by Selena Kitt
“You want to fuck me, baby?” she purred. “God, I’m so wet … did you see her sweet little tits?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he murmured. “I wanted to come all over them.”
Hearing his voice, I stepped back toward the door, peering through the crack. The bed was behind the door, at the opposite angle, but there was a large vanity table and mirror against the other wall, and I could see them reflected in it. Mrs. B was completely naked, kneeling over him. I saw her face, her breasts swinging as she took him into her mouth. His cock stood straight up in the air.
“She’s got beautiful tits, doesn’t she?” Mrs. B ran her tongue up and down the shaft.
“Yeah.” His hand moved in her hair, pressing her down onto his cock. “I want to see her little pussy so bad. God, she’s so beautiful.”
“Do you want to see me eat it?” She moved up onto him, still stroking his cock. “Do you want to watch me lick that sweet, shaved cunt?”
I pressed a cool palm to my flushed cheek, but my other hand rubbed the towel between my legs as I watched. I’d never heard anyone say that word out loud and it both shocked and excited me.
“Oh God, yeah!” He grabbed her tits as they swayed over him. I saw her riding him, and knew he must be inside of her. “I want inside her tight little cunt.”
I moved the towel aside and slipped my fingers between my lips.
He’s talking about me!
The thought made my whole body tingle, and my pussy felt on fire. Already slick and wet from my orgasm in the shower, my fingers slid easily through my slit.
“I want to fuck her while she eats your pussy.” He thrust up into her, his hands gripping her hips. Her breasts swayed as they rocked together. My eyes widened at the image he conjured, but Mrs. B moaned, moving faster on top of him.
“Yeah, baby!” She leaned over, her breasts dangling in his face. His hands went to them, his mouth sucking at her nipples, making her squeal and slam down against him even harder. “You want her on her hands and knees, her tight little ass in the air?”
He groaned, and I rubbed my clit even faster as he grabbed her and practically threw her off him onto the bed. She seemed to know what he wanted, because she got onto her hands and knees and he fucked her like that, from behind. The sound of them, flesh slapping against flesh, filled the room.
They were turned toward the mirror, but Mrs. B had her face buried in her arms, her ass lifted high in the air. Doc’s eyes looked down between their legs, like he was watching himself slide in and out of her.
“Fuck!” Mrs. B’s voice was muffled. “Oh fuck, Doc! Make me come!”
He grunted and drove into her harder. I watched her shudder and grab the covers in her fists. He didn’t stop, though—his hands grabbed her hips and he worked himself into her over and over. I felt weak-kneed and full of heat, my fingers rubbing my aching clit in fast little circles. Mrs. B’s orgasm had almost sent me right over the edge. I was very, very close.
“That tight nineteen-year-old cunt!” He shoved into her. “I want to taste her.” He slammed into her again. “Fuck her.” And again. “Make her come.” And again. “Make her scream until she can’t take anymore.”
I leaned my forehead against the doorjamb for support, trying to control how fast my breath was coming, how fast my climax was coming, but I couldn’t. I whimpered, watching him fuck her and knowing he was imagining me … me!
“Come here.” He pulled out and Mrs. B turned around like she knew what he wanted. “Swallow it.”
He knelt up on the bed as she pumped and sucked at his cock. I saw the first spurt land against her cheek, a thick white strand of cum, and then she covered the head with her mouth and swallowed, making soft mewing noises in her throat. I came then, too, shuddering and shivering against the doorframe, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
When I opened my eyes and came to my senses, Mrs. B was still on her hands and knees, focused between his legs—but Doc was looking right at me, his dark eyes on mine.
He saw me. For the second time today—he saw me.
My hand flew to my mouth and I stumbled back, fumbling for the doorknob behind me I knew was there. I finally found it, slipping into my room and shutting the door behind me. I leaned against it, my heart pounding, my pussy dripping, and wondered what I was going to do now.
Selena Kitt’s Other Works
NOVELS
A Baumgartner Reunion
Babysitting the Baumgartners
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Bluebeard’s Wife
Falling Down
Foreign Exchange
Heidi and the Kaiser
Letters to the Baumgartners
Naughty Bits (Revised)
Plaid Skirt Confessions
The Baumgartners Plus One
The Real Mother Goose
The Song of Orpheus
The Surrender of Persephone
The Sybian Club
Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)
Unfolding
SELENA KITT BOX SETS
The Baumgartner Box Set 1
The Baumgartner Box Set 2
Nolan Trilogy Box Set
UNDER MR. NOLAN’S BED TRILOGY
Temptation
Confession
Grace
SHORT NOVELS
Blind Date
Escaping Fate
Taken (FREEBIE)
ANTHOLOGIES
Back to the Garden (Revised)
Baumgartner Shorts
Confessions
EcoErotica
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales Volume 1
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales Volume 2
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: The Complete Collection
Quickies
Shivers
Taboo: The Collection
Tickled Pink
STORIES
A Baumgartner Christmas
A Different Angle
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Alice
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Beauty
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Bluebeard
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Briar Rose
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Goldilocks
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Gretel
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Rapunzel
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Red
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Wendy
A Twisted Bard’s Tale (FREEBIE)
Advent Calendar
Connections (FREEBIE)
Daddy’s Favorites:Anna
Daddy’s Favorites: Becca
Daddy’s Favorites: Clara
Daddy’s Favorites: Christa
Daddy’s Favorites: Darla
Daddy’s Favorites: Tina
Garden of Eden
Gingerbread Man
Girls Only: Moms’ Night Out
Girls Only: New Year’s Resolution
Girls Only: Pajama Party
Girls Only: Pool Party
Girls Only: Sybian Sorority
Girls Only: The Hairdresser
I’ll Be Your Superman
Lassoing the Moon
Lost Souls
Man of the House
Meet the Baumgartners
On Cherry Hill
Power Play: Emily and the Priest
Power Play: Ivy and the Cop
Power Play: Katie and the Dom
Power Play: Kelsey and the Executive
Pumpkin Eater
Sacred Spots
Second Chance
Shorn
Sibling Lust: In the Barn (FREEBIE)
Sibling Lust: In the Fold
Sibling Lust: On the Bus
Sibling Lust: Under the Stars
Starving Artist
Stay
The Dirty Show
The Flintstone Experiment
The Laundry Chute
The Ride
The Velvet Choker
AUDIO
A Baum
gartner Reunion
Advent Calendar
Alice (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Babysitting the Baumgartners
Back to the Garden (Revised)
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Baumgartner Shorts
Beauty (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Blind Date
Bluebeard’s Wife
Briar Rose (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Confessions
Daddy’s Favorites: Anna
Daddy’s Favorites: Becca
Daddy’s Favorites: Christa
Daddy’s Favorites: Clara
Daddy’s Favorites: Darla
Daddy’s Favorites: Tina
EcoErotica
Falling Down
Gretel (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Goldilocks (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Heidi and the Kaiser
Hunting Season (with Blake Crouch)
Letters to the Baumgartners
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales
Naughty Bits (Revised)
Plaid Skirt Confessions
Pumpkin Eater
Quickies
Rapunzel (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Red (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Shivers
Sibling Lust: Under the Stars
Taboo: The Collection
Taken
The Baumgartners Plus One
The Real Mother Goose
The Song of Orpheus
The Surrender of Persephone
The Sybian Club
The Velvet Choker
Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)
Unfolding
Wendy (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Audio Box Set (Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed)
Temptation
Confession
Coming Soon from Selena Kitt
Wolfmen (with J.A. Konrath, Blake Crouch and Stephen Leather)
Power Play: Bailey and the Professor
Power Play: Jodie and the Millionaire
Power Play: Donnie and the Maid
Girls Only: Girl Scout Trip
Girls Only: College Days
Girls Only: First Time
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Heidi and the Kaiser © 2010 by Selena Kitt
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Yield To Me
A Club Excelsior Novella
Sarah Castille
Published by Sarah Castille
Copyright © 2014 by Sarah Castille
Cover by Croco Designs
ISBN: 978-0-9938168-0-2
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This book was previously published in the New York Times Bestselling anthology, Unraveled, ISBN 9780991916 (no longer available for purchase), and now includes approximately 50% new content.
To Nana, and her secret love of romance
Chapter One
“You’re afraid of submission.”
Kneeling astride a grapple dummy in the corner of the fight ring, primed and ready to test a new submission move, Marcy Foster frowned at the dark-haired stranger squatting beside her.
“Do I know you?”
“Jax Stratham. Fight coach and consultant. I’m here for the next six weeks to help Club Excelsior’s fighters up their game. Didn’t Reid tell you I was starting today?”
“Maybe.” Reid Callaghan, the club’s owner, probably had told her, but she rarely paid attention to the politics at Seattle’s Club Excelsior. She was here to train, not socialize. Be the best damn MMA fighter possible. After disappointing her high-achieving family at every turn, she had finally found something she could do well, and if she won the Washington State Championship, she might be able to work up the nerve to tell them what she was doing with her life, possibly even make them proud.
“Maybe?” Jax frowned, the creases in his forehead doing nothing to mar his disturbingly handsome face, roughly chiseled to perfection. Seriously? What kind of fighter had a perfectly straight nose and not a single scar? And what was with the long hair? Thick and sable brown, just brushing the collar of his white Team Excelsior shirt, his hair invited touching … and pulling. There was a reason most fighters shaved their heads and why she French-braided her long brown hair before every fight.
Maybe he didn’t fight anymore. Maybe he was just what he said. A coach.
“I don’t need another coach.” She dropped over the grapple dummy, positioning her elbows on either side of the dummy’s head before she tucked her legs between the dummy’s thighs.
Disturbingly life-like and covered with synthetic leather, the dummy had anatomically correct human features and joints but was missing a face and a male essential that could have made her solo fight practice more entertaining. At five feet four inches tall and weighing fifty pounds, the dummy was the smallest one in the gym, but then Marcy was one of the smallest fighters. Men outnumbered women ten to one at Club Excelsior, and there were only a handful of women training in the lower weight classes with her.
“You’re part of the team. R
eid says the team needs a push. You get me.”
Marcy huffed and shifted position for an Ezekiel choke from inside the guard. “I’m four and oh by knockout in my last four fights. Doesn’t get better than that. Which means, I don’t need a push or a coach.”
Jax dropped to his knees on the mat beside her and folded his arms over his chest, causing his impressive biceps to flex into tight, rounded peaks, straining the sleeves of his T-shirt. Surrounded by muscle every night at the gym, Marcy wasn’t usually affected by the sight of yet another pair of pythons, but something about the way his muscles swelled against the hard planes of his chest sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
Or maybe it was the fact he couldn’t take a hint.
“Thanks for stopping by.” She dropped into the choke and turned her head away, waiting for him to leave. Instead, he leaned forward, so close she could feel his breath warm against her ear.
“I watched all your fights on DVD,” he said. “I’ve read all your interviews. I’ve been through Reid’s file. So far, you’ve been lucky. Not one of your opponents was strong on submission, but all it takes is one expert and you’ll be down for the count. If you freeze up every time someone puts you in submission, you’ll never have a shot at the state title.”
Marcy swallowed hard and pushed herself up, treating him to a cold glare. “I don’t freeze up.” At least not every time. Her words sounded unconvincing, even to her. Could he sense the fear that had niggled at the back of her mind since Reid had first identified her problem—the possibility that maybe she wasn’t cut out to be a fighter?
“Show me.” His quiet demand caught her off guard, and she shot another glance at him from beneath the curtain of her lashes. His eyes were a soft brown, his lips perfectly sculpted, and his jaw square. Broad shoulders tapered to a slim waist, accentuating long, muscular thighs and a mouth-watering six-pack. But it was his sheer, palpable presence that gave her pause.
No. Not presence. Power. Raw power.
Her stomach fluttered. For the first time, her natural instinct to rebel failed. He spoke with confidence, an absolute certainty she would comply. The tenor of his voice was such that she doubted anyone ever disobeyed him.
