The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  “Two more, baby.” A firm swat landed on both cheeks, right at the crack.

  “Nine.”

  “Good girl. Can you take one more? Your voice is getting weak.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He landed the last blow so low she left the vibrations clear inside her.

  She opened her mouth to say the final word, but the oxygen rushed from her lungs instead when he plunged two fingers into her channel and continued to fuck her mercilessly with those fingers, holding her hip with his free hand.

  Emily moaned so loud, it shocked her. Her knees shook. She gripped the padding with her fingers wrapped around the edges of their supports.

  Again and again he thrust into her, letting his thumb land on her clit with each pass. “Come for me, Em. Come for everyone watching. Show them how gorgeous you are when you orgasm.”

  She couldn’t stop it. Even though his words were filled with ideas that should have made her pause, there was no way to keep from obeying his command. She came, pulsing around his fingers as he pressed them deep and held them there, curling them forward to stroke across her G-spot as she gripped them.

  When she was done, she couldn’t move. As usual, Rider had stripped her of all sense of time and place. She didn’t care about anything but the way she felt, wrung out, sated, and so so happy.

  He lifted her off the bench and wrapped a soft blanket around her, cocooning her against his chest.

  She set her cheek against his firm pecs and closed her eyes, not caring where he was going or what happened next.

  Surprisingly he led her to a row of couches and sat. He smoothed the hair from her face as she peeked through barely open lids at him. “That was so beautiful, baby. I’m so proud of you. And in such awe.” He held her tighter. Someone must have handed him a bottle of water because he tipped it to her lips next. “Drink.”

  She swallowed the cool liquid, guzzling nearly all of it.

  “Good girl.” He set the bottle aside and stroked her face, meeting her gaze. “You’re amazing.”

  She gave a wan smile back, not quite able to speak.

  Still he held her. “I can’t believe you controlled the evening like that.” He shook his head. “I was going to do a scene with you. It wouldn’t have been that intense. But you asked for it.”

  “I did,” she muttered.

  “You’re mine.”

  She squeezed him around the waist with her one free hand. “Mmm. Or you’re mine.”

  Epilogue

  Three weeks later…

  Rider watched as Emily hopped out of the bedroom, pulling on one high heel and holding the other one in her hand. “Do you know where I put my phone?”

  He held it up. He was already by the door, leaning on the frame. He didn’t mind watching her rush around. He was used to it. She’d been staying at his house most nights lately, and he’d grown accustomed to her routine. She seemed to enjoy waiting until the last minute to get ready for whatever they had planned and then rushing around like a crazy woman to be on time.

  How had he not noticed this about her in the first few weeks he’d known her?

  She almost twisted an ankle getting her second shoe on while holding the wall leading down the hall. “Right. Okay. And my purse?”

  He held it up next, smiling at her lovely flustered self.

  She stood tall then and grinned back at him. “How did I ever get any place before I met you?”

  “I have no idea. Been wondering that myself for a few weeks now. Ready?”

  She took a deep breath. “Yes.”

  As she strode his direction, he pushed away from the door. When she reached his side, he kissed her lips. “You look fantastic as usual.”

  She flushed. “Thank you.”

  “Turn around,” he ordered.

  She spun in a circle, holding her arms out to the sides. “Approve?”

  “Of course.” The dress was perfect. Sexy and fitted in all the right places without being so revealing that she would be nervous in public.

  He reached for the doorknob and then turned back around. Without warning, he eased his hand under her skirt and slid his fingers between her legs, a smile spreading across his lips. “Good girl.” He dropped the skirt and brought his finger to his mouth to suck her juices off the tip. He lifted one brow. “You okay like that?”

  “Yes.” She flushed a deeper red. “I can do it.”

  He turned back around and opened the door. Secretly he had a pair of her panties in his pocket in case she got uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted to do was make her regret leaving the house so bare beneath her dress tonight.

  They took the Corvette. Rider drove smoothly through the streets with Emily sitting silently at his side. When he pulled up at her parents’ house, he turned the engine off and faced her. “You okay?” he asked again. He took her face in both hands.

  “Yes.”

  “Nervous.”

  “As much as I would be no matter what man I brought home to Mom and Dad.”

  “Okay.” He set his forehead against hers. “As long as it’s not more than that.”

  “Nope. I’m good.”

  “They aren’t boyfriend-eating vultures are they?”

  She giggled. “Nope. Just regular parents.”

  “Then we’ll be fine.” He released her. “At least I won’t have to spank you in your childhood bedroom for wearing panties to dinner.”

  Her mouth dropped open.

  “Kidding, baby. Geez. A little faith.” They’d agreed to be as honest as possible with her family, omitting only their fetish tendencies. They would have to face that truth eventually, but not tonight.

  He stepped from the car and rounded the hood to help her out her side.

  She held his arm as they approached the front door. When they got there, she reached to turn the knob as the door opened from the inside.

  An older version of Emily with thick blonde curls to match smiled warmly at them. “You’re here. Come in.” She stepped back as a man reached her side and squeezed her shoulders.

  “Mom. Dad. This is Rider.” She released his hand as she stepped farther in to close the door.

  “Greg,” her father said as he reached out to take Rider’s offered hand.

  “Nice to meet you. Emily has told me so much about you.” He turned to her mother next as she too reached to shake his hand.

  “Sara.” She stepped back. “Come on into the living room. Your brother should be here shortly. He’s running late,” Sara said over her shoulder toward Emily.

  They hadn’t mentioned to Mike yet that Rider was actually the cop who’d pulled him over a month ago. Rider knew Emily was nervous about explaining that one. She’d decided not to lie. She would admit she’d already been dating Rider, but hadn’t wanted Mike to know it yet. Hopefully Mike would find their strange interaction that day humorous.

  Emily led Rider to a loveseat and pulled him down beside her. She wrapped her arm around his bicep. She squeezed him a bit hard.

  “So, Emily tells us you’re a cop,” Greg began.

  “Yes.”

  “And you were the one who figured out who Claire’s dealer was.”

  “I was, sir. So sorry for your loss. I hope getting that man off the streets gives you both at least a small amount of peace.”

  “It does. Thank you.” Sara sat on the couch at her husband’s side. “We really appreciate your help.”

  “And you’re an MMA fighter too?” Greg asked.

  “Yes, Amateur. I love the sport and it’s a good work out.”

  “I used to box a little myself when I was young.” He turned toward Sara. “Before I met Sara. My knees couldn’t take it.”

  “That can happen to a lot of people. I’ve been fortunate so far.” Rider was pleasantly surprised by how perfectly at home Emily’s parents made him feel.

  Sara grinned so big, he knew she was pleased. “I’m so happy for you,” she said to Emily. “I haven’t seen you smile like that in months.”
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br />   Emily leaned into Rider closer, holding him tight. “Thanks, Mom. I’m very happy.” She lifted her gaze to meet Rider’s. Her eyes were filled with love. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Even if I was in third grade when he was born.”

  Both her parents laughed, and then her father shrugged. “Eh, age is just a number. If you love someone, who really cares?”

  Love.

  Rider hadn’t said that little word to her yet.

  Emily hadn’t said it either.

  He’d come close several times. But it had never seemed like quite the right moment.

  Soon, he told himself. Tonight. As soon as he had her alone, he would tell her how he felt. He knew he’d shown her without words for weeks, but it was time to put syllables behind his actions. Life was too short to hold back what he felt.

  And Lord knew he loved this woman.

  Her eyes twinkled with what he knew was a reflection of his own feelings. She loves me too.

  He smiled at her and lowered his lips to kiss her sweetly. They were at her parents’ house after all, but somehow he didn’t think she’d mind.

  And clearly she didn’t. Far from it. She lifted one hand to cup his cheek and returned the kiss wholeheartedly. When she finally pulled away, he was stunned and speechless.

  His woman, however, had bested him again. She winked and turned back to say something else to her parents he couldn’t hear over the ringing in his ears from her public affection.

  Yep. Things were going to work out splendidly for them. All they’d needed was a little faith.

  Hers

  Chapter One

  Thwack.

  Kayla flinched. She couldn’t help it. No matter how many times she watched someone get flogged, she jerked with every crack of the whip.

  Her skin tingled as she leaned against the corner of the wall and gripped it with both hands. She felt the flush that rose quickly up her cheeks as Gage expertly swatted the naked submissive two more times and then soothed the pink lines running along the woman’s butt with his fingers.

  Kayla squeezed her legs together, well aware of the reaction toward Gage that left her wet, needy, and panting. She ignored those results, as always, and concentrated on the intense feeling of relief she would be able to obtain if she let Gage flog her.

  She craved the submission. The release. It was imbedded deep inside her. She’d known it for several years, at least as long as she’d been aware of the fetish world. Hell, she craved the sex too, but that was an entirely different topic. And Kayla intended to keep the two desires separate, mutually exclusive. She had to for self-preservation.

  She’d done two spanking scenes with him recently, and she knew he was interested in doing more with her, but she was hesitant. He’d pursued her on several occasions. She feared his interest lay a bit deeper than what she was willing or able to give him.

  Right now, Kayla wanted to do a scene. It had been a few weeks since she’d done a scene with Gage. The first time, she approached him. He readily agreed to spank her and set her up on a bench to do so. It was the best domination of her life. She was shocked by the contrast with her former Dom.

  The second time, he came to her. The twinkle in his eye told her he was interested in more than just a scene. That scared her to death. Almost as much as the flogging she watched intently now.

  Gage swatted the sub several more times, reaching lower to cross her thighs with pink lines. The woman moaned. She held firmly to the rope loops at the top of the St. Andrew’s cross and leaned into the cross with each swish of the flogger.

  Kayla watched every reaction, her attention flitting from Gage to the sub and back, over and over. The submissive let her mouth fall open and her head dip back. Her shoulder-length, brown hair hung loose across her back. She dipped one knee forward with each swat. Her legs had started at shoulder width apart, but they’d inched closer.

  Gage lowered the flogger and leaned toward the submissive, whispering in her ear. The woman nodded, her mouth closing, a small smile tipping up the corners.

  Kayla’s pussy leaked. There was no denying she wished she could be at the receiving end of this flogging. Was it Gage? Or did she simply want to be flogged? It had been years since she’d allowed herself to do anything so intense. Not since Simon.

  Just thinking his name made her stiffen. Asshole.

  Gage proceeded, and the woman on the cross hummed as lines of submission multiplied across her pale skin. Every few strikes, he paused to stroke the woman’s skin. He had the perfect combination of caring and domination.

  As he finished and wrapped the submissive in a blanket, Kayla took a deep breath. She needed this. She needed the release a flogging would bring her, something more intense than a simple spanking. All her pent-up anxiety would ooze from her body if she could only bring herself to ask someone to flog her.

  Not that there were choices to be made. The only man she trusted right now was Gage, and that trust was dubious. Hell, he had no idea she paid such close attention to him. At least she didn’t think so.

  What she knew for certain was he was kind and gentle while yielding his flogger, something she needed and craved. The fact her pussy clenched every time she watched him was inconsequential. He didn’t need to know he had that effect on her. She had no intention of pursuing that side of things. She could fuck anyone. But this, this domination, was a different story. She would never permit a random Dom to flog her.

  Of course, the fucking part was ludicrous also. She hadn’t had sex since Simon either, and she had no intention of giving that piece of herself away to anyone. It was one thing to let someone ease her stress with a spanking. It was an entirely different thing to open herself up to someone emotionally through sex. No thank you.

  There was nothing random about Gage. He worked at the police department where she was a secretary. And the reality was, Kayla trusted cops. Her dad had been a cop. He’d been killed in the line of duty right after she graduated from high school, but she’d spent her life hanging around the station. The chief of police, John Edwards, was like a second father to her. She adored him, and she was blessed that he not only took her under his wing, but took her back into the fold without a question when she returned to Vegas two years ago.

  Even though Gage was a K-9 trainer, not a police officer, he had the aura of being an upstanding citizen by default. The fact that he worked for the department made her feel safer with him than any other Dom.

  At least a few times a day she interacted with him, exchanging pleasantries when he passed by the front desk. Even though she didn’t know him well, which was her fault for remaining distant, she knew he was a good guy. Everyone in the station adored him. He treated his dog as if the German shepherd were royalty. And on more than one occasion the chief of police had given her a look that said she should go after him.

  Ludicrous. She wasn’t interested in going after anyone. But if Chief Edwards gave him the stamp of approval, she knew she would be in good hands.

  “Kayla?”

  She jerked her head up when she heard the deep voice that reached inside her and made her body vibrate. Apparently she hadn’t been paying attention because the woman he’d flogged was gone, and Gage now stood inches from her, his brow raised in question. “Oh, hey. That was lovely. I enjoy your work.” She said the first thing that popped into her mind, wanting to kick herself afterward.

  He smiled. “Lovely?”

  She winced. “You know, nice.” Yes, because that’s so much better.

  “Did you want to do a scene with me?” he asked, stepping closer. He reached out with one hand and set it on hers, peeling her fingers from the corner of the wall, obviously more aware of her rigid stance than she was.

  She lowered her gaze. Do it. “That would be nice.” There’s that word again. She lifted her face and met his gaze. “I mean if you don’t have anyone else scheduled, I’d appreciate a slot of your time tonight.”

  He lifted one side of his mouth higher. “A s
lot of my time?” He chuckled. “Kayla, all you have to do is ask. I’m all yours.” He squeezed her hand and finished prying it from the wall. “What did you have in mind?”

  She glanced around him toward the vacated cross. Where did the woman go?

  “You want me to flog you? Like I just did for Kristen?” He still held her hand, and he lifted his other hand to nudge her chin up with one finger.

  She met his gaze and swallowed back her fear, hoping to replace it with courage. “Yes, Sir.”

  He set his thumb on her chin and held her. His gaze narrowed. “Have you been flogged before? I’ve never seen you do that.”

  “Yes, Sir. It’s been a while.” Years.

  “And you’re sure you’re up for it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He glanced at the clipboard on the wall behind him. “Well, it looks like no one else has scheduled this area right now.”

  She nodded, stepping back a pace to dislodge his fingers. She needed to lower her gaze and regroup. It was happening fast. That was a good thing. The more she thought about it, the more likely she would be to chicken out. “Please, Sir.” Her voice was weak. It matched her resolve. But she pulled her shoulders back and stood taller to make up for her voice with her stance.

  ∙•∙

  Gage stared at the woman before him. He’d pursued her for weeks. He was drawn to her at first by her smile. It lit up the room, though she didn’t smile often. Her long blonde curls bounced when she walked, and he would swear she was a true blonde. He hadn’t had the opportunity yet to be certain, but his heart pounded at the possibility he might get his wish tonight.

  Kayla didn’t talk much. They worked at the same police station, so he saw her nearly every day, but they usually only exchanged a few sentences. She came to the club often, but she was quiet there also, at least quieter than most women. She had friends he often saw her hanging out with, but none seemed to be super close to her.