by Fuchs, Jamie
I stood up and walked over to him, my nipples pressing against the thin fabric of my top. Just as I tried straddling him, he stood up and threw me tumbling back onto my bed.
“Like I said,” he said as he walked over to me, tossing his shirt to the side. “I call the shots.”
Josh jumped onto my bed and crawled up to my face. He stuffed my mouth with his cock and held my head in place as he began moving in and out of my lips. My heart thudded against my chest as my core heated up. He used me as his own personal little fuck toy as I laid there, getting off on his utter dominance.
I reached down between my legs again and began rubbing my clit furiously. Moans spilled out of my mouth and were gagged by his cock.
“Is that what you want?” he growled before pulling his dick out so that I could answer, but I couldn’t take it any longer. I sprung up and caught him off balance, knocking him onto his back. Then I climbed on top of him and filled my tight pussy with his hard cock.
I let out a satisfied moan, finally getting what I needed as I came down on his hips. “No, this is what I want,” I said as I began bouncing up and down on him. I placed my palms on his strong chest to hold myself up. It was my turn to use him for pleasure.
Josh began groaning with me as he slid one hand down his chest. He went all the way down his abs until he had two fingers on each side of his cock. When I came down on him again, the pleasure doubled as my clit rubbed against his knuckles.
In no time, I could feel the pressure building in my little nub as I looked down at him. His face taut with pleasure, it was clear that he was getting as much from this as I was. He groaned as I rode him, eagerly trying to milk out his cum. His eyes rolled back in his head just before he shut them and his body began to tense. I picked up the pace, desperate to make him blow.
He shot out spurt after spurt of his warm mess into my tight cunt, filling me as I continued to please him. I could tell he was done when his body shook uncontrollably, but I didn’t stop. I still needed my own release.
Josh’s groans intensified as I rode his sensitive dick as long as he would let me, still using his knuckle to edge myself closer and closer to my own climax. Just a few more thrusts and I’d be–
“Oh, Josh,” I moaned as I collapsed down on him, losing control of my motions. I desperately tried to slide my pussy up and down his cock, but it was no use. The waves crashed over me and I became a squirming mess on top of him. I shoved my mouth against his neck, doing my best to muffle my sounds of pleasure so that nobody would hear us.
When I was finally finished, I panted heavily on top of him. He ran a hand up and down my back and through my hair, comforting me in a way that I never expected from a guy like him.
Josh kissed my neck before rolling me over and pulling out. “I should go.” He put on his clothes as I watched, his cum beginning to drip down to my ass.
“Throw me the Kleenex,” I said, pointing to my desk across the room.
He grabbed the box and tossed it to me before climbing out the window into the darkness.
Chapter 9
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Tonight at 8, the underground, be there, read the message from Josh.
Still on house arrest, remember? I replied.
It’s my last fight. Be there.
Your last fight?
Josh never responded to my last text. What did he mean, his last fight? Was he planning to skip town already? He hadn’t even visited home! Did he just not care about us anymore?
I sent him another message: Well?
Of course, he didn’t respond to that one either, and it was already nearly eight o’clock. If I wanted to find out what was up, I’d have to go find out myself. I put on a jacket and snuck out the front door.
My dad’s vehicle wasn’t in the garage, which was weird. He was usually at home by this time. I decided to call a cab just in case he came home to see my car gone. I had to cover my tracks if I was going to be out while on house arrest.
When I got to The Underground, it was completely packed. I could barely navigate through the crowd to get to the back room, where I assumed I’d find Josh again. This time, though, I didn’t have Mary to let me in. I’d have to improvise.
As I was filtering through the suits and ties, I froze in place as my eyes locked on a man. It was my dad, holding a glass of scotch on the rocks and talking with some other rich guy.
I looked at my watch. It was nearly eight o’clock. Josh would be up there fighting soon. Surely, dad would recognize his stepson. I had to warn Josh that he was here.
Continuing to the back hallway, I was once again confronted by the bouncers. “Name?”
“Mary Williams,” I lied, praying that it would work.
The two beefy men stepped out of the way, and I was relieved that they let me pass. If they hadn’t, I’d likely have a lot of explaining to do tonight.
Josh was in the same room as before, having a friendly chat before the match. I ran up to him and pulled him aside.
“Dale is here,” I whispered.
“What? Yeah, right.” Josh replied. “He’d never come to a place like this.”
“I’m not kidding! He’s out there waiting for the match to begin. If he sees you…”
“It’s too late for that. I have to fight,” Josh said firmly.
“But he’s going to recognize you.”
“No, he’s not. You’re going to get him out of here for me.”
“What?! But I’m on house arrest!”
“Sounds like that should make things easier for you, then,” he replied confidently.
“Why would I blow my cover for you?”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, leaning in next to my ear and tickling me with his warm breath. “I promise.”
“Ugh. It better be damn well worth it,” I said as I spun on my heel and stormed out.
I marched down the hallway and back into the crowd to find my dad. It couldn’t be obvious that I wanted to be found, I had to let him catch me. He would know something was up if I marched right up to him and said hi.
Walking back and forth through the suits in his line of vision, I slowly made my way closer to him until he saw me. I stopped and turned my back to him, pretending to look at the ring where Josh would soon be fighting.
“And just what do you think you’re doing here?” my dad asked as he rested a hand on my shoulder.
I turned around and paused for a moment, pretending that I didn’t see him. “Oh, Dad…”
“Oh, Dad is right. I’m taking you home right now,” he said as he grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the friend he was talking to. “I have to take my daughter home. We’ll catch up another time.”
I felt so embarrassed. All eyes were on us as he treated me like a five-year-old in front of a whole crowd of people. Josh better have had one hell of a way to make this up to me, although I was beginning to think that no reward was worth that kind of embarrassment. I avoided eye contact with anyone as he dragged me out to his car.
“Just what the hell do you think you were doing in a place like that?” he asked when we both had shut our doors.
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” I replied, staring out the window.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Oh, really? And my reason for being there is yours? Dad, I’m not your little girl anymore. You can’t just drag me out of places like that for no reason. I have as much right to be there as you do.”
He went quiet for a moment, and the silence was deafening. He let out a sigh and I felt the mood lighten up a bit in the car before I turned to look at him.
“You know what, maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s time I let you grow up. You’re definitely not my little girl anymore,” he said with an even heavier sigh. “Go. I’ll meet you at home.”
“Really?” I asked, unsure of what spurred this sudden change of mind.
“Really.”
I paused for a moment to let it sink in before I opened the door and st
epped out. “This isn’t some kind of trick, is it?”
“No, go on. I’ll see you at home.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I said before shutting the door and making my way back to The Underground.
That was completely unexpected. My father had never acted like that toward me before. Maybe something good had come of that whole situation, after all. I just hoped he wouldn’t change his mind in a few hours.
I ran back inside, hoping to be in time for the fight. I still didn’t like violence, but it was completely different with Josh up there putting his life on the line. I needed to know if he would be able to walk out of the ring this time.
When I stepped back inside, the ref was just introducing Josh’s opponent. “In the blue corner, The Underground’s most decorated fighter and the man you’re all out here to see, Jeff Cook!”
The crowd roared even louder than it had for Chet the last time I had been here. I swallowed the lump in my throat and weaved through the horde of strangers until I was next to the ring.
“And in the red corner, the newcomer with only losses under his belt, Josh Steele!”
Josh jumped from his chair and stomped around the ring, once again trying to pump up the crowd. A few people clapped and cheered for him this time at least, including myself. When Josh circled around to my side, he gave me a wink before turning to his opponent.
The two of them readied up and the bell rang, signalling the start of the match. They stepped back into fighting positions and the urge to close my eyes tried to control me, but I refused. I needed to watch this.
The fight began the same as the last, with the two fighters circling around trying to win a staring competition of some sort. Finally, Jeff stepped forward and threw a hard punch at Josh’s face, but he effortlessly dodged. Josh smiled.
They continued circling around, each of them still trying to pick out the other’s weakness. My heart pounded as the crowd around me roared.
Josh stepped forward and took a jab, followed by another, and finally a swing from his other arm, which caught Jeff off guard.
Jeff reeled back against the edge of the ring and Josh came quickly after. He knocked Jeff to the ground and the ref had to step in to make sure he was okay. Josh walked around the ring with his hands in the air once again and was greeted with boos.
The ref waited until Jeff was back on his feet before starting the fight again. Jeff bounced on the balls of his feet and the crowd cheered for him.
Josh wasn’t wasting any time. In a fury of fists and blocks, he was backing Jeff into a corner before getting him with a shot to the gut and then the face. Jeff fell to the ground, clearly unconscious. Josh raised his fists into the air and stared out over the crowd. Everyone around me was groaning with disappointment as they ripped up their lost bets and threw them on the ground.
I was relieved that I didn’t have to see him get his ass kicked again. Running around to his side of the ring, I caught up to him just before he entered the back hallway.
“Josh!”
Chapter 10
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“She’s with me,” he said to the bouncers before proceeding down the hall. I followed. “See, that’s usually how my fights go.”
Josh unlocked a door and entered into a room that I never would have expected to find in the back of a place like this. The inside looked like some kind of secret billionaire’s chamber. On the left was a counter covered in delicious smelling food, a fridge, and a small kitchen. On the right was a bathroom full of glass and marble.
But the main attraction was the luxurious king-sized bed against the far wall. It had high pillars on each post draped with silk curtains.
“Well, this is unexpected,” I said as Josh shut the door and locked it behind us.
“It’s the winner’s room,” Josh began. “Usually, the bed is lined with five or six beautiful girls ready to do my bidding, but this time I had something else in mind.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“This time, you’re going to do my bidding.”
I laughed at him and walked over to the food. Picking up an apple, I turned around and took a big, rebellious bite out of it as I stared at him from across the room. “You turned down multiple hot girls under the presumption that I would be your bitch? You really didn’t get any smarter.”
On the outside, I tried to act tough. Inside, I was completely flattered and a bit turned on.
“You’re going to be more than just my bitch, Tess,” he said as he stalked toward me. Once in reach, he placed one index finger under my chin and lifted my eyes to his. Our little game of cat and mouse had my pussy dripping already. “There will be no more disobedience.”
“Or else?”
“Just pray that you don’t have to find out,” Josh replied as he lifted me off my feet. My apple fell to the floor and Josh carried me over to the side of the bed before placing me on my feet. “Your winner would like a massage to help his muscles relax. There’s some coconut oil in the top drawer.”
Without hesitation, he stepped out of his shorts and laid down on the bed face-first, completely naked. I decided that I’d go along with his little game, especially if it meant I’d get to run my fingers down those sexy, ink-covered muscles.
I stripped and reached into the top drawer and found the oil. Straddling him, I coated his back and began to give him a relaxing massage.
But my mind was quick to wander. There was no way I could handle just giving him a massage. Everything we had done up to now was strictly sex, and my body was already conditioned to expect it whenever we were in the same room. If there was one thing I knew how to get out of a man, it was this.
I reached for the oil at my side and began drizzling it down my body. Once I was coated, I slowly lowered myself down onto him, pressing my breasts against his back. I used my soft body to massage him as I ran my hands up and down his sides. Our slick skin slid against one another’s effortlessly as the need between my legs increased.
I craved his cock. If he wasn’t going to give it to me, I was going to take it. When I tugged at his side, Josh got the hint and flipped over. I grabbed the coconut oil once again and let it drip all over his chest and cock before moving in for a seductive kiss.
As I slid my body all over his, I could feel Josh’s cock pulsing against my stomach and mound. It took all of my willpower not to slide up and back down to take him in. But I knew it would be so much better if I made him lose control and take me.
Josh satisfied me with the sound of a quiet groan escaping from his lips. He wrapped his arms around my body and ran his hands up and down my back. Then he moved them down to my ass, taking each of my cheeks into his firm grip. I moaned into his ear as he kneaded firmly.
He pulled his right hand back before bringing it back down on my ass. Slap! The immediate sting made me gasp.
“I see you like it rough,” Josh murmured before the sting of a slap bit into my other ass cheek.
I decided to show him exactly how I liked it. Nudging his head to the side, I completely exposed his neck to me. I kissed him gently a couple times to tease more groans from him before I surprised him with a firm bite.
That was it for him. With a snarl, it seemed like all of his strength disappeared underneath me for a moment. That was when he threw me off. That was when I caught the look of a wild man in his eyes before he flipped me over and pulled me to my knees, his cock only inches behind me.
My pussy was begging to be fucked, and it had earned its prize. I knew what that look meant; Josh was losing control, and he was going to use my body as long as he needed to.
My breathing was heated and deep as I eagerly awaited his wrath. Grabbing my hips, Josh pulled all my weight back against him and around his thick dick. He filled me to the brim just as he always had and I screamed with delight. The slapping sound of my ass hitting his hips echoed through the room.
I cried out, utterly helpless as Josh threw my body back and forth, using me as hi
s own personal fuck toy.
He ran one of his hands from my hip to my mound and finally graced my clit. He doubled my pleasure as he began rubbing me as he pounded me from behind. I could feel my arms becoming weak as the ecstasy took over. Not a conscious thought was going through my mind, only complete bliss.
“Cum for me, you whore,” Josh growled.
In a few moments, I wouldn’t have had much of a choice, but being told to do it made things so much hotter. The heat boiled inside of me, ready to explode.
His fingers pressed a little harder, making it even more impossible to refuse. I could feel my body start to shake and tense. My elbows gave out and I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. Josh didn’t let up. His cock and fingers were determined to force the orgasm from me.
