The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  As though his instructions were the most important commands in the universe, she did as he said, lifting her dress up under the lap belt and opening her thighs. She looked down to see her legs shaking, and she braced her feet on the floor to stave off the need consuming her.

  “Touch yourself, Kayla. Stroke your fingers through your pussy for me.”

  She reached between her legs with a hand that shook as badly as her legs and stroked through her labia, drawing out more of her wetness.

  Gage stopped at a light and reached for her wrist, drawing her hand up to his line of vision. “Let me see, baby.” He moaned when he saw her moisture glistening on her fingers. And then he shocked her more when he drew them to his mouth and sucked both fingers in between his lips. “Mmm.” He pulled them back out and licked up one and down the other.

  The light turned green. How the hell was he watching the road? He was, though. He released her wrist and resumed driving with both hands on the steering wheel.

  “Go on. Do it again, baby. Keep yourself aroused.”

  She obeyed, adding a “Yes, Sir.” When she pressed a finger into her tight channel, she bucked off the seat, straightening her legs and her entire body.

  Gage stopped the car at another light. He grabbed her wrist again. Instead of bringing it to his mouth, he lifted it to hers. “That’s enough playing. Taste yourself, baby.”

  Kayla shivered, but she followed his instructions. She’d never tasted her own flavor before. It was heady and arousing. She sucked her fingers clean, learning her blend of salty and sweet, much like a man’s come.

  When she pulled her fingers from her mouth, Gage spoke again. “Keep your hands away from your pussy now, baby. Set them on your thighs.”

  She gripped her thighs tight. “Yes, Sir.” What she really wanted to do was finish herself off. But he knew that.

  “Good girl.” He turned to smile as he pulled into a driveway finally. It wasn’t hers. She swallowed. “Your house?”

  “Yes.” He turned off the engine and lifted her closest hand to his face. He kissed each finger. “Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Take a second. Think about this. If it’s too much, we can go to your place. But the result will be the same.”

  She swallowed.

  “I’m not going to fuck you, Kayla. That’s not what this is about. But I want to make you come under my command so you’ll know how good it can be. More than once, baby.”

  She clamped her legs together and squeezed them as she groaned against her will.

  Gage smiled again, a dimple she never noticed before puckering his right cheek. “That’s my girl.” He twisted around and jumped from the Jeep so fast she barely had time to think before he opened her door and reached in to unlatch her seatbelt. He lifted her from the car and set her on her feet, grabbing her bag from the back. “Can you walk?”

  “Yes, Sir.” But her thighs rubbed against each other as she made her way behind him to the front door.

  All she knew about his house was the front was a dark stone. Even when she stepped inside, she knew nothing else.

  She heard Thor padding across the hardwood floor toward them, but Gage hushed the dog with no more than a whisper.

  He didn’t turn the lights on. He didn’t even take a step away from the door before he dropped her bag and lifted her off the ground to cradle her against his chest. He kicked the door shut behind him and took long strides toward a hall to the right and then into the first door on the left. Immediately she knew it was his bedroom. It smelled like him, his own brand of Gage scent, maybe his aftershave or soap or shampoo or a combination of all of those mixed with his personal scent. Either way, she felt more drugged by every breath she inhaled.

  And heaven knew she was in a trance she never wanted out of.

  Chapter Nine

  Gage set Kayla on his bed, never happier that he hadn’t made it that morning. He didn’t have to pull back any sheets or the comforter, because everything was at the foot of the bed where it had landed when he got up or at some point last night.

  “Kayla, look at me.” He flipped on the bedside lamp, illuminating her in a soft glow.

  She brought her eyes to center, but they were glazed. She smiled. Her gorgeous curls fanned out around her face on his pillow. He almost groaned.

  “You with me, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to rock your world, but I’m gonna do it with my hands and my mouth, not my cock. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She opened her mouth as if to say more, but then closed it. Thank God. If she begged him to fuck her at that point, he wasn’t sure he could turn her down. And that wasn’t at all what she needed. She wasn’t ready. She would regret it later.

  Gage did strip off his shirt, though. And Kayla’s breath hitched as she got her second look at his chest. Her gaze wandered over his chest and biceps. “The geometric bands around your arms are sexy as hell.” She tipped her head to one side, trying to read his right bicep.

  He grinned and turned a bit so she could see better. “Spec ops I run toward gunfire,” he said. That part was in all caps. And then he turned the other way and lifted his arm so she could see his six pack. “Brothers are Never Forgotten.”

  Kayla nodded. “Let me see your back.”

  Gage turned around and let her gaze at the fallen-soldier tattoo across his shoulder blade. And then he kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and kneeled between her legs, pushing them open with his knees. He set his hands on her thighs and smoothed them up her legs until they were under the material of her dress. “I want to see you, baby. All of you.”

  He pushed her dress up over her sex and then her chest before tugging it over her head and tossing it aside.

  She took his breath away. He’d waited so long to see her naked, totally bare to his gaze. He’d seen a lot of her, but there was no comparison to completely stripped for him.

  Her nipples puckered as he looked at them, the pink tips straining into the air. He let his fingertips graze over the tips and down the bottom swell of her breasts as she squirmed beneath him. “Hold still, baby. Let me explore.” As he smoothed his palms over her belly, it dipped. She wiggled again.

  Lower still, until he held her thighs with both hands. He gripped them with just the right amount of pressure and opened them wider, eyeing the blonde curls that covered her sex. So often he found women shaved bare or with nothing but a landing strip. But not Kayla. She was natural, and he liked it. He released one thigh to thread his fingers into the curls above her clit. When he tugged, she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips.

  He smiled. To command her to remain still would be futile. She would fail and be frustrated, and he didn’t want that. So, he did the next best thing and flattened himself between her legs, gripping both thighs and holding them wide, effectively immobilizing her with nothing but his hands. “You won’t be able to follow any instructions I give until you’ve gotten the first one out of the way. I’m going to suck until you come, baby.” He didn’t wait for a response. Instead he lowered his face, flicked his tongue over her clit, and then dipped into her pussy. He groaned against her skin, realizing immediately that the vibrations set her on edge.

  Kayla let out a sharp scream. Her body stiffened. Her hands flew to his head and threaded into his hair.

  Gage stroked his tongue up her slit and sucked her clit between his teeth.

  That was all it took. Kayla came hard against his face, her swollen nub pulsing against his tongue more times than he could count. Finally, she released the tension from her body and lay limp against the bed.

  When he lifted his face from between her legs, he found her panting. Her fingers released his head and fell to the sides. He loved the post-orgasmic look on her—chest heaving, pink splotches on her skin, mouth hanging open, hair spread across the pillow.

  His cock ached, but he would ignore it for now. “Lift your hands above your head, baby. Grab the headboard.” />
  She tipped her head toward him, blinking through her confusion.

  He would have chuckled if she weren’t so precious.

  “Grip the rungs, baby,” he repeated, softer.

  She lifted shaky arms and followed his directive. Her breasts rose higher on her chest as she obeyed him.

  “That’s my girl. Hold on for me. Don’t let go.”

  She nodded.

  Gage closed his eyes and inhaled deeply of her scent. He nuzzled her pussy again, rubbing his nose in her curls until he groaned from her smell alone. She used a girly shower gel, and he loved it. The sweet taste of her come still on his lips and tongue made the moment perfect.

  And he intended to take her to that height again, slower this time, and under his direction.

  He lifted his face and stared at her pussy. “Legs wider, baby.”

  She let her knees flop open farther. They bounced against the mattress, and he was certain they were shaking.

  When Gage stroked a finger through her folds and dipped it into her tight sheath, she moaned.

  Good. It would be easy to take her back to the peak. Instead of playing with her pussy more, he inched up her body until his belly pressed against her sex and his mouth aligned with her nipples. “So pink.” He toyed with one, gently pinching and twisting it. “I love the way they respond to my touch.”

  Kayla moaned, her head tipping from side to side. When one hand flew down to grab his head again, he pulled back.

  “Hands stay on the headboard, Kayla. That’s my command. You’ll leave them there, or I’ll stop. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You aren’t ready to be restrained by me yet. The only leverage I have is my touch in exchange for your obedience. If you don’t surrender to my demands, you won’t get the relief you need.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathy.

  “Your job is to keep your fingers wrapped around the spindles. If you can do that, I’ll take you places you’ve only dreamed of. I think you’ll find this kind of release more satisfying than the rush from a spanking.”

  “Okay.”

  He pinched her nipple and she flinched. He repeated the action, gripping firmer and tugging outward. Each time he pulled, the tip became more distended. Kayla lifted her chest into his palm, silently letting him know she wanted more. Her legs clamped tight along his hips.

  Dear God she was gorgeous.

  “That’s it, baby. Just feel my fingers on your tit.” He cupped the second breast and then released the first and switched.

  Kayla whimpered. Her head tipped back, exposing more of her neck.

  “Ah, baby. That feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  She didn’t respond. He hadn’t intended for her to be able to.

  He increased the pressure, squeezing, pinching, twisting, until she writhed beneath him. Her nipples were so responsive. She had no idea she was getting the same endorphin high she got from a spanking or flogging.

  When her entire body stiffened, he released her breasts and scooted back down her body. She would be too deep with need for him to avoid getting kicked, so he didn’t settle his face at her pussy this time. Instead, he planted one arm over her hips to hold her down, nudging her thighs wider and bracing them open with his body, and then thrust two fingers into her channel.

  Gage stifled a groan. His cock pulsed against his jeans, threatening an orgasm without contact. Her pussy was so damn tight. Not surprising really, since she hadn’t had sex for two years, but still. The tight warmth made him even hotter.

  He fucked her hard with his fingers, turning his hand so his palm was up and stroking over her G-spot. With each thrust, he thumbed her clit. He lifted his face to watch her expressions. “Good girl. Keep holding the rungs. Don’t make me have to stop.”

  Her lips tucked under her teeth, and she suddenly stopped breathing.

  He smiled.

  Two seconds later, she shattered on a scream. Her pussy gripped his fingers tight, squeezing them as though pleading with them to stay inside her.

  Gage kept pumping, letting her ride the high for as long as possible. He didn’t slow until she shivered and her body loosened up against the mattress. And still, he ended with his fingers deep inside her, twisting gently, keeping her aware of her tightness. His hand was soaked with the force of her orgasm. And he’d never been so fucking happy. Even without his own release, she was totally worth it.

  Kayla settled into the mattress. Her face came to center, and she slowly smiled. “Gage.” She drew out his name as though it had far more syllables than the one.

  “Yeah, baby.” He grinned back, still stroking her inside.

  “I need you.”

  He watched her face as she gave him her gaze.

  “Please, Gage.”

  “No, baby. You’re in a subspace. Similar to what would happen if I had spanked you. I’m not going to take you for the first time like that.”

  A low moan from her lips made him fight his resolve. He slipped his fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean one at a time. He’d never get enough of her flavor.

  When he finished, he rose above her on his knees, still settled between her thighs. He popped the button on his jeans, his poor cock nearly bursting to get out. It was a miracle he hadn’t come already.

  Kayla watched, her gaze lowering from his eyes to his hands.

  He lowered the zipper and sprang free. He needed to come. There was no way he would fuck the gorgeous submissive beneath him tonight, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t reach orgasm. And judging by the look on her face, she was perfectly content with what he was doing. He eased the denim down his hips a few inches to completely release his erection, and then he grabbed the shaft with his hand and stroked from the base to the tip.

  His legs shook. He’d never been so fucking horny. And normally when he jacked off, it wasn’t with a real live sated woman beneath him staring at his every movement, licking her lips, and squeezing the rungs of his headboard.

  Well, never.

  Gage watched Kayla while he increased his pace, cupping his balls in his free hand and circling his cock with the other. He gathered the wetness leaking from the tip as he worked, spreading it down his shaft to lubricate it.

  He wasn’t going to last. It had been so long since he enjoyed a woman. And Kayla had just rocked his world with the gift of submission she’d given him. He was too worked up to last.

  When his vision blurred and the world ceased to exist around him, he knew he was too far gone. He stroked harder, faster, firmer, and then he came on a long groan. He tipped his head down to watch his come jut out in long lines across Kayla’s belly and chest.

  And bless her, she didn’t flinch. In fact tiny noises came from her lips, indicating she enjoyed the experience.

  As he finished, spent and wobbly, he released his cock and set both hands alongside Kayla’s torso to hold himself up and to give himself the best vision of her sexy body covered in his semen. It took him a moment to catch his breath. “Baby, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you on my bed, submitting to me with my come all over you.”

  She whimpered again and licked her lower lip.

  Gage lifted one hand to gather his semen on the tip of his finger. He lifted it to her lips, and she greedily sucked his finger into her mouth. His cock bobbed at the sensuous way she suckled him, her tongue swirling around his finger in a way that made him want those lips wrapped around another appendage.

  He popped his finger reluctantly from her mouth and lifted onto his knees again. “Don’t move. I’m going to clean you up.” As he climbed across the bed, he wondered if his legs would hold him. Luckily, they did, barely. He padded to the bathroom, tugged off his jeans, and washed himself. He grabbed a clean cloth for Kayla, wetting it with warm water and returning to find her in the same position. The only difference was her head turned toward the adjoining bathroom.

  She giggled when he set the cloth on her belly and cleaned up his come. The sound ma
de him hard all over again. Ignoring his plight, he tossed the washcloth aside, flipped off the light, climbed onto the bed, and pulled the covers from the end of the mattress up over them both. “Let go of the rungs now, baby.”

  She lowered her arms.

  Gage gathered her small frame against him, her back to his front. He wrapped one leg over both of hers and tucked his top arm around her body to cup her breast.

  Kayla sighed.

  He kissed her temple and then nudged her hair from her ear with his chin. He set his lips on her earlobe and nibbled around it until she wiggled. “Thank you, baby. That was so fucking hot,” he murmured.

  She relaxed into his embrace. “You were right.”

  “About what?”

  “That was the same high I get from a spanking. Only better.”

  He grinned against her face. “Told you.”

  “I’m ruined.”

  “Nah, you’re just entering a new phase. And I’m glad. If the idea of being swatted in some way or restrained is too much for you right now, at least you know you can submit to me without all that. Let yourself go. Let me bring you to orgasm instead. Same endorphin rush. Same end result. No bad memories to ruin the experience.”

  Kayla stiffened subtly in his arms.

  Wait? Why didn’t anything he’d just done to her elicit a single response to her past? “Kayla?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “It’s obvious to me that while you were away you had a bad experience with a Dom., but please tell me the guy did more than restrain you and beat you.” He held his breath after he spoke.

  Kayla didn’t move an inch. She didn’t breathe either for the longest time.

  “Fuck,” he finally muttered. He pulled her closer, as if that were possible. Did some rat bastard not even bring her to orgasm at all? He wanted to kill the guy. And he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t as soon as she told him who the fucker was.

  In an attempt to remain calm and not scare her, he kissed her temple. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

  She calmed as the minutes passed, her body slowly relaxing in his embrace. Until heavy breathing next to the bed made her flinch. Then she giggled. “Thor.”