The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

“Have you ever worn a gag?”

  “No,” she mumbled.

  “Butt plug? Nipple clamps? Spreader bar?”

  She swallowed again, her eyes wider until she tipped her head out of view again.

  “I’m not saying this to scare you. I’m trying to make a point. You’re green, baby. You’re twenty-six. You should be green. I’d be worried if some Dom you had at eighteen bound you in a dungeon and fucked your tight ass without letting you come.”

  She flinched.

  He held on to her. And then he quickly flipped her onto her back, held her arms over her head, and hovered over her, giving her no space.

  She held her breath, meeting his gaze, her mouth open, her eyes wide.

  “Do I have your attention now?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Okay.” He kissed her nose. “Now, I don’t mean to insinuate that I’m going to overwhelm you all at once, but I’m an experienced Dom with insatiable appetites. I like my subs to do my bidding without question. I’ll insist you obey me when we’re in the role. And I’ll punish you appropriately when you sass me.”

  She still didn’t move a muscle.

  “When we’re playing, I expect you to follow my instructions. No lying. I expect you to be open and honest with me at all times, or this won’t work.

  “No cussing.” He lowered his gaze pointedly. “You may think it’s cute, but I don’t like nasty language coming from your mouth.”

  She held his gaze, but remained mute.

  “No jeans. No pants. I like your pussy available to me. If we’re at the club, keep your gaze down. Refer to me as Sir. Keep your hands at your sides or behind your back as instructed. Be respectful. I won’t push you further than you can handle. And if I scare you, use a safe word—yellow to slow down, red to stop. Understood?”

  She nodded. “How often do you expect me to submit to you? Full-time when we’re together? Just at the club? What about in public?”

  He set his forehead on hers. “I don’t have all the answers yet. Having a submissive in my home will be new to me, so we’ll have to wing it at first, figure out together how often we want to be in the role, establish boundaries for what works for us as we go along.

  “What I know is that you’re mine. I’ll take things slow and keep your lack of experience forefront in my mind. But I won’t go easy on you.” He took her lips in a deep kiss with no warning, slipping his tongue into her mouth to dance with her own. God, she’s sweet.

  Her body relaxed slowly as he plundered her mouth. When a soft moan escaped her lips and she tugged on her hands to free them, he nibbled a path down her neck toward her breast. He’d been inside her twice. He had not had enough of her yet, however.

  Switching both her wrists to one hand, he lowered the other to cup her breast while he flicked his tongue over the nipple.

  Sabrina arched her chest, another longer, louder moan slipping out to fill the room.

  “Stay still, baby.” He pressed her back onto the mattress with his hand. “I need to taste you again. Either remain perfectly still so I can explore your body, or I’ll restrain you and do it anyway. Understood?”

  She nodded.

  He lifted a brow.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy. For once, he’d managed to knock the sass down. He had to battle to avoid smirking. She shivered.

  Conner dipped his head again and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  She flinched, but didn’t buck her chest.

  Lord, her tit was the sweetest thing he’d ever suckled. He squeezed it with his palm, forcing the nipple up into his mouth. He could feel the vibrations of Sabrina’s sounds through her chest as he fondled her rougher.

  Before she completely lost it, he switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. When he finished exploring her nipples, he eased down her body, releasing her hands. “Leave your arms over your head, baby. And spread your legs for me.”

  She did as he told her, biting her lower lip between her teeth and tipping her head back to expose her neck.

  Conner crawled between her legs, spreading them wider until he held her thighs open as far as he imagined comfortable.

  Sabrina whimpered. He knew she wasn’t in pain. She had to be overstimulated.

  Good.

  He pulled her folds open with his thumbs. “So pink,” he mumbled.

  Moisture flooded the entrance to her pussy when he breathed against her opening. Her legs stiffened beneath his grip, pressing in an attempt to close.

  He dug his fingers into her firmer. “Always open for me, baby.” He blew against her clit, the nub sticking out from its hood and glistening with her moisture.

  “Oh, God,” she mumbled. “Conner… Sir…”

  “I know, baby,” he soothed. “I know.” He stuck his tongue into her as far as he could reach and fucked her with it before pulling back out. “Such a tight cunt.” He flattened his tongue on her folds and licked upward until he flicked the tip over her clit.

  She nearly shot off the bed.

  He was ready though, lifting his face to give her a stern look. “Still, Sabrina. You’ll learn to stay still for me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He could barely hear her. Her head rolled from side to side. Her legs shook.

  She was precious.

  He was one lucky bastard. He returned his attention to her smooth mound. “I love the clean shave, baby. Do it every day.” He set his cheek on her pussy and inhaled deeply, luxuriating in her scent and the smoothness of her skin. “Did you shave this evening before I came?” He knew she had. There was no stubble.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, perhaps embarrassed to admit such a thing. Interesting, since that meant she intentionally put her jeans back on before he arrived.

  “Good girl.” Without warning he sucked her clit into his mouth and let his teeth graze the tip.

  She was too close.

  He could feel her entire body stiffening, so he released her. “Not yet, baby. You’ll come when I say. Not before.” If he wasn’t mistaken, her clit actually throbbed. He smiled.

  Finally he released her legs. “Leave yourself open. Don’t move an inch. If you can do that, I’ll let you come. If not, I’ll stop and leave you hanging. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Conner trailed a finger through her folds, gathering her wetness and stroking downward toward her tight forbidden hole.

  She tensed, as he expected.

  He repeated the action several times, spreading her moisture lower and circling her clenched ass. “Your entire body is mine, Sabrina. Not just parts of it. I’ll expect you to surrender this tight hole to me gradually. I’m only going to use one finger tonight, but be prepared for more soon.”

  She moaned. Her legs clenched, but she didn’t close them. Her butt cheeks squeezed tight.

  “Open up to me, baby. I promise it will feel good.” He tapped her rear hole with his finger. “One finger, Sabrina. That’s nothing. Let go of the notion that it’s wrong or dirty. It’s just us here. Consenting adults.” He circled the entrance again, spreading more of her arousal as it ran down from her pussy to coat his finger. That was how he knew she was ready. Her pussy didn’t lie.

  Finally her butt cheeks relaxed.

  “Good girl.” He slipped his finger inside her slowly, pushing through the barrier she created with her clenched muscles.

  Sabrina moaned loudly. Her feet dug into the mattress as she obviously fought to keep from closing her legs.

  “That’s my girl. Just feel.” He pressed deeper until he was up to the second knuckle. Meanwhile he licked through her folds again, spreading them open and dipping his tongue into her sheath.

  “Oh God.”

  Gorgeous. Her sounds made his heart sing. Her noises filled the room. She was so aroused, she couldn’t control them. And that was the point.

  He was so screwed. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but this woman had him wrapped around her finger. She could blatantly defy him every step of the way, a
nd he would still melt at her feet. It was going to be a challenge keeping her oblivious to the effect she had on him.

  Pushing the rest of his finger into her, he circled her tight walls, letting his tongue and finger bump into each other through the thin barrier between them. He pulled his mouth away and traded his tongue for his thumb, spreading his palm open to fuck both holes with one hand.

  Sabrina lifted her ass up.

  He stopped his movement but didn’t remove his fingers. “Uh uh.”

  She let herself relax back onto the bed. “Conner,” she pleaded.

  Her ass was so tight and her cunt so sweet. His cock ached thinking about taking her rear hole. Soon. Not today, but he wouldn’t be able to wait long. He would need to prepare her, stretch her, sweet talk her into letting him in. For now, he lapped at her clit and then sucked it into his mouth again as he fucked both her holes with his hand.

  Sabrina shot off immediately. He hadn’t told her she could, but there was no way he could expect her to hold back under that amount of duress. Her body pulsed around his fingers and his tongue, her orgasm coming from everywhere at once.

  Conner was humbled. The most delicious woman on Earth was his. And he intended to make sure she knew it every day of her life.

  Chapter Nine

  On Saturday morning, Conner got to the gym late. Rafe and Zane were sparring in the cage. Rider and Gage were weight training. Conner joined Rider and Gage.

  “Dmitry was looking for you,” Rider said.

  “Dmitry was here?” Conner hesitated. “Alone?”

  “Yep. He said he knew you’d spoken to Yenin last week. He wanted to follow up on that.”

  Conner frowned. “That guy won’t let it go. Shit. How many times do I have to tell him I’m not going to fight for the Russian mob?”

  Gage chuckled. “I don’t think Dmitry considers himself a member of the mob.”

  “I’m sure he doesn’t. Most of the time I don’t either. Except when he gets pulled into this shit with Yenin and hunts me down to do the asshole’s dirty work.” Conner picked up a set of weights and put them on the bar.

  “What did Yenin say to you last week?” Rider asked.

  “He practically threatened me. Said he needed me to fight for him this weekend. I said fuck no. And he insinuated he could make me.” Conner froze. His entire body went stiff.

  “What?” Gage asked. Several seconds went by. “Dude. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

  Conner spun to face Gage and Rider. Hell, if there was anyone he should talk to about this shit, it was them. Rider was a cop and Gage a K-9 trainer at the police academy. “Fuck.” He set his hands on his hips as his mind ran through several possibilities. “I don’t know why this didn’t occur to me before now, but someone is anonymously trying to get me fired.”

  “From the university?” Rider asked.

  “Yep. Somebody e-mailed the Dean, the head of my department, and the university president telling them I was involved with a student.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Rider set his weights down and stepped closer. “Why would anyone do that? Do you really think Yenin would stoop that low?”

  Conner shrugged. “No idea. But it’s the first possibility I’ve come up with.”

  “Do you think anyone is making an assumption about Sabrina?” Gage asked.

  Conner shook his head. “I’ve wracked my brain over this. I really don’t think this has a damn thing to do with Sabrina.”

  “What makes you say that?” Rider asked.

  “The timing. It makes no sense. I had only seen Sabrina on three occasions when the allegations were made. Someone e-mailed the university over the weekend after she showed up at my fight last Friday. I’ve thought hard about it, but I don’t see how anyone could have seen us together. But fuck me. It is possible Yenin or one of his minions saw us at the fight.” Conner slapped a hand on his forehead. He shook his head as he realized how illogical the scenario was. “No. This just doesn’t add up. Even if Yenin did send someone to spy on me, how the hell would that person know Sabrina was or had ever been a student?”

  “Wait,” Rider interrupted, “this is pretty serious, Conner. Let’s think this through. Why didn’t you call me or mention this before now?”

  Conner shrugged. “Hell, the allegations aren’t valid, so I didn’t think to give a fuck. No one can prove I ever dated a student because I have never fucking dated a student.” His voice rose, and he glanced around to find several other members of the gym staring at him.

  Rider spoke softer. “Okay. So, you saw Sabrina at the fight. You faced her outside the locker room and immediately left the arena. What happened next?”

  “We went straight to my car where we exchanged words and then she stomped off, leaving me holding my dick.” Conner chuckled. He couldn’t help it. The situation may have been serious, but God he loved how the woman could spar. It was better than the cage.

  Gage smirked. “You pissed her off that fast?”

  Conner shook his head. “Trust me. It isn’t difficult. Sabrina is hell on wheels when she puts her mind to it. And I might possibly have contributed to her ire on more than one occasion.”

  Rider spoke again. “Okay, so unless someone followed you from the arena to the car, that’s rather unlikely. The time before that you saw her the previous Friday night, right? At the club?”

  “Yes. She was with another Dom.” He scrunched his face, remembering watching Doug spank her. “We argued that night too.”

  Gage slapped Conner on the shoulder. “Wow, dude. Smooth. It’s a wonder the woman ever consented to do anything with you.”

  “Ha ha. Anyway, we didn’t speak inside the club. No fucking way someone saw us there. I went outside. When she left we argued in the parking lot. The only person who saw that exchange was Frank.”

  “No way would Frank have any interest in getting you fired,” Gage pointed out.

  “Yeah. But at this point, that’s about the best option I’ve come up with,” Conner added. “See the problem? If Frank the door man is trying to get me fired from the university, what the hell is the world coming to? What motive would the guy have? I don’t even know him. Unless he had been sleeping with Sabrina, I don’t see why he would give a fuck that I was. And I know he never met Sabrina before that night. It was her first time at Extreme.”

  “Right. Let’s rule out poor Frank.” Rider pursed his lips and then continued. “Wait. You said you’d seen her three times. When was the other encounter?”

  Conner winced. He had not intended to tell the guys about fucking his woman in the bathroom of King Pizza. Ever. It was their little secret.

  “Yeah. Dude,” Gage said, “if you managed to fight with her at the club and then the arena, you must have pissed her off royally at some previous encounter. I know she was in your class last semester, but you never mentioned seeing her after that ended.”

  “Yeah, I might have possibly run into her over the summer.”

  “Maybe?” Rider raised an eyebrow, and then a grin fell across his face. “Are you fucking kidding,” he whispered. “Did you sleep with her?”

  “Maybe.”

  “And you don’t think that has anything to do with the allegations?”

  “Not really. Super unlikely. Even more unlikely than Frank.”

  “Shit, Conner.” Rider ran a hand through his hair. “At this point, it seems the most likely prospect is Sabrina herself.”

  “No fucking way.” Conner shook his head. “Not a chance.”

  Rider didn’t look convinced. “You fucked the woman over the summer. Then I’m going to assume you didn’t see her again or contact her. When she saw you at the club she was pissed. Then she saw you at the arena and she was pissed. What makes you think she didn’t e-mail the school with some bogus story about you dating a student to get you in trouble for being such an asshole?”

  Conner winced again. He shook his head again too. “Not buying it. Not a chance.”

  “Didn’t
she stalk you? Follow you from the university to the arena?” Gage asked. “And wasn’t she fit to kill?”

  “Yes, but come on. We’ve come so far since then. We’re together now.”

  “So?” Rider lifted a brow. “That doesn’t mean she didn’t e-mail the university between fighting with you and making up.”

  “No way. I’m telling you, Sabrina isn’t a suspect in this. I don’t believe it. She doesn’t have it in her.”

  Rider still looked skeptical.

  Hell, Gage did too. “Anyone else a possibility? Who else have you pissed off lately?”

  Rider flinched. “Who haven’t I pissed off lately? Seems the entire world is mad at me. May as well toss Missy in.”

  “Shit. Didn’t think of that,” Rider said. “Who else?”

  “Oh, how about a faculty member? Tina Chang isn’t pleased with me, either.”

  “Tina Chang? Isn’t that the lady who stuck her tongue in your mouth at a company party?” Gage asked.

  “Yep.”

  “Why is she mad?”

  “She left me a voice message asking me—no telling me—she needed me to attend some family function with her last weekend.”

  “Why the hell would she do that?” Rider asked.

  “Desperation I guess. But she also received the e-mail alleging I am in violation of university policy. And she came to my office to speak to me about it.”

  “Doesn’t mean she didn’t send the e-mails. Shit, you have a lot of enemies.” Gage chuckled sardonically. “Glad I’m not on your bad side.”

  “Hell, no one is on my bad side. It just seems I manage to get on other people’s bad side with great frequency lately.”

  “What did the university say about the allegations?” Rider asked.

  “Dean Sheffield called me into her office. She was very nice about it. As she should be. I’ve been on staff for fifteen years. My record is exemplary. She knows I would never date a student.”

  Rider nodded. “Nevertheless, she had no choice but to call you in and let you know what occurred.”

  “Right. And as far as I know, that’s all that’s happened so far. An anonymous tip that I was involved with an anonymous student. No names were mentioned. That’s why I didn’t lose too much sleep over it. Now, if this had happened over the summer, it would have been a different story. I’d have shit a brick.”