The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  Sabrina whimpered. She gripped his shoulders so hard there would be marks. She didn’t care. She had never needed to come this badly in her life. “Please,” she begged.

  “Greedy girl,” he admonished. But he didn’t stop fucking her hard and fast against the bathroom door. Faster. Harder. Deeper. It seemed like he would split her in two. She willed him to do just that. Her orgasm was so close her vision blurred.

  Dr. Bascott cocked his hips forward slightly, making her clit rub against him with each stroke.

  That was all she needed. She tipped her head back. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. So close…

  “Come for me, baby.”

  She obeyed, her orgasm ripping through her body, pulsing with the pent-up need she’d carried for months.

  She moaned. One of his palms landed across her mouth as he released her hip. His cock remained buried deep inside her. “Shhh. Too loud, baby.”

  It took several deep breaths before she floated back down to Earth and realized he came at the same time she did. She’d been so engrossed in her own orgasm, she only caught the tail end of his pulsing cock inside her. That’s how violently her pussy had grasped him.

  She blinked and licked her lips as Dr. Bascott released her mouth and lifted her off his cock. He steadied her on the floor and then turned around to dispose of the condom.

  Without saying a word, he put her clothes back on her, straightening her bra and pulling her shirt over her head first, and then leaning down to tap her legs one at a time until he had her jeans back in place also. He kept her panties.

  Externally, she assumed she was back to rights. Internally, she was a hurricane. What the hell just happened?

  Dr. Bascott finally leaned into her against the door. He gripped her chin, kissed her thoroughly but briefly, and then eased her away from the door. Before she knew what happened, he was gone.

  Eyes wide, mouth open, she glanced around the room and met her gaze in the mirror. “Holy shit.” She turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her cheeks. She was barely composed, and definitely shaking, when she opened the bathroom door.

  Thank fuck no one stood outside the room waiting. She’d have died on the spot.

  The first place her gaze landed when she stepped back into the main room was Dr. Bascott’s table. He was gone. In fact, his entire party was gone. A family of six now occupied the space.

  Sabrina made her way back to her friends. Surprisingly, neither of them mentioned her prolonged absence. She was relieved there was no interrogation. The last thing she needed was the third degree. In fact, she grabbed her purse from the table without sitting.

  “You okay, Sabrina?” Dana asked.

  “Yeah. My stomach’s a little upset. I’m gonna go ahead and go.” Sabrina nodded toward the entrance, backing that way.

  “Oh. Okay. Well, get some rest. I’ll call you.”

  Sabrina turned and left without another word. She knew her minutes were numbered before she would break down in a shivering pile of tears.

  Because what happened in that restroom wasn’t a simple fuck against the door. Nope. It was a total act of domination, and Sabrina recognized she’d been in a sub space that was going to leave her in tears and then wrung out before she could drive herself home.

  If she could just make it to her car…

  She walked out the front door, half expecting the man who had rocked her world to be standing in the parking lot. But her wish was not granted. Dr. Bascott was indeed gone.

  Whatever aftercare Sabrina needed, she was going to have to administer it to herself.

  ∙•∙

  Angelica Hudson glared her own brand of dagger at the restroom door. She’d watched the play-by-play for the last hour. She saw how Professor Bascott looked at that bitch. She’d watched the exchange of looks until both parties were sequestered in the fucking restroom of King Pizza—fucking. She had no doubt.

  “That skanky-ass ho,” she mumbled under her breath as she watched Dr. Bascott exit the bathroom first, looking like nothing untoward had occurred. Instead of heading back into the main section of the restaurant, he turned in the other direction and headed out the back door.

  It took a few more minutes for Sabrina to exit. She looked far worse than Dr. Bascott had.

  Angelica stiffened. Yep. They had definitely fucked like bunnies in the goddamn bathroom.

  After working her tail off to get Dr. Bascott to notice her for months, Angelica was pissed. That fucking bitch thinks she can waltz in here and bat her little eyes and lure him into her web?

  “Ang? Girl, where are you?”

  Angelica jerked her gaze back to her friend Renee and forced a smile. “Right here.”

  “Nope. You’re about a hundred miles from here. And you look like you want to kill someone.” Renee twisted around to see what might be behind her.

  Nothing was there of course. Sabrina was walking toward the front door, looking like her legs would only hold her upright for a limited number of steps.

  Renee turned back and lifted her slice of pizza. “You haven’t eaten a bite yet,” she said around her full mouth, nodding at the entire pie on the table missing only the one piece Renee currently enjoyed. “You said you were starving.”

  Yeah, I was. Before that ho came in and sat down across the room as though she were a magnet for sexy older men.

  What the hell did Dr. Bascott see in her? She was small and skinny with no boobs to speak of.

  Angelica sat up straighter. Unlike me. She glanced down at herself. Women envied her body, and men lusted after it. She knew she had the entire package, all the right curves with huge boobs, full lips, and gorgeous long black hair. Why on earth Dr. Bascott preferred that bitch was beyond her. The woman didn’t even put forth any effort.

  Angelica, on the other hand, had worked that scene forever. She had no intention of accepting this development without a fight.

  She watched as Sabrina stopped outside the glass front of the restaurant and leaned against the window.

  “I have to go,” Angelica announced, standing.

  Renee’s mouth fell open. “Now? We haven’t even started.”

  “Yeah, I don’t feel so well.” She grabbed her stomach. “I’ll catch you later. Sorry.” Angelica reached into her purse, pulled out a few bills and laid them on the table next to Renee to cover her part of the meal.

  “Okay. Be careful. Hope you feel better,” Renee stammered at Angelica’s back as she walked away.

  Sabrina was climbing in her car when Angelica stepped outside. She drove a red Honda Accord with a bumper sticker on the back that read: EDITORS DO IT WITH PUNCTUATION!

  What the hell did that mean? “What a geek.”

  Chapter One

  Two months later…

  “Oh. My. God.” Conner’s entire body stiffened as his gaze landed on Sabrina Duluth’s sexy ass. An ass that was barely covered by the short black skirt she wore. In fact, covered might have been a stretch. He was pretty sure he could actually see the bottom of each cheek every time she took another step away from him.

  Zane sat next to him at the bar, twisting his head around to follow Conner’s gaze. “What? Oh, wow. Sweet. I think she’s with someone though.”

  Conner adjusted his cock. Two seconds ago, it had been perfectly flaccid. Now, holy mother of God.

  Zane turned back to face him. “Conner?”

  “I know her,” he muttered.

  “You do? I’ve never seen her here before.”

  “Me neither.”

  “Where do you know her from?”

  “She was in my British literature class last semester.”

  “Wait. Don’t tell me she’s the hot chick you mentioned a few times?”

  “The very one.” Conner continued to watch her back, craning his neck to see where she headed. He’d spoken of her months ago. He had not, however, mentioned the incident in King Pizza. Even though Zane had been there—hell, all six guys from The Fight Club had been there—he’d
left them to follow her to the restroom. In a moment of insanity, he’d literally fucked the woman against the bathroom door. He couldn’t believe he’d done it even eight weeks later. He’d barely stopped thinking about her every hour of every day. He’d whittled it down to perhaps only at night…and a few times a day. That’s how sweet she’d been. He’d forced himself not to hunt her down for all these weeks to get another taste of her own brand of heaven.

  What he had not done was burn her out of his system by fucking her in the bathroom. He’d told himself the entire semester she was way too innocent for the likes of him, and he’d used that motto to keep her at arm’s length, going so far as to treat her harsher than the other students, just so there would be no misunderstanding.

  Until the afternoon at King Pizza. When he saw her squirming in her seat unable to take her gaze off him, he needed to have her. Like a drug, he was lured to her.

  And like an idiot, he took her. She held his entire life in her hands now. She could ruin him if she wanted. Fucking a student was strictly forbidden.

  That pissed him off. Even though it was entirely his fault.

  And here she was in Extreme. A BDSM club. One of the top clubs in the Vegas area. A club where he was a member. Not her. And he wanted things to stay that way.

  Deep down, he’d known she was submissive after that incident. Even if she hadn’t known, he had. She was way too young to dabble in BDSM, however. Way too young for him. And way way too young to be hanging out at Extreme.

  The woman was off limits. He hadn’t seen her on campus this semester, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t taking classes in other departments. He was an asshole of the largest variety.

  And here she was walking through his life again. In my fucking club.

  Zane chuckled, completely oblivious to Conner’s plight, both the physical and emotional plights he fought. “What luck. She’s into BDSM.” He paused. “Although, again, it seems she’s with that guy who has his hand on her back.”

  Conner stood, scooting his stool back several inches. He didn’t have the first clue what he intended to do, but sit on his ass and watch her wasn’t an option. Hell, it hadn’t been an option the last time he’d seen her either. Thus the restroom incident.

  The woman pulled him in like a magnet.

  “Conner.” Zane grabbed his arm. “You better think about this, dude. Now doesn’t look like a good time to approach her.” Zane had no idea what Conner was so worked up about. He was misinterpreting Conner’s haste, probably assuming lust drove Conner to react.

  Although, on the one hand, that was true. The lust Conner felt for Sabrina Duluth made his cock hard and his blood pump. And if he thought his cock had been stiff for her sweet ass two months ago at King Pizza, after having a taste of her, his cock was solid steel this time.

  Conner seethed. He’d had his eye on Sabrina Duluth for the entire spring semester. Fraternizing with a student was more than prohibited. Besides the fact it was against university policy, it was entirely unethical. Conner would never cross that line. Never. But then he had. He wanted to scream for his foolishness over the summer. All she’d have to do was turn him in, and he’d be fired on the spot.

  It had been a rough several months with Sabrina’s cute ass sitting in the second row of his class three times a week. It had been a rougher two months since he’d had her.

  At thirty-eight, Conner was far too old for her. He’d never once in all his years of teaching considered dating a student. Until January. He’d scampered from the classroom more times than he could count to avoid making eye contact with Sabrina or revealing the hard-on he inevitably got each time she spoke in class.

  He closed his eyes for a moment and gripped the edge of the bar. He could picture her licking her lips before she asked a question, her timid hand held in the air. The way she tossed her long brown curls over her shoulder.

  The first day he saw her, he did a double take and swallowed his tongue. Assuming she was an eighteen-year-old freshman, he’d chastised himself repeatedly. As time went by, he began to doubt she was actually that young. She didn’t giggle with the other girls in class. It didn’t seem she knew anyone, nor did she take the opportunity to get to know them.

  It would have been easier to ignore her if she’d been in her teens. But Sabrina was undoubtedly a woman, not a girl. Way too young for him, but old enough not to feel like some sort of pervert when he lusted after her.

  “Conner. Let’s think this through.”

  Conner opened his eyes to meet Zane’s gaze. “You’re right.” He sat back down, but stared across the room where Sabrina disappeared down the side hall. “Shit. Do you think she’s doing a scene?”

  “It’s possible. Or watching one.”

  The hall she’d turned down had a series of three-sided rooms where Doms and subs could play while other patrons watched. The idea crawled up Conner’s spine and made him stiffen his neck. He moaned.

  “Does she know you’re into her?”

  “Of course not.” Conner furrowed his brow. “I haven’t seen her for months. I’ve never been so relieved for a class to end.” That wasn’t entirely true. He had seen her—once. But that didn’t mean she knew he was into her.

  “Okay, then it really isn’t reasonable for you to stomp up to her and go all caveman. She’s with a guy. You’re going to have to handle this another time.”

  Conner took a deep breath. “I have no business handling this ever. She’s a student.”

  “It’s a new year. She’s not in your class anymore, right?”

  “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean she’s not going to show up in one of my other classes someday. If she’s an English major, there’s a good chance I’ll have her again. I still can’t approach her. It’s totally against school policy to date a student, even if she isn’t in my class.” He cringed, listening to his own lecture.

  Zane leaned forward, blocking the spot where Conner’s gaze wandered again. Zane’s grin was huge.

  Conner startled. “What?” He shook his head to clear it. There was no way he was ever going to have that woman again.

  “Want me to see where she went?” Zane asked, ignoring Conner’s rhetorical question.

  “No.” Conner stood again. He didn’t say anything to Zane as he walked away, heading in the direction his sexy student had traveled. He wouldn’t confront her. That would be beyond uncomfortable. He just wanted to know where she went. Another glimpse of her wouldn’t hurt anything. She would never know. And then he’d leave the club. Obviously tonight wasn’t a good night for him to be at Extreme.

  Hell, if she started coming to the club often, he’d never be able to return.

  Sauntering slowly down the viewing hall, Conner scanned in every direction, unsure if he would find Sabrina watching or participating. If he found her inside one of the rooms with that other Dom’s hands on her… Hell, he didn’t know what he might do.

  Nothing, you asshole. You don’t own her. And you have a moral obligation to completely ignore her.

  Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks. There she was. He couldn’t breathe. For one thing, the hint of perfect ass he’d seen peeking out from under her skirt was completely in his line of sight. She was positioned on a spanking bench, her smooth white cheeks exposed with her skirt pushed up to her lower back. He could make out the distinct tan line that split her ass from her thighs.

  She wore a thin, lacy, black thong that barely covered her pussy. With her legs spread on the pads of the bench, she left little to the imagination.

  Conner’s gaze darted to the man dominating her as he set his hands on Sabrina’s ass and massaged her cheeks. Conner didn’t know him, though he’d seen him at Extreme before. He was closer to Conner’s age than Sabrina’s. He was built and tall, though not as built or as tall as Conner, but few people were.

  When the first spank landed on Sabrina’s ass, Conner flinched—not because he was averse to watching a woman get her ass swatted but because he had a deep clawing urge to yan
k this particular Dom off Sabrina and take over the scene.

  He wouldn’t, of course. But he fisted his hands at his sides and forced himself to remain still.

  Conner’s reaction was nothing compared to Sabrina’s. The little minx moaned. Pink rose up on her smooth cheek as she squeezed her knees against the padded sides of the bench.

  The second swat landed on the other cheek. The Dom was good. His blows were perfect. He wasn’t a regular at Extreme, but Conner could see he was very familiar with the lifestyle and undoubtedly belonged to another club. He had experience. The evidence was on the perfectly pinkened ass of Ms. Duluth.

  The man stepped between Sabrina’s legs and molded his palms to her butt, massaging the sting.

  Conner almost groaned. It had been years since he’d reacted like this to a woman. He’d had the hots for her for so long his balls ached. Seeing her with another Dom didn’t make him feel warm and fuzzy. Even though he couldn’t have her for himself, it smarted.

  The Dom stepped back and resumed the role playing, landing several more strikes on Sabrina’s ass and thighs until they were a gorgeous rosy color.

  After another round of soothing touches to Sabrina’s inflamed skin, the guy stepped around and leaned down to say something in Sabrina’s ear.

  She nodded. Her thick brown hair fell across her cheek, and the man tucked it behind her ear.

  The Dom eased back.

  Sabrina had turned her face in Conner’s direction, however. And the second the Dom stepped out from Conner’s line of sight, her gaze met his.

  Conner inhaled sharply. He hadn’t meant for her to see him. He was caught. He froze.

  Her gaze widened. Her mouth opened. The Dom at her ass didn’t notice.

  Conner finally had the sense to spin around and walk away. He turned the corner toward the main section of the club, taking deep breaths.

  Shit.

  Sabrina was under his skin. How the hell had that happened? He’d been a member of Extreme for years. He’d done hundreds of scenes with many different women. He’d even dated a few. Never had he had a reaction to a submissive like this. His cock was hard, and his heart pounded.