The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  A second later, he turned and flattened her against the wooden surface as the door snicked shut. He grabbed her wrists and lifted them over her head as his mouth descended toward hers. He couldn’t risk her touching him anywhere. He needed her to keep her hands to herself to avoid embarrassing himself so soon after an orgasm.

  It was rare for him to rebound so completely so quickly. But everything with Emily was rare and unprecedented.

  She moaned into his mouth as he pressed his tongue against hers and danced around every corner of her mouth. He was starving. He eased his grip on her wrists when she tugged against him, realizing he held her too tight. He flattened his palms against hers and threaded their fingers together, not relinquishing control.

  Tiny noises escaped Emily’s lips, driving his cock to swell more. And the imp bucked her torso toward him, pressing against his length.

  Rider stepped back to break the contact. The denim was enough. He didn’t need any help.

  Emily moaned louder. “Rider…”

  “Baby.” He lifted his head. “You…” He couldn’t fathom how to finish the thought. Anything he said would be a bad idea. He was sure he’d already destroyed every proclamation that this relationship was simply a mutual exchange of needs in the last hour. He didn’t need to make it worse by tossing out random words that cemented his intense desire to consume her.

  No matter how fucking turned on she made him. That didn’t change the facts. Sure, he wanted her like no other woman he’d ever met. Now. But what about tomorrow? Women were women. One day soon she would show her true colors and get all needy and drive him crazy suffocating him. He was only twenty-five. Not ready to be held down to a woman’s standards with her ball and chain. He wasn’t sure he ever would be.

  But for now. God, he needed this woman right now. He also needed to keep his lovey thoughts inside his head. He would show her with actions how bad he wanted her and not taint this beautiful night with sentences he couldn’t take back later.

  Women didn’t forget that shit.

  Nor will she forget your actions… But, he told himself it wasn’t the same.

  Rider stood away from her and grabbed one sleeve of her sweater to tug it off. As she spun, he pulled the other arm free also, leaving her in the sexy goddamn dress that made his hands sweat just looking at her.

  She stood still, lowering her gaze to the floor.

  “You learn fast,” he mumbled. He dropped the sweater, not caring the slightest where it landed.

  Emily paid it no mind either, so he knew she was totally under his spell.

  The responsibility was enormous. He needed to rein it in and get back on track before he hurt her. He took a deep breath and stepped toward the couch where he eased himself down to sit in the center, his palms on his thighs. His cock protested the way it lost space in the new position, but it would have to simmer down and wait a bit. He had a submissive to deal with first.

  “Emily, you lied to me.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath and flinched. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Come here.” He pointed to the space right in front of him.

  She rounded the chair between them and stood where he’d indicated.

  He warred with the decision to make her undress or pull the material off her himself. He decided he wanted his hands on her body, so he set his palms on her thighs in the end and grazed them up her legs, her waist, and then the sides of her breasts, dragging the soft dress with him. “Lift your arms, baby.”

  She obeyed, her hands shaking as she did so.

  He finished his task and slid the dress over her head. With a flick of his wrist, it landed on the floor behind her.

  His cock jerked. The dress had done little to conceal what lay beneath, but it was enough that he had to work hard to control his reaction to this second viewing of her completely naked.

  He reverently danced his fingers down her chest as she lowered her arms from over her head.

  Her nipples jumped to attention as he grazed over them, pebbling harder with each swipe of his fingers.

  “Did you get the clamps I asked for?”

  She shuddered and paused. “I did, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Did you try them on?”

  “No, Sir. Danielle said you wanted to be the first to use them on me.”

  “Good girl.” He lowered his hands to her tiny waist. “Step out farther, baby.”

  She did, her steps faltering.

  He stroked his fingers down the outside of her thighs and then back up the insides.

  She sucked in a sharp breath and lifted onto her tiptoes as he inched closer to her center.

  “You’re sensitive from coming when you shouldn’t have.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to punish you now.”

  She didn’t move.

  He removed his hands. “Lie over my lap, Emily.” He patted his thighs, knowing the second she lowered herself into position, her sweet sexy body would torture his cock.

  She hesitated. “Sir?”

  “On your belly. Hands above your head.”

  She inched forward, wringing her fingers together in front of her. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”

  “I understand that. And you have to trust me to know what you can take. Do you remember your safe word?”

  She nodded. “Red, Sir.”

  “Good. If I do anything you can’t handle, say red and I’ll stop.”

  “I feel weird.”

  “That’s normal. But trust me, you’ll feel fantastic after I spank you. It’s so freeing. Liberating.”

  “I’m not a child.”

  “Clearly.” He chuckled, letting his gaze run up and down her body. “But you’re a submissive, and you did disobey me, right?”

  She nodded again.

  “So, in a sense you acted like a child, right?”

  She bit her lip.

  “Well, this is the consequence.” He waited, lifting his hands off his lap to provide her room to obey him when she was ready. He knew she was in a war in her mind over this monumental decision. It was always difficult to get spanked the first time. He also knew he could read her damn well, and she was going to enjoy being swatted on the ass.

  She stepped closer. “I can say red and you’ll stop?”

  “Absolutely. I take all my cues from you. If I didn’t think you were ready for this, I wouldn’t suggest it.”

  “What makes you think I want you to spank me?”

  “Baby, you’re so unbelievably submissive to me. And so responsive to my every touch. I know this seems like a harsh punishment to you right now, but trust me when I say I’ll undoubtedly only be able to use spanking as a punishment like this one time.”

  “Why?”

  He grinned at her and took her hand to rub it against his cheek. “Because you’re going to enjoy it way too much.”

  She shivered, her eyes going wide. “I don’t think I believe you.” Nevertheless she took the final step and held his shoulder as she slowly lowered herself across his lap.

  “Good girl.” He stroked a hand down her spine to ease her tension. “Set your hands on the floor to balance.” He caressed his palm down her thigh and calf and slipped off her shoe. He repeated with the other leg.

  She reached forward, but her small size made it difficult. She could barely graze the carpet.

  Rider set a hand on her lower back to steady her. “I’ve got you.” He stroked her ass with his other hand, molding the cheeks one at a time. “Spread your legs, baby.”

  She wiggled to get them a few inches apart.

  “Are you wet?”

  “Yes.”

  He squeezed one cheek a bit hard. “Excuse me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s better. Are you aroused from this position? Or is it left over from your disobedience?”

  “A little of both, Sir.”

  “Good.” He rubbed her thighs next, firmly applying pressure to prepare her for his swats. “I’m goin
g to spank you now. I won’t give it a number. I’ll do what seems appropriate based on your reaction.”

  She stiffened but didn’t respond.

  Rider lifted his hand and gave a sharp swat to her left cheek.

  She squeaked, but didn’t say anything.

  He quickly landed a similar spank to the right cheek. Both grew pink where he’d slapped them. He rubbed the area gently. “You okay, Emily?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was strained. She wasn’t sure yet.

  He swatted her again, two times in succession a little lower, closer to her thighs.

  Emily squirmed. The noise she made was not as shocked.

  “Can you take more?” God, how he wanted her to take more. He willed it. She was so perfect in every way. And letting him spank her like this made his dick pulse with need.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was stronger this time. She was losing the fear.

  Now he needed to get her over the hump to where the embarrassment, pain, and fear became pleasure. He spanked one side harder and then a gentler swat on the same cheek.

  This time she moaned.

  Fuck me.

  Two more swats to the other side and she was practically writhing against him, attempting to grind her pussy into his jeans.

  “How are you, Emily?”

  “Good, Sir.” She panted around the words, her torso wiggling against him.

  He spread his legs, forcing her to stretch out more across him and lifting her feet off the ground. Her pussy was now exposed to the space between his thighs which would keep her from getting the pressure she craved. “Can you take more?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her stronger voice held a plea now.

  He’d hoped. But holy mother of God.

  Two more spanks would bring her to the edge and make ten total. He didn’t want to do more this first time. She’d suffered enough. The mental challenge alone had been her undoing. He let those last two land right at the sweet spot where her thighs met her ass, and then he immediately thrust his hand between her legs, spread her soaked pussy open and plunged two fingers into her core.

  Thank goodness he held her down with his other palm on the small of her back because she nearly shot off his lap.

  She screamed at the unexpected contact. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as though she could hold him there.

  And she did. He didn’t remove his fingers. He let her come down from her high a few moments to establish his dominance. She needed to realize what had happened before he let her tip over the edge.

  “Oh God.” She gripped his shins with her hands. “Rider…”

  And then he moved. He fucked her sweet pussy with his fingers fast, spreading the other fingers so his thumb pressed against her rear hole and his pinky landed on her clit.

  It didn’t take long. Very few thrusts brought her to the edge and over.

  Emily screamed again, her body stiffening as she came. Her pussy gripped his fingers, pulsing around them.

  He slowed his motions until she relaxed on his lap, her head lowering as her spine released its tension.

  Shit and damn. She was fucking awesome. He was so fucked.

  ∙•∙

  Emily couldn’t believe what had just happened. She’d let a man she’d only seen on a handful of occasions spank her in her own home. Naked. Across his lap.

  And she’d had an orgasm as a result. Not a small one like she had on the bike unavoidably. But a huge whopper of an orgasm that lasted forever and left her exhausted and dangling across the man’s lap afterward.

  Rider.

  Even his name was growing on her.

  And sated as she was, she needed his cock inside her. No matter how many times she came, that feeling wouldn’t abate until she quenched it, or he did.

  Rider lifted her and turned her body until she sat on his lap, her head tucked against his chest. He was still dressed—again. She was naked—again. This was becoming a habit.

  She grabbed his T-shirt in her fist to have something to ground herself with.

  His chest rose as he spoke. “That won’t work as a punishment again, will it?” He stroked her hair, a chuckle vibrating beneath his pecs.

  She swallowed. “No, Sir,” she mumbled. She knew he would want to hear those words, as difficult as they were to utter.

  He pulled her away a few inches and lifted her chin. “Thank you. That was amazing. You did fantastic, and I’m humbled with the gift of witnessing your first spanking.”

  She felt a flush creep up her face as he praised her for such strange behavior.

  “What would you like me to do next? I can hold you for a while until you return from the subspace. I could cover you with a blanket and leave you alone to process. Or I could pour you a glass of wine to soften the blow of your first spanking.” He lifted a brow in question.

  She squinted at him, thinking he was from another planet. Before she could sensor herself, she blurted out the first thought that came to mind. “Or you could take me to my bedroom, strip off your damn clothes, making us equal, and finally fuck me properly.”

  He hesitated a second, clearly shocked by either her language or her suggestion, and then he dipped his head and stood, holding her against his chest. In less strides than seemed realistically possible, they were in her bedroom. He nearly tossed her on the bed and then kicked off his shoes and went to work on his jeans before she could catch her breath.

  She watched him strip, curious about his choice of jeans first, T-shirt second. She’d seen his cock earlier. She’d yet to take in his chest.

  As soon as he had his pants and underwear tossed to the floor, he whipped his shirt over his head, stunning the fuck out of her.

  He stood motionless at the side of her bed while she perused his chest and shoulders. Besides the fact that he was enormous and built like the fighter she’d learned him to be, he had the most impressive tattoos she’d ever seen. They’d been hidden beneath his T-shirt every time she’d seen him, so this was her first glimpse. She sat straighter.

  Several words in Latin extended down his abs along one side. She had no idea what they said, but whatever it was, it was fucking hot.

  And were those feathers reaching over his shoulders? “Turn around.” Her voice was deep. It didn’t sound like her own.

  Rider smiled and did her bidding.

  Holy smokes. His back was nearly covered with wings. They stretched from the center of his spine up around his shoulders. So, yes, feathers. “That’s fantastic.” She crawled closer and rose onto her knees. When she reached his back, she lifted her hands and laid them on his broad shoulders. “Amazing,” she whispered, smoothing her hands down the wings. They were so professional. She thought he might take flight, as though he’d had this secret identity he’d been hiding from her and he would now transform into an eagle.

  Rider slowly turned toward her, a smile on his face. “You like?”

  “Very much.” She didn’t lose contact with his skin, letting her fingers graze across his middle as he turned. “What does it say?” She traced the letters on his torso.

  “As long as I breathe, I will defend justice.”

  “How perfect.” She lifted her gaze to his.

  “You’re shocked.”

  “A little, yes.” She shrugged, sliding closer to him as he leaned into the mattress. “Not so much about you having tattoos. I sort of expected that. I guess I envisioned you having them in my mind. Though I will say they’re a bit incongruent with your clean-cut, good-boy looks,” she teased. She trailed her fingers up to his shoulders again, unwilling to lose a second of contact with his firm, warm skin. She met his gaze. “What I’m more shocked about is my reaction to them.”

  “And what would that be, my innocent little imp?” He grasped her waist and hauled her closer.

  “I love them. They’re sexy. I’ve never been attracted to tattoos before.”

  “My lucky day.” He closed the distance and took her mouth in a gentle kiss. His thumbs stroked the undersides of her
breasts, bring them back to life after the intense orgasm she’d had.

  She pulled away. “I’m almost afraid to ask this, but how old are you?”

  He chuckled. “Old enough.”

  “I hope that doesn’t mean eighteen or I’m going to sprint across this room and grab a sweatshirt.”

  Now he laughed, and his body shook beneath her fingers. “You don’t have to worry. I’m twenty-five.”

  She exhaled. Thank God. She’d expected approximately that. “I’m a tiny bit older than you.”

  “I know.” He smiled and shrugged.

  “How?”

  He reached up with one hand and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. And then he met her gaze. “Driver’s license. I love it. Don’t fret over numbers, baby. Older women have always appealed to me. I like them to know what they want and not be afraid to ask for it.”

  “I hardly think I fit that description.”

  “Ah, but in a manner of speaking you do.”

  “How do you figure?” She dipped her face into his hand where he stroked her cheek.

  “You may not have a plethora of experience, but you make up for it in confidence and determination. Sure, you get a little nervous when I introduce something new, but that’s simply because you aren’t familiar with the D/s world. Underneath I see some of your true colors.”

  “I have colors?” She giggled.

  “Lots of them. You have a job you love that you’re passionate about. You’re loyal to your friends, allowing yourself to get dragged into a club you know nothing about simply because Virginia asked you to. You have a dead pink vibrator in your bedside table,” he nodded that direction, “which tells me you know how to take care of yourself when a man isn’t around. And your ability to submit to me shows an inner strength that’s insurmountable.” He lowered his hand back to her waist and then stroked under her breasts again. “Only the strongest of personalities can attempt submission. A weak person ends up folding and feeling used instead of powerful.”

  “Shit. You’re sharp.” She reared back to take in his large frame. “I didn’t even know all that.”

  He smiled. “Now, where are those nipple clamps? I told you I was going to use them the next time I saw your tits. And that would be now. Enough chatting. You’re supposed to be learning submission. I’m supposed to be instructing you. At the rate you’re picking it up, you won’t need me very long. You’ll have a Dom eating out of your hand sooner than I’m ready to let you go.”