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

by Dani Stowe

  Elliot walks back. His prick is long and hard, pointing right at me but it’s not the only thing that points. He’s holding a pair of scissors.

  “Elliot,” I mutter and look up to the cuffs. I look for the button that will release me but there is none. These are not the same cuffs as last time. These are not the same cuffs!

  Glowering at the scissors in Elliot’s hand, I snap as I pull at the cuffs and yank hard making a racket. “Elliot, you’re scaring me.”

  He pales, stopping dead in his tracks. “What?” His eyes narrow.

  “Are you going to cut me with that? Have you been fantasizing about hurting me? To get back at me for everything.”

  He looks wide-eyed at the scissors in hand, the sharp end pointed straight in the air. “Oh, Jesus. Sweetheart, no!” he pants, dropping the scissors and marches right towards me.

  He grips my face with both hands, planting kiss after kiss across my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, under my jaw, behind my ear, through my hair. “Baby, I love you. I would never hurt you.” He snakes both arms around my waist and squeezes. “I’m so sorry. I just wanted to cut your clothes. I had no idea it would scare you.”

  Cut my clothes? “How long have you had that crazy idea?”

  He chuckles out of embarrassment and slouches to let his forehead rest on my shoulder. “Do you really want to know?”

  “I do.”

  He squeezes tighter, pulling me flush against him. “Since the start of puberty. Maybe since I was fourteen.”

  My own inner teen blooms. I can’t blame him. Just last week, Elliot wouldn’t get off of his phone dealing with some issue related to another member of NIM. I was jealous and conjured up all sorts of nasty thoughts to get some attention. I purposefully spilled milk down my shirt, letting it drip out the side of my mouth and down my face. I was wearing a black mesh bikini panty with a white cotton tank top. My nipples perked up under the cold moo juice that soaked through the tank. Elliot quickly dropped the phone to lap up the milky mess only to spritz his cum on all the places he’d just licked.

  I kiss his stubbly jaw. “Maybe you should tell me your fantasies before you attempt them.”

  Elliot sighs. “After everything, I’m still afraid of what you might think.”

  “I’m not going to judge you, Elliot. I want to know.”

  He backs up, looking me straight in the eyes. “Do you now?”

  I smile. “I do.”

  “I’ve had all kinds of dreams about you and...” he bats his pretty eyes. I blink wide-eyed. “School supplies,” he confesses. “I want to use the scissors on you.” He scratches his head before he corrects himself. “Your clothes.”

  He’s so flustered. It’s adorable. I take a breath. “You can cut.”

  Elliot lets go to turn around and picks the scissors back up. He strolls towards me and it's me that's studying him, now. Scissors, glasses, pencil, and a hard prick. He is such a nerd, but a fine looking naked nerd, and I am thrilled to be in so much trouble.

  I’m about to get schooled.

  Elliot puts the pencil across my lips. “Bite,” he says. “I need you to hold this.”

  I bite the pencil, wedging it across my cheeks and chomping it between my teeth.

  Elliot lowers himself. He tosses my shoes away and pulls at the hem to start cutting.

  “Why...” I’m starting to drool with the pencil in my mouth but I talk through it. “Why do you wanna cuck my coze off?”

  “Why do I want to cut off your clothes?”

  “Mhm.” My skirt falls, cut free. He moves onto my shirt.

  “It’s like unwrapping a present. Opening gifts were among the best things about being a kid,” he says and stands up to cut my shirt then my bra away.

  I gasp when his teeth land on my nipple and tug. The pencil nearly falls out of my mouth and I suck it back in and chomp.

  Elliot throws the scissors across the room and chooses to tear at my panty, ripping it with his bare hands. He slides a hand up my middle, between my legs, where his fingers find a heated pool.

  He walks away.

  Damn it! I hate when he does that.

  “Elli-oh,” I hiss through the pencil in my mouth. I hear him open then shut a drawer.

  He comes back. He’s holding something, hiding it behind him.

  “If that’s a bup pwug. I’m nuh doin’ ip.”

  “It’s not a butt plug,” he asserts, adjusting his glasses with one finger at the nose. “It’s a White Rabbit and I want to put it down the rabbit hole.” Elliot puts what I assume is a vibrator in the shape of a penis in front of my face. It is mostly white but shows beads in the middle of the shaft and hosts what looks like a small attachment at the side in the shape of tiny bunny ears plus a bunch of control buttons at the base. “Have you used one of these before?” he asks.

  “Nuh.”

  He cocks his head. “Really?”

  “Nuh.”

  Drool is officially pouring out the side of my mouth now. Elliot’s eyes sparkle as my saliva drips down my chin. He removes the pencil and I swallow with relief but then he smears the eraser tip in all my drool like he’s trying to erase it? Then, he puts the wet pencil back across my lips. “Bite.”

  I glower at him. My mouth is getting sore from biting that thing. “Can we just put the pencil down?”

  He exhales with disappointment. I think I’m killing his fantasy.

  “Fine.” I bite. The pencil is soaked with my spit.

  He wiggles the White Rabbit in front me. “This is going to make you come very quick.” He switches it on. The beads in the shaft spin as the little ears vibrate. He gets on his knees.

  I push my leg out. It’s somewhat automatic. Elliot has a tendency to want to study the space between my legs before he engages with it. It used to make me feel awkward, the way he can just stare and examine me down there, but I’ve gotten used to it. He says he’s simply fascinated with my anatomy and I figure he wants to move onto experimentation, like a true scientist. “This isn’t going to hurp is ip?”

  “Charlotte,” he says sternly standing back up. He grips my chin wet with drool. “It’s not going to hurt. You are everything to me. I already told you I will never hurt you like that. I will never break your heart. You are my dream girl.”

  Dream girl? My heart floods with dreamy joy and I nearly drop the pencil again because I can’t contain my smile.

  Elliot looks at the pencil in my mouth and smiles boldly as well. I feel silly but I do believe he finds this sexy.

  “I just want to play with you a little.” He raises his brows revealing puppy dog eyes. “Even a little goes a long way to appease my fantasies, fantasies that make me ache tremendously for you. But if anything makes you uncomfortable—”

  I quickly shake my head, no. “I wanna make yo dweams come twoo.” Except for the pencil. I’d really like to spit this thing out.

  “Mmph,” I moan, dropping my head back as the head of the vibrator goes in me. Elliot plunges it in and out with one hand then grips the back of my neck with the other. He tilts my head up to look at him. Puppy dog gone. Alpha wolf growling. Our eyes lock as he fucks me with the silicone toy.

  His eyes narrow in reaction to my own face that is twitching with pleasure and oh God. I want to kiss him. But this fucking pencil!

  His hand pauses at my center. He plays with a few buttons. I jerk when the vibration of the little ears gyrate against the inner lips of my clit. Elliot grips my ass for leverage so he can bend over to look between my legs. He maneuvers the little ears so my clit lands between them and he gently tilts the vibrator in and out of my hole.

  “Hnnn.” I hear myself whine as my head falls back again and I chomp hard down on the pencil. I’m not going to last long.

  “Sweetheart, are you going to come?” Elliot asks matter-of-factly as if he’s genuinely taking notes.

  “Mhm.” A spark ignites. Any second now. Oh jeez, it feels so good. I’m almost there.

  Elliot puts his tongue against my
vibrating clit and...

  Oh my God, I come.

  But Elliot lets go! He withdraws his tongue and the ears. He pulls the vibrator out and I’m going crazy! I’m coming into—nothing!

  Nooooo!

  Elliot cradles my head with both hands like he’s not just looking at me but looking deep into my soul. I have no idea where the White Rabbit went but I want it back or his tongue back or even his fingers back to finish my climax. My hips are bucking, but I feel so empty. So robbed. So betrayed. He’s torturing me. Elliot Crowe is torturing me!

  My orgasm dwindles incomplete and it makes me want to cry.

  This is how it was for him. This is how he felt. Every time, I walked past the window to tease him. This is the longing that tortured his poor young soul.

  “You’re a wiar,” I speak. The fucking pencil is still in my damn mouth.

  He removes it. “Liar?”

  Tears escape my eyes. “You said you would never break my heart.”

  “Sweetheart,” he coos, wrapping one hand behind my head and bringing me closer to him, pulling my arms straight and taut against the cuffs. “I didn’t break your heart. I made it mine.”

  “Yours?” His mentality is baffling me. “I came into nothing. How could you do that? You just left me hanging.”

  “Yes, Charlotte and you’re still hanging. I want to know how much you want me. How much do need me? To fuck you? To make love to you? To make up for what I just did to you? Right now? For always? You have to understand that even when you crush me, I still want you. It’s what made me who I am. It’s what I need of you. Do you still want me? I want you to want me even after I’ve crushed you and left you hanging in the same way you did to me when we were younger.”

  I bow my head. “Elliot, I’ve already told you at least a hundred times that I love you.”

  “I want more than that, Charlotte. Love is chemical. Hormonal. A trick of nature. You are the center of my universe. I need to know that I mean the same to you even when you are near broken. I need you to know my very existence would cease to be the same if I should lose any part of you again. I need to feel like we are bonded beyond lust, beyond emotion, beyond—”

  “Like a covalent bond.”

  He blinks with surprise and his forehead crinkles. “Did you... Did you just talk in scientific terms?”

  “I told you I love you, Elliot. I pay attention.”

  A kiss lands hard on my mouth. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I love you. I just love you so much.” Elliot sucks my lips into his own mouth so hard, he’s robbing me of air. We are already married but perhaps the vows we’ve sealed with an engagement ring and a wedding band is still not enough to prove to him that he’s worth everything he’s worked so hard to achieve. I don’t know what else I can do to convince him.

  Our tongues dance between us in the caverns of our open mouths. He’s allowed a small gap to come between our lips. I’m not surprised to find the pencil slip into the space.

  He cocks his head back to look at the pencil, the eraser end against my tongue and I realize this, this is his ultimate fantasy. I close my lips around it. His eyes become fixed as he pushes the No. 2 in and out, in and out.

  “Get it wet, Charlotte.”

  Get it wet? Is he planning to put it somewhere?

  Elliot tosses his glasses to the bed and reaches down to lift my left leg. He hooks his arm under my knee. I grip the ring above for what’s coming next and he enters me. All nine inches go up in me. Plunging into me. Penetrating me. Filling me.

  “Mmm—ugh,” he grunts as he fucks me then pulls the wet pencil out of my mouth.

  He pulls his cock out of me as well and next thing I know he’s got the back end of his No. 2 pencil in my hole. He swirls it around before pulling it out. Puts it in. Pulls it out. He flicks my clit with it, and I must say the rubbery wet end of the eraser might be enough to make me come.

  “Do you like that, Charlotte? You’re so wet for me, baby.”

  He doesn’t even give me a chance to reply when he plunges himself back inside me, placing the pencil in his own mouth to bite on it and taste me.

  He looks down and his eyes squint. He’s studying the continuous repetitive collision of fucking and grinding. Watching him watch us—it turns me on. He’s always turned me on when he watched me. My womb contracts and oh, I’m so excited to be alive in this space and time right now. I’m ready to come once more.

  He pulls out.

  He drops my leg.

  He walks away.

  No! Not again! “Elliot!” I scream, yanking wildly this time at the cuffs. It makes my wrists sore but I don’t care! My body is so hungry with need. A need to come with any kind of friction against him.

  Elliot comes back. Something jingles in his hand opposite the pencil. The keys.

  He unlocks the cuffs and lifts me at the waist to toss me on the bed. He spreads me open in front of him, pulling my ass to the edge of the mattress. Grabbing one breast, Elliot kneads it and I hear another noise—a vibration. The White Rabbit. It’s back. He inserts it in me.

  My legs are raised one at a time into the air. Elliot squeezes my legs together at the ankles and pushes, folding my legs towards my head. Both knees land against my chin. The White Rabbit is pushed into me, deliciously rocked by Elliot’s pumping hand. He pauses. All I can hear is the spinning of beads within the shaft of the White Rabbit as it beats and rolls within me. Elliot’s breathing becomes heavy as he wets my other hole by sliding his finger along the full length of my crack, and then I feel something else. The back end of the No. 2 glides slowly, gently into my backside.

  I’m not sure how to feel about this. I’m not sure what to do but I do know he wants this, so I take it—the thin prick of the back end of a No. 2 and the jack of a White Rabbit. I can only imagine what’s going on in his head as he fondles me with his toys. His intensity, so focused on me, it turns me on.

  Within a few licks of his lips, he let’s go of my legs. They spread to each side of him. The little ears find my clit again and as soon as Elliot dips his tongue to rub against my vibrating nub, I come. I come hard.

  Both of my hands find the top of Elliot’s head and I twist his hair as tight as I can grab. He’s not going to leave me this time. I grind my climax into his face. He willingly eats me, bunny ears and all, but it only lasts two seconds when he fights me.

  No, please! Don’t leave me hanging. Don’t do this again!

  Quickly, he pulls my legs back together to bend them towards my face once more and the White Rabbit is removed. He sets it free, pulling it out, but I’m immediately filled, my pussy trapping Elliot’s cock, which thrusts then pounds into me bringing my orgasm back to reach new heights. Oh fuck! I’m coming so hard.

  “Charlotte,” Elliot calls out as he pumps me, moving his cock at an angle so he can observe the pencil, which he twists and glides back and forth, not fully going in, not fully coming out. The hard pounding and the gentle twist—I’m sure it’s taking an enormous amount of focus to coordinate. Oh, my Elliot. So. Fucking. Gifted.

  “I know,” I reply with a shaky voice, trying to absorb all that’s happening. “This is your dream. I’m your dream girl.” My orgasm is pulsing as I speak.

  “No. Mmm. Err. Baby!” He groans and moans and comes. My knees jerk against my jaw with each pulse of his hot cum that warms my insides. “You’re my fucking hero,” he blurts with one last forceful thrust followed by a shimmy.

  Gently, he removes the number two and then his nine. Deep down, I knew this was coming because this is what it all comes down to after teasing him all those years. My nine and his number two. I let out a lengthy exhale. I had no idea I’d been holding so much air.

  Tipping my legs to the side, Elliot climbs up to the bed and pulls me by my arms then my waist to him. He spoons me, nuzzling my neck from behind.

  “I can’t believe you let me stick a pencil up your butt,” he laughs but squeezes. He squeezes me so tight I have to wiggle his arms loose to allow me to breathe
.

  “Well, you did save me from a fire once.”

  “That’s nothing. What you just did... What you just let me do... Oh, Charlotte,” he kisses my neck. “You have no idea.”

  “It was a pencil.” I smirk and roll over to face him.

  “It was the pinnacle of my existence.”

  “Really?” My eyes narrow. “I would think the pinnacle of Elliot Crowe’s existence would’ve been the moment you were honored for saving a girl from a burning house or when you boys acquired NIM or figured out the Bang really works.”

  He pulls on a few strands of my hair and flicks the ends across his face. “All those things I did, I did because of you.”

  “So, if you’re past the pinnacle, then what’s next? Because I’m not so sure how I feel about doing the pencil again.” I crinkle my nose at him.

  He smiles devilishly. “Okay. No more pencil. But guess. Guess what else I’ve dreamt of with you. Stuff I want to use with you.”

  “Guess? You want me to guess what else you’ve been fantasizing about? I’m not sure I want to guess.”

  “We don’t have to use any of it unless you want to, but I still want you to guess.”

  I massage the top of his head. Maybe some of that brain power will leak out and give me a clue...

  “Glue,” I say watching his face intensely.

  “What? Yuck. Ew.” He spits out his tongue. “Why would I fantasize about glue?”

  “You just butt fucked me with a pencil, which you’ve been fantasizing about since you were fourteen.”

  “Mmm, yeah.” He grins. “But no. Try again.”

  “Well, you already cut my clothes off with a pair of scissors. How about... a pen?”

  “No.”

  “Crayons.”

  “No.”

  “Hmm. Protractor?”

  He rolls his eyes. “No.”

  “Oh. Ruler!”

  “Yes, across your butt. I’ve dreamt of that many, many times.” I smack his chest. He catches my hand. “But that’s not the object I desire most to share with you.”

  “Well, what else could there be?”

  “Diapers.”

  Diapers? What the hell? “Elliot, I’m not wearing a diaper for you.”