Dani laid on her side in the dark and watched Jack sleep. The sun had gone down ages ago, and she knew she needed to get home to Brad before her fiancé grew suspicious. However, she hesitated, choosing to stay a bit longer and study Jack's sleeping form. Even though she knew she should go, she just couldn't leave her lover alone.
Only a light from the bathroom allowed her to partially view his body. He snored lightly as a CPAP machine sat unused on his nightstand. He looked adorable, Dani thought. The growling dominating lover had evaporated from his inert body now, but as Dani watched him sleep, it was impossible for her not to associate him from the rough pounding he'd just given her. Even peacefully sleeping, looking at him made Dani think of the most satisfying sex.
The thin beam of light illuminated his face and her fingers itched to caress it. His face was weathered from too much time in the sun, but not as bad as with other men his age, she thought.
His body, though, was still well put together. Sure, he sagged a little here and there, and maybe his belly was a bit too big. Even so, his skin everywhere else was good and his muscles still had the definition of a much younger man.
The thought of his muscles made Dani smile. He was so strong. Her eyes looked again at those arms, and she still tingled from the way he held her down and fucked her deep into that loveseat and later, the bed. Nobody had ever manhandled her like Jack did.
After they'd fucked for a third time, another rough one where she'd cum multiple times, he'd passed out. If this had been any other lover, that might have been the wrong thing to do. Dani loved cuddling after sex and on more than one occasion she'd given Brad a hard time for just rolling over and going to sleep after he'd cum. But she figured old Jack had earned his rest after that performance.
She suspected that she would never judge Jack as she did other men. Sex God Jack was a different breed. She just felt differently around him. She wanted to do what she could to keep him happy, to keep him happy with her. The normal instincts she had to assert control over her situation were gone. She wanted him to be happy and in charge. She had never played the submissive lover before and didn't think there was anyone else she'd do it for, even now.
Dani thought it was funny how the R-Dor, or at least Jack's behavior under its influence, had seemingly affected her behavior as well. When she was with him, she was insatiable. She wondered if Onyx had studied that phenomenon.
She wondered if, after the rollout, there'd be a lot more women, everyone from girl bosses to uptight feminists, who spent their mornings barefoot in the kitchen, sore from the night before and thinking about ways they could please their man.
But as images of women all over the country wearing sheer negligees cooking eggs for their conquering lovers came into her head, Dani also began to wonder if Jack's apparent switch to a more aggressive behavior was normal or an anomaly.
She'd read all of the reports about the drug and while the increased sexual performance was ever-present, there'd been nothing describing the sort of change in personality she'd seen from Jack. Dani couldn't help but wonder, was it a side effect of the drug or just something dark within Jack that she was bringing out.
She picked up her phone, noted the time of 1:15 a.m. and saw a whole bunch of texts and calls from Brad. She sent him a quick text of reassurance and then one to Marvin.
Dani: Sorry to bother you on a weekend. Are you still up? I had a question about R-Dor. Did you see any behavioral change side effects during the trials -- like aggressive behavior?
She didn't expect an answer right away, but one came anyway.
Marvin: You mean physical or violent? No, of course not. That would have been a show stopper.
Dani: No. I mean like aggressive behavior ... in the bedroom. Like from men who never were rough before?
Marvin: There was some reporting of a slight change in behavior, but in less than 1% of the cases, and it was minor. Did you experience that with your boyfriend? Because we'd be interested in knowing that.
Dani: As you said, minor. Could the condition be exacerbated in the event of an overdose?
Marvin: What do you mean overdose? Did a doctor take more than should be prescribed? That seems strange.
Dani: It's just a question, Marvin. Hypothetical. You must have tested what happens if someone took a little too much.
Marvin: Oh, sure. We studied R-Dor at different/higher increments and noted no significant improvement in either effectiveness or side effects.
Dani: OK, thanks.
She put the phone down, and got out of bed. She snuck into the bathroom and started looking through Jack's medicine cabinet, but couldn't find the bottle. How much R-Dor had he taken today?
She looked in the mirror and saw just how disheveled getting fucked like that had made her. Her hair was a mess, although in kind of a cute way Dani thought, and her makeup was smeared in all directions. As she dampened a towel to clean her face, she smiled at the memory of how it all came to pass. Dani knew that on some level she should be ashamed of herself for what she'd just done, cheating on Brad yet again, but she just couldn't be. It just felt too good.
Dani loved every second of what had happened here tonight. Being a slut for Jack made her feel more complete than anything in her life -- more than work, more than Brad, more than all the rest of her life put together.
She decided to get dressed and go home but remembered Jack had destroyed all of the clothes she'd worn on the way over. She thought about waking him up to ask if he had something she could borrow but decided to let him sleep. In part, Dani knew if he woke up and wanted to fuck her again, she'd just have said yes. She knew there would be no explaining that to Brad if she stumbled in the next morning.
So, leaving him asleep, she looked through his closet and found a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants to put on. Her new outfit was warm and comfortable and smelled of Jack. She got dressed, grabbed her purse, kissed him lovingly on the forehead and left.
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Brad couldn't help but feel that everything around him was slightly off-kilter. Everyone in his life, seemingly, was acting strangely. First Dani had gone out with her friends for half the night without telling him where she was going. That was completely unlike her, and he'd worried half the night. He only fell asleep when he'd gotten her text letting him know where she was.
When he was awakened later as she slid into bed with him, he felt such relief. He didn't know what he would have done if something bad happened to her. Then she'd been stand-offish and evasive when he'd asked her about it the next day, eventually chiding him for supposedly not letting her have fun on her own.
Apparently, there were some parts of her life that she wanted separate from him. She said she was a grown-ass woman and didn't need to account for every minute away from him. He thought she might have been just a tad unreasonable about it. Brad knew Dani had friends and a social life, but she'd never been reluctant to talk to him about what happened on a girl's night before.
Dani had also turned him down for sex twice in the last week. She had never done that before. The one time they did have sex, she'd seemed disinterested and just laid there as he'd gotten on top. Afterwards, he felt more than a bit humiliated as he watched her finish herself off with her vibrator yet again, her eyes closed and biting her lip to keep from screaming. It was still hot to see, Brad thought, but unusual all the same.
Then, on top of weirdness between him and Dani, Dr. Jack took a day off work. Dr. Jack never took a day off. He was a man proud of his work ethic and determined never to let patients down. Brad had always thought of him as the kind of man who would come to work with a bullet in his chest. He'd only taken a few days off, Brad remembered, when his wife had passed away.
Brad saw other differences in Dr. Jack's behavior. He was putting in the bare minimum time at work which was completely un-Jack like. He was also less social than usual, closing himself off in his office during lunch. At first, Brad figured that the change might have just been Jack's age finally catching up with him, but Jack didn't seem tired, anything but. He seemed to have more pep in his step.
Brad wondered if this all started with the R-Dor incident. Ever since that stupid
conference, Jack had definitely changed.
Brad started looking at those studies again to see if he could find anything that might account for changes in Jack's persona.
