The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Stop wearing them and you won’t lose them.”

  “Wearing what?” She’d lost track of what they were discussing.

  His grin spread. “Panties, baby. Thongs. Whatever. Don’t wear them anymore. Leave your pussy open and bare. Can you do that for me?”

  Like all the time? She nodded. Surely he didn’t mean all the time. And how would he know? Maybe just on Fridays when she came to the club.

  Her sex clenched. Pussy. He kept referring to her sex as her pussy. And it was hot. It made her squeeze her legs together every time.

  Rider stuck one leg between her feet and nudged her knees apart. “Spread your legs, baby. Open for me.”

  She did as he said, praying for two opposite things. For one, she wanted him to touch her—down there. She would give anything for him to finger her. She believed she could probably come against this wall if he did so. On the other hand, she prayed he wouldn’t do any such thing, fearing she’d make a total fool of herself if he did. Her ears rang with the pulse of blood beating in her eardrums. Even with her legs spread, she could feel the heat rising between them, the moisture gathering at her entrance. If it ran down her thigh, she’d be mortified.

  “Good girl. Now, I’m going to show you around a bit, and then we’re going to talk.” He didn’t wait for her to respond. He simply took her hand again and led her down the side hall. She knew what was down the hall, she just hadn’t ventured in that direction before, afraid to watch the scenes and further corrupt her brain.

  But now, she was on that path, no heading back.

  Rider paused at the first scene. He leaned back against the opposite wall, obviously intended for voyeurs, and pulled her between his legs, her back to his chest. He set his chin on her shoulder and whispered into her ear. “This is a St. Andrew’s cross. It can be used for many types of scenes, but this Dom is letting his sub hold on to the ropes above her with her own free will while he flogs her.”

  Jesus. Thank God she hadn’t wandered down this hall by herself at any point. “Why?”

  Rider chuckled. “It’s such a release of endorphins. Until you’ve experienced it, you can’t imagine. There aren’t words.”

  “Have you done that?” She twisted to look at him, wishing she could take the words back. Of course he’d done it. He was a Dom.

  He didn’t laugh at her though. “I’ve both flogged and been flogged at various times. Yes. But don’t worry. I would never flog you without your permission. And you’re way too green for anything of this level. I might spank you along the way if I feel it’s necessary, but I wouldn’t flog you for a very long time.”

  Emily stiffened. Spank me? She couldn’t believe he’d said that. If I feel it’s necessary…

  “You heard me. Not today. But if you want to train under me, you’ll frequently find yourself with a pink behind.” He smoothed his hands down her arms until his fingers entwined with hers. And then he continued. “Trust me, baby. You’ll love it. After the first time, I won’t know if you’re acting up in order to get spanked again or if you’re a sloppy submissive.”

  She shook her head. Love it? That was impossible to imagine. Her heart rate increased until she was breathing heavily.

  “God, you’re precious. Just the idea gets you hot.”

  No. It couldn’t be true. She refused to believe a word of it.

  She returned her gaze to the scene, anything to avoid looking in his eyes while he spoke of doing things to her she couldn’t fathom while at the same time making her stomach clench with the need to experience every word.

  The woman on the cross indeed held on with both hands, listing from side to side and moaning as her Dom whipped something leather through the air, striking her repeatedly across the ass and thighs. Emily couldn’t imagine a time when she would want to participate in anything like that. No way in hell.

  Rider nudged her forward. “Let’s go see the next scene, baby.”

  Every time he called her “baby” she tightened. She couldn’t decide if she should be annoyed or not, but she found the term endearing.

  The next room had a bench in it. No one was using it for anything at the moment, but two men were speaking to each other next to it, one on his knees with his head bowed, the other above him.

  “They’re gay?” She immediately wished she could take the words back. They sounded crass.

  Rider didn’t flinch. He leaned in to her ear again. “They are, though that isn’t a requirement here. They could be anything. But I know those two guys. They’re a couple. You’ll love them both if you get to know them. Everyone does.”

  “What are they going to do?”

  “Watch and see.”

  She stopped speaking or moving as the man on his knees rose to shuffle toward the bench. It was like a narrow picnic bench, the top not more than four inches wide and padded. He wore only a G-string and followed his Dom’s directive to lie over the top of the bench, nestling his knees and elbows on the lower sections, also padded.

  The Dom leaned close to his sub’s head and spoke to him in a voice too low for anyone to hear. He continued to whisper in a hushed voice as he lifted his face and then secured his submissive to the bench at his wrists and then his ankles.

  Emily held her breath. The restraints, though they were used on a man by a man, made her hornier. Geez, girl. She closed her eyes. “Let’s move on.” She couldn’t quite bear to face the reality. BDSM made her needy and aroused.

  Rider chuckled low against her shoulder. “You’re squirming.”

  She didn’t acknowledge him.

  He walked her the rest of the way down the hall, speaking in soft tones to explain most of what she saw. She was overloaded with information and couldn’t internalize much after a while.

  Finally, Rider led her to the same circular booth she’d sat in last week when he’d introduced himself. The memory of that evening made her jittery.

  “So, what do you think?” he asked when they were seated. He sat closer to her than last week, his knee touching hers under the table, his body angled instead of across from her.

  “I don’t know, Sir. It’s so much to take in.”

  “It is. Don’t let the scenes overwhelm you. As a newbie, no one would ask you to do anything like that. Not even me.”

  She nodded, somewhat relieved. “So, how does this work?”

  “Well, if you agree you’d like to be trained in the world of D/s, and I assume you’re in agreement or you wouldn’t be here now, I would ease you in and teach you the ropes a little at a time. At first you would meet me here on Friday nights as you did tonight and learn what it means to be submissive by watching and following my instructions.

  “After a few weeks you might agree to meet me outside of the club sometimes, perhaps in my home or yours. Someplace where you can get the guidance you need without an audience. It’s hard for some people at first to submit in public. Others prefer public. It might feel safer to you, knowing the room is filled with people if you should become uncomfortable with my demands.

  “On the flip side, you might find privacy to be more relaxing as you grow accustomed to the lifestyle.”

  She stared at him, never taking her eyes off his as he spoke.

  He leaned in closer. “I want you to understand I’ve never taken a trainee. This is completely outside of my norm.”

  “Why…um, Sir. Why are you willing to do so now?”

  He smiled, tipping his head to one side and shrugging. “I don’t have the foggiest idea. Something about you intrigues me. It has since the first night you entered the club.”

  She’d known he’d seen her all three nights. He’d made that clear. But why? “You watched me even the first night?” She cringed to think what she’d been wearing. Jeans she thought, and a tank top. Nothing interesting. Nothing that would draw attention. Although in this club, she might have had that backward. Not a single woman wore jeans unless it was their first night, in which case they stood out like a sore t
humb, as she must have the first night also.

  “I did.” He didn’t elaborate.

  She swallowed. Was he attracted to her, or did this have something to do with a challenge?

  He paused, his gaze nailing her to the bench until she squirmed. “Spread your legs, Emily.”

  She eased them apart a few inches, her mind immediately going to whatever place it floated toward whenever Rider commanded her. It was like hypnosis, his voice.

  “Farther. Lift your knee onto the seat and open wider.”

  She followed his directions again, but it was tough with the tight skirt restraining her movements.

  “Did you have any trouble shaving your pussy?”

  “No, Sir.” She mumbled the words so low, she barely heard them herself.

  “Pardon?”

  “I did not, Sir.” She spoke louder.

  “Good girl. What color is your vibrator?”

  “Pink, Sir.” She sucked in a breath after she answered, realizing what she’d revealed.

  She could hear the chuckle in his voice when he spoke next. “Did you run the battery down like I asked and keep your hands to yourself?”

  She nodded, her hands gripping her thighs so tight it hurt.

  “Emily?”

  “I did, Sir.”

  “So you haven’t had an orgasm since last Friday night?”

  Did he think she used the vibrator every day of the week? How hard did he think it would be to refrain from masturbating for seven days? “No, Sir.”

  “You didn’t touch your pussy with your fingers either?”

  God, he was intense. Little did he know, she’d never gotten off with just her fingers. If the vibrator was dead, so was the department of masturbation in her home. “No, Sir.” She lowered her gaze farther.

  “Does that embarrass you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s okay. It’s a normal response. I’m tough, Emily. I’ll ask you to do difficult things to test your submission, and I’ll ask you the hard questions after.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Is your pussy wet now?”

  She swallowed. It had been wet since she entered the club, or perhaps before, but now it was pulsing and her arousal was running between her legs. “Yes, Sir.”

  Rider watched her face. Whatever he was looking for, he must have found it because without losing her gaze, he smoothed one hand up her inner thigh until his fingers were so close to her pussy she could almost feel them. He paused there, his entire palm burning her leg with the intensity.

  She didn’t move a muscle, willing him to close the distance.

  When he did, she almost shot off the bench. He pitched forward to swipe at least three fingers through her arousal, starting at the top and separating her lower lips as he flicked his wrist downward.

  She held her breath, unable to utter a syllable. If she opened her mouth or sucked in air, she was afraid it would be on a loud moan—or a plea for more.

  Rider released her just as quickly. If he hadn’t brought his fingers up to his mouth to suck them clean, she might have thought she’d imagined the previous five seconds.

  “Mmm. Good.” He continued speaking as though what he’d done had been no big deal and she wasn’t now sitting there dripping with need. “New rules for this week. We will build on them as you learn. It helps your mind go to the right place for submission. If you don’t follow my demands, you won’t fully understand the role or learn. I expect you to comply even when I have no way to prove you did. If you lie to me, I’ll know. Yes, I’m that astute.

  “If you find you can’t follow through on any particular request, your job is to talk to me about it immediately. Noncompliance without an explanation isn’t acceptable. If I find you aren’t following my directions, I’ll assume your heart isn’t in this and release you from my service. Do you understand?”

  She thought so. She was having trouble focusing.

  “I’m going to give you my cell number. Text me when you get home so I’ll know you’re safe. Text me throughout the week if you have questions or concerns. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll text you to check in. Otherwise, I’ll assume you’re complying with all my demands. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” What the hell would he ask of her this week? She shifted in the seat, trying to come up with anything he could ask to build on what she’d already done. God, she’d shaved her pussy every morning for a man who hadn’t seen it yet. What more was there?

  Rider set his hands on the table and held them out, palms up. “Give me your hands.”

  She lifted them from her thighs and set them on top of his so their palms met.

  “You were gripping your legs so tight you were about to bruise them.”

  This man knew all things. Even things he couldn’t see.

  “Look at me.”

  She lifted her gaze to meet his.

  “No panties this week. Don’t wear them at any point. Not even when you leave the house. It will serve as a reminder of your submission to me.”

  She nodded.

  “Repeat that, please.”

  “I won’t wear panties this week, Sir.” Saying it out loud, agreeing to do his bidding of her own accord, was difficult.

  “Good. Also, from now on, sleep in the nude. No panties, no bra, no nightgowns, nothing.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Again, when you slide between the sheets naked, you’ll remember who controls your actions. Even when I’m not with you, you’ll submit to my desires. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Shave your pussy every morning. Do not touch yourself sexually. And keep the vibrator in your drawer. If and when I ever come to your house, I’ll expect to find it nonfunctional.”

  She nodded. The picture in her mind of Rider in her bedroom, filling it with his enormous size, made her cream herself anew.

  He released one of her hands and reached into his back pocket. He handed her a card. “This is the shop I want you to go to. I’ll call Danielle and give her a heads up. She’ll help you pick out an outfit that suits your body type and my style at the same time.”

  Emily held his gaze, mesmerized and confused by her reaction at the same time. She knew she would do everything he said, just as she knew she was falling under his tutelage like an obedient pet.

  “Another thing. You need a safe word when practicing D/s. Make sure you always have one with any Dom and that you use it. Red is a universal safe word. I’m sure you saw it mentioned in the forms you filled out the first time you came here. Use red any time you are at this club or when you are with me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I think that’s enough for tonight. It’s late. I’ve tossed a lot on your plate. You need time to think about all this.”

  She nodded. Admittedly she was a bit stunned. He hadn’t asked much of her at the club, but on the flip side, his demands for the week were consistent with last week. She struggled to imagine how he would ever know if she did his bidding or not.

  Except for the fact she was a terrible liar and always had been, she wondered how any submissive truly complied with their Dom’s demands when they were alone.

  Rider stood, pulling her up alongside him as he eased from the booth. “I’ll meet you here again next Friday. You’ll wear something of Danielle’s selection and come to me at ten o’clock again. Plan to assume a stricter role of obedience.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Don’t forget to text me when you get home.”

  “I will, Sir.”

  The next thing she knew, she was in her car where Rider had walked her and settled her before leaving her to drive home.

  She drove on autopilot, not remembering much about the scenery that went by as she drove.

  When she arrived, she pulled her phone out and typed a text to the number Rider had entered beside her car as she’d waited.

  I’m home, Sir.

  Good. Sleep well.

  I will. Thank you, Sir.

>   Naked.

  She shivered at the single word. Naked. In her own home. Alone. Her life had changed dramatically in one week. And she had no idea if she was out of her mind or should go with the flow and do what felt right, to hell with society and its norms.

  With confidence, she stripped off her clothes, brushed her teeth, used the toilet, and then eased into bed. If she’d lain down naked without being told, she might not have noticed anything about it as being unusual. Certainly she wouldn’t have been instantly aroused.

  But under the command of Rider, she was restless, rubbing her legs against each other as though it might be enough to alleviate the pressure. It took over an hour to get comfortable and relaxed enough to fall asleep.

  The next thing she knew was the beeping of her cell on her bedside table. She opened her eyes to find the sun high enough to indicate she’d slept late.

  Without moving more muscles than necessary, she slapped her hand on her cell and dragged it to her view.

  Did you sleep well?

  Rider. Instantly her pussy flinched and came to life. One thing was for sure, she didn’t have to spend days on end waiting to see if he would call like any other new boyfriend.

  He’s also not your boyfriend. He hasn’t suggested anything of the sort. Other than admitting his attraction to her as a potential submissive, he hadn’t indicated in any way she meant more to him than any trainee.

  Except he doesn’t take trainees. Ever. And he watched you for three weeks before approaching. It all had to count for something, didn’t it?

  She responded to him in kind.

  Eventually.

  Did you have difficulty sleeping in the nude?

  Lord, he was direct. And even in text she could hear his voice, his every typed message making her arousal amp up from the zero of her dead sleep to someplace closer to ten already.

  Yes, Sir. That and pondering your requests.

  Have I asked too much of you?

  No, Sir. I can handle it.

  Good. If anything changes, please let me know. Dominance and submission is a give and take. Your submission is directly related to your desire to please me in order to reap the reward of that compliance.