The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  Jenna felt decidedly naked all of a sudden. She shivered as Mason stepped back and scrutinized her seriously. What if he didn’t like it?

  A smile spread across his face and he shook his head. “You bring out the weirdest sensations in me.”

  “What’s that?” Self-consciousness ate a hole in her as her chest pounded under his inspection. “You don’t like it? Is it too much?”

  He laughed. “Hardly. It’s fucking hot. I love it. I’m not sure I want to share you with the rest of the club. And that isn’t a feeling I’ve ever experienced.”

  “Oh.” The idea she yielded that kind of power made her stand taller. “Let’s go then?”

  She walked past him and grabbed her favorite fuck-me heels again, the same ones she’d worn with him before. He’d chosen them then. She assumed he must like them. Where all this self-confidence was coming from, she had no idea. She’d never left the apartment in her life this underdressed.

  Her nipples rubbed against the leather with every step she took, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. The mesh back of the dress was soft, but nevertheless it brushed over her pink skin in a way that made her keep notice of the flogging she’d experienced a few hours ago. Would he want to do that again tonight?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Mason drove, but he didn’t know how the hell they’d gotten from point A to point B. His mind never left the creamy white thigh next to him, nor did he remove his hand from her smooth skin at any point during the drive. He quickly learned to maneuver the car with his left hand, even on a turn.

  Jenna sat still. He knew she was nervous, and he couldn’t blame her. It was huge of her to agree to go to the club with him, and she hadn’t balked for a second. He was so proud of her. Hell, his heart beat faster even before they arrived.

  When he stroked the skin at the inside of her thigh, she squirmed. “Stay still, baby.”

  She stiffened, and her hands fisted at her sides. The subtle change made him smile. She was so perfectly submissive, and it unnerved her to some degree. Good. Her off-balance reactions made his cock harder by the minute.

  He caressed her inner thigh, stroking with his pinky, angling higher with each minute. By the time he pulled into the parking lot and up to the valet, she was gritting her teeth to keep from moving. He leaned over her as a man waited outside at his door. Knowing it would raise her anxiety to new heights, he reached the last inch and stroked his pinky through her wet folds. He kissed her lips quickly and pulled back, breathing heavily himself and knowing she would struggle to exit the car.

  “Ready?” he asked as he circled to her side, ignoring entirely what he knew would be shaky legs extending from her needy sex.

  She swallowed hard and took his arm, not lifting her gaze.

  He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. God, she was sexy.

  When they entered the club, Harper greeted them. “You’re back.” He spoke directly to Mason, but Mason knew he meant Jenna.

  “Yes. We’ll need to see those papers this time.” He waited while Harper leaned across the counter and held out a clipboard.

  “Have her sign on the bottom of each page, and you’re good to go.” He turned his gaze toward Jenna. “Ma’am, you need to read everything. Don’t scan. This isn’t the kind of form you sign without being fully informed. We have strict policies here, and you need to be aware of them.”

  Jenna nodded. Her hand squeezed Mason’s bicep, a sign he was quickly learning meant she was nervous.

  Mason angled them to a bench against the wall and held the clipboard for her. “Read it. He isn’t kidding. You’re here as my guest. I’m a member. I’m allowed to bring in any guest I want, but they have to sign a waiver before playing.”

  Jenna grasped the edges of the clipboard and held on tight. Her knuckles turned whiter as she read the pages, releasing the clipboard only as often as she needed to flip to the next page.

  Mason knew she was pouring through pages of details about proper fetish etiquette. He hadn’t discussed it with her earlier. It would have only added to her stress.

  He watched the pages as she read. He set his free hand on the base of her neck.

  Jenna gripped the pen tight as she signed each page. Rules about alcohol, safe words, bodily fluids. She grew tense, but she signed and released the clipboard as though it were on fire.

  Mason stood, and she followed his lead as he handed the paperwork back to Harper.

  Harper glanced through the pages. “Looks good.” He spoke to Jenna again. “There are people working here to see to your safety. If you should ever need assistance, someone will be close by. Not that anyone has ever had to interrupt Mason before, but for your peace of mind.” He angled his gaze at her, his expression serious.

  She nodded.

  “Enjoy.” Harper opened the door behind him.

  Mason passed through first, holding Jenna by the hand. Besides Jenna, he’d never held a woman’s hand inside this club before. He’d never brought a woman into the club with him other than Jenna. He’d always met other submissives at the club for a prearranged scene or encountered them after he arrived.

  This was new territory, and it terrified him. His normal routine was shot to shit. He had no idea what he could or would be willing to do with the sexy woman on his arm he was quickly growing beyond fond of.

  ∙•∙

  Jenna held her breath as she followed Mason. Sure, they’d been here before, but this was different. Last time they had intentionally come to watch. This time she didn’t know what they might do, nor did she know if she would be prepared for whatever he had in mind.

  “Relax,” he whispered into her ear as he pulled her in front of him at the bar. His breath tickled, and his lips brushed against her earlobe as he spoke. “Nothing happens that you don’t approve of.”

  That was half the problem. She wasn’t sure she could deny him anything. She wasn’t sure she would want to.

  Mason nodded at the bartender and ordered a bottle of water.

  Jenna licked her lips. She wondered what Mason had planned.

  He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her back closer against his front until her brain scrambled. He set his mouth against her ear. “Relax, baby. We aren’t going to do anything you aren’t ready for.” His lips settled against the spot behind her ear, making her shiver.

  Mason grabbed the water and turned her to the right. “Let’s wander around a bit. I don’t think you saw the entire club last time.”

  That’s for sure. They’d gotten stuck as soon as she’d spotted Katy and Rafe, and anything after that was a blur.

  Mason opened the water bottle, took a long drink, and then offered it to her. It was so intimate the way he held the bottle out. It dripped with sweat, and the cool liquid soothed her nerves as she swallowed. Mason kept one arm wrapped around her middle and took the bottle back when she was done.

  He nudged her forward and let his hand slide from around her waist until he dragged it down her arm and threaded his fingers with hers.

  Jenna hadn’t expected the calm she felt with him. As long as he was touching her, all was right with the world. They wandered down a row of scenes first, pausing at each one. She could feel Mason’s eyes on her as she watched, judging her reactions. She’d seen Katy in a spanking scene. She didn’t pause there.

  A St. Andrew’s cross caught her attention next, and she watched as a Domme flogged a submissive male who held on to the cross voluntarily. She seemed to punish him by ignoring him if he released the ropes he grasped. He was tall and wore only bikini briefs. His Domme was less than half his size.

  As though he’d read her mind, Mason whispered in her ear. “It isn’t about controlling someone with strength. It’s about the submissive willingly handing over their power to another.”

  Jenna nodded, though she wasn’t at all sure she fully grasped the idea.

  They wandered on until she stopped and grasped Mason’s arm. What the hell?

  A woman leaned back agai
nst some sort of table that stood on end, tipped back at enough of an angle that she was positioned diagonal in the room. It reminded Jenna of a picnic table propped on one end. But that wasn’t what caught her eye. The woman was tied with so many ropes, she couldn’t move a muscle if she wanted to. What was the point of that?

  Mason stepped up behind Jenna again, straddling her with his legs and wrapping both arms around her middle. He nuzzled her neck and brushed her hair back with his chin. “It’s an art. Isn’t it gorgeous?”

  Jenna nibbled on her lip. She wasn’t sure if she agreed, but her pussy clenched as she stared at the woman’s complete lack of mobility. Jenna’s heart beat faster.

  “You like it,” Mason murmured. She could feel his smile against the side of her neck. “Good. I love Shibari. Do you know how hard it makes me thinking about doing that to you? I want to tie you with your ribbons someday.”

  Jenna shivered. If he could stop talking, she might be able to breathe.

  The woman’s eyes were half closed, her mouth hanging open. The ropes crisscrossed her skin in every direction. She was naked, and her breasts stood high and tight encircled by the nylon. Her legs were pulled apart, and ropes held her pussy open, wrapped high on her thighs.

  Jenna swallowed. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

  “Come on.” Mason tugged her away, though she could have stood there mesmerized for hours.

  The next scene they came to made her giggle softly.

  Mason leaned into her ear. “Recognize the Dom?”

  She inhaled sharply. “He’s part of your Fight Club.”

  “Yep. That’s Conner. He’s a teacher. For some reason women find that so attractive, they beg him to let them submit to him as his students.”

  Jenna watched as the girl in the scene stuck out her bottom lip to pout. She looked comical to Jenna, but apparently no one else thought so. A glance around showed no one chuckling, so Jenna tried to rein in her mirth and watch.

  The woman was dressed as a catholic school girl, although she’d never seen anyone from a private school wearing a skirt that short or a shirt that revealing. Nevertheless, the imitation was obvious. The short red plaid skirt was pleated and barely covered the woman’s butt cheeks. The white blouse was thin. Instead of being buttoned, it was tied beneath her breasts. Her nipples were plainly visible under the nearly transparent material. The submissive even had her hair in ponytails.

  Conner pointed to the school desk in the middle of the scene and indicated the sub should lean over it. He circled his sub slowly, tapping a wooden paddle across his palm.

  Jenna inhaled sharply. “He’s going to spank her with that?” she whispered.

  Mason set his lips on her ear. “Of course.”

  Jenna stood frozen as Conner pressed his submissive’s chest over the small desk until her breasts were smashed against the surface and her ass rose higher in the air than her head.

  With one leg, he nudged her feet apart and then stepped between her knees. He ran his hands up her thighs, squeezing and molding her flesh as he pushed her skirt higher until it lay on her back, leaving her completely exposed.

  Jenna squeezed her legs together, all humor having vanished. She swallowed hard when she realized how arousing the scene was. She didn’t dare glance at Mason, not wanting him to know what her reaction was.

  Conner held the woman’s back with one hand, lifted the paddle above her ass, and swatted one pale cheek and then the other.

  The woman lurched forward, moaning. Her mouth fell open.

  Conner wrapped his fingers around the top of her skirt and held her in place. “Stay still.”

  When she stopped wiggling, he spoke again. “Count for me.” He swatted her again. Pink spread across the woman’s ass.

  “One,” the sub muttered.

  “Louder. Let’s start over.” Conner spanked her again.

  The woman flinched, but her voice was clearer this time.

  Jenna crossed her legs.

  Mason kissed her ear. “You amaze me.”

  Jenna jerked her gaze from Conner and twisted her neck to look at Mason. She’d gotten so lost in the scene, she’d nearly forgotten where she was.

  Mason smiled at her. “I’ll keep naughty schoolgirl spanking forefront in my mind as a yes.”

  Jenna flushed so deeply she embarrassed herself.

  Mason chuckled and turned her away from Conner’s submissive. They rounded a corner, and flashing lights caught Jenna by surprise.

  “Want to dance?” Mason asked.

  “Dance? Here?” Jenna hadn’t seen this part of the club last time. She hadn’t known there was a dance floor.

  Mason chuckled. “We could go outside if you want, but the music is in here,” he teased as he led her onto the floor.

  Dancing might have been a broad term for what happened on that particular floor. Jenna quickly surmised anything was acceptable. Though she didn’t think anyone was currently fucking, several people were awfully close. Every state of undress was the norm. A few women wore nothing but pasties over their nipples and a G-string. Most of the men wore black, including Mason.

  Jenna was glad for the black leather and mesh of her dress. With the exception of several people in bold reds, pinks, or other flashy fluorescents, most patrons wore black.

  Mason wrapped his arms around Jenna’s middle and pulled her close. He swayed to the music, nearly lifting her off the floor as he spun her around. His arms made her dress rise, and she suspected her ass might be showing, but in the dark with the flashing lights, she doubted anyone could see. Even if they could, no one seemed to be paying attention to anyone except their own partner.

  There were some trios in addition to the pairs, mostly consisting of two men and one woman. Jenna looked around for several minutes, taking in her surroundings, but Mason grazed one hand up her back and tipped her neck to his face. “Eyes on me now, baby.”

  “Okay.” She swallowed around the intense lust she read in his eyes.

  He shook his head.

  “What?”

  “When we’re in the club or role-playing at home, you should address me as Sir. This casual okay won’t work here.” He admonished her, but his face lit up with mirth.

  “Yes, Sir,” she sassed.

  Mason pinched her ass.

  “Ouch.” She bucked into him, his cock pressing into her belly.

  “Respect, baby. That’s part of the scene.” He lifted an eyebrow, but his mouth curved up on one side. She knew he wasn’t angry. And the power she felt over him sent a chill down her spine. She was the submissive, but it was quickly becoming apparent she held a lot of the control.

  Jenna set her cheek against Mason’s chest and let her body sway to the music under his direction. “So what sort of scenes do accountants act out, Sir?”

  Mason chuckled. “I guess I could count money for people. That would probably do it for most women.”

  Jenna shook her head. “Not me.”

  “Figures.” Mason’s moves were subtle, but he managed to drive her steadily to the edge of sanity with his wandering hands. His fingers crawled up and down her spine and then wandered over her ass, squeezing each cheek. It was all she could do to keep from squirming.

  When he ran his palms up her sides and grazed the underside of her breasts with his thumbs, she moaned. Her nipples poked forward, abrading the leather.

  “God, you melt me, baby.” Mason nuzzled her neck and bit into the flesh of her shoulder, marking her and driving her mad with his teeth.

  She would have responded with something snarky if she could have made her lips comply. Instead she tilted her head to one side to give him better access.

  Jenna’s brain cells stopped functioning as Mason transformed her into a complete nympho with his mouth and his roving hands.

  “Mason…” she mumbled.

  He didn’t stop. In fact, he backed her up until he pressed her against a wall. She opened her eyes to find herself in almost complete darkness. The da
ncing continued behind Mason, but they had moved completely off to a corner.

  When Mason hitched one of her legs up around his waist and plunged two fingers into her with no warning, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. The one leg she balanced on threatened to buckle, and she clutched his biceps with both hands, trying to center her world.

  “Mason,” she repeated.

  “I know you aren’t ready to do a scene, but I want you to come for me. Here. Against this wall.”

  In public. “I can’t.” She knew the words had no oomph behind them as soon as they left her mouth. She was on the edge of an orgasm already, and she needed the release worse than she cared what anyone around her might think.

  “You can, baby.” He stroked through her lower lips and flicked his thumb over her clit until she stood on tiptoe, her one leg doing very little to evade his fingers.

  Jenna’s head fell back against the wall. She closed her eyes against the world and tuned out anything except the exquisite feel of Mason’s hands on her body. Without breaking contact with her pussy, he lifted his other palm splayed against her waist and wrapped it around her breast. He molded and squeezed the globe until she bucked into his hand, unsure where she needed more attention, her pussy or her breast.

  When he pinched the nipple harder than she’d ever experienced, she stiffened.

  “Come, baby. Now.” His voice rose on the last word.

  She couldn’t avoid obeying his command. She arched her neck farther as he pressed on her clit. Thank God he held her up with his steady frame, because she nearly collapsed as she shattered around his fingers, her pussy pulsing and grasping the digits as they continued to stroke her through the orgasm.

  When she finally closed her mouth and licked her lips, she righted her head until her gaze landed on Mason. “I can’t believe you did that…here. You’re such a perv.” She peeked around his shoulder, regaining enough sense to be worried about who might have been watching.