He hadn’t mentioned her condo, which was a relief. She wasn’t even close to prepared to give it up. It was a lifeline in her mind. Someplace she could fall back on when everything went to shit. And Gage was smart enough to know it. She was sure that was why he never brought it up. He insisted she stay with him, and he drove her to her place a few times a week to check on things and grab her mail, but he never pushed the issue of her keeping the place.
His dominance was the perfect balance. Kayla worried herself sick that he had been a firmer Dom than she could ever tolerate before she’d come around. After all, he was a master at spanking and flogging. Submissives had requested his attentions for years at the club. She’d seen him do scenes with dozens of women. Nothing sexual, just submissives that enjoyed his touch.
The second week after she’d started staying at his place, she questioned him about it. They were at Extreme, sitting in a booth talking to his friends. Harper, the head bouncer came over and spoke in Gage’s ear. Gage shook his head and glanced at Kayla. Harper smiled and nodded. He walked away before Kayla had any idea what he said.
Later, on the dance floor, Kayla tipped her head back and asked Gage about it. “What did Harper want? You stiffened at his suggestion.”
“He asked if I was available to flog another submissive who requested me.”
“Oh.” She let her mouth hang open for a moment and then swallowed. “Do you want to do that?” She should let him. She knew it. Especially if it was something he needed. She winced inwardly, concerned she wasn’t able to fulfill his needs herself. Maybe in time she could, but he wouldn’t hear of it yet.
Gage reared back and narrowed his gaze. “Hell no. Kayla, I’m not doing scenes with other women. I’m with you now. That would be awkward.”
She shrugged. Her voice was weak when she spoke, but she forced the words out anyway. “Lots of Doms do scenes with other women even though they’re in a committed relationship. It’s not unheard of, Gage.” She gripped his shirt in the back with her fists. “If it’s something you need…”
He furrowed his brow further and backed her quickly off the dance floor. She knew this maneuver. Every time he needed her undivided attention, he tugged her into a dark corner and pressed her against the wall. It made her so horny she couldn’t breathe. She grabbed onto him to hold steady.
“Baby,” he took her face in his hands and forced her to meet his gaze, “I’m not doing scenes with other women. I’m not ‘lots of Doms.’ I’m me. And the me that I am would find it distasteful. We’ve been through this. I don’t need that. I don’t have some latent need to flog a woman to feel fulfilled. I have you, and what matters is filling your needs. It’s more than enough for me. Are we clear?”
“But—”
Gage rolled his eyes and lowered his lips to take her mouth and cut off her sentence. When he pulled back, he set his forehead on hers. “Are we going to discuss this every few weeks for the next fifty years?”
She held her breath and bit her lower lip.
“I hope not. It will get old fast. Have I given you any indication you aren’t enough for me?”
“No, Sir.”
“Do I dominate you enough to make you feel fulfilled?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you understand that it makes my cock harder than ever when you kneel in front of me?”
She swallowed.
“Your naked body spread out at my command makes me so close to coming I have to grit my teeth to stave off the inevitable.” He kept talking. “When you grip the headboard of my bed in my bedroom in my house and keep your hands there at my command, I become putty for you. Do you get that?”
She nodded, barely.
Gage cupped her cheeks, tipped her head back farther, and wove his fingers into her hair. “I’m so fucking in love with you, I can’t see straight. You’re perfect for me in every way. I need nothing else. Not for one second since we started dating have I considered wanting to lay a hand on another woman.”
She opened her mouth, but he cut her off before she could begin.
“And baby, don’t even mention again that you want to try enduring a spanking or a flogging. It’s out of the question. You have to let that go. It died with your ex. When you bring it up, it makes me think you aren’t getting what you need. So, unless that’s the case, the subject is closed.” He narrowed his gaze in question.
“No, Sir.” She shook her head. She’d never been more fulfilled in her life, nor had she ever expected to be as consumed with another human in this lifetime. Gage was everything to her and more. She hadn’t told him she loved him yet, even though he mentioned it so many times it was becoming casual conversation for him. But she would. Soon. As soon as she had the balls to reveal one more tiny detail about her past that haunted her still every single day of her present.
She shook the thought from her mind.
“No, you aren’t satisfied at my hand? Or no, you don’t need more than I give you?”
“Sir, I’m beyond satisfied.”
“Does your pussy get wet when I command you to obey my wishes?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Does your pussy clench when I stare at your naked body beneath me?” He leaned in closer.
“Yes, Sir.” Her words were softer, breathy.
“Is your pussy wet and clenched now?”
“Yes, Sir.” She barely heard her own voice that time.
He held her gaze while he removed one hand from her face and jerked it down to her skirt. In less than a second he had the material gathered in his fingers and lifted to expose her thong beneath. One second later, his finger shoved the scrap of lace to one side and plunged into her wetness.
Kayla moaned, gripping his arms tighter as her knees buckled at the contact.
Gage shoved one knee between her thighs and held her up. His finger fucked her hard, one becoming two and then two becoming three. His thumb landed on her clit. He pressed in and then rubbed rapidly.
Kayla came so fast the world spun.
He smiled. “Baby, I think we’re good here.”
She nodded, unable to speak over the pulsing of her pussy around his fingers. Her eyes were wide. She couldn’t breathe. He held her close as she came down, not removing his fingers until her breathing steadied.
“Let’s go home. It turns out I don’t want to be in public tonight after all.”
Kayla’s cheeks burned as he dragged her through Extreme. After that intense orgasm, she knew she was in trouble. If Gage didn’t want to be in public, it meant only one thing…
»»•««
Three weeks later, Kayla went with Emily to watch Gage fight. The arena was farther away than the last time, and Katy and Jenna had begged out.
Emily was excited, though. And that excitement rubbed off on Kayla. By the time they arrived, Emily had talked her ear off all the way there. Kayla knew much more about the sport this time around.
Gage hadn’t been in a great mood. Apparently his opponent was someone Gage didn’t feel confident about beating. He left right from work with the guys, leaving Kayla to come with Emily later.
The arena was small and packed. Kayla’s adrenaline spiked the minute they walked inside. Something about the noise level and the smell of a fight excited her. It was crazy. Who would have thought she would find it enjoyable to watch her boyfriend kick someone’s ass in the ring? Or worse yet, get his own ass kicked.
But, God almighty, all those firm masculine bodies without an ounce of fat on them… What was not to like?
Kayla followed Emily to a spot near the ring when they announced the middleweight division. Rider was in the third group, and Emily stood on her tiptoes, her hands fisted in front of her for the entire match. Kayla didn’t think the woman breathed.
And Kayla couldn’t blame her. Rider was impressive. He had the upper hand for the majority of the three rounds, clearly earning more points. When he won, Emily finally exhaled. “Lord, that’s stressful.”
It was. Kayla coul
d feel the tension in the air. Every match, even between competitors she didn’t know, put her on edge.
Two more matches went by before Gage, who came out bouncing. Kayla’s turn to freak out. From the moment the bell sounded, things didn’t go his way, however. The other guy swung several punches right at the beginning. Two of them hit Gage in the side of the head. Kayla winced.
Gage recovered, but he never got the upper hand for the first round. He landed a few kicks, but his opponent landed more and got him in a neck hold once. Gage didn’t go down, but he struggled.
The second round wasn’t better. Byron, the corner man, had dabbed at Gage’s left eye during the one-minute rest, and when the bell sounded for round two, Kayla could see his eye was swollen. She cringed, praying silently he would be able to pull it together. Tonight the other man was a few inches taller and quicker on his feet.
Gage attempted to take the guy down several times, swinging his leg out to hook a knee. His opponent jumped out of the path every time. Gage landed a few uppercuts, but the other guy seemed unfazed. The announcer droned on and on, and the crowd got louder with every hit.
Sweat poured off Gage’s chest and face as he plopped down in the chair for the second break. Byron shouted instructions Kayla couldn’t hear, but she stood riveted, watching Gage’s chest rise and fall with his heavy breathing. He didn’t look her way. He probably didn’t even know where she was in the crowded arena. It was just as well. She didn’t want to distract him.
Her heart sank as the third round began. She worried he would be disappointed. She hadn’t seen him lose yet. Granted she’d only been to the one fight, but according to the other women, the members of The Fight Club were a tough group known for far more wins than losses.
Suddenly, Gage hooked the guy’s knee and knocked him to the ground. The man looked stunned as Gage straddled his chest and pinned him. Moments later, Gage had him across the neck, cutting off his airway. The man struggled, clearly fighting to right himself. He bucked, but Gage was too strong now that he was on top and the man was down.
The referee leaned in close, bouncing around on the floor. Kayla gasped as she waited for someone to end the match.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, although probably only had been a few seconds, the man tapped the mat and Gage jumped off him.
“God,” Emily said, “incredible. Been a while since I’ve seen a man tap out.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means the guy was out of fight. He knew he couldn’t win, so he gave up.”
The other guy crawled to his knees, gasping, and then stood on wobbly feet. He looked confused and angry with himself as he shook his head and left the ring.
“And the winner is Gage ‘The Ranger’ Holland,” the announcer shouted to the crowd. The man sounded as shocked as everyone else seemed to be. The audience roared. Women from all around the ring leaned closer, grabbing the fencing with both hands and screaming like groupies.
Gage’s gaze landed on Kayla without missing a beat, however. He winked and nodded.
Kayla’s cheeks flamed. She’d had no idea he knew where she stood. And she was beyond aroused by his actions.
The women closest to her turned to gawk. A few of them looked disappointed, their shoulders drooping as Gage turned and left the cage.
“Shit. I think your man just lit a few panties on fire.”
Kayla smiled at Emily. “Hey, as long as he never sees any of them, I’m good.”
Emily laughed, and the two of them wormed their way through the crowd and back to the lobby. Emily knew exactly where to go, and she led Kayla to a door around the side marked employees only. “They’ll come out through here.”
Within a minute, in fact, Rider pushed through the door. He took Emily in his arms and hugged her close, kissing her forehead.
“Awesome, babe. Loved it.”
“Yeah, I hear Gage ended up pretty good himself.” He lifted his gaze to Kayla.
“Yep. Didn’t look so good at first, but he pinned the guy finally,” Emily said.
The three of them leaned against the wall and waited, Emily wrapped in Rider’s arms, her back leaning against his front. Kayla felt like a third wheel as she stood next to them. And it took another half hour for Gage to surface.
Kayla winced. She moved into his arms, her face lifted to his. “Ouch.” His eye was swollen and red.
He grinned. “Yeah. Looks worse than it feels. Won’t be pretty tomorrow, though.” He nodded at Rider. “Thanks for waiting with Kayla. Appreciate it.”
Since Emily had driven Kayla, Gage had driven Rider. That way each couple had a car. The four of them made their way to the exit and stepped out into the warm evening air, typical of Vegas.
Gage turned to Rider. “I’m beat. I think we’ll head home. You guys going to Extreme?”
Rider nodded. “See you tomorrow. Work out at ten?”
“Yep. Sounds good.”
»»•««
Gage fell asleep almost as soon as they got home, mumbling his apologies to Kayla. He was exhausted from weeks of juggling work, the gym, the club, his dad, and his woman. And he’d never been happier. But it was taking a toll on him.
When he opened his eyes in the morning, it was to find Kayla wrapped around him, covering as much of his body as she could with her small frame.
She was watching with a smile. And she reached to stroke his cheek as he roused. “Hey, babe. You feel better?” She let her fingers dance over his swollen eye. “You have a black eye.”
“Mm hm. It happens. I’ll live.” He wrapped his arms around her and dragged her over his body.
“I fed Thor and he went outside.”
“Thanks, baby. I’ll feel even better as soon as you mount me.”
Kayla grinned. “I might be able to do that.” Her teasing smile warmed his heart. God, he loved this woman.
Gage held her arms and pushed her up until she sat astride him. “You might, huh?” Her pussy snuggled against his cock, making him stiffer by the second.
“Perhaps.” She pushed against him, wetness coating his dick as she rocked over his length.
He moaned. “Baby…” They’d stopped using condoms a few weeks ago when Kayla went on the pill. Gage still couldn’t believe how much more intense she felt wrapped around his naked cock.
Kayla rocked again, immediately sending him from half asleep to totally ready to fuck. “Need you.” He lifted her hips, letting his cock bob upward. And then he settled her pussy over the tip and tugged her down.
Kayla moaned as he entered her from beneath. Her hands flew out to brace herself on his chest.
Gage held her body against him, controlling her movements even though she was on top. “Don’t use your hands, baby. Let go of me.”
She looked at him quizzically, one eyebrow rising.
“Let go. I’ve got you.”
She tentatively released her grip on his pecs, clearly unsure he could hold her.
“So little faith, baby. Use those hands on your nipples. I’m pretty sure I’m strong enough to hold your sweet ass over me,” he teased her.
Her hands came up to cup her breasts, and she tipped her head back on a moan. Sexiest creature on Earth.
His cock jumped inside her. “Pinch your nipples, baby. Make them hard for me.”
Kayla gripped each nipple between her thumbs and pointers. She whimpered as she did what he said.
“Twist them. I like the way your pussy tightens around my cock when you add a little pain.” It was hard to keep up the monologue, but totally worth it. Even though what he really wanted to do was fuck her fast and hard, he so enjoyed watching her writhe, he made himself wait.
Kayla twisted, her body stiffening, her thighs clutching his hips. She sucked her lips between her teeth.
Gage watched her perfect pink nipples pucker and stiffen. And then he lifted her torso several inches and slammed her back down.
Kayla leaned forward, her eyes opening wider to match her mout
h.
“I’ve got you, baby. Trust me. Don’t let go of your nipples, or I won’t let you come.”
She nodded, her lips back between her teeth in concentration.
He controlled her movements, fucking himself with her body as she moaned and gripped her nipples. She swayed forward a few times, but he didn’t let her fall. And then he had the idea to tempt her. It had been a few days since he’d thoroughly dominated her. Even though he was usually on top and commanded her in the bedroom most of the time, some nights or mornings he made love to her without requiring much submission.
Gage let her rock too far forward on the next thrust, causing her to release her tits and throw her arms forward to stop herself against his chest.
“Oh, baby. So little trust.” He couldn’t keep the mirth from his voice, and he knew she wouldn’t believe for a minute his actions weren’t contrived.
She gaped at him and swatted his pecs. “You made me do that.”
“Mmm. Is that so?” He lifted her off him and switched positions so fast she gasped. Seconds later he had her on her hands and knees, her thighs spread wide. He thrust into her tightness from behind, noticing how much wetter she was at the sudden change.
Her head dipped, and she moaned loudly.
Instead of reaching around her body to rub her clit, he held her hips and closed his eyes, ensuring he came fast and hard, leaving her needy.
He got his wish. With his sub beneath him, it was an easy feat. He loved taking her from behind. He didn’t usually leave her hanging, but toying with her this morning seemed like fun.
As soon as Gage emptied himself inside her, he pulled out.
Kayla shook. When he flipped her onto her back, her legs open to his gaze, her eyes were wide. She opened her mouth but didn’t speak. Her hips lifted off the bed, and she grabbed for him to gain purchase.
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