhm. Teach me,” she nods. Her ponytail bounces until she pulls the hair tie free, shaking her head to let her hair fall loose about her shoulders. “Teach me how to control these urges.”
My eyes gloss over the soft pink short-sleeve sweater Taloulah’s wearing above a white and gray mini skirt with black pumps that have a strap fastened around her ankles with a button. One knee bends, poking into the other.
She looks like a school girl and my eyes narrow. “You wore that on purpose.”
She shrugs her shoulders and rolls her eyes with a forced fake grin that is absolutely adorable.
I turn around and push a few buttons on the elevator panel causing the car to stop, and I reach for the clasp of my belt before I turn around to face her. “Oh, I have something to teach you.”
Taloulah’s cheek blushes crimson and I can’t wait to see her ass blush red as well.
As I whip my belt free of my pants with one pull, Taloulah pulls a few loose strands of her hair into her mouth. She’s so fucking cute, I slip my tongue in her mouth to get slick with her hair.
“Mmph,” she moan
s into my kiss and gasps as I forcefully turn her around.
Reaching under her skirt, I pull her panties down to her ankles, setting her one foot free. I hike her skirt up to her waist, exposing her ivory ass cheeks to me. I fold my belt in half and lift her leg by the knee against the wall—as high as it will go—then press her body with my forearm so she’s pressed flat against the interior of the car. Peering down, I slap the fold of my belt under the hood of her ass.
“Hnnn,” she whines and my dick begins to swell.
I slap her with the leather again.
“Oh!’ she yelps. Her standing leg weakens as my cock stiffens.
Reaching and rubbing the fold of my belt along Taloulah’s crease, I gauge where the bend in the strap meets her clit and when I believe I’ve found her little nub I rub her with quick strokes of the leather.
Her back arches.
“Do you like that, Lou?”
“Mmm, yes,” she moans with admission.
“No moaning.” I slap her clit with an under slap of my belt and she howls with a bite on her own bended finger.
I’m fully erect.
“You like that, too?” I rub her again. “Or are you ready for me to fuck you? Punish you. Teach you what happens when you cut school and don’t go to class.”
Her voice goes low. “Teach me. Punish me,” she begs.
I tug at the waistline of my pants and pull down my zipper. Dropping my pants and my boxers, I insert two fingers into Taloulah’s wet cunt and pump her a few times.
“Ugh,” she groans gutturally, trying to turn around to take a peek but I press her head back into the wall.
“Focus, Taloulah. Take notes on how this feels. I want a full report later.” I pull my fingers out to grip her hips, pulling her ass to me so I can wedge my cock into her and fuck the shit out of her...
Exactly how she reports she likes it.
“Whoaaa—” Taloulah cries out unable to formulate words as I go deep, in and out, all nine inches. I watch myself—my groin slapping against her ass and my dick made slick with Taloulah’s cunt, the color of cherries.
I always knew this girl was special. I always had a feeling she’d be the one to handle me—my mind and my anatomy. She’s taking me, like she’s eating me. My little pet beast is swallowing me. So, I feed her. All of me.
“Ni... Ni... Nick... Nicholas!” she roars my name as she comes, pulsing around my shaft and pressuring me into my own climax to explode, feeding her my cum. We are coming together.
“I love you, Taloulah.” I lean my head into her back as she drops her leg. “I still want you to go school. I still want you to take classes.”
She sighs, bending down to pull up her clothes. I pull up my pants as well, zipping up my fly, and then I help her with her skirt.
“Nick, I already have a job,” she says, grabbing my belt out of my hands. “I like being in this place. I thought I wanted to be a scientist, but there’s plenty of science going on within the walls of NIM to make me happy. Plus, I’m sure I can take a few online courses, which the rest of the geeks of NIM can help me with.”
“But Lou, there’s so much more I know you can do and I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve kept all of that from you.”
“You haven’t kept anything from me, Nick,” she threads my belt between my belt loops. “You haven’t kept anything from me but you and now that I have you, all of you, there’s nothing else I need.” She pulls my belt taut and fastens the clasp. “Besides, you need me to be in charge.”
My faces twitches. What did she just say? “In charge? You think you’re in charge?”
“Mhm.” She tucks in the front of my shirt, lifts my collar, then pulls down on the front of my jacket to straighten it. She smiles. “In charge.”
“In charge of what?” I chuckle.
“Geeks,” she says firmly. “Where are your library books?”
“Library books? I... um... I...”
“Check the left bottom drawer of your desk. Those books were due weeks ago.”
Taloulah walks over to the elevator panel to push a few buttons and we float upward. She puts her hands up to smooth her hair back into a ponytail before she turns to smile at me. “Jaxon has something very interesting, a lubricant, he’s been working on in the lab that you will want to see.” She faces forward. “I signed off on that a long time ago. Oh! And Don should have some new reports coming to you on hypnotism by the end of the week. I’m very excited to read those. And Elliot? Hmm,” she sways. “He and I have decided to partner up and revisit some old theories as well—ah!”
I’ve fisted the top of Taloulah’s ponytail so I can pull her to me—pull her until her back lands flush against my front. I twist her head, gripping her jaw, so she’s forced to look up at me and when those bewildered eyes recognize who’s really in charge, I plant a kiss upon her plump lips. “If you’re in charge, Lou, then what’s my job?”
“You’re the Dark Lord, Nick,” she laughs jokingly, tapping on my nose. “You have no job other than to be served and believe me, I aim to serve you.”
“Mmm.” I nod and kiss her again, this time enveloping her whole mouth so I can thrust my tongue deep towards her open throat until she can hardly breathe and gets weak. She whimpers beneath me and I knead her breast hard until she is squealing so I let her go. “You are such a nerd, Mrs. Rohr, but if you want to serve me,” I adjust my suit, “then, serve me you will. Ow!”
I wince with the hard slap to my ass that makes my beast growl, so I bear hug Taloulah before I lick and nip at her neck. She giggles and squirms, trying to escape my grasp, but I’m not ready for her to get away just yet so I kiss her temple and then her cheek and whisper in her ear. “Or you can keep me in the dark,” I smirk. “Tame me. Slay me if you want.”
“I will,” she threatens. “Right after I leash you to a collar.” Taloulah’s fingers find their way to become entwined with mine and as the elevator doors open, she tugs, to lead us out. I’m sure to stick close, very close, to my Lou.
I slip my hand in my pocket and pull out the container that contains a little white pill. I plop the container on my desk.
We stare at it—the Bang. Three geeks and their Dark Lord gape at the little wonder, which we created.
The dream. We made it real. I’m sure these geeks are thinking the same thing that I am. It’s hard to let go of something that makes you feel so strong, so secure, and so self-assured. It’s addictive to feel the pill’s power—to have control, control like only a lord could have, and at the same time be relentless, like only a savage would be allowed. It makes you feel good to be a man.
“Are we sure we don’t want to make any more Bang?” asks Jaxon.
“We’ve been approved for human trials,” adds Elliot.
Don chimes in. “We’ve been at this a long time, Nick. Destroying all evidence of this drug now will set us back years if you decide to change your mind later.”
I swivel in my chair.
One.
Just one pill can change the course of people’s lives entirely.
A few hundred more could change the course of humanity and most of the books I read always leave some strange opening at the end because no one can explain exactly why different people behave the way they do. I don’t want to leave anything open. Fate loves a good opening, especially when it comes to testing our humanity.
I scoop the container in my palm, wrapping my fingers to conceal the pill completely.
“You know, we don’t have to decide to destroy everything right now,” mentions Don. “We could think a bit longer on how we want to handle the Bang.”
“Honestly, Nick,” adds Elliot, “there could be kids out there, young men who are going through the same shit we did growing up—getting beat up on all the time—and they need this drug. Isn’t that why we created the Bang in the first place? To help people? People like us?”
“Elliot’s right,” adds Jaxon. “There’s no reason to destroy the Bang and why, boss, would you come to such a co
nclusion baffles me. The only thing this drug does is help a person find comfort in the arms of someone they love sooner rather than later. Seriously, look how long it took for us to finally—” Jaxon chokes on his own air and huffs repeatedly like he’s having an anxiety attack.
Oh Jesus, Jaxon is choking over Ursula again.
I hate seeing these geeks choke on their insecurities. It’s as if they have yet to grow up.
“Our chicks love us.” I lean back. “The only reason you dorks want to hold onto the Bang is because you’re still just as insecure as you were in high school.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” adds Don, which surprises me. He scratches his smooth jaw and stops as if he forgot he’s shaved his face and his beard went missing. “So, we’re grown men and we have feelings. We’re insecure because we’re afraid. But our fear is what drives us. Motivates us. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“You sound like an overly sensitive and emotional little school girl,” I smirk.
Don marches forward, slamming his fist on my desk. Very unlike him. “No. I’m a sensitive man with strong emotions and I love my wife. I don’t ever want to lose her. You of all people should understand that. You’re psychotic when it comes to Loulah. You lie when you claim to always be honest. You keep secrets and hire private investigators. You abducted her from her own wedding for Christ’s sake. Now listen,” he coughs and changes his tone, “I don’t take the Bang. Not anymore. But just knowing its available makes me feel...” Don chokes as well, then pounds his chest with his fist. I think he’s trying to keep himself from crying.
I’m surrounded by a couple of pussy-whipped, tit-sucking toddlers.
“All we’re trying to say,” cuts in a teary-eyed Elliot, rubbing his forehead, “is that we worked really hard to get to where we are with these women, women we love, and it hurts to think we’d ever have to start over. It’s like you’re throwing us back into the fire. We’ve always trusted you—the guy with the worst reputation for danger, so it hurts knowing you don’t trust us.”
“Shut up.” I put my finger up before Elliot chokes up with the other two. The last thing I want to see is a bunch of grown men crying in my office.
