The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  “Yes, Sir.” It seemed appropriate to acknowledge his words.

  Mason’s finger disappeared from her pussy, and she couldn’t stop herself from lifting her torso into the air the inch available to her.

  That only caused Mason to release her thigh. He stared at her and waited until she set her ass down. “Sorry, Sir. I’m trying, Sir.”

  “I know you are. And I appreciate that. And we have all day and all night for you to get it right, so don’t worry about that.”

  Don’t worry about that? Was he fucking kidding? If he left her tied to this bed that long without release, she’d expire. Her eyes shot wide.

  Mason shrugged. “It’s up to you. I’m a patient man, Jenna. You have nowhere to be. I knew it would take you a while to accept your place here. That’s why I got you the rest of the day off work. Take your time. When you’re ready to fully submit to me, I’ll give you what you need. Until then, I’ll keep instructing you.”

  Jenna stared back at him. He was serious. Now that she’d moved in with him, he expected her to slip further into a submissive role. He meant business. Was she up to the task?

  She loved him more than she’d ever thought she could love another human being. And God almighty did he make her body hum. But this total submission…?

  “Will you want me to obey you at all times from now on, Sir?” She held her breath, waiting for his answer. What if he said yes? Could she do it?

  “Of course not.” He smiled. “Your strong feisty side is what I fell in love with. I never want you to change. However, I’ve let you have too much control when you were in submissive mode until now. I want to change that. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think you couldn’t comply. In fact, I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me if I didn’t think you couldn’t submit fully to me. Every time you’ve let yourself go, even for a minute, and let me control you, you’ve had the best sex. Am I right?”

  Jenna nodded. “True…Sir.”

  “Then give me the benefit of the doubt here, and let me show you how much better it can be. We’ll set specific times when I want you to let me dominate you completely. During those times, you will submit just as completely. And you’ll find yourself craving those occasions more and more often. Trust me?”

  “I do, Sir.”

  “Good. Now is one of those times.” Mason leaned forward and cupped her breasts, squeezing them until she became acutely more aware of the nipple clamps and moaned. “You like the clamps.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Never lie to me. I can read you like a book when you’re this horny. May I resume?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Mason smoothed his hands down her body, leaving her boobs jiggling with his release. The clamps shook, increasing the pleasure/pain.

  “Now, if you can remain still long enough for me to bring you to orgasm, I’ll let you have one before we continue.”

  One? How many did he intend?

  He didn’t read her thoughts that time because he’d lowered his gaze to her pussy. He pulled the hood away from her clit again and dipped a finger into her channel. “So wet.” He pulled that wetness out and circled her clit with it.

  Jenna bit the inside of her cheek. The urge to buck was strong. She fought it. The need to come overshadowed, and she knew without a doubt she wouldn’t be granted any orgasms if she moved even a millimeter. Instead, she breathed through the urges and left her torso flat on the bed.

  Concentrate on the feeling instead.

  Jenna closed her eyes.

  Mason flicked his finger over her clit. “Good girl. You’re learning.”

  His praise grounded her. She wanted to come badly, but she wanted to make him proud too. She could do this.

  Mason added more pressure against the base of her clit, holding the pressure for several seconds. “That’s it, baby. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  She didn’t answer.

  When he released her clit with that finger, he thrust two into her pussy.

  Jenna screamed, but she didn’t move.

  “So gorgeous, baby. So fucking hot.” He pumped those fingers several times. “I’m so proud of you.” Finally he curled his fingers toward her front and stroked her G-spot. “Right there, baby. Just feel.”

  Sweat built up on her brow from the amount of concentration it took to let Mason rule her body. She’d never been this close without going over.

  “Not yet, baby. Not yet. Feel my fingers. Don’t come.”

  The need built until she thought she’d explode. She tipped her head back, hoping he wouldn’t punish her for the movement.

  Mason said nothing. The slow movement of his fingers against her sweet spot was maddening. And then he increased the speed.

  “Mason,” she screamed.

  Her Dom pinched her clit hard with his free hand. “Come, baby. Now.”

  Jenna shattered. Her pussy grasped at his fingers, milking them hard. Her clit throbbed as wave after wave of her orgasm consumed her until she thought it would never end. She saw nothing. She didn’t even know if her eyes were open or closed for long moments.

  When she finally came down, her vision cleared enough to see Mason’s smile. He gradually eased his fingers off her until his palms remained, holding her lips apart, keeping her exposed, but not touching her most sensitive areas. “You’re beautiful. Was it worth it?”

  “God, yes…Sir.” She panted, trying to catch her breath. And she wasn’t kidding. The only thing that would have made that better would have been his cock.

  Would he undo her now? She wanted to touch him. Hell, she wanted to suck his cock. Would he let her return the favor?

  “I’m so proud of you, Jenna.” He grazed his thumbs around her open lips, pressing on her enough to keep her arousal alive.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “The next one will be even better, baby.” His fingers moved over her limp body. “And it will be easier to remain still each time now that you know what the reward is.”

  Wait? What? Now? She lifted her head off the mattress to get a better view of him.

  Mason dipped two fingers back into her soaked pussy and held her gaze. “I told you we had all day. That was just a taste. You said I was a perv. I’m going to make you eat those words.” He grinned.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I…” She couldn’t formulate a sentence. It wouldn’t matter. Nothing she said would deter him from his determination to torture her some more.

  “That’s what I thought. Now, lie back and enjoy the ride. I may be a perv, but by the end of the day, you’re going to thank me.”

  “I already did thank you, Sir.”

  “And I liked hearing those words. Let’s rehearse a few more times. Shall we?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jenna’s arousal darted back full force. She might as well “enjoy the ride” as Mason had said, because she didn’t appear to have any other choice this afternoon.

  And there was nowhere else she’d rather be than right here, trussed to Mason’s bed, in the home she now shared with him, learning to turn her need for control over to this perv…

  Need

  Chapter One

  “Ugh. I’ll be so glad when this school year is over. If one more sixteen-year-old tells me they forgot their homework, I’m going to scream.”

  Emily smiled across the table at Virginia and took another sip of her wine. Dinner at her favorite restaurant with her best friend was long overdue. “One more week. I know we can make it.”

  “Easy for you to say. You get to hide in the library sorting books while I grade World History finals.” Virginia smirked lightheartedly.

  “Hey, now. I have to collect lost book fees too. That can be grueling.” She laughed. There was no comparison. She had to agree. She’d been a school librarian for ten years, and she loved it. The pay sucked, but helping teens learn to love reading was her passion.

  “I’m feeling so very sorry for you,” Virginia teased.

>   “Are you still willing to go with me to that club Friday night?”

  “Of course. Are you sure it’s the best idea though? I’m worried about you. You aren’t some undercover cop, Emily. You’re a high school librarian.”

  “I need to do this. Claire was my sister. I want to know what happened to her.”

  Virginia reached across the table and set a hand on Emily’s. “It won’t bring her back you know.”

  “I know.” Emily rolled her eyes. “I just need closure.”

  “She’s been gone six months.”

  “That’s why it’s important to find out what I can now, while someone might remember her. If I wait too long, she’ll slip away.”

  Virginia smiled. “I understand how you feel. Really I do. If it were my sister, I’d want answers. I’m just warning you there may not be any answers to your questions, or you might not like what you learn.”

  “I get that.” Emily shrugged. “Maybe it’s more than that. Maybe I want to be close to her. Figure out what made her tick. Maybe I’ll feel like I understand her better if I visit the place she liked to hang out.”

  Virginia took a drink and leaned forward on her elbows. “She was a drug addict, Em. You know that. She’d been using for years.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah…and she OD’d. I know.” Emily took a deep breath. “Where did she get those drugs? Maybe someone at Extreme was selling to her.”

  “You do know what kind of club Extreme is, right?”

  “Of course.” Emily glanced down and smoothed her napkin on her lap. She understood the gist. Extreme was a fetish club. She wasn’t stupid. She was well read. Hell, she’d been reading everything she could get her hands on since she was four years old. She knew enough about BDSM from romance novels to get by. Didn’t she?

  Virginia giggled again. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.” She held up her hands. “Don’t get me wrong. I’ll go with you for sure. Sounds like fun to me. But I’ll be shocked if you enjoy it. Besides, you’re way too shy to approach anyone in a normal bar. There’s no way you’ll be able to make conversation in a BDSM club. Half the people there will be nearly or completely naked, Em.”

  Emily took another deep breath. Just because it was described that way in books, were there really places like that in real life? She had no idea, but she intended to find out. Sure, she hoped she might figure out what happened to Claire, but it was more than that. She also wanted to know what made Claire tick. If her sister spent Friday nights at Extreme, Emily wanted to see what all the hype was about.

  Claire was only twenty-seven when she died, the youngest sibling. That left Emily and Mike. At thirty-three, Emily felt a huge responsibility toward her brother now. They were very close. So close, he’d lived with her for a while.

  Neither Mike nor her parents had been there to empty Claire’s apartment after she died. Virginia helped Emily with the task. They either pitched or sold most of Claire’s belongings. Virginia packed up all the paperwork and anything she thought might be important from Claire’s desk. That box now sat untouched in Emily’s closet. The only thing Emily kept out was Claire’s day calendar. Extreme had been penciled in on several weekend nights. It was all Emily had to go on. If she wanted to know more about Claire, she needed to start at her favorite club.

  No way could she tell her parents. They would freak if they thought she was digging into Claire’s private life. Her parents were still so upset Emily could barely speak to them about Claire. Her brother, Mike, was more levelheaded, a hard worker. Nevertheless, Emily didn’t want him to know about her snooping either.

  Curiosity drove her to find out what happened to Claire. She didn’t get the drugs out of thin air. Someone supplied her. The cops weren’t interested in investigating the obvious overdose of a drug addict in her own home. If Emily wanted to know more about Claire, she had to figure it out alone.

  Chapter Two

  “How many nights are you going to stare at that woman? What happened to your balls, man?”

  Rider jerked his gaze to the right and wrapped his hands around the bottle of water he’d been nursing for over an hour. “What are you talking about?”

  Gage chuckled as he pulled up a stool and sat too close for comfort. He let his arm brush against Rider’s and leaned into his personal space, simply because the man knew it would irritate Rider. He nodded toward the cute blonde across the room occupying a small rounded booth.

  Rider didn’t need him to specify. He knew damn well what and who Gage was referring to.

  “She might be smokin’ hot under all those clothes. You never know,” he goaded.

  Rider rolled his eyes. “You know I like my submissives seasoned.”

  Gage shrugged. “So, go out on a limb. Season this one yourself. You can even choose your own spices.” He chuckled.

  Rider shot him a glare. “You think you’re funny tonight.”

  “I’m funny every night. Ask all the women.” Gage nodded toward the bartender, and the man slid a soda in front of him.

  “Don’t you have anything better to do than eavesdrop on my attentions?”

  Gage took a long drink before he answered. “Yep. Her name’s Kayla. And she’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

  “Kayla? As in Kayla Temple?”

  “That’s the one.”

  Rider grinned. “I’ve never heard her say more than two words. I didn’t realize you had a thing for her.”

  “I don’t have a thing for her, asshole. We’re doing a scene.”

  “Well, go wait for her someplace else and stop pestering me.” Rider let his gaze roam back toward the blonde in the booth, not turning his head to give himself away.

  “What’s got your panties in a wad? You’ve been out of sorts for a few weeks now. Even at the gym. Your punches have begun to make my jaw ache.” Gage rubbed his chin to emphasize his point. “I’m just sayin’. It’s been a while since you’ve been with a woman. Maybe you should stop staring at the sexy cougar over there and go talk to her. She’s all buttoned up tight like a librarian. Maybe you can loosen her up a bit.”

  “Sexy cougar? What the fuck are you talking about?” Rider’s face flamed. Again, he knew damn good and well what Gage meant. The woman at the booth was clearly older than him. But not by a lot. At least he didn’t think so. She had a youthful look about her. She wasn’t exactly in her seventies as Gage implied. More like thirty…maybe.

  Gage chuckled again. “Go get her, man. Just do it. I heard sex gets better with age for women. You might hit the jackpot.” He jumped down from the stool and backed up before Rider could slap him upside the head.

  God knows he tried. He swung fast, but Gage moved quicker. In a flash, the man was gone.

  Rider turned his attention back to the blonde. She had no idea he was watching her. But he’d caught her staring at him several times the last few weeks.

  She’d been coming to Extreme for three Fridays now with her girlfriend. Rider noticed her the first night. She had no experience in this world, but she obviously wanted to get her feet wet or she wouldn’t keep coming back.

  Her girlfriend, on the other hand, had more gumption. She often left the blonde pixie alone to dance with a few Doms or talk to other people. The woman had gotten a little too comfortable in that booth. It was time to see what she was made of.

  Why not?

  Rider didn’t have anything else pressing on his agenda, and it had been a while since he’d enjoyed a submissive. He’d been busy lately. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, stud. It has nothing whatsoever to do with the woman in the booth.

  Rider needed to face the music. The woman wearing way too many clothes for a BDSM club had gotten under his skin. The best way to purge himself of her would be to face her head on. There was no way in hell she would be able to come close to meeting his standards in a sub. All he needed to do was prove it to himself, and he could get on with his life.

  He picked up his water as he stepped down from the stool and headed toward her.
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  As he approached, the blonde noticed. She didn’t look at him directly, but she squirmed in her seat as he got closer. He made her nervous. He fought not to him smirk.

  Don’t let it go to your head.

  Rider stopped when he reached her table. “May I?” He pointed at the section of curved bench she wasn’t occupying.

  The woman lifted her face toward him, her mouth falling open, her eyes widening. Deep blue, just the color Rider loved.

  Internally, he groaned. His goal was to rid himself of her allure, not make it worse.

  No worries. She didn’t have the foggiest notion about BDSM. Everything about her stance attested to it. Why was she here?

  Rider took the seat, his huge frame filling the space. “Rider Henderson,” he announced.

  She blinked at him and gripped the edge of the table with her hands.

  “And you are?” He leaned toward her.

  She swallowed, visibly shaken. “Emily.” The word was soft, muttered.

  “Just Emily?” He tried to keep from smiling. He was a cocky bastard. He knew it. But man how he loved her purity. She was so timid, and for the first time in his life, he found it attractive. Something about her called to him. He couldn’t put his finger on it. It was just there. Primal.

  “Emily Townsend.” Her full lips formed the words, but they were barely audible. She released the edge of the table and tucked her hands under her thighs.

  God, she was cute. He imagined her taking any measure to keep from fidgeting. His cock stiffened.

  Now who’s fidgeting?

  “You’ve been watching me,” he said.

  “No.” She shook her head. “I…” Her mouth stayed open as she lied to him.

  Rider leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table and raising one brow.

  Emily licked her lips and met his gaze. “Sorry.”

  “For what? For looking at me? Or for lying about it?”

  Her mouth opened again. And then closed. And her tongue. He ached to taste it. She might have managed to keep her hands still by sitting on them, but her tongue kept swiping over her full lips, enticing him, teasing him, though she was unaware. “Both?” she asked.