Control - Noah's Rise Bundle (Books I-III): A Billionaire Romance Series

by M. P. Lodi

  “I like how you think, my little genius. Do you have any of the diaries here in the house? I'd like to read what you wrote way back then, if that's OK with you?”

  “I have them all in a box in the closet and would love to share them with you. I'd be honored. I love that you even care what I wrote in them. You'll be able to read them fast too. You'd be surprised at how quickly it takes to learn about thirty characters and their corresponding letters. Really, I bet just a few hours of going letter by letter, and you'll be reading my diaries with ease. That's how fast you'll learn it. Em and I can write and read it fluently. We have been able to since we were eight,” she said

  Jackson made an uneasy smile and bit his lower lip. “Then we can send letters to each other if either of us were ever hunted, right?” he asked. Jen looked uneasy.

  She said, “I don't want to worry about them. From what we already know, Noah can take care of himself. You told me that you two have been making some wicked plans for years. Your ‘Shit Hits the Fan’ plans.” She put her notebook down and snuggled up next to him, with her head nestled in his neck. “I want to believe everything is going to turn out alright” she said softly.

  She turned and nibbled on his neck. “I bet I can take your mind off of your worries too, my hubby.” Her left hand reached down to his cock.

  “I'm not so sure, the stress these last few days has been unreal.”

  Jen stopped nuzzling and looked into his face as she let go of his cock. She brought both of her wrists together. “Tie me up. Pleeeeeese?”

  He tilted his head and shook it. With a smiling smirk, he gave away the fact that she turned him on even as stressed as he was over everything that was happening. He said, “You know if I do...”

  She interrupted, “It'll turn you on, make you real horny... and yes, I know. That's the damned point. Let's play a game and see how long it takes you to have your way with me once you have my hands tied together. Come on husband, sex can be a great outlet for stress.”

  She put her hands together as if tied and waved them in front of his face. Pretending as though she was also gagged, she said “mmff.”

  Jackson looked at his wife and Jen knew she had him. All she needed to do was struggle a little and Jackson would get hard. She knew him better than he knew himself, or so she liked to say. Jackson reached under a pillow for the rope. As he extended the rope that was already attached to the bed, she looked at it and smiled. All she could think about was that there was nothing in the world that was more of a turn-on than her husband tying her to the bed and having his way with her as she struggled to get free.

  Usually she would fight him, or at least put up a small struggle as he restrained her, but this time she lay still.

  “I'll make believe I'm sleeping, that I'm too tired to fight you.” she said. Jackson only smiled and got to work. He tied her arms and legs to the bed. She grabbed a quick whiff of his cologne as he fastened her right hand to the post. As he finished connecting her feet to the bottom bed posts, she imagined a muscled and faceless man having his way with her. It had been her favorite fantasy since she was a teenager.

  She had Jackson now though. He had a body that melted her just by looking at him His chest. His arms. And especially that ass. She envisioned it all with her eyes closed. His naked chest hovering over her, muscles rippling. She knew her panties were soaked from the excitement.

  Damn. The sensation made her realize that he forgot to take her panties off again. She knew that if she told him he forgot, then that would screw up the moment and make him feel stupid. He tightened the knot on her left leg. She thanked God that she had such a man. Regardless of his ADHD.

  Jackson removed the last of his clothes as Jen snuck in a peek. He threw his underwear on the floor to the side of the bed. He moved up to straddle her and she knew in that moment that he just realized Jen still had her panties and t-shirt on. She opened her eyes and saw disappointment showing on his face. His lips silently made out the word 'fuck'.

  Jen was smiling, watching her husband’s reaction, but played along. “I told you I didn't want to have sex, hubby. Untie me now, I have things to do.”

  He leaned over and kissed her on her nose. Luckily they had prepared for this, and rather than untie her to get her panties off, they kept a pair of safety scissors in the side table. They had used them five times now just to cut up perfectly good pairs of panties. It was a good thing the man had inherited billions. Jen had complained before about having to cut them off, wasting so many pairs of expensive panties, but that always made Jackson feel stupid. So this time she just played along to keep the scene going.

  She struggled, pulling against the rope holding her wrists. “I'm not playing, Jackson. Untie me now or I swear I'll...”

  “You'll what? My pretty wife, don't you know by now I own you? Your body is my body whether you want to have sex or not. When I'm done enjoying myself, I'll untie you.” He moved over to the side of the bed and opened the drawer to take out the scissors.

  “What are you going to do with them? Please don't hurt me,” she pleaded. Jackson looked puzzled, and Jen realized she was mixing up her own fantasies, combining the idea of being taken by some stranger by force with her loving husband simply not taking no for an answer. He played along.

  She begged, “No, stop, please don't cut them.” She fought against the ropes. There was always something about not being able to move that gave her an extra exciting spark. She could feel it in her pussy. Here, mere struggles would somehow be felt down there as she fought to free herself.

  Jackson cut the panties off and threw them to the floor. He then cut her t-shirt off as well. She struggled to get free, but only up to the point of where the scissors were next to her skin and cutting. Such were the practicalities of bondage and submission games. If they didn't plan ahead and work the fantasy out, little screw-ups could and would occur. Like him forgetting she had clothes on.

  It was nice and warm in the bedroom. Jen watched her man while he placed his beautifully muscled arms on either side of her head. He kissed her forehead, then her nose again, then her lips. It was a long kiss, and Jackson explored a good part of her mouth as their tongues caressed. He pulled back to look at her again. “I love you so much.”

  The crinkle on the side of his eyes, not to mention those luscious lips of his, had Jen panting. She struggled some more and realized that she didn't want Jackson playing as a loving husband. Right now she wanted him a little rougher. To take her, gag her and fuck her silly. He looked like he wanted to be more romantic. Well there's a time and place for romance. To hell with that, she wanted to be taken.

  She struggled hard, looked at him and turned from him as he tried to kiss her again.

  “You think you can fight against me? Give me a break. You're tied up and I'll do whatever I want.” He grabbed her by her neck and turned her head to face him.

  “You understand me?” he demanded.

  He looked fierce and Jen felt it way deep inside her. “Let me go, or I swear I'll scream.”

  He quickly covered her mouth with his right hand, firmly pinning her head to the bed. He was her own fantasy lover, who would follow her instructions to the letter. Her every wish, even her protests would have Jackson doing what she loved. Dominating her exactly the way she told him she desired.

  She felt his cock stroking against her pussy, gliding up and down while his left hand squeezed her breast. He then switched up his hands and covered her mouth with his left, pushing her head to her right and pinning it there with his powerful hand. Her pussy was aching now, her clit tingled in anticipation of her husband nibbling and biting on her neck. Her sweet spot was just under her ear.

  He bit, and the sensation multiplied inside her. She felt a tingle go all the way from her neck to her toes, settling in her pussy. His cock was now rubbing against her, hard as a rock, warm and pushing over her clit.

  “Mmff!” She screamed into his hand, but nothing came out. She watched as her wrist pulled against th
e rope and he nibbled all along her neck. He placed his other hand at the back of her neck, grabbing a fistful of her hair. He pulled her hair slightly, helping his other hand keep her muffled. His hands held her head firmly.

  His cock entered her, and her pussy wrapped around it as he pushed in. The pressure inside went away as her muscles around his cock adjusted to his size. The intensity started to build as he thrust in and out, the tip of his cock hitting a spot deep within that took her away, deep into her fantasy. His cock made her muscles adapt, moving as he thrust in and out, the intensity of the muscles changing and grabbing hold of him built. It was almost like a rollercoaster with each thrust. The thrill built up and the pressure returned, increasing as the rollercoaster went into a deep drop while his cock moved about. A slight relaxation came within her as he partially withdrew, before going back in, thrusting even harder.

  She was completely soaked, her pussy wanted him harder and longer as he put his hips into each thrust, occasionally pausing to wiggle around a bit inside. She wanted to grab a hold of him with her legs, but the ropes held firm.

  He kept going for what seemed like ten minutes, thrusting and exploring her as the pressure built up, all the while biting and nibbling on her neck. She could no longer keep her eyes open.

  She was experiencing a floating sensation.

  A delicious bite to her neck.

  His cock deep inside her, pushing further against her pussy's limits.

  The ropes holding her wrists and ankles while she was gagged.

  Not even being able to move her head took her over the top.

  The intensity overwhelmed her, as pulsating tingles and waves of pleasure shot from her clit and pussy to every cell in her body. Forgetting where she was, focusing only on her pleasure, she floated in pure delight and ecstasy. Her thighs quivered, and every cell tingled.

  Jackson came almost right after she did. This time she didn't feel his cock twitching inside her as he came. She was too busy enjoying her own orgasm.

  She heard him yell out “Oh God!” as he was thrusting in and out. That was so unlike him; usually he would just moan. He took his hand away from her mouth as she opened her eyes. She felt her thighs quivering under her man's muscled body. He lay partially on her, with his head nuzzled in her neck.

  He kissed her tenderly, tiny kisses all over. She turned to face him, and they kissed. It was the type of kiss where his every move was matched by hers, where their tongues danced to a perfect routine.

  The only thing left to do, in their perfect moment when nothing else mattered, was to untie her. She tended to get very stiff if she were left tied after an orgasm. Bondage was fantastic for their fantasies, but after making love, there was always that one last step to do before they could even think of possibly falling asleep in each other’s arms.

  She struggled with her arms, and he knew to start on the first knot. As he reached for the knot holding her left hand to the bed, she said, “You said 'Oh God' when you came. Imagine that. You’ve never said that before. I have, but not you.”

  He paused from untying the ropes, and looked at her with a smile across his face. “I think probably the worst thing about being an atheist must be that they don't have anyone to talk to during an explosive orgasm. What do they yell out?” She laughed and tugged on the ropes again.

  Emily

  “New York already.” Emily said as the miles flew by. They passed a sign that said Lincoln Tunnel. It had been almost a full week since the incident at Jen and Jackson's. Time seemed to speed up for them all now, and often one or more of them would say, “Today's not Tuesday already...no way.” At one point, Noah lost track of two days. Their stay in Camden for the few days they were in Tennessee was uneventful. The rest was surely needed.

  Jacob sang from the driver’s seat, “If I can make it there, I'll make it...”

  Joshua joined in, singing, “Anywhere, it's up...”

  Noah joined in singing as well. “To you, New York.”

  Then all three of the men were singing. “New York, New York, New York.”

  Not quite Frank Sinatra, but the three of them did have a certain flow from their days singing cadences in the Army only a few years prior. They ended it on the third 'New York' as Emily tapped Noah on his knee.

  “I want to mail a letter to Jen.”

  Noah looked at her with a surprised face. “You know we can't. They can get to us if you do.”

  “Not if we play it smart. I have a few ideas and have a feeling Jen is also thinking along the same lines. Now that we're in New York, we can easily get away with it too.”

  “Yeah OK, we'll have to get an envelope, and you’ll need gloves before you even touch the paper or envelope. Then we can mail it using one of the boxes on the street. That way there's no video of us at a post office. They all have cameras and facial recognition.”

  Joshua turned around. “Hey Sarge, you alright with me telling Em about why that article was written about me?”

  “Not today, save it for another day. I've heard you tell that story four times and repetition annoys the shit out of me. I know I said to tell it, just not now. Wait until we're settled in with Charlotte.”

  Emily looked at both of them in the front seat and then back at Noah. “Why do you all have sunglasses on? Clouds are blocking the sun.”

  Noah smiled. “Haven't you noticed that whenever there was a chance of video and facial recognition being used, we all put on the Ray Bans?”

  She nodded in realization. “That's why you all keep putting them on. I didn't even think about it. But what if they do it with me somehow? I did use the restroom at that Love’s, then the 7-11 gas station. I'm sure the big bad feds can track us with my face, no?”

  Joshua turned around again with one eyebrow raised. “I doubt we are high priority at the moment. That's due to change soon.”

  Noah said, “Looks like you'll be wearing some sunglasses as well with our next stop. Although being in the back seat really keeps you out of the watching eye of the government camera on the road. All we have to worry about is when we get out of the vehicle. We'll play it safe and get you something that looks decent. A good hat too.”

  “How about a nice pair like you three? Maybe there's a Sunglass Hut nearby. Too bad no one here has a smartphone so we can google the nearest location.”

  “Sweets, from now on, no smartphones ever! We'll have some throw-away ones to make calls here and there when we're moving. But we won’t even have those when we're in one location, and definitely not at any of our safe houses or where we stay overnight,” Noah insisted.

  Emily sighed. “I guess this is life from this point on. I better get used to it.” She looked out the window at the wall of the tunnel. She just stared at the wall, with lights passing every few seconds. She turned briefly to see Noah watching her; she grimaced and turned back to looking at the right side wall of the tunnel.

  She had that feeling she got when Noah was staring right at her. She turned and saw him doing just that.

  He said “We'll have plenty of time for us to be romantic, and explore...” He leaned closer to Emily so no one else could hear, then whispered in her ear, “We're going to know each other inside and out. I swear to you, I'll be the loving partner you always dreamed of.” He kissed her below her ear.

  “You already are,” she replied.

  Just then, Joshua turned around and handed a throw-away with some contraption connected to it to Noah. He had called their friend Charlotte and said, “It's ringing...”

  Noah

  Noah put the phone to his ear and listened as it rang for the third time. Then a voice picked up and said “Hello.”

  “Is this the lovely Spiderwoman?” Noah asked into the voice changer that was attached to his throw-away cell, but there was no answer.

  Joshua said, “Let me say hello to my ex.” Noah handed him back the phone.

  “Hey babe, we are local in about an hour. This is on speaker.” Again, there was only silence.

 
; “Is that J? I didn't recognize your voice. I recognized the big man though. Are you coming for dinner?” the sweet electronically altered voice on the other end of the phone asked.

  Even though the voice was changed, Noah could hear that sultry voice of Charlotte Glenor, former Private under his command in Afghanistan. She was in the Army for four years straight, yet could never get above the rank of Private due to her propensity to slug men who hit on her. If you saw her, you'd swear she could never be a soldier because she was way too attractive. But if you were ever up against her on the battlefield, you could kiss your ass goodbye. The woman could out-shoot any man Noah knew. Snipers would lose in competitions when pitted against her expertise with a sniper rifle. Noah, as well as Joshua, made a small fortune betting on her up against anyone who was stupid enough to judge her based on her looks. Marines were usually so gung-ho that they ended up handing over the most money from lost bets.

  Joshua looked at Noah and said softly, “Said the spider to the fly. Or flies.”

  “I heard that, J,” Charlotte shot back. “Wait until I see you, you still owe me from last time.”

  Charlotte's nickname was Spiderwoman, given by Joshua back in Afghanistan. He would joke about her name and say 'Charlotte' like that pig Wilbur from the cartoon Charlotte's Web. It caught on and soon the whole platoon said her name in the same manner. She would ignore it and joke with you if she liked you. If she didn't like you, then she might crack you in the mouth and would never back down from anyone. Lately, since leaving the Army, she seemed more pissed if you said her name like that.

  “What's the ETA then?” Charlotte asked. Noah moved closer to the phone as Joshua held it out to him. “2100 at Pig Pit F.” Noah looked at Emily, who, justifiably, had a confused look on her face. She looked at him over her newspaper.