The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  “I don’t think so, Sir.”

  He didn’t respond. She imagined him tallying up the challenges and more moisture leaked from her to run between her lower cheeks.

  “I’m going to taste you now. You aren’t allowed to come,” he reminded her. He slipped down between her legs and held her thighs with both hands, pressing her open farther. Before she could wrap her mind around his words, his mouth landed on her pussy, and he licked a line from her slit to her clit.

  Ohmygod.

  He repeated the action and she strained to lift her hips. But his grip was firm. He set his chin on her public bone and spoke again. “In the future, I’ll expect you to hold still on your own, but I know you can’t be expected to do that this morning. So I’m going to help you.” He flexed his fingers, reminding her of his hold on her splayed thighs.

  There was a pause. Was she supposed to respond? “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Rafe sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked the little nub with his tongue.

  Katy gritted her teeth. She wouldn’t be able to keep from coming. It felt so fucking fantastic. No man had ever gone down on her with such intensity. Rafe applied exactly the right amount of pressure. Or maybe the way her body was restrained with her arms over her head and her eyes covered heightened the experience that much.

  He released her and she gasped. “Do you need to come?”

  “God. Please, Sir.”

  “I’m going to consent, but only because I know I’m asking the impossible. The second time you come will be more forceful.” He sucked her clit back into his mouth and pressed his tongue against the nub, the pressure pushing her over the edge.

  Her clit pulsed against his mouth as she moaned her release. It wasn’t enough. He’d told her it wouldn’t be. She came down fast and immediately craved more.

  Rafe circled his tongue around the hood and then released. “What do you say?”

  Heat rose on her cheeks. “Thank you, Sir.” That little act of respect he insisted on made her arousal rise anew. The intensity of his domination sent butterflies to her belly.

  Rafe sat back upright and traced his fingers around her areolas while she caught her breath. “Such perfect little points. Have you ever considered piercing them?”

  She shook her head. “No, Sir. I couldn’t.”

  He chuckled. “Duly noted.” He pinched them both again, making them stiffer.

  “Did I frighten you?”

  “A little. Yes, Sir.”

  “I want you to know that I would never do anything you didn’t consent to. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She exhaled in relief.

  “A submissive must know her place and behave with respect and reverence toward her Dom, but a Dom must know her limits and respect those with at least as much control as she maintains.”

  Katy nodded. She wished she could see his face. No way in hell would she ask for that concession.

  Rafe released her nipples and leaned over her to the left. He rustled around. Good. Maybe he was grabbing a condom. When he sat back up, she was rewarded with the sound of foil ripping. “I’m going to fuck you hard again. That’s not the way I will always take you, but like you, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex. And last night only whetted my appetite for your sexy body. I need to be inside you.”

  “Please, Sir.”

  Once again her pulse beat in her pussy. She gripped the channel, wondering how she could be that aroused again so soon after the orgasm he’d granted her.

  Rafe lay over her with his entire body. He kissed her lips, surprising her with the intimacy. He hadn’t done that while having sex with her yet.

  Shocking her again, he yanked the blindfold off her face and landed with his elbow on both sides of her head, pinning her gaze to his.

  Katy blinked, stunned by the amount of light in the room. She’d envisioned a dim environment and felt a new rise of embarrassment when she squinted up at him, knowing he’d seen all of her features so thoroughly.

  “Eyes on me, Katy,” he commanded. His fingers wove into her hair, pinning her. His cock nestled against her entrance, but didn’t push forward.

  He lowered his lips to hers and claimed a kiss, entering her with his tongue and stroking the inside of her mouth across the roof.

  She shivered at the contact. He never lost her gaze. “You okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He released her mouth. “You want me to fuck you now?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  Rafe thrust into her, holding her gaze and her head in place. He watched her with an intensity she’d never seen as he thrust over and over, reaching deeper with each effort. His chest rubbed against her nipples, heightening her sensitivity.

  Katy’s eyes fluttered, unaccustomed to the light and such scrutiny.

  “Look at me, baby.” He stroked her head with his fingers. “I want to see you come.”

  She was so close.

  Rafe seemed to have unlimited stamina. He continued his rhythm, angling his hips in various ways as he watched her face. When his pelvis hit her clit, she gasped. He did it again. And again.

  “Come.”

  Katy shattered. That one word was all it took. She obeyed him so easily. The force of her orgasm took her breath away. Her mouth fell open as her pussy gripped Rafe’s cock and milked it. The waves kept coming until her vision blurred. And still he thrust into her. Finally, he stopped, his cock seemingly one with her body as he came deep inside her.

  He set his forehead against hers and held his breath as he came.

  When he was finally spent, he didn’t move. He breathed so close to her mouth, they shared the same air. And then he kissed her lips. “You’re amazing,” he whispered against her mouth.

  She smiled as he eased out of her and reached above her head to release her wrists. She heard the sound of Velcro ripping. It was the first time she’d considered how she was attached to the headboard.

  Rafe lifted to sitting again between her legs and brought her arms to her belly, rubbing her wrists with both hands. “You okay?” His brow was furrowed as he stared at her hands.

  “Yes, Sir.” She glanced down. Her wrists were pink.

  “You struggled too much. Don’t do that next time. I don’t want you hurt.”

  “Okay.”

  “Stay,” he commanded as he lifted from between her legs and climbed off the bed.

  Every word he directed to her made her heart flutter. Was she as submissive as he said? How had she never known this about herself?

  Rafe returned a minute later. Katy got her first full-bodied look at him. And he took her breath.

  His cock bobbed in front of him, still firm and tight. In fact, his entire body could be described as firm and tight. She would never get enough of his chest. His thighs were huge. And every time he turned around she saw that dragon across his back, one with his body as though he were born with the tattoo in place. She licked her lips, subconsciously.

  Rafe grinned as he lifted a wash cloth and began to wipe between her legs. “Don’t look at me like that unless you plan to make good use of that sexy mouth of yours.”

  Katy flushed again and flung an arm over her eyes. She groaned. “Are you always so blunt?”

  “Yep.” He continued wiping between her legs with the warm damp cloth. Her insecurity about the way he took care of her rose as he worked, and she moved to draw her legs together.

  Rafe chuckled. “I’ve seen everything now. You don’t need to hide. You have no secrets.”

  Still. She couldn’t help herself.

  “I ordered breakfast again. I assumed after the way you devoured yesterdays you might be a fan of early morning food.”

  “What time is it?” She lifted her arm and squinted into the bright room.

  “Nine.”

  “Wow. I slept hard.”

  “You did. And I loved watching you sleep.”

  “You watched me sleep?” She lifted onto her elbows and peered at
him.

  “When I wasn’t sleeping myself, yes.” He smiled again and then slapped her thigh playfully. “Come on. Get up. I’m starving. Somebody gave me an appetite.”

  He made no move to grab shorts or any clothing at all as he waltzed out the door.

  Katy reluctantly lifted from the bed and padded after him. She glanced around, looking for her nightie, but found nothing.

  “Sit.” Rafe pointed at a chair by the small hotel table and took the one next to her.

  Katy crossed her arms over her chest, overtly covering her breasts.

  Rafe shook his head. “Don’t. I like to look at you.” He grabbed a wrist and tugged. “Your breasts are lovely.” He tapped a nipple. He did that a lot. It made her jump in her seat. That’s probably why he did it. “I like my submissives naked.”

  “All the time?”

  “Whenever it’s convenient, yes.” He stuffed a large bite of croissant in his mouth and chewed.

  Katy glanced down at the food, wondering how she would swallow while sitting naked next to this hunk of man.

  “Eat, baby. You’re going to need your energy for later.”

  She lifted her gaze to his. And then she remembered it was Sunday. “Shit. Jenna.” She scooted her chair back and started to stand. “I forgot to let her know where I was.”

  Rafe stopped her with a hand on her thigh. Surely he wouldn’t keep her from calling her friend. “I texted her for you.”

  She froze. “You did?” She couldn’t decide whether to feel violated or relieved.

  “Yes. You were dead asleep. I easily found her name in your contacts and told her you couldn’t make it this morning and you would call her later.”

  “You pretended to be me?” She gripped the table.

  “Well, yes. It was either that or cause her to ask a long litany of questions that I assumed you would rather address in your own words. I wasn’t sure what you wanted her to know, about the break in, I mean.”

  Katy paused. It was harmless. He’d not done anything inconsiderate. She scooted back in. “Thank you. I think…”

  He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Eat.”

  As soon as Katy took the first bite, her appetite made its presence known. She dug into the pile of fruit and pastries Rafe had ordered immediately.

  The second she finished, her phone rang. “That’ll be Jenna.” She rolled her eyes. “I can’t wait to read the text you sent her.”

  Rafe grabbed her phone from across the table and handed it to her. “I’ll give you some privacy.” He stood, picked up his coffee, and stepped from the room while she answered.

  “Jenna.”

  “Girl. What the hell? You send me a cryptic text at seven-thirty in the morning telling me you can’t make it today and then you don’t respond to my text.”

  “Yeah. Sorry about that. I didn’t actually send you the text.”

  “Who did? Oh. My. God. Rafe? Are you with him now? Is he in the room?” Jenna’s voice grew excited as she fired questions.

  “He left the room. Yes, I’m with him. I was sound asleep this morning when he sent you that text.”

  “How thoughtful of him. I can’t believe he remembered your social calendar so thoroughly.”

  Katy chuckled. “Yeah. That’s Rafe. Super thoughtful.”

  “Are you at your place or his,” Jenna whispered.

  “You don’t have to lower your voice, goofball. And neither.” She took a deep breath. “That guy who is stalking me trashed his place last night. We’re at a hotel.”

  “No,” Jenna screamed. “Katy that’s serious.”

  “I know. That’s why we’re at a hotel.”

  “What are the police saying?”

  “They’re working on it, but he’s elusive.”

  “Well, keep me posted. I’m worried about you.”

  “I know. Frankly I’m worried about me too. Rafe is…very protective though. Nothing’s going to happen to me on his watch.” Protective seemed like a good way to describe him. No way in hell was Katy going to try to explain to Jenna about any of Rafe’s other characteristics. Her friend would think she’d lost her mind if she told her she’d been watching MMA and attending fetish clubs.

  “Call me this week.”

  “I will. Thanks, Jenna.” Katy hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair. Now what?

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rafe wandered back out to the main room when he stopped hearing Katy’s voice. “Everything okay?” He kneaded her shoulders.

  Katy glanced down. “Yeah. I need clothes.”

  “Nah. Highly overrated. Let’s take a shower.”

  She lifted one eyebrow as she tipped her head back to stare up at him. “Will you wash my back for me?”

  “Baby, I’ll wash way more than your back.” He leaned over and kissed her from that awkward upside down position. “You taste like orange juice.”

  She smiled. Every time she did, he melted a little more. She stood and he nodded toward his room of the suite. “Go turn the water on. I’ll be right there.” He watched her ass sway as she walked away. I’m in so much trouble.

  He’d only sent her out so he could gather his brain cells back into his head. A few deep breaths and he was right behind her.

  Katy was stepping under the spray when he arrived. He followed her into the tight enclosure. “I don’t think they intended for this to be used by two people.”

  “No. But I’m not going to complain.” He wrapped his hands around her from behind and threaded his fingers under her breasts. “I need you again.” He did. He couldn’t believe how fast his cock had gotten hard. Although it had never fully deflated after taking her in the bed this morning.

  “You’re like a randy teenager.” She twisted in his arms to face him, so close her nipples brushed against his chest.

  “Complaining?”

  “No.” She kissed his chest and then reached out with her tongue and licked through the lines of water streaming down his pecs.

  When she flicked over his nipple, he flinched. “Naughty girl.”

  She grinned up at him. “I thought naughty was exactly the objective.”

  He smirked. “Get on your knees, woman.” His voice was teasing. But her stomach fluttered at his demand nevertheless.

  And she obeyed.

  “Hands behind your back.”

  She pouted up at him, her lower lip sticking out. “Can’t I explore a bit first?”

  “Not this time.” He narrowed his gaze. “Are you questioning me?”

  “Yes, Sir. I haven’t been granted the same level of inspection as you.”

  “That’s because you’re the submissive, and I’m the Dom. That’s how it works, baby.” He twisted his hand in her hair and tugged her head back farther. The water sluiced down her back, drops landing on her forehead at that angle.

  She gulped.

  “Never fear. You will always get what you want and what you need. But I’ll decide when and where and how. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She tucked her hands behind her back and lowered her face when he released her head. He kept his hand in her hair though and guided her toward his cock.

  The first thing she did was flick the head with her tongue. And then she drew her tongue back through the slit slowly. She hummed, which nearly brought Rafe to his own knees. His legs threatened to buckle, and that was before she wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked him into her mouth.

  Rafe released her head, somewhat afraid he wouldn’t be able to control his urge to press her more firmly against him. She needed to do this at her pace. He’d never been the kind of guy to jam his cock into a woman’s open mouth. That could lead to disaster.

  Katy sucked him into her mouth again and swirled her tongue around the shaft.

  Rafe had no choice but to brace himself. He leaned both hands on the wall behind her head and tipped forward. The angle afforded her better access and kept him from collapsing embarrassingly in the shower. It had been so long since he’d receiv
ed a blow job. He’d forgotten how powerful it could be. And Katy was an expert. She seemed to know what he needed and where to apply pressure.

  Before he could stop her, she’d pulled him past the point of return and was swallowing as he shot down her throat. He gripped the wall with his fingers as he came, focusing his gaze on the top of her head and the way she leaned into him.

  Her arms remained behind her back the entire time. He was once again humbled by her submissiveness.

  When she finished, she licked his cock from the base to the tip.

  “Baby, that was fantastic. I didn’t mean for you to feel pressured into swallowing though.”

  “I didn’t. I wanted to.” She licked her lips as she gazed up at him, still kneeling on the floor with her hands behind her back. He liked her knees farther apart, but that couldn’t be helped in the shower.

  He helped her stand and then took her mouth in a thorough kiss, leaning forward until she was planted against the wall behind her and the water from the shower sprayed over their heads.

  Rafe had to force himself to stop and grab the shampoo. They engaged in an interesting dance of sorts, washing each other and themselves.

  He couldn’t keep his hands off her slick skin, paying close attention to her breasts until she finally batted his hands away and grabbed his wrists. “Stop that. I can’t think when you do that.”

  “That’s the idea, baby.” He wiggled free of her useless clutches and cupped both breasts in his hands. “I love touching you. Everywhere.”

  “I can see that, but if you don’t stop, I’m going to melt onto the floor and go down the drain with the water.”

  Rafe flipped the water off and pushed the curtain aside. He reached for the towels and handed her one. As they stepped out into the crowded space, he watched her dry herself and wring out her hair with the towel. He could stare at her for hours, and he fully intended to, starting now.

  After weeks of longing to get her naked, he didn’t intend for her to put clothes back on until Monday morning. And that was still under negotiation in his mind. He wasn’t convinced it would be safe for her to go to work this week.

  When Katy passed him to leave the bathroom, he grabbed her hand on the way by. “Where are you going?”

  “To put some clothes on.”