Helen embraced him as soon as she opened the door. "Oh, I missed you so much!" she whispered in his ear, then kissed his neck tenderly. He placed his hand on the back of her head, cradling her to him. "Me too. I'm so, so sorry. I promise, I'll never do that again." He pulled away from her to look her in the eyes. "I'll never get drunk like that again. It was completely irresponsible; it was wrong of me." She smiled happily and pulled him into her bedroom.
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Nikola rubbed his temples, trying to rid himself of the headache he'd developed since halving his wine consumption. Staring at the Praxian symbols before him he found that he'd been reading the same paragraph over and over for the last, what, twenty minutes? He growled in frustration and paced around the lab. Henry studiously ignored him as he picked up random bits of machinery, fiddled with them, then threw them back on Henry's workbench. "Why are we doing this again?" he whined at the young hap. "This is pointless make-work and we both know it. What happened to that force field thing anyhow? Even that was better than this!"
Henry sighed and spun around in his chair to face him. "Will wants us to finish the translation program. You know that. It's not even hard for you-" "That's exactly the problem!" Tesla interrupted him and threw his hands in the air. "It's so easy and boring it's hard to pay attention." Henry rolled his eyes and spun his chair back around. "Uh huh. I'm going back to work now."
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Nikola swam thirty three laps instead of his customary twenty seven, pushing himself through the heaviness in his limbs, the shakiness of his breath; pushing himself through his exhaustion and frustration. The pool as usual was unoccupied at five in the morning. But what he usually found peaceful he now found anxiety producing.
The changing room mirror was lit from above, creating a harsh reflection of his sallow, angular form. Whipcord muscles stood out in sharp relief over long, thin bones. His painfully slender thighs were brutally exposed by the speedo he wore. No point in trying to cover up his flaws. It was just his body, meant to be conquered and controlled. Not a thing of beauty. Never that. That was what clothes were for, artfully cut and draped, creating the illusion of an elegant form, mere stylish slimness, not this ugly sinew.
He stripped off his bathing suit, glancing at his flaccid penis. Helen couldn't remember any other penis but this one, he mused. Before, out of curiosity, he had asked about John, about James, about the others whom she refused to name. They were bigger she said, but what did that matter? She liked that he was on the small side. It suited him she said. Sometimes she had liked to humiliate him over it as she punished him for some new infraction. Impudence was his middle name back then, but now...now he was as restrained and responsible as any good Victorian gentleman could be. No more frustrating the fiery and always formidable Helen Magnus. This new Helen, what did she think of him? What did she want to do with this little dick, eager to be with the body that it loved so well?
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He asked her as they lay next to each other on their bed, "Do you think I am good looking?" It was a shamefaced whisper directed at the pillow he was staring at instead of her bright blue eyes. Her hand brushed his hair away from his face so gently. A little finger traced the wrinkles at the corner of his eye. "You're beautiful. Like a pine tree, swept by the ocean wind." A smile broke out on his narrow face and he laughed, "What a poet you are." She smacked him lightly and pulled his face to hers for a kiss. They smiled into each other's eyes. "Do you think I'm too skinny?" he whispered.
"No, you're perfect. But it's true that if you lost any weight you'd look half dead. And I need you alive!" She rolled over him and poked him in his bony ribs, making his squirm under her and suppress laughter. "Cut it out! You know I'm not ticklish!" he gasped out. "Oh, then why are you laughing?" She stilled on top of him, loving the warmth of his skin on hers. With a moan she slid down his body and took his soft, damp penis in her mouth. Uncomfortable hovering over his hips she rolled on her side and pulled him along with her, then started gently suckling on the delicious flesh, enjoying the leftover taste of their earlier lovemaking. The soft little bit of flesh felt so comfortable in her mouth, she just let herself enjoy the soothing sensation of being so intimate with her darling man.
Nikola felt so warm inside as his beloved Helen nursed on his soft penis so contentedly. It was so peaceful he felt a little regret as he inevitably felt it begin to swell and grow in her rhythmically sucking mouth. He shivered as she moaned around the expanding flesh. Ah, he was filling her mouth. Eventually he felt her pull off his dick a little bit to keep him from growing right down her throat. He moaned at the pulling sensation. It seemed to pull right down deep into his balls. "Helen, can you take it down your throat? Please, it was so warm all the way inside." In response she tried again and again to press his erection further down her throat, pulling off over and over again to breathe in between her efforts. He moaned at such exquisite exertions. It was wonderfully leisurely to just lie there on his side and let her try and train herself to take him fully, feeling her slide him in, in, in. Tasting him so fully, savoring the feel of him in her mouth, down her throat.
"Ah, oh Helen..." he panted softly as the sweetest orgasm washed over him. Her throat massaged his shaft as it jerked and spilled hot, white seed deep into her. She sucked gently as she pulled off of his throbbing flesh, swallowing his essence slowly, moaning with such an expression of pleasure on her face, her eyes closed with a serene bliss. "Oh darling." He pulled her up to him and kissed her lips, kissed her face, kissed her soft neck. "You are heaven on earth," he whispered in her ear, "I'll never let you go."
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The follow up appointment with Dr. Newman seemed to be going well. He told her that the only bad effects he was feeling was some shakiness, probably due to anxiety, headache, a bit of irritability, difficulty focusing and fatigue. But, this was not insurmountable in any way in his opinion. Especially, with the comfort his wife was giving him each day. She was wonderful, it was true.
"You do seem happy despite this period of adjustment. Are exercise and meditating helping you deal with the stress?" He just smiled lazily at her. "Oh, I'm getting plenty of exercise." He sighed dreamily, "Helen is doing so well. She's happy with me again." Dr. Newman couldn't help but smirk at his lovestruck air. "Yes, it would seem so..." she murmured. "Well, since you're so relaxed, let's talk about the hard stuff then. How many calories would you say you eat in a day?" Nikola scoffed softly, "I'm sure I have no idea. I have coffee and toast in the morning, Helen brings me a sandwich for lunch, then I eat dinner with everyone in the evening. Seems normal to me." "What's the biggest meal for you?" "Hmm, lunch I suppose. That sandwich is really something. Helen is really taking care of me, the sweet girl."
Dr. Newman arched a brow at this new way of referring to his wife. "Are you feeling any pressure at work, in your marriage?" He waved her off breezily, "No, quite the opposite. It's easy peasy at work. Boring really. Makes a man restless. But Helen's doing a great job relaxing me, and I've increased the number of laps I swim, so I think I'm doing fine." Dr. Newman decided to pull out the big guns and handed him a chart. "You're six two and weigh a hundred and forty nine pounds. That's underweight and you know it. Do you know what the health consequences are? Malnutrition, osteoporosis, the inability to fight off infections-" Mr. Tesla huffed annoyed, "Yes, yes, I know. It's not a concern. I eat a variety of foods, even get enough cholesterol. I like butter. I like pies made with lard. Come on, I'm not anorexic. I have a high metabolism, live an active life, get full fast, that's all. I'm fine."
Dr. Newman frowned and inhaled audibly, "I've been doing a bit of research about your religion-" Nikola burst out laughing, "My religion?! Would that be bringing about the singularity or what?" She talked over him, "The religion you were raised in. Your father-" Mr. Tesla leaned back in his seat, the grin wiped right off his face. "I'd really rather not talk about that." "I'm aware," she said, "and that's exactly why I did my research. Is it true that you were encouraged to fast from meat, fish, dairy and oil twice a week?" Nikola sighed, "That was just normal. My father fasted and so the whole family fasted. It has nothing to do with how I eat now. I don't even observe that anymore." Dr. Newman nodded, "So, when you were a boy and you wanted to impress your parents you decided to stop eating sweets, is that right?" Mr. Tesla simply nodded a troubled look in his eyes.
"Did it work?" Nikola shook his head, confused, "What do you mean?" She swallowed and asked gently, "Did you succeed in impressing them with your self-control, your sacrifices?" He shook his head again. "And so, then what did you do?" He was silent for a long moment then finally murmured, "I ate less." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "I ate as little as my mother let me get away with." "And how about that? Did that work?" He blinked rapidly and shook his head again. Dr. Newman looked down for a moment, then finally asked, "Then why did you keep doing it?" He just stared at her, unwilling or unable to answer her question. "Did you think it would make you closer to God? Maybe make you a better person? I understand that some people believe that fasting can accomplish that. Were you one of them?" After several moments of silence, he nodded then said in a small voice, "It does. It does make you a better person. But I don't expect you to understand that. So, I think we're at an impasse."
Dr. Newman nodded slowly. "I want to thank you for being honest with me. Even if we never see eye to eye, I appreciate the respect you're showing me by telling me how you really feel. Thank you." She took a moment to breathe, then said, "You should tell your wife this. Talk to her about what you believe. It's important. I think I've done all I can for you at the moment. Of course, we can continue meeting if you like, but any real progress will likely come about because of your relationship with your wife. I'll let Dr. Zimmerman know that I consider you mentally healthy."
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"It's hard to believe it but he was actually nicer before he stopped drinking. Or even tempered I guess, for him? Yeah. So, he's climbing the walls now. Finished the translation program pretty much on his own in the last two days." Henry sighed tiredly and ran his hand though his hair. "Anyway, what's next? Back to work on the force field I guess?" Will shook his head, "Yeah, that's fine for in your spare time, but what we really need at the moment is better cybersecurity." Henry frowned, "Uh, Tesla's not much help with computers, you know that. I mean, he's not incapable, but it's not his strength. He needs something to keep him occupied, seriously." Will scoffed, "Well, tell him to invent something. He's an adult, let him fill his own time."
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Nikola hopped onto the treadmill and turned it on. He walked briskly as he typed. At least there was enough in the budget to order this damn treadmill desk. It was the only thing that was keeping him from smashing the keyboard in frustration. Would this tedious shit never end? At least he could work on other things in his mind at the same time. Unfortunately, his invention fantasies would usually dead end due to a lack of some critical material or part. It was very frustrating. He was muttering curses to himself as Henry walked into the room.
"Heinrich! Do you have any idea how boring this is? I don't understand how you're able to do this day in and day out without losing it!" Henry sighed and sat at his desk. "Yeah, yeah, my job's boring. Whatever." Nikola turned around so he was walking backwards and continued on his rant. "No, seriously. This has to be the most tedious-" Henry groaned loudly, "Come on man, I'm trying to work here. If you want to talk make it not complaints, okay?" Nikola paused for a second, then continued. "Ok, I'll try, but what happened to the force field device? I think we almost had it perfected and now we're spinning our wheels doing this bullshit. What is the so-called boss even thinking? It's almost like it's deliberate harassment."
Henry shook his head as he typed. "I think Will's having trouble adjusting to being in charge and he's being too cautious, but try to be patient with him. He needs some time to get used to Magnus not being there for him." Tesla jumped off the treadmill abruptly and snapped defensively, "Leave her out of this! And he's been working under her forever, so why all the fuss? Can't he do the job he was trained for?" Henry threw up his hands and yelled, "Fuck if I know?! Why are you asking me? I'm just trying to make sure we don't get hacked or traced, so you know, we can go on hiding from every major government and criminal organization on Earth! Jesus, why can't we just get this over with without me having to play middleman between you and Will?"
Tesla scoffed, "You think this is what it's like hiding from the world? Amateurs." He hopped nimbly back on the moving treadmill. "Looks like I'll have to play the part of the company drone for a while yet."
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"This is nice, isn't it? Let's eat alone more often." Helen nodded, smiling gently at him in the candle light. "In fact, I was thinking, couldn't we make a suite just for us, with a little kitchen and everything? It would be so much more private, don't you think?" Helen tilted her head cutely, "I-I hadn't thought of that. Is that what you'd like?" Nikola smiled and took her hand across the table. "Yes, I'd really like that. I want to be closer to you, spend more time together."
Helen frowned, "What would we do? I can't help you with your work..." she trailed off shamefacedly. "No, don't think of that. We, we can, um, play billiards!" She laughed. "What? We don't even have a billiards table!" "We can buy one. And we'll practice every day until you're a pro. Then we'll go undercover to some dive bars and play for money!" They laughed together for a while then Helen asked, "Do you really want to spend more time with me?" Nikola nodded eagerly, "Yes, I need to."
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Helen sat awkwardly across from her erstwhile protege. "Informing you is just a courtesy of course, though it would be helpful if you could recruit the laborers for me." Dr. Zimmerman furrowed his brow, looking concerned. "Why have you decided to remodel? Is there...some kind of problem?" She laughed nervously, "What do you mean? I just, I think it would be nice to have more privacy." The psychologist probed, "Is it you that wants more privacy or is it your husband?" Her face closed down, "That's none of your business."
Will shook his head, looking sheepish. "Of course not. I'm just concerned about you is all. Not that long ago you asked me and Henry to keep him away from you until he finished therapy, and now, well, it has only been a few weeks and suddenly you want separate quarters from the rest of us. You have to admit, it's a bit strange. What could it hurt to put it off for a while? Nikola could probably use an adjustment period while he works on sobriety and renovating can be so stressful."
She felt unsure of herself once she considered his words. "I, I don't think it would be harmful. He's awfully restless...the change would probably do him good, give him something to work on." She nodded as though agreeing with herself. "I want to get started. It's something we can do together as a couple. It'll be fun." Will sighed, realizing she was determined, and after all, it was her Sanctuary and her money. "Alright. I'll hire the workers right away. Will you need an architect?" "No, no. We're already designing the layout and all that. Just get a carpenter and a plumber. Nikola said he can handle the rest."
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"Here's where the billiards room will be, and this will be the guest room. I thought you'd like to pick out the wallpaper for that. I made a little dressing area for you between our bedroom and the bath. Did you think about what kind of tile you wanted yet? No? Ok, we'll take a look at samples later. Oh, and I put the toilet in it's own little room. That's almost done already." Nikola was a flurry of activity, orchestrating the building of their little suite. It was chaotic in the extreme, walls coming down then going up again in different formations, holes with wires running through them that Nikola expertly manipulated and attached to the most charming fixtures, including some art deco wall sconces he had handblown himself.
The kitchen was already finished, complete with the sleek induction cooktop Nikola had insisted on. For a man that didn't cook he certainly had a strong opinion on the merits of cooking with electromagnetic induction. She found all the stainless steel counter tops a bit cold but knowing her husband's obsession with hygiene the choice was unsurprising. They had agreed not to cook in the kitchen until the whole suite was finished, but used the table to look at plans together.
"You want hardwood floors, right? You know how I can't stand carpet." He said distractedly while flipping through a sample book. She grabbed his hand, pulled it up to her lips and kissed it. "Darling, let's take a break now. I'm getting tired." He glanced up at her, then smiled broadly. "Of course! There's not much more that can be done today anyway. Let's go to bed!" She grinned delighted as he jumped to his feet and pulled her after him saying, "Come on! I've been looking forward to this all day!"
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Helen giggled madly as her husband seemed to run his hands over every inch of her in seconds. "What are you doing?!" He had thrown himself on top of her, rubbing his lean body over hers obscenely. "You're acting like an excited dog! Down boy!" she squealed as he squeezed her buttocks. "Oh my God, don't poke me there!" He laughed uproariously at her outrage, then stilled on top of her. "Would you mind?" he asked vaguely, a lazy smile on his face. Taken aback, Helen shook her head. "I thought you would think it is too dirty. You're so obsessed with germs..." He blushed and said bashfully, "It's strangely hot, the idea of..." He put his head next to hers and whispered in her ear, "being inside your ass. Is it very tight? What would it feel like...?"
Helen felt her pussy starting to throb. She had never...what would it feel like she wondered. "Should I go wash?" she whispered in her husband's ear. He turned to her surprised. "You'd really...? Okay, yeah." He got off her, letting her make her way to the bathroom, watching her naked body avidly and stroking his cock.
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Helen came out of the bathroom to the sight of her husband, head thrown back on the pillow, hair sticking every which way, hand gripping his cock and roughly stroking it, the foreskin pulling back and exposing the red glans over and over again. The ache in her loins grew, the throbbing in her pussy turning into a gushing wetness. "Nikola. How do you want me?" His gray-blue eyes opened and focused on her, sweeping over her lush breasts down to her hips. "Come sit on my face first. I want to taste you." She got gingerly on the bed, then carefully placed her knees on either side of her husband's head. "Yes, face that way," he muttered as he held her thighs and positioned her over his face.
"Now suck me," he whispered just before he started licking her dripping wet cunt, hungrily swallowing her juices. She whimpered and rocked her hips over him, then leaned forward to press her face into his crotch. The scent of his arousal shot through her brain and straight to her loins. "Oh God, you smell so good..." she moaned then licked and sucked softly on his loose balls, feeling them gently filling her mouth. Her husband moaned into her wet pussy, enjoying the luscious feeling. With a firm swipe of his tongue he broke free from her swollen sex, "Take my cock now. I want to feel your throat around me as I make you come."
Helen moaned at his confidence in his ability to make her orgasm then eagerly took him as deeply as she could. Her head bobbed up and down over his hips as he reached between her legs and thrust a finger into her sopping wet hole. She squealed and rode his finger for all she was worth, forcing him to add another to try and appease her. Breaking away from his cock, she moaned, "Oh God! Please more!" He smacked her bum lightly with his free hand and paused in his licking to say, "Get back to work or you'll get nothing." She groaned and resigned herself to thrusting her face onto his cock again and again, making herself take his hard length as deep as possible.
He sucked on her clitoris as he stuffed his fingers into her, making her thighs clench and her throat vibrate around his dick with her muffled cries of passion. She whined in protest when he pulled his fingers out of her hot pussy then began circling her tight little anus. Breaking away from his tongue tiring work he asked, "May I?" She slid wetly off his cock, "Yes, do it! I want it!" He smiled and went back to roughly sucking her clit, then pushed a finger into her tight hole, savoring the way her body jumped and she whimpered. She stilled over him, struggling not to tense at the burning invasion into her tenderest, most private spot.
The finger, wet from her pussy, slid deeper into her hot ass, hurting her and at the same time arousing her ever more. The sense of violation and subjugation made her feel strangely hot and yet sick. Another finger pressed firmly at the edges of her anus, forcing its way into her body, thrusting into her, opening her wider and wider, preparing her for a larger invasion. She put her husband's cock in her mouth, pulling his hips with her hands, encouraging him to thrust them up into her receptive throat. He got the hint and began using her completely, fucking her face while exploring the tender channel of her asshole and ruthlessly sucking her sore clit. Finally, with a cry she spasmed around his thrusting fingers and cock, utterly undone by such thorough skewering.
She pulled her mouth wetly off his still rock-hard dick and lay panting on a lean thigh, until he rolled her off him onto the bed. He grabbed the pillows and positioned them under her hips, pushing her face down into the soft bed. She let him position her limp body and waited to be fucked. "God, you're so sexy. Do you still want me in there? Do want me to split your ass open with this hard cock?" She moaned and spread her legs, bracing herself against the bed. "Please, take me. I want to be yours..." she muttered deliriously, her pussy hot and heavy with need and anticipation.
Her husband bent down and shocking her utterly, licked her asshole messily, wetting the abused little hole thoroughly. He spit on his hand, slicking his dick a bit then began pressing it into her tight anus. The burning violation made her see stars as she involuntarily squirmed away from the blunt head of his invading cock. He rocked his hips against her, pressing her hard against the pillows rhythmically, forcing her to rub her swollen clit against them, as he gradually worked his way into her anus. She moaned as the defilement continued, her body caught between the pleasure assaulting her clit and the burning pain of the hard cock sinking deeper and deeper into her bowels. "Oh God! You're fucking me so deep..." she groaned, rotating her hips, rubbing her pussy in little circles on the pillow beneath her, leaving a soggy wet patch on it.
As the rigid cock started to gently fuck her, the burning of it pushing in and pulling out combined with the throbbing wetness of her aching pussy, turning into an ecstasy of painful pleasure. She felt the intense intimacy of the act, her husband using her asshole, opening it up to this disgusting yet thrilling sensation. She had never been so wet. Thrust after thrust seemed to pound into her ass, the burning giving way to the most glorious feeling of being utterly filled. She pushed her hungry hole back into his thrusts, encouraging him to claim her deeper and harder. He moaned rapturously, loving her passionate acceptance of his ruthless thrusts. Hovering over her sweet upturned ass, he grabbed her waist and thrust rapidly into her, watching her body underneath him shake and shudder as she took his dick. Sensing he was close, she whined, "Fill my ass with your cum. I want to be filled by you completely." With a grunt he thrust deeper than ever and emptied his balls into her, staring transfixed as she wriggled and clenched around him.
He took a shaky breath, then, aware that she was right on the edge, he leaned over her shivering body to whisper in her ear. She whimpered as his still firm cock jostled her tender insides. "You make quite the little 'tom,' taking it up the ass like a boy whore. Are you enjoying being ruined like this?" He pressed his hips against her ass and ground her into the pillows, grabbing her by the back of the neck and pushing her face into the mattress. His dirty words seared into her mind, forcing her to register the reality of her position, fucked open, pinned underneath the menacing strength of her husband. She screamed and thrashed under him, kicking as her orgasm overtook her with a painful intensity. "Yes, you love it. Love it!" he growled and continued to hump her, pulling the last dregs of her orgasm out of her, until she finally begged him to stop, overwhelmed by the sensation.
He lifted himself off of her limp, fucked out body, then cautiously hovered over her. She was sobbing softly into the bed, leaving the sheets soggy with her tears. He pulled her damp hair off of her red face and leaned over to kiss her wet cheek. "Are you okay?" he whispered, concerned that she was genuinely traumatized by his harsh words and rough treatment of her body. "I-I didn't mean-I love you darling. Don't cry..." He got off her entirely and tentatively rolled her over so he could see her face fully. She covered her eyes with her hands, seeming ashamed. "Sweetness? Please, did I go too far? I'm sorry," he whispered, trying to take her hands in his and make her look at him. "Please look at me." Finally, she let him pull her hands away from her face and her cornflower blue eyes looked into his. She gulped, "Am I really a 'tom' to you? I'm not-I shouldn't-I don't want you to look down on me as a dirty sl-" "No, no, no! I was just saying that to make you cum, that's all. I'd never, never, actually treat you that way. I know you're faithful. I just meant, you could be, um, just my..." he laughed nervously, "ah, never mind. You're my wife, not a plaything. I won't say things like that to you again if you don't like it." Helen sniffled and nodded, then got a thoughtful look on her face.
"Why-why did I enjoy it? I feel embarrassed that it made me..." she flushed, looking extremely humiliated. Nikola cleared his throat and pressed his legs together, uncomfortably aware of his dick twitching at the sight of her shame. "Uh, well, sometimes people like to pretend to be mean. It's like when I give you a spanking. The point of it isn't to actually punish or hurt you. It's just a little stimulation, a little pain to heighten your feelings, so that when the pleasure comes it's more intense." Helen considered his words for a moment then visibly relaxed. "Oh, I see. When you said those things, it wasn't that you meant them. It was just to make me..." He nodded eagerly, then cupped her cheek in his hand, wiping away her tears. "It was just play. Not serious. I love you so much." He kissed her softly then pressed his forehead to hers. "You were beautiful. So hot. Like a goddess." She smiled tenderly and whispered in reply, "And you were a god."
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Nikola slammed the laptop shut and crowed, "Another project completed! And good riddance to bad rubbish. Now can we finally get back to some interesting engineering?" Henry smiled back at Tesla. "Yeah! Finally, let's perfect this shit! High five?" Nikola scoffed and rolled his eyes then slapped his hand anyway. "Alright, where is that electromagnetic arc generator?" The giggled together like two schoolboys as they got out their tools.
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