The Fight Club - Boxed Set
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She did, but that didn’t help her much. The act felt taboo even though she’d enjoyed it before. Letting herself go enough to loosen the muscles in that area was hard.
Rider was patient. He didn’t say a word for several minutes while he continued to circle her ass and press on the hole. Finally he spoke, “You’re too tight, baby. Release the muscles. Let me in.”
She breathed deeply, long drawn inhales, followed by a long exhale.
“That’s it. So good. Just feel.” His finger was right there. She couldn’t deny him anything. She let her ass cheeks settle, and he took the first opportunity to slide his finger inside. “God, baby. So damn tight.” He twisted his finger around in circles.
She tightened her legs and dug her heels into the mattress.
Rider leaned over her, his face closer to hers. She could feel his breath on her mouth as she let her eyes flutter open. He pressed his thumb into her pussy as he held her gaze.
She stiffened, clutching the rungs of the headboard as she reacted to the dual intrusion.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes…”
“You want more, baby?”
“Yes…”
“What happened to your manners?” He smirked.
“Yes, Sir.” She squirmed against his fingers. Neither was big enough to satisfy her completely.
“I want you to flip over onto all fours for me and wait.”
She nodded.
He removed his fingers slowly and climbed off the bed while she struggled to get her legs and arms to comply with his command.
When she lifted her gaze to one side, she found him coming back into the room from the attached bath. He held a box of wipes and was cleaning his fingers with one of them. He paused to look at her. “I love you in this position.”
“Apparently, Sir.” He’d demanded it of her many times already.
He opened the bedside table and pulled out a vibrator. He held it up for her to see. It was bigger than her pink one, the one with the dead batteries at her condo.
Rider crawled back up behind her and nudged her legs apart. “Spread wide for me, baby.” He set the vibrator down, letting it land against her knee, and then he took her butt cheeks in his palms.
She was slick everywhere. Even though she’d been on her back while he massaged oil into her skin, somehow he was able to reach around now and drag the oil from her thighs and pussy to her ass cheeks. He pulled them apart over and over. Finally, he released her.
She heard the tear of a condom wrapper. He hadn’t used one the last time they had sex. Why now?
“I’m going to take your ass, baby.”
Right. She clenched her cheeks at the announcement. She’d known on some level where this was heading, but it made her nervous when actually spoken aloud.
Rider lined his cock up with her rear entrance and held her hip steady with one hand. “Use your safe word if it gets to be too much.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“What is it?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now relax. It won’t hurt if you don’t fight against it. Trust me?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice wasn’t as strong that time. In theory she trusted him with her life, but in practice she was extremely nervous about this new summit.
He stroked his cock across her hole while she tried to relax. He released her hip with his other hand and smoothed it around to her front where he thumbed her clit, making her hum deep in her throat. “That’s it, baby. Feel my fingers on your pussy. So good.”
Emily rocked into his touch, pressing against his cock and suddenly wanting it inside her. She let go of the clench she held and pushed toward him.
“Easy, baby. I’ll control this.” The tip of his cock slipped inside, stretching her beyond what she’d thought possible.
She flinched and gritted her teeth against the intrusion, but held steady and concentrated on the fullness inside her ass.
Rider slipped farther in. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was weak.
“I’m going to push the rest of the way in and then let your body get accustomed to my cock.” He thrust home without pausing.
Emily inhaled sharply as he filled her tight channel. She swayed away from him, but he leaned into the motion.
He stroked her ass cheek with one hand and her clit with the other. And then his fingers were inside her pussy.
Emily moaned at the addition of his fingers. “Oh. God. Rider.” So full.
But he pulled them out and grabbed her hips with both hands to pull most of the way out of her ass and push back in. A deep noise escaped from his throat as he slipped slowly in and out again.
She loosened up to the feeling. It was different from anything else she’d experienced, but she didn’t dislike it.
And then one of his hands was gone and she heard a low humming noise.
The vibrator.
Before she could fully grasp his intention, Rider eased the dildo into her pussy.
“Ohh.” She rocked backward.
“That’s it, baby. Let me make it good.”
Good was an understatement. Her brain cells scrambled as he twisted the vibrator inside her, the device rubbing against his cock through the thin barrier to her tight channel.
When he started to move again, driving his cock in and out of her, she lost herself in the sensations and came without warning.
“Jesus, baby,” he muttered, slowing the pace inside her ass.
When her orgasm subsided, he pulled out the vibrator and his cock, grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back.
Her legs fell open on their own. She watched as he removed the condom, wrapped it in a wipe and tossed it to the floor. And then he was over her, taking her hands in his and lifting them up beside her head. He threaded their fingers intimately.
Rider met her gaze. “Now we can do it your way.”
Before she could think what he meant, he thrust into her, deep and hard, his cock reaching farther than seemed possible and the base landing roughly against her sensitive clit.
Emily groaned and her eyes rolled back as he set up a pace she couldn’t keep up with. She lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around his ass to hold on.
Rider lowered his mouth and claimed her lips in a kiss that matched the thrusting of his cock. His tongue copied the action, plunging into her over and over.
Her arousal rose sharply back to take her to the edge she’d gone over moments before.
She needed more.
Rider gave her more, more of him, more of herself. When he finally shattered inside her, he took her with him. She cascaded over the edge into bliss, feeling as though she were literally falling from someplace very high.
Every time they had sex, he obliterated her and left her weak and wrung out. This time was no different.
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Emily woke up hours later to the sound of soft music and the smell of coffee. She struggled to lift herself off the sheets, smiling down at the mess they’d made of the bed. The sheets were slick with oil, and her skin was nearly plastered to them. It hadn’t prevented her from sleeping like a rock, however.
She glanced at the clock. It was almost noon.
Rider appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a smirk on his face. “Thought you might sleep all day.”
“I wish I could. I’m worn out. Somebody has a way of zapping all my energy.”
He smiled wider. “Glad to oblige. Now get yourself in the shower and meet me in the kitchen. We have stuff to do today.”
She lifted a brow. “Don’t you have to work?”
“Nope. They cut me some slack for tonight since I was out all last night. Another guy is covering for me.” He left the room.
Her body seemed to have lost all muscle memory. She could hardly lift herself to pad across the room. When she finally made it to the bathroom, she flipped on the shower and leaned against the glass door to wait for it to warm up.
She froze. There were two sets of everything. One was clearly Rider’s. The other was an exact duplicate of what she had at home. She almost cried. Her throat actually closed as though she were choking and her hands shook as she lifted the shampoo bottle from the shelf.
Her man was so fucking sensitive and thoughtful.
When she finished and flipped off the water, she turned to find Rider leaning against the bathroom counter. “Feel better?”
She opened the door and he handed her a towel.
His feet were crossed at the ankles. He wore the same thing he’d had on when she woke up—low-riding jeans and nothing else. She licked her lips and let her gaze slide down his enormous pecs to his slim waist. She’d never tire of looking at his body. She hadn’t had a chance to reverently explore the Latin words written on his side…
Not the least bit concerned with her nudity, she dried her body and wrapped the towel around her hair.
Rider stared at her, his mouth spread in a smile. “I think I like you here…in my home…in my bathroom…in my bed.”
“When did you buy me shower supplies?”
“Over a week ago. The same day I bought you this.” He held up a long slender box.
She couldn’t move. “You got me a gift?” Holy shit. He was serious.
“Yep. Can we be done arguing and fighting? My heart can’t take another week of that kind of torture. I’ll readily admit I was wrong. Can we move on?”
“Wrong about what?”
“Wrong about women and dating.” He stepped closer until only an inch separated them. He tipped her chin up. “I need you. I’m not saying women aren’t a pain in the ass. You’ve had my heart on the rollercoaster ride of a lifetime, but I also loved every second of it. I wouldn’t change anything. Please say you’ll be mine.”
“I am yours. I have been since the moment you sat at my table and demanded I remove my panties.”
Rider released her chin and opened the slender box. “Will you wear this for me?”
Inside sat a dainty silver chain with a tiny heart locket. She sucked in a breath and set a hand on her chest. “It’s beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He picked it up from the blue padding and set the box on the counter. “I like to think of it as a symbol of your commitment to me as a submissive. It’s not a collar. No one will question it. It’s just a symbol. Will you wear it?” He repeated the question a second time.
“I will, Sir.”
Rider slid the necklace around her neck and circled behind her to clasp the lock.
She stared at it in the mirror and then removed the towel from her head and set it on the counter to move closer and see how it looked with her hair down. She reached with one hand to finger the delicate chain and locket. “I love it.”
Rider slid his hands around her from behind and pulled her against him. “You’re beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head.
Her nipples came to attention, pebbling as she watched in the mirror.
But Rider didn’t turn the sweet moment into something sexual. Instead, he released her and stepped back. “We have places to go. You’d better get dressed.”
She stared after him as he left the bathroom, wondering what the hell he had in mind for the day. A lazy day on the sofa would be perfect for her. But apparently that wasn’t in the plans.
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Ten hours later, after a whirlwind day of lunch, stopping at Emily’s place to get clean clothes, shopping at the same fetish shop she’d been to before under the direction of Danielle, and a fantastic romantic dinner, Emily stepped into Extreme on Rider’s arm.
She was refreshed. As tired as she’d been earlier, she was now invigorated.
And she had a plan that would make their night very interesting. If Rider thought he could control everything in her life, he was sadly mistaken.
Emily Townsend still held a few of the cards and she intended to play them well tonight.
Rider led her around the club, greeting various people, including most of The Fight Club and several of their submissives. Katy and Jenna were overjoyed to see her with Rider.
When he finally led her away from the crowd and onto the dance floor, he had a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face. “You’ve made me very happy. And the guys are going to razz me about this for years.”
“Guess you shouldn’t have been so cocky about your bachelor status for all these years.”
He set a hand on her ass and squeezed it roughly through the thin silk material of the black dress she wore.
He’d picked it out himself earlier in the day, making her model it for him at the shop. He’d been very pleased with himself. And she knew he was about to get a stunning shock.
“I want you to do a scene with me tonight,” he said as he grazed his palm up her back and pressed it between her shoulder blades to bring her closer. He swayed to the music, leaning right and left as he led her around their section of the floor.
“Hmm,” she responded. “Do I get to pick?”
He snickered. “Hell, no. You don’t get to pick. I’m the Dom in this relationship.”
She smiled. “I bet I get to pick.”
He furrowed his brow. “What makes you think that?”
“You’ll see.” She set her cheek against his silk black shirt, the same material as her dress. And then she waited.
“Imp. Whatever you’re up to, get it out of your head. I’m in charge here.” His voice was firm, but laughter lined the edge of it.
“Mm hmm,” she added.
Suddenly Rider rushed her across the floor. He had her back against the far wall so fast, her breath whooshed out. Her feet barely touched the ground the entire way, which was good considering the height of her heels.
His lips were on hers in an instant, his knee nudging hers to separate. He planted his thigh between her legs and lifted her nearly off the floor with pressure against her pussy. His hands roamed down her body, squeezing her breasts and plucking her nipples through the silk as they made their way lower until he gripped her hips and still lower until he eased both hands under her dress and reached for her center.
And then he froze. His lips stopped moving. He lifted his face off hers, shock registering in his eyes for a flash before he shook his head. “You naughty little girl.”
“Told you.”
He grabbed the thong she’d worn with both hands and yanked the thin strip of material free of her body. “You did this on purpose? To goad me?”
“Of course. I like to make life interesting.”
“I’m going to have to spank you. You know that.”
“I was hoping.”
“Is that so?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip between her teeth.
“You do realize I’m not going to wait until we get home, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He took deep breaths, staring at her hard. And then he stood straight and took her hand. He stuffed the ruined thong into his pocket as he led her from the dance floor. He rounded to the front desk and stopped short of Harper. “Stay here,” he commanded, releasing her to talk to the front door man.
She watched as he and Harper looked over the books and agreed on what location was available for whatever Rider had in mind.
Rider returned to her side and took her hand again.
Harper had a smirk on his face to match the one she’d seen on Rider earlier.
Maybe she’d gone too far? She didn’t think so. She trusted him.
He didn’t stop until he came to a free cove where members could book a scene. Apparently it had been available, and Rider had penned himself in for right now.
Emily glanced around him. A bench sat in the center.
Rider led
her toward it, stopped, and turned to face her. “I’m going to spank you now.”
She nodded. Her heart beat wildly out of control, but she wanted this. She’d goaded him to do it.
“You’ll lie face down on the bench and do as I say.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Before she could think too hard, Rider lifted her off the ground and lay her belly first across the bench. Her knees landed on soft padded sections, the same as her elbows. “I expect you to remain still while I swat your naughty ass.”
“Yes, Sir.” She shivered with the anticipation and turned her face toward the far wall so she wouldn’t be quite as aware of the spectators. This was a huge step for her. And she wanted to do it for Rider, and for herself.
Rider circled around her several times, his hand grazing over her skin in multiple places every few seconds.
She tried to calm her racing heart, but it was useless. Her skin heated everywhere he touched her.
Finally, he stopped behind her and set his hands on her spread thighs. He pushed the silky skirt up the backs of her legs, across her ass, and higher up her waist until it was trapped bunched up under her breasts, leaving her ass and pussy wide open to anyone’s view.
She shivered again at the cool air, the anticipation, and the voyeuristic sensation. She couldn’t believe how far she’d come to do this sort of scene in just a few weeks.
And then his hand was on her ass, molding it and caressing it repeatedly. “I’m going to start now. You will count out loud for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The first spank took her by surprise, firm and quick. “Count, sub.”
“One,” she squeaked out.
He swatted her other cheek.
“Two.” She pursed her lips against the burn.
Again. This time lower, closer to her thighs.
“Three.”
By the time he got to eight, she was on fire, her skin heated from both his hand and her arousal. It was amazing how badly she wanted him to take her right there in public. Her pussy tightened. She could concentrate on nothing other than the feel of his hand and the throbbing need inside her. And he was right. She loved the way it felt. So freeing. If only he would let her come.