CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Nidev went straight to his room when he entered his apartment and stripped out of his clothes. He wouldn’t shower first, he needed to hear her voice while jacking off. Once under his covers, he drew his knees up and opened his legs, allowing the lust to flood in. Fuck yes. Finally. He pulled his phone out and dialed her number.
“You made it,” she answered.
“I did,” he said, his pulse racing at the sound of her voice as he gripped the base of his cock in a merciless chokehold. “What are you doing?”
“Was just laying in bed waiting for you.”
He moved his hand slowly along his shaft. “Why are you helping me?” He needed to hear her say it. Whatever the answer was.
“Because…” She took a breath and let it out. “I see you as one of my best friends, and I know that may sound stupid.”
“Why would that sound stupid?” he asked, his heartbeat in his balls as he opened wider .
“I don’t know,” she said, sounding like she smiled.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, closing his eyes as another wave of pleasure rolled through him as silence filled the line.
“Thank you,” she finally said, her voice soft and lilting. “So are you.”
Mmmm, fuck, her voice. She was using her gift, likely not even aware. “What do you think is beautiful about me?”
Her throaty laugh tingled over his skin. “Everything.”
He stroked over the head, spreading his precum all over the tight ridge. “Surely you have a favorite thing.”
“Definitely your eyes. And nose. And mouth, top three.”
“Do you want to know what I think is beautiful on you?”
She made strained worried sounds. “I guess that’s only fair.”
“Your ass in those jeans. Your ass in that bathing suit that one time I reprimanded you at the pool. You walked off and I got an eyeful of that perfection. And your mouth. It produces some of my very favorite things. Your smile taking first place among other things.”
“What other things?” she asked, definitely smiling, and aroused he could hear .
“Everything else you do with your mouth. Did you know your voice over the phone is the most arousing sound I’ve ever heard?”
She gave him a big nervous laugh. “I’m not trying to do that!”
He stroked the slit on his cock, his breaths thickening. “Are you sure?”
“I am,” she swore. “So, you mentioned needing to talk about something. That’s why I’m here if… I mean if you need to.”
“Are you ready to hear me say all those wicked things?”
“I mean… I said I would.”
“You can change your mind,” he said, lifting his hips off the bed and pushing into his tight fist.
“No, I’m not changing my mind.”
“Do you want to know what I’m doing right now?”
“Uhhh if you… need to tell me.”
Her fear delivered a firm lick along his balls. “I do need to tell you. But I need you to need it.”
She filled his ear with several nervous breaths. “I do.”
“You do what?”
“I do need it.”
“I’m laying in my bed. Naked. My legs are drawn up and open. I have my hard cock in my fist and I’m fucking it while imagining doing very, very nasty things. Do you want to know who I want to do those nasty things with?”
“Uhhh,” she barely said, the sound shaking. “Do I?”
“Her name is Doo-nie.”
His breath caught in his chest at the feel of her jealousy in the silence. “And who is that?”
“She attends this school,” he said quietly, flicking his hips faster. “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve fantasized very nasty things about her.”
“Pretty sure I know everybody here and don’t recognize that name,” she said, her anger a fire in his spine.
“Look in the mirror and you will meet her,” he said, letting his moan slip. “Do you trust me, my Doo-nie?”
The phone went quiet as they both burned in the flames he’d just lit.
“How do you feel about being my darkest fantasy, Doo-nie? That you’re the woman I think about while fucking my fist? That I fantasize about making you do every manner of nasty thing to me? Tell me.”
“I…” her breaths trembled. “I… love it.”
The tiny confession exploded in his blood. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Completely.”
“Would you like to hear me come? ”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Mmm, baby,” he said, letting his thick groans loose. “My cock is slick with my desire. I’m going to make you fucking taste it. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You like playing nasty games with me?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I’m fucking my tight fist slowly. I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth with it. I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock perfectly. Do you want to be my good girl student, Doo-nie?”
Her trembling breaths filled the silence before she burned him with, “Yes, Mr. Nidev.”
He gave a long groan as his orgasm sizzled in his spine. “I will be a very strict teacher. I will demand perfection. And you will be punished if you fail to please me. You will not touch yourself,” he warned. “Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Do you understand me?”
“Mr. Nidev,” she whispered around sharp breaths.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes, I understand,” she gasped. “I’ll be a good girl, so good.”
“Come to my apartment right now. I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock. And then you’ll return to your bed with your pussy dripping and desperate and you will not get a single drop of relief. Unless… you’re a good girl and find a way to please me . Then I may give your little pussy a reward. Are you on your way?”
“Y-yes,” she hurried.
“You have five minutes to get here.” He hung up and his hunger filled every muscle as he ripped his way out of the covers to pace next to the bed. Fuck, what was he doing, was he doing this, was he truly fucking doing it?
He was. Yes, he was.
First, he’d initiate her into his devious lust. Once he did that, it would be official. And he’d begin his very, very dirty games with her.
****
Shock, arousal, and fear ran in circles through Lyric’s blood as she made her way down the corridors as calmly as possible toward Nidev’s apartment. Mr. Nidev. Or King Nidev.
Oh God, she was doing this.
I trust him.
Yes, she did, with all that she was. Whatever he was going through and why, it didn’t matter. She’d help him. The risk was him getting over what was wrong with him and regretting all of it, regretting her.
She could not be whatever she was about to become and survive a rejection after. No way. She would die in every way a person could die, no doubt about it. He was a million times too everything for her not to dive into him one thousand percent. One million. She was literally putting her heart, mind, body and soul on the line with this. On the line!
I trust him.
Oh, you had better, little girl because he can surely break you into a million pieces just with his voice and eyes, much less the entire package.
Her guts flipped a thousand times as she rounded the final corner to his place. Dear God, five minutes ago, he was jacking off to her on the phone. While talking to her! And she was going there to suck. His. Cock. It was surreal as much as it was abstract. The man she'd crushed on since she’d gotten to the school had picked her to work out his psychotic bat-bite obsessions with.
God stop me if this is wrong. Please. Stop me, make something happen to stop it. Otherwise, I’m doing this and once I do, I’m so done!
She stood before his door and rang the bell before chickening out. She swallowed, pushing down her raging pulse but the saliva only made it halfway and brought on a coughing fit. She covered her mouth, stifling it as the door opened to him in black silky briefs, adding panic to the problem. Water. That was all her brain could think as she sped past him to the kitchen, horrified that this was happening. She didn’t care about rewards, but wow, how sexy hot to open the door to your personal cocksucker choking on nothing !
By the time she quit dying, he was leaning against the island with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at her with his usual unreadable, beautiful expression. Right as she worried the mood was ruined, her gaze got hooked on the mountain sized hard on pushing against his underwear. Holy...
“All better?”
His soft, calm words drew her gaze up and she nodded, back to worrying about the cock sucking part of her visit. She really had no experience, she’d only done it once to George in hopes of enticing more and part of her was sure had she known how, she might have succeeded.
“Hi.” She nodded, remembering his question. “I’m…” Honesty! “So very nervous.” She suddenly feared it was the wrong thing to say. “But ready. To learn.”
“And what are you nervous about, my Doo-nie?”
His Doo-nie. What did that mean? He’d begun calling her that after he confessed everything to her. “Uh…” She squeezed the water bottle in her hand, filling the awkward silence with loud crinkling pops. “Just…” Honesty, always honesty with him! “I’m… not the most experienced. At all. I’ve performed oral on a man once. George,” she gasped, trying to shut up. “I don’t think I did it right.” She shook her head ‘til her curls bounced along her face .
“I will teach you everything. You will have plenty of practice. Until you do it perfectly.”
She gave a nod as her privates convulsed, knowing full well what perfect meant to him. She’d been relieved many times that he wasn’t her teacher. He was so very hard and exact. Excellence was his obsession. Practice to him could involve hours of extra time. He was beyond patient. He was the patron saint of patience. He loved watching you take as long as you needed ‘til you found the magic, as he often called it.
What would practice look like in regard to this? If his outrageously delicious nasty talk was a measure, she was so in for it.
“We will begin now,” he announced. “Right here.”
The water bottle crinkled in her twitchy fingers. “In the… kitchen?”
“Yes. Come and stand twelve inches before me.”
There it was. Exact.
She forced her legs to move and carefully got before him, trying to eye the distance correctly. “Is that… good enough?” she asked, meaning to look up at him but his chest was right there, full of all those tattoos she’d fantasized endlessly about.
“It is,” he said softly. “Lower to your knees.”
Oh God, here we go .
On her knees, she was now faced with the job waiting behind the tight black material.
He placed his palms on the counter behind him. “Remove my underwear.”
Remove his underwear. She wouldn’t ask if he meant all the way. Without specifications, it had to mean all the way.
She set her water bottle down on the floor and got to it. She jerked her gaze up with a gasp when she gouged his waist with her thumbnail! “So sorry,” she barely whispered, his beautiful face still unreadable, right on her. She’d have to read his cock to know his mood and so far, he was still extremely and perfectly interested, maybe fascinated.
Her pulse was beating so hard she could hardly hear her own screaming fears as she slowly worked his underwear down. The material resisted where it covered mount cock and she moved her fingers in the waistband toward the front, helping it while trying not to pant like a dog as she prepared for the greatest exposition of her entire life. His cock. Mr. Nidev’s cock. That she was going to suck.
“Oh God.” The whispered words blasted out, bringing the simple underwear lowering task to a sudden halt as she gawked at his cock in utter, breathless shock. It was surely three times the size of George’s in length and width. And full of metal studs! And ink! What on earth and why ?
“Do you like my cock, Doo-nie,” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” she said, sputtering the word like a teenager. Like was the wrongest word, though. Enthralled, fascinated, terrified. Those fit better.
“You have questions?”
Oh so many. “I… What…”
He hooked his fingers on the edges of the metal bar across the thick head and moved it left then right. “Piercings. Done years ago when I determined to conquer my sexual appetites.”
Her hands itched to touch. “The… pain?”
“More like the pleasure the pain gave.”
He liked pain? Or was she misunderstanding?
“The greater the enemy, the greater the victory.”
She stared at the ink, wondering which of those pains came first. “Does this mean you… like pain?” Her own privates clenched at imagining the agony of getting those things put in such a place.
“I had nearly forgotten they were there. Until you.” He reached under his cock with his other hand and slid his thumb and index fingers slowly over each metal ball, starting from the top and working his way to the very base. “Now I feel every single one of them biting. A row of angry teeth, getting sweet revenge.”
The low hungry words said he loved it more than was sane. But anything that got him hot, got her even hotter .
“Finish the job Doo-nie before I get impatient.”
The threat or warning was as nice as could be, but she knew plenty about his all bite and no bark ways. Her vagina reminded her that a bite from him in this arena was actually what she craved. But him biting her in any way was a hard fear to shake. Maybe once he bit her, she’d have an easier time.
“Maybe… I have a new favorite… beautiful thing on you,” she dared as she continued lowering his underwear ‘til they reached the floor.
He stepped out of them. “Fold them,” he instructed.
She lifted them from the floor and lowered to her haunches, using her lap to lay them out before creating a perfect square of them.
“Put them here.”
He lowered his palm, and she set them on it. Where he put them, she had no idea as she locked her lusty gaze on her next subject in the que.
“I want you to take five minutes to explore every inch of it with your hands.”
Her breaths shook as she exhaled, remembering the clock over the sink. She glanced at it over her shoulder, knowing when he gave a time, he meant it down to the second.
*** *
Nidev’s ability to maintain control over the wicked urges screaming through his blood was nothing short of a superpower. It was the one side effect of Bat Boy’s bite that he didn’t loathe. This lust felt ancient. Honed. Perfected. And full of precise knowledge about how to effortlessly feed every aspect of it. He knew things he never remembered knowing. Things he shouldn’t know. And he knew them instinctually, the way he knew to swallow. His cock had become an intellectual powerhouse of means and ways. He knew every way to satisfy his lust and the means by which he’d do it. The bat juice had unlocked a lot more than his gift’s full potential. It also unlocked his primitive sex drive to the same degree.
His fingers curled around the edge of the counter as she reached for his cock with both hands, sending all that fire to pulse in the entire lower half of his body. He spread his legs a little more, wanting her to explore everything attached.
He watched with thick breaths as the tips of her fingers touched down on his shaft so soft he barely felt it. She was surprising him in ways he’d not anticipated but enjoyed immensely. All of the gifts had come straight from her vulnerable side, and he couldn’t love it more. Her little coughing fit, the way she openly raped him with her gaze, the way her perfect mouth never shut from the moment she arrived. Her inexperience alone put a raging lava in his balls.
He should have said one minute to explore. He was desperate to see his cock in her mouth. Her lips caressing every inch of it, her tongue raining fire on the slit and ridge. He wanted to see his hands gripping her head and making her and what the back of her throat felt like. He especially needed to know how her moans would sound and if her vocal gifts would fill them and what that would do to him.
He’d remove the Jacob’s ladder and bathe. Maybe he’d make her wash him. As he watched her delicate fingers get hungrier all over his cock, the vision of him fucking her in the shower brought a tsunami wave of lust crashing through him.
He covered her hands with his and squeezed her grip tighter. “This will be only your cock, Doo-nie,” he whispered thickly, moving her two-handed grip along his shaft. “I want you to kiss the very tip of it now,” he whispered through the flames. “Use the tip of your tongue to taste my desire. You need to know what you do to me,” he shuddered. “Then, fifteen minutes from now, your entire beautiful body will experience the wrath of my insanity.”
A moan burned the head of his cock where she opened her full lips and kissed the entire crown, capturing his essence with maddening, greedy flicks of her tongue .
“Fuck, that’s so good, baby,” he gasped. “Are you ready for that, Doo-nie?”
“Yes,” she gushed, opening her mouth more and sucking with more abandon.
“My sweet student is being nasty for me?”
She moved her eager fists faster over his shaft, her molten eyes on him as she confessed, “ Yes , so nasty, ” before diving back on the head with a succulent moan, her teeth raking the rim in her greedy haste.
“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he shot out, back to holding the counter as he gave her full control. “Show me how fucking hungry you are for me.”
She strangled the base of his cock in one hand and raked her nails over his inner thigh.
“You want more?”
“Yes,” she pled, lifting his cock, and devouring his balls with lusty moans.
Nidev opened the lower cabinet door on his left and propped his foot on it, expanding her kissing and sucking journey. She hurried back to his cock, her hunger unleashed and commanding him.
“That’s my filthy angel,” he praised, fisting her silky curls in both hands to control her. “Suck your King’s wicked crown.” Ughhh fuck, the heat burning through him was the very breath of his insanity .
He pulled her off the head of his cock and she gave a lusty moan with her gasp. “Time for me to taste your wicked little mouth.”
He lifted her by her hair, devouring her shocked gasp with a feral hunger. He kept one fist buried in her curls and gripped a handful of her denim covered ass, pulling her into his cock. “I want these fucking clothes off. Then I want you in my shower.”