The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  What was he suggesting? Quick shallow breaths while she processed his words.

  He set his feet firmly on the ground and leaned his elbows on his knees.

  She couldn’t see his face, but between her legs she could make out at least his stance.

  “When we’re in the role, I need your obedience so you can come quick and easily from my words. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice cracked.

  “So, how am I going to attain that goal without spanking you?”

  “I… I don’t know, Sir.”

  He stood. He circled around her.

  She could feel his gaze everywhere. Her nipples, having slipped back behind the lace, abraded against the material. Her pussy dampened her thong. She curled her toes under, anything to abate the pressure building inside.

  “What do you want most from me, Kayla?” His tone was gentle, and he set a finger on her spine and traced it up to her neck.

  She dipped her back under his touch. “Ummm. I’m not sure, Sir.” She couldn’t grasp his meaning.

  “Really?” He stepped between her legs and flattened his cock to her ass, the bulge, even through his cargo pants, making her lick her lips. His hand reached around her waist, and he swiped his fingers through her folds. “No idea?” He plunged two fingers into her without pausing.

  Kayla moaned. Oh, yes. She knew.

  The fingers disappeared. “Need more suggestions?”

  “No, Sir.” She shook her head.

  “What do you need most from me?”

  “Release.”

  “From spanking?”

  “No. From orgasm, Sir.”

  “Uh huh.” This time he lightly palmed her hips and caressed his fingers up her body until he held her breasts, cupping them where they swayed. He pinched both nipples at once. “So, what if I were to do this?” He pinched harder and then released them.

  Kayla moaned, swaying forward in an effort to retrieve his touch, just out of reach.

  “Frustrating, huh?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t think of anything but the need for him to continue. She actually ached for more of whatever he would give her.

  Instead, damn him, he stepped away, circled her again. Leaned in to her ear without actually making contact. His breath hit her warm and moist as he whispered, “What do you need?”

  “To come, Sir.” She spoke definitively that time.

  “I see. Who decides if you come or not?”

  “You do, Sir.”

  “And what happens if you can’t obey me, Kayla?”

  Her head shot up. She couldn’t stop herself from meeting his gaze. Her mouth hung open. No words came out.

  Gage smiled. “I think you’re catching on to the new plan, baby.”

  Oh God. They’d spent so much time together over the past few weeks. They had sex all over his house for two days. No, they made love. Right? Like a boyfriend and girlfriend. Except with some bossiness. And some dominance that curled her toes and made her long for more.

  Gage sat on the coffee table, inches from her face so they met eye to eye. “So, here’s the plan. You obey me, or you don’t come.” He smiled. “When we’re in the role,” he added.

  She gasped. She knew that was what he would say. He made it clear with his one-way chat, but saying it out loud like that was…totally fucking hot, sexy, and arousing. And annoying.

  He continued to smile. “Deal?” He raised an eyebrow. “Gives me the sense of dominance. Gives you the sense of submission. Win win.”

  She swallowed and slowly nodded.

  Gage stood.

  Kayla didn’t move, except to lower her head back to the table. He hadn’t suggested she should.

  “Take your bra and panties off, baby.” He circled behind her.

  Kayla stood and followed his instructions. He’d left her so needy, and the feeling lingered as a hard knot in the pit of her stomach. When she popped the front clasp on her bra, she turned toward him. Next, she dipped her fingers into her panties and lowered them also, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor at her feet.

  “Lie on the coffee table, baby. On your back, legs spread wide.”

  She did so, the coolness of the top of the table shocking her warm skin. As she let her knees fall open, she watched his face.

  “Masturbate for me, Kayla.”

  She stiffened, gripping her thighs with both hands. She rarely masturbated alone. And she’d never done so for someone else—except in the car the other night, and that time she hadn’t been permitted to finish. She almost cringed, fighting an image of Simon hovering over her. He never gave a flying fuck about her needs. Not a chance in hell he would have cared to watch her masturbate.

  “Stroke your fingers through your pussy, baby.” He stood at the end of the table, watching her.

  She didn’t miss the fact she was naked and he was fully clothed. She glanced at his cock, stiff inside his pants.

  “This isn’t about me this time. It’s about you.” He kneeled on the floor between her thighs, his face so much closer to her sex. “Masturbate,” he commanded again.

  Her fingers shook as she lowered them to her pussy. He’s crazy. This is so not going to work. The pressure to perform alone would kill any arousal she brought to the table, literally. But she was shocked by the first touch to her pussy, flinching as her fingers spread her lower lips and dipped between them. Oh my God.

  She actually moaned as she reached inside, gathering her wetness and spreading it wantonly around the entrance.

  “That’s my girl. See? Not hard at all.” Gage grabbed her thighs and held them farther open, close to her knees. “Use both hands. I’ve got you.”

  Kayla’s eyes closed as she tipped her head back. His commands were so fucking hot. She never would have believed she could arouse herself so thoroughly in front of someone. Emboldened, she used one hand to lift the hood off her clit and the other to stroke it, her arousal lubricating everywhere she touched.

  “Kayla, that’s so sexy.” His voice was deeper, softer.

  She flicked faster, her clit swelling beneath her touch, begging for release. She was so aroused before touching herself, it only took a few minutes for her ardor to rise higher than before. So close…

  “Stop.”

  She froze. What?

  “Remove your fingers. Look at me.”

  Kayla dipped her chin, widening her gaze. “Sir?” She breathed heavily.

  “How do you feel, baby?” He caressed her inner thighs as he spoke, not reaching anywhere close to her sex.

  “So close,” she croaked. “Please, Sir.”

  “Who controls your orgasms?”

  “You do, Sir.” She gulped.

  “Do you feel dominated right now?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Hell, yes.

  “Do you need me to spank you?”

  She furrowed her brow. “No, Sir.” She shook her head.

  “How about a flogging. Do you need that to get off?”

  “No, Sir,” she whispered.

  “So, you’re super aroused. You need to come. You would beg me to let you come right now, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I’d say I’m a pretty effective Dom without striking you at all, right?”

  “Yes. Please.” Her legs shook. He held them wider, but they shook anyway.

  “Kayla.”

  One word, and she came to attention, focusing on his face again.

  “Finish.” He smiled.

  She exhaled and moaned softly as she resumed stroking herself, her fingers rougher this time, her need that much more urgent. She pinched and pulled on her clit and then thrust two fingers into her pussy and stroked across her G-spot. It was fast and furious. She came hard.

  It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as when she came at Gage’s hand, but it took the edge off. And she was grateful he hadn’t left her hanging as she came down from her high.

  He released her, stood, and leaned over to kiss her
lips. “Fucking hot, baby. Get dressed.” He glanced at his watch. “If we hurry, we can grab something at a drive thru on the way back to work.”

  Oh God. Work. She scrambled off the table, her body protesting every movement. Her weird lunch hour left her humming with more need than it had started out with.

  Gage was full of surprises.

  As she dressed, he went out back to get Thor.

  She grinned. That dog was not real. He was too easy. Had he gone straight out the doggy door when they arrived?

  On the drive back, Gage was good to his word. He stopped to grab them a quick bite and then chuckled. “You look a little peeved.”

  She realized her face was tense. “Maybe.”

  He took her chin and lowered his face to kiss her lips. “Good. I’m going to assume that means you didn’t get quite what you wanted without my hands on you.”

  She nodded against him. “True.”

  “Remember that when you sub for me.” He kissed her forehead. “There’s a new game in town, and I think my girlfriend likes it.”

  She wasn’t nearly as sure as he was, but she did like the way he said girlfriend.

  When they got back to the precinct, Gage let Thor out of the back seat and led them back inside. “I’m gonna meet Zane at the gym after work. You want me to come by later?”

  “Sure. You want me to cook?”

  “You want to kill me?”

  She grinned. “Maybe you should bring takeout.”

  “Maybe I should.” He squeezed her hand as they entered the front door, but left it at that.

  She was glad. She wasn’t sure yet how she felt about the entire police academy being privy to their relationship. Sure, everyone probably already had the gist of it, but that didn’t mean she wanted to start flaunting excessive PDA.

  Gage was perfect.

  Chapter Twelve

  “How’re your parents?” Zane asked as Gage set the weights he’d been curling back on the rack.

  “Good. The same.” He shrugged. Of all the guys, Zane knew the situation with his parents the best. He was the EMT on call when his dad had his stroke.

  “Did you see them Sunday?”

  “Yep. Same as usual.”

  “Did you take Kayla?”

  Gage frowned. “Hell no.”

  “What do you mean ‘hell no?’”

  “She doesn’t even know where I was. Not ready for that.” He shook his head. No way in the world he was going to bring Kayla over to his parents’ house yet. Wasn’t on his radar. Though he had felt a cringe of weirdness when he told her he wouldn’t be with her on Sunday.

  “Seriously? Dude, you two are like an item. A thing.”

  “Yeah. So?”

  “So, your mom has been waiting for this day for years. Why would you leave them guessing? They’re gonna love Kayla.”

  “Yeah. I know. But I’m not ready.”

  “Ready for what? An invitation? I’m not following.” Zane stepped around the weight rack and got in Gage’s space. Too close.

  Gage backed up. Zane was a close friend. Super close. But he was on Gage’s last nerve. “Kayla needs a firm Dom right now. She’s been through some serious shit. It would be confusing to her to see me in a different role yet.”

  “What the— Are you for real? What’s confusing about having dinner with a man’s parents? She totally digs you, man. I can tell by the look in her eyes that you walk on water for her. I don’t think she expects to submit to you in front of your parents. She’s not stupid.”

  Gage turned to another weight machine, preparing to work his thighs. He knew that. It had nothing to do with her submitting to him. “You know how I am with my dad,” he muttered.

  Zane hesitated.

  Gage hoped Zane was done with his tirade.

  “How’s that, Gage? Loving? Doting? Scared?”

  Gage flinched. “Yeah, that.” Shit. What was Zane driving at? He wasn’t ready to share that side of himself. What was wrong with that?

  “You need to rethink this, dude. I’m not kidding. You’re wrong. I don’t care what Kayla has been through, and I’m not even asking. I’m just saying, she’s a smart girl. You won’t fuck her up by letting her see your softer side.”

  Gage pushed his leg out and breathed through the maneuver. Those words rang in Gage’s head as Zane gave up the cause and walked to another machine. Maybe Zane was right., but it wasn’t a chance Gage was willing to take yet. Besides Kayla being used to seeing him as a firm Dom with all his ducks in a row, unflustered by anything, he had to admit a part of him was simply unwilling to open himself up to that level of vulnerability. The kind of vulnerability he felt when he sat with his dad, talking to him for hours, fighting back tears a man shouldn’t have to shed for his parents.

  He wasn’t ready for her pity or the looks. It made his stomach clench thinking about it. Besides, it was a lot to ask of a woman to visit his dad. It wasn’t pretty. It was excruciating. He’d only been dating her for a few weeks.

  But you know damn well those few weeks were fast paced and catapulted you forward quickly.

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  Kayla was a little confused on Wednesday afternoon when she got a text from Gage saying he would be busy that evening, but he would see her tomorrow night.

  Unease crept up her spine as she set the phone on her desk. She’d brushed off her concerns on Sunday, but again on Wednesday? He didn’t say he was going to the gym or even the club. He gave her that same vague “busy.”

  On the one hand, she knew she was being unreasonable and needed to lighten up. And she flat out refused to consider the idea he might be lying to her by omission about something important. On the other hand, why did he persist in giving her such vague details? Sure, they hadn’t been together long, but was there more to Gage than met the eye? Even though they’d only been dating a few weeks, she’d been with him nearly every moment they weren’t working since Friday night—except during his vague Sunday disappearance—and now this.

  When five o’clock rolled around, she walked out front with Marci. Gage was nowhere in sight, and his Jeep was gone.

  Marci smiled. “What are you lovebirds doing tonight?”

  Kayla cringed. “Apparently nothing. He’s got other things to do.”

  “What other things?” Marci’s brows furrowed.

  “Good question,” Kayla muttered. She lifted her gaze to Marci, squinting one eye at the sun going down behind her. “Does it seem strange to you he has twice this week told me he needed to do some things without explaining what they were?”

  Marci pursed her lips and tipped her head back to stare at the sky for a moment. When she brought her gaze back to Kayla’s, she cocked one hip and blew out a breath. “A little weird, yes. But Gage is a good guy. I’m sure he has his reasons. I can’t imagine him doing anything that would jeopardize his relationship with you. It isn’t like him.”

  “Yeah. I’m just being paranoid.” Kayla shuffled toward her Camry. “See you tomorrow, Marci.”

  Kayla drove home tense. Her chat with Marci hadn’t helped. Clearly even Marci found his behavior odd.

  Nerves ate a hole in her while she waited to see if he would text. Flashbacks of her past drove her to ball up on the couch and sit in the silence. She hated where her mind went as the sun went down and she was left in the dark. She didn’t care. She rocked back and forth with her arms around her knees.

  She never should have gotten involved with Gage in the first place. She wasn’t ready. She knew that. She also knew she would never be ready to get into another serious relationship. And she didn’t care. That’s how damaged she was. She could even acknowledge that, and it didn’t change anything.

  When Simon swooped into her life, she’d been alone, scared, vulnerable, and desperate. He’d filled every void. He was the perfect gentleman. He convinced her to move halfway across the country with him within a week. Too fast.

  Warning bells had rung, but she’d ignored them. With her dad gone, the only real sup
port she had in the world was the chief of police. Chief Edwards had been like an uncle to her for years, and he did everything in his power to ensure she was taken care of after the funeral. He gave her a job and paid her tuition at the local junior college.

  And she threw all that away without glancing back. Part of her knew she was making a mistake from the moment she’d consented, but the rest of her ignored the feeling. Simon was her everything, or so she thought. She ignorantly allowed him to whisk her to a twenty-four-hour chapel in her own town where she married him with stars in her eyes before following him to the naval air base he was stationed at in Mississippi.

  He’d been on leave, vacationing in Vegas when they met at a local pizza parlor. She was there eating alone, studying for a history exam, when he slid into the booth next to her and smiled so broadly, she almost swallowed her tongue. Rugged. Handsome. And in uniform.

  She was barely twenty and a virgin. Simon was twenty-five and horny as hell.

  From the moment she set foot in Mississippi, she’d been filled with dread. But she wasn’t a quitter. And determined to make the best of her situation, she forced herself to be the perfect wife. The job wasn’t easy. Simon changed his tune the second they arrived. His on-base apartment was cramped. Kayla didn’t know a soul. And he insisted she stay home during the day, taking care of lists of things he left her. He didn’t want her making friends and “dallying around with the other lazy wives on base.”

  Within a month, Simon introduced her to the life of dominance and submission. She was scared out of her mind at first. But Simon had lit up when she consented. She wanted to please him so badly, anything to keep him smiling and happy. The task was monumental. Nothing made Simon happy. Ever. Not blowjobs, not sex, not submission, not house cleaning, not hot meals.

  He needed more and more intense dominance to get off as the years passed. Kayla had let him. The first time he spanked her, she cried the entire next day. They’d been married over a year by then. The transition to hard-core BDSM had been gradual. When Simon got home and found out she hadn’t completed all her tasks, he beat her again, stripping her naked and tying her to their bed on her belly.