The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  And whatever it was, it made him nervous.

  “I am.” She was inches from him now, setting her hand on his forearm. “I have not lied to you about anything. I just don’t want…my family to know. About this side of me, I mean.”

  “About me,” Rider finished. Why did that hurt?

  “Not you specifically, but the whole thing. I’m not ready for that.”

  Rider stepped back, dislodging her hand from his skin where her soft dainty fingers were lighting a flame beneath the surface while her mouth was uttering words he didn’t want to hear.

  You don’t have a right to fault her for this. She isn’t your girlfriend. She’s a submissive learning the ropes of D/s. If she doesn’t want to share you with her family, that’s beyond reasonable. Why would you want her to? You don’t do parents.

  He glanced around the room, needing a distraction from the woman quickly shaking him from his foundation.

  “What are all these books for?” He picked up a copy from her coffee table and stared at a pixie on the front. A fantasy.

  “I’m a high school librarian. I swear. I didn’t lie about that.” She giggled. “I have to read all summer so I know which books to include in my library in the fall. The teenagers like to have the latest releases. It’s tough to stay one step ahead of them.”

  She was the real deal. He’d misjudged her severely. Unfairly. He set the book back down and swallowed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”

  “You’ve already apologized. I get it. Apology accepted.”

  He stepped toward her this time, feeling stronger, more put together and in control of himself. When he reached her side, he took a long strand of her thick blonde curls in his hand and let the pieces run between his fingers. When the hair was finished cascading back into place, he touched her bare shoulder. Only the thin strap of her sundress covered her skin.

  He stroked her smooth tan bicep and let his fingers dance down her arm until he reached her fingers. He grabbed them and lifted them to his lips. His kiss was gentle. “I’m still sorry. I promise not to jump to any conclusions involving you again. Clearly you’re indeed the sweet woman I thought you were.”

  She cleared her throat and spoke so softly he barely heard her. “I didn’t think you liked sweet women.”

  Suddenly, he needed her. It wasn’t an emotion he was used to experiencing. His desire to find out what made this woman tick and mold her to submit to him made his cock so stiff it felt way too tight inside his dress pants.

  ∙•∙

  Emily couldn’t believe he was in her home, holding her hand, stroking his lips over her skin. She was on fire. His admission spoke volumes about why he’d stared at her so hard through the car window yesterday and why he hadn’t contacted her last night.

  “I don’t have much time. I need to get to work soon,” he whispered, as though planning to consume her fast and hard before he left.

  And she wished he would. The idea of having sex with this man appealed to her more than anything. She’d never slept with a man she knew so little about and had dated only twice—if their two confrontations could be considered dates.

  She let her gaze roam up his body. He was so sexy in his uniform. Even the gun on his hip made him seem larger than life, and she wasn’t fond of guns. His dress shirt stretched perfectly across his chest, accentuating his pecs as though they were complaining about the confinement.

  She fisted her free hand at her side to avoid running it up his torso.

  “I’d like to see you.” His voice was deep, husky. “May I?”

  See me? He is seeing me. And then his meaning dawned on her. Naked.

  She stopped breathing. Should she?

  “Emily, look at me,” he commanded.

  She lifted her gaze to meet his.

  “If you’re going to train under me, you’ll need to be able to relinquish your body to me at some point. I’m not going to fuck you today. I just want to see your body. You need to acclimate to the idea.”

  She nodded.

  He smiled, his face softening. “Good girl.” He held her gaze while he reached for the hem of her dress and lifted it slowly over her head, as though making sure he had her permission the entire time.

  Cool air wafted across her skin, bringing goose bumps to the surface all over her body. It wasn’t cold in the room. On the contrary, it was quite warm. But nerves crawled up her spine as Rider revealed her body to his gaze. He dropped the dress on the floor without looking and took her hands again, prying her fists open gently.

  “You forgot one of my rules. Or did you intentionally defy me?”

  She gasped. What rule? She glanced down. Panties. Shit.

  Rider tugged her arms, backing up across the room.

  She had no idea where they were going until he stopped next to her dining table and shocked her by lifting her onto the top. “You didn’t answer me, baby.” He leaned her back until she lay on the cold surface, a shiver crawling up her already pebbled skin.

  “I…don’t know. I was heading to the store. I felt naked without them. I wasn’t wearing them earlier. I just put them on. I’m sorry, Sir.” It seemed prudent to address him as Sir.

  Rider stood at the end of the table at her knees. He tapped her hips and eased her panties over them and down her legs until she lay completely naked splayed out like an offering on the table. It unnerved her being so exposed, but the intense look on his face made her shut her mouth tight.

  For the third time since she’d met him, Rider tucked her panties into his pocket without comment. He wrapped his hands around her knees and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. When he spread her open wide, pushing her bent knees unnaturally apart, she gasped.

  “You did shave for me.” He released one leg and stroked his finger so lightly over her lower lips, she wasn’t sure he really made contact. “You did a good job. I like it.” He removed his hand and grasped her knee again, his gaze plastered to her pussy.

  Emily couldn’t breathe. She’d never experienced anything this intense before in her life. She lay on her own dining table naked and exposed for a man in uniform who admired her with his gaze like a piece of art. She actually felt sexy.

  “Stroke your nipples for me, Emily.”

  She hesitated. Do what?

  He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. “Do it, baby. Pinch them for me until they stiffen. I want to see the peaks at their tightest.”

  His language was so raw. It unnerved her that her pussy moistened more each time he spoke. Something about the tone of his voice, mixed with the words themselves and the look on his face…

  “You need to learn to obey faster. I know it’s hard at first, but if you want to train under me, you have to listen closely and follow my instructions. I haven’t asked you to do anything difficult yet. I simply want you to pinch your tits for me. They’re so lovely. Perfect pink buds.” His gaze lowered to her chest.

  She doubted anything she did to them at this moment would make them stiffer. He’d done a fine job coaxing them fully erect with his words. Nevertheless, she lifted her hands from her sides and grazed them over the tips. Her fingers shook.

  “Good, baby. That’s it. Now pinch them.”

  She stared at his forehead while she obeyed him, grasping the tight buds between her pointers and thumbs and pinching them slightly, enough to cause her to moan.

  “Oh, baby, that’s so sexy. You’re so sensitive.” He stroked a finger through her folds again, drawing out her arousal.

  Her untethered knee flung off the table in attempt to close her legs at his contact. She had no control over it. Instinct.

  Rider removed his hand. “Spread back open for me, baby. I didn’t give you permission to close your legs.”

  Emily tried. It was hard to force her thigh to obey his commands. Every instinct in her said to pull her legs tightly together and close herself off from his view.

  “So good, baby. That’s my girl.”

  It was odd how he
spoke to her. She was older than him. She had no idea yet how many years, and was afraid to ask, but a significant number. And yet, he seemed wiser in ways that made him older than her. And the way he manipulated her body made her feel like a teenager.

  His gaze roamed back to her chest. “Have you ever worn clamps?”

  She paused. “Clamps?”

  “On your nipples, baby. Nipple clamps.”

  Her eyes widened. She shook her head. “No.”

  “Have you gone to the store I asked you to visit yet?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Call Danielle today and find a time to go this week.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And tell her you want to purchase clamps in addition to an outfit. She knows what I like.”

  I’m supposed to tell her I’m your submissive? God, how embarrassing. I was one thing going to the shop and telling the woman someone recommended her. It was an entirely different story to tell her specifically who sent her and what they wanted her to get.

  Her cheeks flamed.

  Rider’s gaze met hers now. He smiled. “She’s very professional, baby. Don’t worry.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “The next time I see your nipples I’m going to clamp them. Pick out something that pinches but not enough to be overly painful.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t believe she was agreeing to this. And there was also no way in the world she could turn down anything Rider offered.

  “As my trainee, I’ll expect you to go way out of your comfort zone, a little at a time. I’ve had many submissives over the years. I know what I’m doing. You need to trust my judgment if you want to learn the ways of submission.”

  She nodded, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

  Exposed as she was, holding her nipples with her own fingers, a deep need to come developed low in her belly. Her thighs shook.

  And that was the exact moment Rider released them. “I need to get to work now. I want you to lie here like this for ten minutes after I leave. Understood?”

  She nodded.

  “Words, baby.”

  She released her lip. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You aren’t to get up for those ten minutes. Keep your legs spread and your nipples between your fingers. Pinch and twist them to the point of pain. Concentrate on how you feel. When you’re done, keep your fingers to yourself. You aren’t permitted to come at any time unless I command it.” He narrowed his gaze as he made his point. “Put your dress back on and you may head out to wherever you were going.” He glanced at her pussy. “No panties. I’m not going to tell you again. Ever. I like my submissives naked and available to me at all times, even when I’m not around. If I find you wearing them again, there will be consequences. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was hoarse now.

  “Good. I’ll text you later.” He turned and left so fast she considered whether or not he’d really ever been there after the front door snicked shut. She twisted her neck to the side and saw her dress on the floor. Her panties were in Rider’s pocket, the only sure evidence she had that he’d indeed waltzed into her home and dominated her world.

  She had no idea how long ten minutes was. To be sure, she remained on the table, exposed, for longer than necessary. Every time she squeezed her nipples or turned them in one direction or the other, she stiffened. The strange pain was weird at first, but then it morphed into something pleasurable. A line of wetness ran between her legs onto the table as her arousal built at her own hands. She fought to keep her legs spread.

  Every sense heightened. She was consumed as though she’d received a jolt of electricity, her body on fire with the need for…more.

  When she was sure ten minutes had passed, she released her nipples on a moan. Her legs shook as she brought them together and lifted herself off the table.

  She stared at her wetness on the surface for a moment, not believing she’d been that aroused and even more shocked she’d managed not to bring herself to orgasm. Her fingers itched to touch herself between the legs. That had probably been why Rider had told her not to release her breasts.

  The first thing she did, before putting on clothes, was grab a paper towel and some cleaning spray to wipe her arousal off the table. It unnerved her seeing it there.

  When she was finished, she padded to her dress and picked it up. She pulled it over her head quickly, glancing at the windows as it occurred to her she was naked in her own open living room. No one was outside, and even if they were they would surely have to work hard to see specifics happening inside, but still…

  She smoothed her sundress over her body, acutely aware of her lack of panties. For a moment she considered dropping the idea of shopping, but then she realized how crazy that was. She needed food in her refrigerator.

  No one would ever know she was naked under the dress.

  Chapter Eight

  Rider hitched his leg over his bike and started the engine, and then he tugged his helmet on and fastened the strap.

  That had not gone as expected. When he’d left the house this morning, it hadn’t occurred to him for a moment Emily wasn’t lying by omission. He’d been sure the woman was married. He was stunned the table had turned one eighty, and he’d ended up with a very naked sexy submissive at his bidding. It was far more than he would have expected her to comply with in weeks.

  And the woman was a firecracker. Her body was perfection. Dainty, smaller than anyone he’d ever been with, but perfectly proportioned. His dick ached from needing to take her for the last half hour. There was no time to soothe the fellow now. He needed to hurry to avoid being late for his shift. Later… Later he would ease the need that would keep his cock on edge the entire day as he pictured Emily sprawled out on her dining table, open to his gaze, her pussy bare at his command.

  He groaned, though no one could hear him over the roar of the engine.

  He made a mental note to call Danielle and warn her about his newbie coming in to make a few purchases.

  As he pulled into the station, he pictured Emily lying on her table, her legs spread open for him, her nipples pink and firm. Her hair had been splayed around her face like a mermaid. Every inch of her gorgeous skin had called to him. He’d wanted to taste her, lick her everywhere. But not today. She hadn’t been ready for more than what he did. It was a good thing he’d needed to leave at that moment. Any longer and he probably wouldn’t have managed to keep his cock inside his pants.

  Rider made it through his shift, but his distraction was noticeable to his superiors. A few coworkers gave him weird looks. “You okay, man? You look flushed.” “Hey, Rider. Rider?” “Dude, I keep talking to you and you aren’t hearing me.”

  After attending a few meetings in the station, he finally escaped the banter and hit the road. At least while he was out covering his territory, no one was around to notice his distraction.

  God, the woman had him tied in knots. And she was eight years older than him. Did it matter? He hadn’t told her his age yet. Maybe it hadn’t occurred to her. Besides, what difference did it make? This was a training relationship…

  Keep telling yourself that…

  When he got off his shift that night, he went straight to the gym. Years ago, Joe had given The Fight Club the green light to work out any time they wanted, day or night. It had been a blessing for Rider when he’d graduated from the academy. Some nights he really needed the release when he got off at eleven.

  And to add to his luck, Gage was often willing to meet him at that hour too. The man was a workhorse, and as far as Rider could tell, Gage never slept. The man had done three tours in Afghanistan. It was no wonder he couldn’t sleep. Thinking about the eight years Gage was enlisted gave Rider the chills. Gage didn’t talk much about what he’d seen, but Rider knew it had to have been bad.

  A good workout would shake Rider from musing about the sexy naked Emily sprawled out on her dining table. The image of her hot body trembling beneath his touch… The way she
bit her lip to keep from moaning… The way her dainty fingers caressed and pinched her nipples…

  Yep. Rider was fucked.

  “Hey,” Gage said as Rider entered the ring to spar with him. “You look like shit.”

  Rider shook his head. “Just tired.”

  Gage stopped moving. He’d been putting his gloves on when he paused. “It’s that woman.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face. “You totally fucked her.”

  Rider straightened his spine. He furrowed his brow. “Of course not. What’s the matter with you? I rarely fuck any woman, and certainly not one I’m training.”

  Gage laughed. “Who are you trying to convince? That chick is under your skin. I know that look. You’re into her. Have you been seeing her outside of the club?”

  Rider busied himself with his own gloves.

  “Fuck me. You have.” Gage nearly shouted.

  Rider glanced around. “Stop yelling. Yes, I’ve seen her, but only by coincidence. Nothing planned. I ran into her yesterday afternoon.”

  “And then?”

  “And then, what? That’s it.”

  “Liar. Shall I let Mason know he won the bet?”

  Rider rolled his eyes. He sat on the bench. “I’ll concede. He won. Why do you know me so well?”

  “We’ve been friends for years. I’ve never known you to date. Are you sure you’re straight?”

  Rider jumped up and threw a punch in Gage’s direction, catching him off guard. He aimed for the guy’s jaw.

  “Ouch.” Gage missed the brunt of the hit when he ducked. He rubbed his face, but his grin was still there. “Hit a nerve?” His face went totally slack then. “Shit. I was kidding. I didn’t mean anything. If you really are gay, that’s cool.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m not gay. If I was, my dick wouldn’t be as hard as nails all the time fretting over a woman.” He lifted his gaze. “And stop reminding me about it. I’m having enough trouble as it is. Like you said, I don’t date. Don’t have time for a woman. They’re a pain in the ass. I need to get her out of my system and move on.