The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  She looked around the dimly lit room. The only light came from a small night light in the connected bathroom. Maybe if she could tie herself to the bed, she could create that feeling of heightened need only the bondage would provide.

  She groaned. How the hell was she going to do that to herself? She worried she was ruined to all vanilla sex now that she’d seen what else was out there.

  She wanted what that woman had experienced, and she wanted it now.

  Katy stood, smoothed her lingerie over her body and padded out of the room.

  The main area was dark. Rafe had also gone to his own room. Was he sleeping yet?

  Katy eased the door open and found him sitting on the bed, a book in his hand, a small light illuminating the pages.

  He smiled at her and set the book aside. “Can’t sleep?”

  “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep again, actually.” She hesitated at the door, unsure what to say.

  Rafe waited, putting the ball in her court and forcing her to admit defeat.

  “I want what that woman had last night. I need to come so badly I can’t think straight.”

  He watched her for a second. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Just yes?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She straightened to her full height and lowered her gaze as he’d commanded last night. She assumed that was a standard position in his world. She’d do anything. She needed release so bad. “I’ll do whatever you want. Make me feel like I did last night. Make me feel what that woman felt at her master’s hand.”

  “We can’t go backward. I need you to be sure. Once we cross this line, it can’t be uncrossed. It changes you. It changes us.”

  “I know, Sir.”

  “Come over here.” Rafe swung his legs from the bed and stood. He wore only boxers.

  She didn’t look at him directly, but she could see that much from the top of her vision. She obeyed, shuffling toward him. Her entire body shook, but she was determined to see this through. Already her pussy was wetter than it had been at her own hand minutes ago.

  “Kneel on the floor.”

  Katy lowered herself to the ground.

  “Put your hands behind your back and clasp them.”

  She awkwardly followed his instructions.

  “Good.” He circled her, unnerving her entirely the way he scrutinized her stance. “Pull your shoulders back farther.” He set his hands on her biceps and helped her achieve the desired position. “This is the first position of submission. I call it ‘kneel.’ You’ll do this any time I request it. If we agree to make this arrangement more permanent, you’ll spend a lot of time naked in this position.”

  Tremors wracked her body as he spoke.

  “I like this.” He thumbed the spaghetti straps of her nightie. “But I prefer naked most of the time.” He lowered himself and grasped the material at her thighs.

  As he eased it slowly up her body, she lifted her arms to allow him to remove the skimpy fabric. She’d wanted to be naked with him for weeks, and now she was. Naked and completely at his mercy. She lowered her arms back to the position at the small of her back.

  “Keep your shoulders back so your breasts lift,” he ordered. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

  Katy sucked in a quick breath. He was serious.

  Suddenly he stepped in front of her and lifted both breasts with his hands. “So sexy. I’ve been dying to see them.” He thumbed her nipples. “Ah. Beautiful. I love how they respond to my touch.” He pinched them, shocking her.

  She flinched.

  “Stay still, baby.”

  She tried, but her trembling increased. And she squirmed when she felt wetness trickle down her leg.

  “Spread your knees wider.”

  She walked them apart several more inches.

  “Always keep them about shoulder width apart. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you want me to continue?”

  “Yes, Sir.” More than anything in the world.

  He grazed his hands across her shoulders and up to her chin. He lifted her face. “You can still back out. It’s never too late. I’d be disappointed and harder than hell, but I would never force you to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

  She nodded in his grip.

  “This isn’t a game for me. It’s a way of life. I promise I will make you feel things you’ve only dreamed, but I won’t go backward after we’ve had sex. I can’t.”

  “Please.” She heard the pleading in her voice. An ached grew in the pit of her stomach as though her body were also begging for the release he promised.

  “You won’t want to go back to vanilla after I’ve taken you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He released her face and circled behind her. “What about that scene made you so horny last night? Tell me the details.”

  Oh God. Is he kidding? Katy licked her lips.

  “Go ahead.” He came back around front and leaned casually against the bed, crossing his legs nonchalantly in front of him as though they were in a business negotiation.

  In a sense they were. She was demanding sex, and Rafe was bargaining for the best deal.

  “I first noticed how she was, um, secured.”

  “So the fact that she was restrained made you hot.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “What else?”

  “The blindfold, Sir. It must be arousing not knowing what he’s going to do.” She swallowed. “Every touch made me flinch at the same time she did.”

  “So blindfolds are something you’re willing to explore, as well as restraints.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was so soft, she could barely hear herself.

  “Tell me more.”

  “I almost came when he whispered into her ear. Whatever he said must have been tremendously sexy.”

  “And what do you imagine he said?”

  She thought for a second.

  “Come on. I know you’ve dreamed up several responses.”

  “Yes, Sir. I assume he whispered something about how he was going to make her come.”

  “I bet he did.” Rafe chuckled. “Is that what you want me to do?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Rafe stood, making her hold as still as she could. “I’m going to do all of that to you…and more. But first I need to fuck you hard and fast. Do you understand?”

  She nodded.

  “I’ve lusted after you for weeks. I can’t enjoy you the way I want to until I’ve gotten that out of the way.”

  “Okay.”

  “Just okay?” He chuckled again.

  “No. Please, Sir. Please…fuck me.” She trembled. Her nipples reached forward. Her pussy clenched as she uttered that crude word. And she wanted him to do as he’d said. Nothing else would work for her right now.

  “Climb onto the bed and get on all fours in the middle, Katy.”

  She lifted herself, wobbling with every move. Would he think she was perverted when he realized how wet she was? She did as he said, crawling to the center of the bed and putting her weight on her knees and hands. She spread her legs.

  “God, you’re sexy, baby.” Rafe took his time. He opened the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a condom.

  She watched out of her corner of her vision, wondering when he’d made himself so at home. Had he expected this?

  “I have a few questions.” He slipped out of his boxers as he spoke. “I need to know you will obey me. I know this is new to you and difficult to wrap your mind around, but even when you’re uncomfortable with what I request, I need you to follow my directions.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice squeaked. She’d do anything for him. She knew it in her soul already. He made her heart beat, her palms sweat, her mind swim. And that was all before she knew what he could do with his commands. “I will do my best to learn your ways and submit to you.”

  “
Very articulate. Thank you.” Rafe climbed onto the bed and situated himself behind her. He spread her legs farther, and she heard the rip of the condom package a moment before he must have slipped the rubber on. She hadn’t been granted a good view of his cock yet. But she knew she would get her fill later.

  “I’m not going to insist that you not come this first time. I know you wouldn’t be able to follow through. But in the future, be aware that your orgasms belong to me. You don’t come unless I say so. You don’t touch yourself unless I direct it. You don’t masturbate in the shower or in bed or anywhere else.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Please, God. Make him stop talking and fuck me already. She was so close to coming without him touching her, she could understand better the attraction to this lifestyle already.

  “You aren’t to speak while I fuck you this first time. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  After so much talking, she was almost shocked when Rafe finally gripped her hips and thrust into her without warning.

  Katy came the second he entered, her elbows giving out and causing her to lower her head to the bed. Her breath knocked out of her as she pulsed around his thick length. He remained steady inside her for several moments while she lost her vision to the most intense orgasm of her life.

  When her pulses slowed, Rafe withdrew almost completely and then thrust back inside. He fucked her fast and hard as he’d promised.

  And she loved it. He felt so goddamn perfect inside her. She stretched farther than with any man she’d ever been with. He was thick.

  Katy held steady while Rafe gripped her hips tighter. It didn’t take him long before he came, holding himself deep inside her and groaning through his own orgasm. After long moments, Rafe eased out of her. He removed the condom, wrapped it in a tissue, and collapsed onto the bed at her side, drawing her back against his chest.

  He smoothed her hair from her face and rained kisses across her temple. “Holy, shit, baby. That was so hot.”

  “Yes. It was.” There was no denying the chemistry between them. She started shaking again, unable to keep her body still.

  Rafe held her closer, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

  “It was intense.” Her teeth chattered as she spoke.

  “I know.” He stroked down her arm and wrapped his hand around both of hers at her belly. “I’m in awe of you.” He set his lips on her neck and held them there.

  “So tired…”

  “Sleep, baby.” He released her for a second to reach down and pull the comforter over them. “I’ll be right here. Rest.”

  It took several minutes for her body to relax and stop shivering. It seemed as though her pussy was still pulsing, or perhaps mourning his loss. She wanted more. But she couldn’t stay awake any longer to experience it tonight.

  Finally, she succumbed. The last thing she knew was Rafe’s warm breath on her shoulders and his arms tight around her.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Katy was having a fantastic dream. Rafe was finally in her bed, and he was raining kisses along her collar bone. She could feel the weight of him hovering over her body. She wanted to run her hands over his shoulders, explore the contours of his muscles.

  But when she lifted her arms to do so, she couldn’t move. She was too heavy. She squirmed as his lips landed on her neck. Why couldn’t she lift her arms?

  A chuckle seeped into her consciousness and she opened her eyes, startled. It was dark. Was it still night?

  “You’re awake.” His voice was low, deep, sultry. And he nibbled a path between her breasts.

  Katy twisted her head to see him, but it was too dark. She licked her dry lips.

  When he flicked his tongue over her nipple she jerked. In her mind she intended to grab his head with her hands and encourage him to continue. But her hands didn’t cooperate, and suddenly she realized they were secured above her head.

  “Ah, you caught on.” He tapped her mouth. “Breathe, baby.”

  Her chest pounded as adrenaline increased.

  “I restrained you…like the submissive you watched at the club. And you’re blindfolded.”

  She swallowed. Could she do this?

  All her blood rushed to her pussy. She could feel the pulse of it between her legs. In less than a second she became fully alert and aroused.

  Rafe trailed a finger down her side, making her flinch. “You’re so fucking sexy. I knew you would be. I’ve certainly seen most of you traipsing around me trying to lure me into your web.” He sat up, spreading her legs wide as he seemed to kneel between them.

  Katy sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and held it.

  “I love this.” Rafe tapped her lower lips. “Have you always shaved? Or did you start after we met? Is it for me?”

  She couldn’t make her mouth form words, so she remained still. How could she tell him the truth to that question? In reality, she’d always kept herself well-groomed, but in the last few weeks, she’d removed all the hair. She hadn’t done it so much for his benefit, but rather to increase her sensitivity as she fantasized about making love to him.

  Rafe chuckled again. He stroked a finger between her labia, spreading them. When her moisture hit the open air, she moaned.

  “So wet…” He dragged his index finger through her arousal and flicked it across her clit.

  She bucked her hips upward.

  “So responsive. I’m going to enjoy making your body sing.” He set his free hand on her belly and held her down. “Stay still.”

  Katy held her breath as he explored her leisurely, outlining her sex and dipping one finger inside her.

  “And tight. When was the last time you had sex, Katy?”

  She didn’t answer that question either. Her mind was scrambled. And besides, his requests seemed rhetorical.

  He removed his finger, leaving her wanting.

  “I have a few ground rules.”

  Business? Now? She gripped her pussy, needing him to keep touching her and stop talking.

  “I love that you’re holding your tongue and generally will insist that you not speak unless I ask you a question. But you might notice I’ve asked you a few questions.

  “I’m going to cut you some slack this morning. This is all new to you. But I want you to concentrate and respond appropriately when I speak to you.

  “When you address me, it will be with ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir.’ Do you understand?”

  She opened her mouth, hoping her voice would work. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. You don’t have laryngitis. For now, your safe word is red. Say it.”

  “Red.”

  “If I do anything that you can’t tolerate, use it. If I get close to pushing the limit, you’re allowed to say yellow.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He set his hands on her waist.

  “Now answer my questions. When was the last time you had sex before me?”

  “Over a year, Sir.” She blushed, feeling the heat cross her chest. So intimate.

  “Good. And tell me when you shaved this pussy?”

  He lifted one hand from her waist and dragged a finger through her sex with more pressure than before.

  “Last week, Sir.”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  She wondered if he was smiling.

  “I like it. Keep doing it. So smooth.” He teased her mercilessly with that finger, not touching her anywhere she really needed the contact.

  “Have you ever been this aroused?”

  She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  “So the allure of dominance and submission is getting through to you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to make you much hornier before I let you reach orgasm. And you aren’t to come until I give you permission. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She doubted she could follow that rule and wondered what the repercussions were. The idea brought a renewed flood of need to her pussy.

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bsp; Rafe stopped talking and tapped her nipples.

  Katy bucked her chest. Her breasts felt heavy and tight. Larger than usual.

  “Stop squirming. Hold still.” He withdrew his touch until she relaxed her body against the bed.

  “Good girl.” This time he pinched both nipples at once.

  Katy moaned. She dug her heels into the mattress to keep from lifting her chest.

  When he twisted the offended buds, a squeak left her lips.

  “You like that.” It wasn’t a question.

  Katy felt like an instrument he was playing. In a way she was.

  Rafe cupped both globes with his hands and squeezed, molding them, learning them while his thumbs brushed over the tips. “How do you usually masturbate?”

  His question took her by surprise. So personal.

  She swallowed for the tenth time.

  “You have to be open and honest with me. I know I’m stretching your comfort zone, but I need to know what gets you off as I learn your body. Honesty is the most important part of D/s. If you lie to me, I will know. And besides, you won’t get the results you desire.”

  “I use a vibrator, Sir.”

  “Do you have more than one?”

  “Yes.” How embarrassing. She’d never told anyone that. Well, Jenna might know. But not any men. Vibrators were something she used exclusively alone when she needed the release and wasn’t dating anyone. Until this moment she’d considered them quite sufficient, which was probably why it had been a while since she’d dated.

  “Can you get yourself off with your fingers?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was barely audible. She squeezed her eyes shut under the blindfold.

  “Do you usually orgasm with clitoral stimulation or G-spot?”

  Holy fuck. This was intense. “Clitoral, Sir.”

  Rafe lifted his hands from her breasts and lowered them. He pulled the hood off her clit and tapped the organ of discussion. Whatever kind of sex she’d had in the past was now ruined. If Rafe broke up with her, she’d never find another man who could make her feel the way he did.

  God almighty, she wanted him to press on her clit. Anything, but the gentle contact he was currently torturing her with.

  “Have you ever had a G-spot orgasm?”