The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  The usual man was also at the front desk, Harper. He shook the men’s hands and nodded at the women. He too raised an eyebrow when he saw the way Gage held Kayla’s hand, but he didn’t say anything.

  Kayla separated from Gage in the hall and followed the women to the locker room to change.

  It felt strange coming to a place she’d been to more times than she could count over the last few years and yet doing it on the arm of a Dom. Not just any Dom, but Gage. She quickly changed into the sexiest dress she owned, wanting to impress him. It was a deep purple and it fit skintight, draping over one shoulder. It was made of two types of material in the same color. Half of it was a solid fabric that spiraled around her body, sweeping over her shoulder, across her chest, and then circling one hip to come around the back and encase her bottom. The final section reached around the front just far enough to cover her sex. In between the solid material was a mesh in the same shade of purple.

  When Kayla stepped in front of the mirror to slip her black heels back on, she paused for a moment. She’d purchased the dress on a whim over a year ago, but she’d never actually worn it to the club. She loved how it fit and how she felt in it. But was it too much for tonight? The most provocative part was that she couldn’t wear anything under it. No bra. No panties. Either item would show, and likewise it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to realize she wore neither.

  Kayla was still staring at herself, pondering her choice when Emily came up behind her. She whistled. “Shit, girl. You look fantastic.”

  Kayla flushed. “You think? It’s not too much?”

  Katy stepped around the corner next. “Damn. Too much? Too much what? Material?” She fingered the strap at Kayla’s shoulder. “That is smokin’ hot on you. Gage is gonna drop his eyeballs.”

  Kayla squirmed, tugging on the hem. She wasn’t quite as sure. It wasn’t that she didn’t agree with the other women’s assessment. She did. Even her boobs looked fantastic the way they were encased behind the solid purple, leaving little to the imagination. But was this a good choice for tonight?

  Not that she could back down. She didn’t have any other options besides the jean skirt she’d worn at the arena.

  Jenna stepped up next. “Don’t doubt yourself on this one. It’s perfect.”

  Kayla turned and smiled at the women. “Thanks. For everything. For taking me with you and treating me like one of the gang. I appreciate your friendship, even before I’ve earned it.”

  Jenna dabbed at her eyes. “Stop it. I’m gonna cry.”

  “Yeah,” Emily added, “Gage has had the hots for you for a long time. If he likes you, we knew the rest of us would too. You have nothing to prove.”

  He’s had the hots for me for a long time. And everyone knew about it? Wow.

  “Let’s go.” Katy turned to head for the door.

  Kayla followed the others, taking the rear, hoping like hell she was making the right choice.

  Trusting Gage with her body was easy. She already knew he was a fantastic Dom and an upstanding citizen. She could submit to him easily. But trusting him with her heart? That was an entirely different thing. She didn’t trust anyone to that level. Because she didn’t trust herself enough.

  Chapter Eight

  Gage was stunned speechless when Kayla walked toward him. He’d never seen her in anything close to the dress she wore. Sexy didn’t begin to describe her. In fact, he stared at her from his seat with his jaw hanging open.

  Finally, he found a brain cell and jumped up from his seat.

  “I told her she rocked this dress,” Emily said from the other side of the table.

  Gage heard Emily giggling, but he didn’t take his gaze off Kayla.

  The woman bit her lower lip in between her teeth on one side.

  He wrapped an arm around her middle and hauled her in close. He set his lips on her ear and whispered for only her to hear. “You look amazing, baby.” He flattened his hand and ran it down her back and across her ass to prove what he already knew—she wore nothing underneath the dress.

  Gage swallowed as he stepped over one chair so Kayla could take the seat he’d been in.

  She sat, but timidly, crossing her legs and tugging on the hemline of the dress. There was no way her ass was covered against the chair, making Gage stifle a moan.

  He’d lusted after this woman forever it seemed, and here she was on his arm at his club wearing the sexiest dress in the room.

  She lowered her gaze to her lap and fidgeted with her hands until he set one hand over hers and squeezed, holding them both with his own. “I got you a water. Wasn’t sure what you might want.”

  “Water’s good. Thanks.”

  They hadn’t discussed the particulars of what their roles would be with each other, and Gage found himself not giving a fuck as long as she was next to him. He’d always thought he needed a nice submissive woman at his side, but suddenly that didn’t seem as important as having Kayla at his side. She was certainly submissive, but not like other women. She wasn’t a twenty-four-seven type of submissive for sure.

  Gage wanted her more than anything, but he also didn’t want to fuck this up. And forcing her to be demure didn’t suit her. He would do any scene with her she requested, but he couldn’t visualize pulling her around by a chain or having her sit at his feet. He wanted her to be whole. She’d been through something very traumatic. Whatever it was, he wanted to eradicate it.

  One by one, the others drifted away to dance, chat with other couples, or do a scene.

  When Gage was finally alone with Kayla, he turned to face her. He still held her hands in his, stroking her fingers with his thumb. “You’re nervous.”

  She lifted her gaze and licked her lips. “Yeah. Is it super obvious?”

  “Not to anyone else, probably.” He winked. “I’m astute.”

  “That in and of itself makes me nervous. Nothing gets by you.”

  “Relax. Tell me, what makes you nervous? Are you uncomfortable with anything I’ve done?”

  “No. Of course not.” She shook her head.

  Determined to lessen the mystery, he pressed further, “Are you afraid of doing a scene with me?”

  “No.”

  “Last time we were here, it didn’t go so well. We don’t have to do anything at all. If you want, we can just sit here and talk. Or we can dance. Or we can procure a public scene, or even a private one if you’d like. Your call.”

  She balled her fingers tighter. “I don’t know what I want.”

  The honesty he saw in her wide eyes when she lifted her head brought him down a notch.

  “Perhaps you’d like me to take the reins and Dom for you for the rest of the evening. Take the choices out of your control?”

  She sucked her bottom lip under in a way that made him fight against a groan. “That would be nice, Sir.”

  Instantly she was in the role.

  “Trust me to make good choices, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her head tipped down in the way of submissives. Her shoulders visibly relaxed.

  Damn.

  Everything with her was a guessing game, but he clearly judged this one right. She needed to submit, let someone else control things. Not make any of her own decisions for a while.

  He could do that.

  Fuck, yes. He could do that.

  He just hoped he could control his dick at the same time and not scare the shit out of her.

  ∙•∙

  “Let’s dance.” Gage stood, managing to lift Kayla with him simply by gripping her fists.

  She easily moved beside him, relaxing into the feel of his hand at the small of her back as he led her through the bar area and toward the dance floor.

  She’d never danced with anyone at Extreme before. Dancing always felt more intimate somehow. Absurd considering she didn’t hesitate to lift her skirt for a spanking, but nevertheless, the closeness of moving to the music with a man made her feel completely different.

  With Gage, that difference was easy. He
stepped onto the floor, folded her hands over his shoulders, wrapped his own around her middle, and swayed to the slow song that played in the background.

  There were dozens of people on the floor, some moving more than others. Many were simply making out in their spot. Kayla ignored them to be in the moment with Gage. She let her gaze land on his chest and wished she’d chosen another spot immediately. His black T-shirt was tight across his pecs, and those pecs were damn fine. She almost moaned thinking of seeing them bared earlier at the fight.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  She lifted her face, glad for the reason to shift her gaze, but concerned about what she would find when she met Gage’s. Or worse, what he would read in her eyes.

  “Love the dress, baby.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He chuckled. Though she had no idea why he found it funny when she called him Sir.

  He pulled her closer and tipped his head toward hers. “You’re not wearing anything under it.”

  She held her breath. Would he think it was an invitation? She stiffened. How stupid of her. Of course he would. And hell, subconsciously it probably had been.

  “Don’t freak. I’m just making an observation. It’s sexy as hell.” He stroked her hip through a section of the dress that was mesh, almost see-through. “The color makes your skin creamier.”

  She didn’t respond. It was hard enough to hold his gaze. The intensity always present in him made her squirm inwardly. Her pussy grew wet at the tone of his voice.

  Gage’s gaze turned darker, his eyes narrowing. And he backed her up until she landed against the far wall. It was darker in the corner away from the center of the room. “I just had a revelation.”

  “Oh.” That couldn’t be good. His revelations were always way too accurate.

  “When you submitted in the past, did it always involve spanking or flogging?”

  “Usually.”

  “For punishment?”

  She swallowed. Fear crawled up her spine. She didn’t move or respond.

  Gage waited for an answer, taking a deep inhale.

  “Not in the beginning,” she finally muttered. And that was true. In the early days, she loved the way Simon treated her. He’d bind her to their bed and fuck her until she cried out with her orgasm. He would arrange her just how he wanted her and make her beg for release. That was how she knew she enjoyed the kink. And then things gradually changed…

  Gage shifted his gaze back and forth between her eyes, from one to the other. He held her hips tighter and stroked her hipbones with his thumbs. “And then things changed.” He didn’t ask a question. He simply made a statement.

  She nodded. Things changed all right. For the worse. Slowly, over time, until she couldn’t recognize herself anymore, and she didn’t know when it happened. There was no defining moment when she stopped being one person and became another. It just happened. Exactly as Simon intended. With precision and the passage of time.

  “I think your understanding of submission is not only skewed, but doesn’t suit you.”

  “What do you mean?” she whispered, not at all sure she wanted to hear his response.

  “I mean, you think you’re a pain sub. You think you need the pain to get release.”

  She furrowed her brow, puzzled. Wasn’t she?

  “I disagree.”

  What did that mean?

  He licked his lips, drawing her attention to the fullness of them and wishing he would stop talking and use them on her. And where the hell did that come from?

  He didn’t seem poised to continue, and that made her tense. “Aren’t I?” she prompted. She did get release from a spanking. Hell, she could also get it from a beating, but she wasn’t going to state that out loud.

  “I’m not saying you don’t enjoy being spanked, or even flogged. I’m just suggesting you consider another possibility.”

  “And that would be?” She felt like she was working hard to pull this out of him. Something she wasn’t at all sure she wanted.

  “Sex.”

  “What?” The word slipped out unbidden.

  He smiled. “When you submit to me, your body responds sexually, baby. I don’t hear you screaming out with any non-verbal cues that insinuate you need a good flogging. I only get the feeling you need to come.”

  Her body went rigid. So many thoughts raced through her mind as Gage lifted one hand from her hip to below her breast. The other he caressed up her body, past her traitorous breasts to her neck. He wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and tipped her head back so she looked at him.

  Her heart beat faster. She breathed harder. And the ball growing in the pit of her stomach suddenly increased to twice the size, tightening her pussy unimaginably. Her ears were ringing, but she still didn’t know quite what he was suggesting.

  “Think about it, baby.” He stroked her chin with his thumb. “Last time you submitted to me you wanted me to spank you, but why?” He waited for her, as if her mouth would work to form words.

  She gulped as she parted her lips with no particular idea how to respond. “I like it, Gage. I like the way I can sort of leave my body and tip into a different dimension. It lets me release my stress.”

  “I hear you. And I’m sure that’s true, but isn’t that just a substitute for what you really want?”

  “What do I really want?” She shouldn’t have asked that.

  He leaned in closer, his lips only a breath from hers. “To come, baby. Hard. It’s a different release, and you don’t like to ask for it, but I think you’re more of a sexual submissive than a pain sub.”

  She inhaled sharply. Her eyes widened farther. Shit. No. It couldn’t be. She shook her head.

  He lifted his hand and flicked his thumb across her nipple.

  She buckled, her knees unable to hold her up as she moaned. She grabbed his waist with both hands to keep from collapsing, but she needn’t have done so. He had her. He knew.

  His knee came up between her legs, and he pressed his body into her, pinning her to the wall.

  His gaze held hers.

  She couldn’t look away. She wanted to, but something about him pinned her eyes to his just as her body was pinned to the wall.

  And damn, what if he was right?

  “It’s okay,” he soothed, his thumb caressing her chin again. “So many people are sexual submissives. It’s not as though you should be ashamed of such a thing or think of yourself as weak.”

  His words caressed her senses just as his thumb caressed her cheek.

  “We can do a pain scene if you want. I can spank you until you either come or slip into a deep subspace. But wouldn’t it be better if you let me push you over the edge with my fingers inside your pussy? My thumb on your clit? The release isn’t less. It might even be more.”

  She breathed heavily, her arousal not only flooding between her legs, but soaking Gage’s knee at her crotch. She wasn’t even wearing panties. Why had that seemed like a good idea?

  He toyed with her nipple while he watched her, his thumb drawing circles around the tight nub until all she could focus on was the need for him to flick his finger over the tip.

  She shivered. When she couldn’t hold his stare any longer, she lowered her face and set her forehead against his chest. Sex wasn’t supposed to be in this equation. She’d done scenes with other Doms without feeling anything close to what she felt every time Gage entered a room lately.

  There was no denying she needed to come. She wasn’t sure about his general assessment of her needs, but right that moment all she knew was arousal like she’d never experienced. And she would do anything to get relief. “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what, baby?” He pinched her nipple then, shocking her with the unexpected.

  “Oh, God, Gage, I’m so aroused. When you talk to me like that…” She let her head fall back against the wall and rolled it along the cool surface.

  “I know, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

  “Yes.” She
could barely hear the word and wondered if she’d even said anything, but she must have because she immediately found herself released from the pressure against the wall.

  Gage wrapped one arm around her and led her across the dance floor and through the crowd.

  She felt drunk, though she’d had nothing to drink.

  When she found herself at the entrance to the locker room door, Gage pinned her against the wall again and held her face. “I could make you come right here, in a public scene, or even in a private room down the hall, but I think it would be better to take you home.”

  She widened her gaze, her mouth falling open. He was going to leave her hanging like this and drop her off at home?

  He smiled. “You misunderstand.”

  And then she realized her error. He hadn’t meant to insinuate he would leave her, just that he would care for her in private. She nodded.

  “Can you get your stuff from your locker? Or do you want me to have someone else do it?”

  She blinked several times. “Right. My bag. Yes. I can get it.”

  “Good girl. I’ll give your thirty seconds.” He swatted her ass just enough to get her to move.

  Kayla slipped through the door to the locker room, wondering how she managed to get her legs to follow instructions. Whatever kept her upright was a miracle. She beelined for her locker and grabbed her pink shoulder bag with her earlier clothes and her purse in it. She was back at his side in less than thirty seconds.

  He smiled and took her hand to lead her through the crowd and out the entrance. Moments later, as though in a daze, she found herself in the passenger seat of his Jeep. This time when he reached across her to buckle the seatbelt, she didn’t flinch. Her fingers probably couldn’t have taken care of the simple task.

  Gage climbed into his side of the car and sped away from the club. “Spread your legs, baby. Lift your skirt for me.” He didn’t glance her way, and his voice sounded so calm, much calmer than she felt.