Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) (12 page)

I walked to class on a sunny winter morning in the thirties. They were predicting a "Nor'easter" but not until this evening. As long as it didn't snow on Saturday I was okay with it. Today was Thursday. Two days to my next session with Tristan.

I walked past the vestibule where I first saw the ad. There was a new one in its place between the "Sublet Available Feb 1" ad and the "Guitar Lessons by Rick" one. Looked like Times New Roman on plain white paper again.

Shit, does he really need more students?

I walked up to it, but soon realized it was somebody selling thesis writing help. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Relief? What relief?
I'm falling in love with a man who is incapable of normal relationships, who puts up
Submission training
ads so he can lure college girls to his estate and take advantage of them.

Take advantage? That was my mother speaking. In her world, men were always "taking advantage" of women, like sex was something only men wanted. Like it was something women had to put up with rather than enjoy.

Did my mother ever have an orgasm? She must have. She must have hid her sexuality from me, right? I could never tell because there was too much Bible-quoting going on. Ecclesiastes 10:12 says this. 2nd Kings 3:24 says that.

"Meghan!" said a voice, calling from across the street.

I looked over to see Dan, holding hands with...
oh my God!...
it's her!... I mean, him... I mean her. Nikki.

They crossed Elm Street and walked to me. I hugged Dan and he kissed me on the cheek.

"Nikki, this is Meghan," Dan said. "Meghan, Nikki."

I shook the very feminine hand of the wildly feminine girl that smiled back at me. She wore black boots, a black form-fitting skirt, a shiny gray loose turtleneck sweater, and a black leather jacket.

Yowza!

Did Dan make up the bit about the cock? There is no way this is not a natural-born girl. No, Dan would never make anything like that up.

"Nice to finally meet you, Meghan," said Nikki. "I've heard so much about you."

Even the voice is all girl. But wait... is that a... yes, there's a tiny Adam's apple.
Damn, but she is gorgeous!
I'm even a tad jealous.

"Yes, me too," I said. "And could I have a private moment with Dan for a second?" I pretended to hide myself behind a book, but said in a loud voice, "Oh my God, Dan! She's a keeper!"

Nikki and Dan laughed. Nikki looked down and to her left.

"I was planning on having you two meet each other over lunch," said Dan, "but this is cool. I'm glad we ran into each other. You're heading to class over in Bradford, right?"

"Yes," I said.

"Nik, do you mind if I join Meghan because I have to visit Dr. Wei over at Henning and Bradford is on the way?"

"Fine," said Nikki. "I have to get to my internship anyway."

"Where is your internship?" I said.

"Over at the TV station on Soldiers Field Road."

"I don't think I told you," said Dan. "Nikki wants to work in television news just like you. But as an anchor."

"Reporter," said Nikki. "Not anchor."

"I get that too," I said. "Only with me it's weather girl, not meteorologist."

"Sisters!"

She put her hand up and we high-fived.

"So I'll see you tonight, right?" said Dan.

"I'm not sure," said Nikki. "It all depends on when I get out. I'll text you."

"Okay," said Dan and kissed her.

She put out her hand and shook mine.

"Nice to meet you," she said. "We'll have to sit down over a cup of something soon."

"Definitely!" I said.

She walked off. I watched her hips sway. She was by far the hottest woman on the street. I counted three head turns in three seconds as she stopped at the corner to wait for the light.

"Holy shit, Dan!" I said.

"I know!" he said as he turned and we walked toward campus.

"Hey, I hope I didn't make you feel awkward the other day when we were talking."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry too. That was all me. I was having a hard time accepting all of it."

"
Was
having?"

"Yeah, I think I'm over it. She's just too amazing for me to care about her plumbing."

"That's why I love you, Dan."

"Now, tell me about this Fifty Shades shit you're into. Have you gone yet?"

"Yes, I'm on Level 4."

I got a flash of Tristan's coral reef eyes. I almost tripped.

"What's Level 4?" he said.

"Fuck if I know," I said, "but that's kind of what I like about it. I don't know what's coming next."

A pang of sadness hit me when I said that. I don't know why. It was accompanied by a creeping feeling that something was wrong... somewhere... but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"You're into some weird shit, aren't you?"

We stopped in the 150-year old lobby of Bradford Hall and sat on one of the benches. Sunlight cast beams of light through the Gothic windows, flecks of dust highlighted as they swirled.

I told Dan everything. It flowed better than the version I gave to Meredith Zycroft.

"Holy shit!" said Dan. "And I thought
I
was being deviant. Looks like we're both going through some changes."

"Yes," I said. "And that's not all. I think I'm falling in love with him."

"Do you think he feels the same way?"

I heard the question echo three times in my head.

"I... don't know," I said. "We did kiss when I left the other day."

Even if it was a forced kiss that was ultimately rejected.

"Meghan," said Dan, "don't take offense but I have to say this. I don't want to see you hurt. And I really don't like the fact it's just you and him in some sort of private room where you're in a stockade. There was an episode of
Criminal Minds
once where..."

"Dan," I said. "It's okay. I'm not saying every decision I made was the safest, but to quote my Dad, 'Sometimes you just gotta live a little.'"

"That sounds like your dad."

"And I appreciate your saying that. I really do."

"Yeah", he said. "How's your dad doing back home?"

"I've been over three times this week. He doesn't seem to like my cooking."

"Well... I understand that."

"Fuck you, Dan. But yeah, I know. Jake was my personal chef. I don't have the knack like him... or you, for that matter."

I looked at my watch.

"Gotta go," I said. "Coffee tomorrow?"

"Can't," he said. "Nikki and I are going away for the weekend and I have a paper to get done before eight A.M. on Friday."

"Okay, well text me."

We hugged and I went to Mesoscale Meteorology class.

After class, I walked home. The first wisps of snow were in the air, a light coating forming on the ground.

As I neared my apartment building, I nearly stopped dead in my tracks.
Oh God, no.
My throat filled with a huge lump.

Sitting on the steps in front of my building was Jake.

Jake
was in his Brooks Brothers best, but he wore no tie and his hair was a mess. His skin looked sallow.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I said as I noticed he swayed a little. "Are you all right?"

He looked down at the ground. His hair was full of snowflakes.

"I resigned," he said as he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out an almost empty half-pint bottle of Johnnie Walker Red, took a swig, and put it back.

"Oh, Jake," I said. "No. C'mon, let's get upstairs and you can tell me what happened."

He stood up and nearly fell down.

"Whoops," he said.

"Jake, you're drunk," I said.

"I resemble that remark," he said and laughed. Then kept on laughing. Shit, I'd better get him upstairs quick.

One step at a time we made it up to the second floor, Jake leaning on me. As I put the key in the lock, I felt myself being dragged backwards.

"Jake!" I said, reaching out and grabbing the lapels of his suit and pulling him up before he fell backward down the stairs.

"What?" he said. "I'm fine."

"Sure you are," I said. "Let's just focus on getting inside, okay?"

"Okay," he said in a cartoon character voice.

I worked the lock fast and dragged him in.

Looks like I had just made it in time. As I got him to the edge of my bed he fell onto it and passed out.

I took his shoes off and put them by the door. I removed his suit jacket, pants, and shirt. I hung them in my closet. I pulled the blanket up over him.

Then I watched him sleep for a minute or two.

A flood of memories rushed back to me.

Jake on a hot summer day at Salisbury Beach wearing fifteen Hawaiian leis and a flowered shirt because he lost a bet with his buddy Tom. Making love to him after Halloween Fest 2011 while he still wore his Batman costume. The day he called all excited because he had just been hired by Banks, Hardwick, and Cone. Meeting his tipsy mom and aristocratic dad at his graduation party. Sitting at night in the Public Garden when the drunk guy peed right in front of us, then said "Hello" like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I sat on the bed and touched his face. Stroked his temple.
Oh Jake, what have I done? Where have I gone?
I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. I wiped it. I really need to stop that shit.
I'm not one of those girls who cry all the time and I'll be damned if I become one now!

I went to the cabinet and got a bottle of Pinot Grigio. I looked at it and put it back. I went to the other cabinet and took down the Smirnoff. I poured some over ice. Then I added some ginger ale. I would have preferred tonic water, but it's all I had.

I sat on the couch and saw the Bluetooth on the table. He had told me I don't have to wear it all the time anymore. I just need it in case I have to orgasm. My God, I really am controlled by his voice, aren't I?

I took a sip of the vodka and turned on the television, flipping channels.
Shit, there he was.
Tristan Slade in all his glory.

A plump girl stood on the
Big Deals
TV set asking for $50,000 in exchange for a ten percent stake in her cupcake company. Tristan was one of the five dealmakers who would cut her to shreds.

I couldn't watch. Not only does the show make my stomach turn with its cutthroat mentality, but I can't watch Tristan Slade while Jake is here in my bed.

All of a sudden I felt cold. I went to my bedroom and got a sweater from my closet. Jake was still sleeping.

I flipped again and stopped at
Casablanca
on the classic movies channel.

I made another drink and lost myself in wartime Morocco.

Rick was drunk, trying to wash away the memory of Ilsa. Sam was trying to help but nothing he said could smash Rick out of his funk.

Were things simpler then? Was there some guy in Casablanca who tacked a
Submissive training
ad to a vestibule near Rick's Cafe? Probably a Nazi if he did. They were into some weird shit. I finished my drink. Oops. I made another.

Was life better then? Men were men and women were women. Professor Sanders would have hated it. Meredith Zycroft would have no patients. Where was the dominance and submission? Who had the stockades and the floggers back then? Did Rick want to whip Ilsa? Would she come from it?

I thought of Jake. Is he Rick or Victor Lasczlo? Gotta go with Victor, right? Rick is the dark one, the mysterious one. And yet Rick is all heart deep down. Is Tristan Slade all heart deep down? Is there a soul in there? Does he have a heart as good as Jake's?

I went to my bedroom and kissed Jake on the cheek.

He stirred a little and made a noise. Then his eyes popped open. He looked at me.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I said.

"Oh God. I think I'm going to puke."

He sat up. Even in his disheveled state with his hair all rumpled, he was a gorgeous man. I took another swig of vodka.

"Do you have an Alka-Seltzer?" he said.

"Yeah, I think so," I said.

I went to the kitchen, got it out, poured some spring water in a glass, added the Alka-Seltzer, and brought the fizzy concoction to Jake. I glanced at the TV. Rick and Ilsa were in Paris before the war, all happy and in love.

Jake drank it down.

"Mind if I shower?" he said.

"Of course," I said like I was still his girlfriend.

He got up and went into the bathroom. I made another drink. Outside my window the snow swirled. On my TV the Germans invaded Paris. Ilsa never showed at the train station, leaving only a note for Rick who stood there in the rain.

Jake came out wearing a T-shirt and a pair of boxers from the stash of his stuff that he leaves here. He poured a glass of water and sat on the couch next to me. I turned the TV volume down.

"You feeling better?" I said.

"Yeah," he said, looking down. I moved closer to him. "Thanks for helping me like you did."

"What happened?"

"I... shit, I can't believe this... no, actually, I can... I found some records at the firm that didn't comply with... some other records."

"And?"

"And I made the foolish mistake of bringing it up to one of the senior partners."

"How was that a foolish mistake?"

"Because they called me up to the top office. They were all just lined up standing there and said it would be best if I resign. God, it was my own damned fault. I should have known they were cooking the books and bending the laws. Because..."

"Because that's what lawyers do."

"Yes, and I forgot that. I had some picture of myself as a noble defender of the people and I bought into the image a little too seriously. Too many episodes of
Boston Legal
maybe."

"Oh, Jake," I said and touched his arm, "I'm sorry."

"No,
I'm
the one who's sorry. I never should have chosen law. You have three choices. A, you become a heartless prosecutor who only sees the bad in everybody. B, you become a shill for corporate cronies. Or C, you end up wearing clip-on ties and tweed jackets as a public defender living in a one-room apartment over a Vietnamese restaurant."

"As I recall, we had this discussion before. You were going to find a way to cut through it all and chart your own course, even open your own firm eventually."

His eyes lit up.

"Yes, that was the plan. That
still is
the plan. That's what I'm going to do."

I leaned in and put my head on his muscular arm. His other hand found the small of my back and held me.

"You're a good man, Jake. The best. You're going to do it your way. The way it should be done. People will know you as a reformer. As somebody who really
does
look out for the people...
and
who makes a lot of money at the same time."

He took my hand and smiled. He turned, lifted my chin, and looked at me.

"You always make me feel right Meg. Not just better, but
right
. Everything in the world aligns into its proper place when you're around."

I don't know if it was the vodka or the passion of the moment but I lean forward and kiss him. He kisses me back.

Our tongues dance as I scoot forward on my knees and put my arms around his neck. He grabs me by my waist and pulls me into him.

I fall backwards and he moves on top of me. He kisses my neck. The heat from his breath and tongue trigger a spark that goes right to my pussy. My hips squirm.

Jake takes off my sweater, lifts off my shirt, and dives down to my belly with his tongue. He puts his arms behind me and lifts me up, licking my belly button. A line of energy triggers a flow down below.

Sensing this, he moves his face down further, rubbing my crotch over my jeans, grabbing and massaging my ass. After a few seconds of this, he undoes my jeans and rips them down to my ankles.

He apparently can't wait to get them off because he pushes his nose into my wet panties.

My hips move upward, pressing my now-hard clit into his face. I rub his hair.
Oh Jake, I've missed you so much
.

"I've missed you too," he said.

Shit, I guess I said that out loud.

He rips down my panties and laps my slit. I moan. If there's one thing at which Jake truly excels, it's pussy-eating.

I lose myself for a minute but then my eyes open wide and I freeze.
He's going to see the marks on my back and butt! Shit.

Technically, we're not together anymore but I don't want to explain how I got the marks.

"Jake," I say.

"Mm-hmm," he says, his upper lips lost in my lower ones.

"Can we turn the lights out?"

"Sure."

He gets up, moves over to the bedside lamp, and shuts it off.

"You want the TV off too?" he says.

"Yes," I say, not wanting to take any chances. Claude Rains, shocked that there is gambling going on at Rick's, disappears.

Jake resumes his meal of pussy. I respond. My hips buck into his face. I moan.

We continue like that for a few minutes, Jake's tongue doing amazing things inside me. I feel an orgasm building.

But I don't want to come this way. I want him inside me. I want my boyfriend Jake to make love to me.

I grab him by the ears and pull. He moves up my belly, pauses to lick my hard nipples, and stops at my mouth. Our tongues unite for a while as my hands find his cock.

I flip us over, rubbing my crotch over his erection. I dig my tongue into his neck as my hands explore his big frame. He's gotten a little soft since getting the job but he's still big and strong.

I move down his chest, pressing my tongue into that spot right below his chest bone. I feel his manhood between my breasts. I squeeze them together and move my body up and down.

I look up at him and smile. He smiles back. We pause for a moment, connecting on a deep level. He touches my hair.

With a devilish grin, I stick my tongue way out and trace lines down his stomach, teasing his slightly curved six-inch play toy.

I move down the sides of it, purposefully avoiding licking it. I know this drives him crazy. I see it throb as I lick down into the crevice to the right of his balls. I press my tongue hard in there.

"God!" he shouts.

I lick all around his balls, all the way over to the other side. I kiss them, taking them into my mouth. At the same time, I finally give his cock the touch it so craves with my right hand.

At the first contact of my skin to his, a gush of pre-cum launches. I use it to massage him lightly as I continue giving his balls some love.

Then I'm at the base of his shaft. God, I know this cock so well. It may not be the biggest or the straightest in the world but it got me off hundreds of times and it belongs to a good man... a truly
great
man.

I kiss and lick it all over, exploring its rock hard glory. Jake reaches down and strokes my hair.

Then I put my arms under his legs and pull him to the side of the bed. His legs fall to the floor. I scoot him to his right a little and press my hands into his back.

He takes the hint, sitting up so I can get a better sucking angle. I let his hardness flop all around my face, my hair, my neck.

I rub him with my hands while I press my tongue into his base and draw squiggles up each side to the tip.

"Mmmmm," he says.

Then his head is inside my mouth. I press the flat part of my tongue on his front sensitive part and just hold it there for a second. His hips move.

I sink my head forward, allowing him to fill my mouth completely.
Hello, old friend.

His tip reaches my left tonsil and barely touches the back of my throat. I close my lips and swirl my tongue all around the hot hard mass in my mouth.