The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  She melted under his touch, softening to him, a low moan melding with his in her mouth.

  He set his hand on her thigh and eased it up her body, pushing the silky black material of her dress up as he went until he cupped her breast.

  Sabrina arched into his touch. Her head fell back as she broke the kiss. “Conner…”

  “Stay,” he mumbled against her neck.

  “Mmm.” Her noise was noncommittal.

  “Stay,” he repeated as he nibbled down to her cleavage. He wasn’t playing fair, and he knew it.

  Her hands landed on his shoulders. “Fine. You win.”

  He lifted his head. “It wasn’t a contest. It was more of a plea. I want you in my bed. I may never let you leave.”

  She chewed on her lower lip and then released it. “I can’t stay forever. I need to get some work done tomorrow. You’ve thrown me completely off schedule.”

  He grinned. “Me? What did I do?”

  “Muddled my brain so I can’t edit.”

  He widened his smile. “Perfect. My work here is done.” Conner flicked his thumb over her nipple and watched her face as she sucked in a sharp breath. Just as quickly, he released her and stood, tugging her with him.

  She wobbled on her bare feet, holding on to his forearm.

  Before she could protest, he lifted her into his arms and carried her through the room, stopping to flip off the lights as he made his way down the hall. When he reached his bedroom, he set her on her feet next to the bed and tugged her dress over her head, leaving her naked to his view.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and held her at arm’s length. “You’re exquisite, baby.” His gaze wandered down her small frame, taking in her pert breasts, the nipples puckered. Next he lowered his head to her pussy. She fidgeted. He wanted to fuck her so bad. And it wasn’t going to happen. That didn’t mean his cock was on board, however. “Kneel, baby.”

  She did as he instructed, setting her hands on his thighs. Without asking permission, she palmed his cock with one hand and worked the button on his jeans with the other.

  Conner held his breath, wondering what her motivation was while fighting the urge to come before she got him out of his pants. Finally, he grabbed both her wrists. “Don’t move.” He set her hands at her sides and left her kneeling in front of the bed in order to stand and remove his clothes. As soon as he was naked, he stroked his stiff length from base to tip.

  Sabrina remained where he left her.

  “Good girl.” He eased back onto the bed, positioning himself in front of her again. “Sucking me isn’t a requirement. And it won’t change my mind about your own disobedience.” He gripped his cock again, pumping it several times.

  “Yes, Sir.” She licked her lips and leaned forward, demure for the first time in many hours. “May I, Sir?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sabrina stared at the bobbing cock in front of her. Nothing mattered except taking it into her mouth. She was well aware of the pulsing in her pussy and the way her nipples puckered, but those factors only drove her need to taste him higher. Even if he kept his word, which she had little doubt of at that point, she still wanted to suck him off.

  At least she’d have the satisfaction of knowing she could take Conner Bascott down to his knees with her mouth. Weakening him was a sight to behold.

  “Look at me, Sabrina.”

  She lifted her gaze.

  “You are clear that I will not fuck you tonight, right?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Why did he have to say it so many times? Every time he reiterated his position, the knot in her belly tightened. Wetness leaked between her legs and ran down her thighs. It unnerved her. She leaned forward and reached with her hands to cup his balls.

  “Keep your hands at your sides.”

  She paused for a second and then dropped her hands and leaned forward to lick his cock. Conner held it for her, angling it toward her mouth. Precome dripped from the tip, and she lapped at it, smiling as he moaned.

  “You undo me, baby.”

  She sucked him into her mouth and drew him deep, forcing his hand to inch down the shaft. Working together, she thrust again and again while he held his dick at the level of her mouth. It was so sexy bumping into his fingers with each pass.

  Without the use of her hands, she struggled to keep her balance.

  Conner went rigid when she sucked harder. Suddenly, he set his free hand on her head and forced her to release him. His other palm still gripped his cock, thrusting up and down the length rapidly.

  Sabrina couldn’t move. He held her in place with a firm grip on the top of her head. She watched with rapt attention as he masturbated, not understanding why he hadn’t let her complete the task.

  With a long groan, he reached his peak, angling his cock at her chest while his come spurted out to land on her breasts.

  Sabrina gasped, her eyes wide with both shock and arousal. No man had ever so boldly shot off on her body before. It was hot. Her nipples puckered harder as his come dripped down the tips. She fisted her hands to keep from reaching for him. He obviously intended for her to remain still. Her pussy gripped at nothing. She would give anything to rub her clit and finish herself off, but that wasn’t in the cards.

  Conner Bascott was the master of this scene. His rules. His game.

  And she knew without a doubt she would enjoy every minute of whatever he dished out. Whatever had possessed her earlier, making her think she should go home, vanished. She was right where she belonged. On her knees at Conner’s feet, his come dripping down her chest like a piece of art. Her pussy longing for action. Her heart seeming to lean forward in her chest as this man claimed her as his own.

  When he was spent, Conner released his cock and reached forward to drag the side of his finger up one of her breasts until he flicked over the tip. He brought the finger—covered in his release—to her lips. “Suck, baby.”

  Sabrina opened her mouth and let his finger in. His flavor coated her taste buds, reminding her she was his to control.

  He pulled his finger out with a pop and repeated the action on her other nipple.

  She sucked again, cleaning his pointer of the come gathered up to the second knuckle.

  “Good girl.” He sat back and released her head finally. “Don’t move.”

  She dipped her face to the floor in subservience as he stepped away and padded across the room. She listened to the water running in the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with a damp cloth. His come still coated her chest and belly. She actually hated for him to remove the evidence of what she’d done to him.

  A short yelp escaped her lips when the washcloth landed on one breast. It was cold. Her nipple puckered.

  Conner chuckled. He’d done it on purpose. “I believe you enjoyed that a little too much for such a naughty girl.”

  She winced. He wouldn’t forget her earlier infractions. And he wouldn’t take it easy on her.

  When she was cleaned of his come, he set the cloth aside. “Stand.”

  Her knees wobbled as she rose to her feet.

  Conner stood. “Lean over the side of the bed, baby. Hands over your head.”

  She shook as she did so. She knew he would spank her now. He’d made that clear. She wanted him to. It would absolve her of the infraction so they could wipe the slate clean and start fresh. Not that she didn’t intend to cuss in his presence again, but she would think twice about when and where next time, knowing her pussy would be left empty and longing afterward.

  She braced herself, slightly worried. He’d spanked her before, but this time was different. He wouldn’t be gentle.

  “Scoot back a few inches so your tits hang off the mattress.”

  Oh God. Did he have any idea how aroused she was? What if she came without permission while he spanked her, or after?

  “Why are you being punished, Sabrina?”

  Oh shit. He wanted her to speak? She gulped. “For cussing, Sir.”

  “Do you deserve to be spanked?”
/>   “Yes, Sir.”

  “Have I not made myself clear on many occasions that I won’t tolerate that foul mouth of yours?”

  “You have, Sir.”

  “I’m not going to go easy on you, baby. It will hurt. Especially since your ass is still pink from earlier. I want you to remember this punishment for a while. Perhaps it will help you curb your language if you have to wince to sit tomorrow.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Don’t move.” He set his hand on her lower back and braced her. “Spread your legs apart farther.”

  She stepped out with both feet.

  “Ten swats. You may not come at any time.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice wobbled.

  “If you find yourself close, say the word yellow. If you come without permission, your punishment will be much worse.”

  She couldn’t imagine what might be entailed in “much worse,” but she didn’t intend to find out.

  “We can take it slow if you can’t control the need to come, but don’t let yourself go over the edge. It’s clear to me the idea of being spanked makes you very horny.”

  Damn him.

  The first swat landed on the juncture of both cheeks, taking her by surprise with its intensity. Holy fuck. He wasn’t kidding. It hurt.

  And son of a bitch her pussy pulsed with renewed need.

  No one had ever hit her that hard. Her whole body came alive.

  A second slap landed lower, almost at her thighs, causing her to sway forward with the impact.

  She moaned. Her clit vibrated as though it had received the brunt of the attention instead of her ass.

  When the third strike landed on her right cheek, she yelped. “Yellow, Sir.” She struggled to breathe. The sharp pain stung, but it seemed the harder he spanked, the more she needed release. Her face heated with embarrassment, and she was glad it was somewhat hidden by the mattress.

  “Good girl.” He soothed her burning ass with his palm. “Let me know when I can continue.”

  Never.

  She wasn’t at all sure she would ever be able to endure seven more similar swats against her burning, needy ass. Even her tight rear hole wanted attention. She gripped her cheeks together.

  “Ready for more, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Might as well get it over with. To prolong the experience would do her no good.

  Two rapid swats in succession landed on her left cheek, one high and one low. “Stop wiggling, Sabrina.” His hand firmed on her lower back. “I’m not fond of a moving target.”

  She hadn’t known she was moving. She curled her toes to grip the carpet beneath her feet.

  Two more spanks, lower, at the juncture of her thighs again.

  “Yellow,” she yelled. “Sir.” She held her breath and then released it. “Oh God. I can’t. I’m going to come.”

  “No.” Conner squeezed her thigh hard, his thumb reaching between her legs to land dangerously close to her pussy. “You won’t come. Control, Sabrina. This isn’t for your pleasure.”

  There was no way in hell for him to dictate what she found pleasurable, but he knew that. She gasped for air, gritting her teeth and then holding her breath. All her concentration centered on her pussy. She was so wet. One light touch and she would shoot off.

  “Three left, baby.” He eased his grip and massaged her cheeks again. “Ready?”

  “No, Sir.” She was not. If he spanked her, she would come. And the thought completely unnerved her.

  “I know it’s hard, baby. It’s supposed to be hard. Get a grip. I’ll give you about five seconds and then I’m going to continue.” He lifted his hand.

  She held her breath. Please, God. Don’t let me come.

  The last three spanks landed fast and hard between her cheeks.

  She rocked forward on the last one but managed to keep from coming.

  “Good girl.” He stepped behind her and stood between her spread legs. “I’m proud of you. I misjudged you when I said you were too young. I apologize.” He set both palms on her sore ass and rubbed gently.

  Sabrina couldn’t believe his words. So sincere. Maybe the age difference jokes were over now. Her chest swelled at the thought of pleasing him. Her face was hot and undoubtedly beet red. Tears threatened to fall from the sharp slaps and the emotional overload.

  Her legs turned to jelly, shaking uncontrollably.

  Conner released her. “Don’t move. Stay right there. I’m going to grab a few things.”

  A few things? What few things?

  He was back behind her in moments. Before she caught her breath, his hands were on her ass again. This time they were covered in something wet. “It’s a special oil, baby. It will ease the sting.” He massaged it into her ass and thighs roughly while she fought the continued need to come. “You did so well. I’m so pleased.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Your legs are still shaking.”

  They were.

  “I need you to stay in this position a little longer.” He released her finally. A ripping noise filled her ears. Condom? No, too loud for that. “I’m going to put a small plug in your tight hole, baby.”

  What? Oh God. Was she ready for that? Why now?

  “Don’t stiffen up.” He set one hand on her ass again, pulling that cheek away from the other. The overwhelming exposure was enough to make her knees buckle. His other hand was around her in an instant. “Stay with me. Just another minute.”

  She locked her knees.

  Conner stroked a finger between her cheeks as he righted himself again. “Open up for me. If you clench, it will only make it harder. The sooner I get the plug in, the sooner you can relax.”

  Relax? With a plug in my ass? I don’t see how this is possible.

  Deep breaths. This was unavoidable. Most of her truly wanted him to fuck her in that tight forbidden hole. She was curious. Women said they enjoyed it. She wasn’t opposed to the idea at all. But was all this embarrassing fanfare necessary? Conner was staring at her asshole. How horrifying.

  He held her cheeks spread wide. When he tapped the little hole, she winced.

  “I haven’t done anything yet, Sabrina. And this isn’t going to hurt. It’s so small you’ll hardly notice it. Relax your muscles. Any discomfort is all in your head.”

  He was right. But that didn’t make it easier.

  She smashed her face into the mattress and willed her rear to accept this plug.

  “Good girl.” A blunt object pressed at her entrance and swirled. “I’m going to insert it now. Hold still.”

  She did as he instructed, expecting more of a stretch than what actually occurred. The plug must have been quite small. It only took him a second to pop it into her. She felt the unusual stretch of her rectum around the foreign item, but it didn’t hurt. It also wasn’t nearly as large as Conner’s cock.

  “That’s my girl.” He twisted the external section of the plug, making every nerve ending in and around her ass come to life. Even her pussy contracted. And then he was gone.

  She didn’t move a muscle while he padded to the adjoining bathroom again and then returned.

  He pulled the comforter and sheet back from the head of the bed. “Climb up, baby.”

  Her ass stung, and she winced again as she crawled onto the bed and then collapsed on her belly. The plug felt like it had a ten-inch ball extending from between her cheeks. Irrational, but since she hadn’t seen it, she didn’t know what it looked like.

  Conner chuckled as he climbed up beside her and eased the sheet over her back. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her cheek. “You’re an amazing woman, Sabrina. Thank you.”

  “For what, Sir?”

  “For staying, and for allowing me to so totally control you.” His hand landed on her lower back, and he snuggled in beside her. “You warm enough?”

  “Yes.” She was warm. Too warm. Her pussy still throbbed. She squirmed against the sheet beneath her and moaned as her sensitive clit rubbed the material.

 
Conner’s hand firmed on her back. “Stop wiggling. I know you need to come. You will not. I’m not a lenient Dom. You should know that by now. I mean what I say. When you cuss, you will find your ass sore and your pussy needy. But I won’t back down on my word. Tonight you will sleep with that need welling up inside you. Tomorrow you will not cuss at me.”

  She swallowed. He might be right about that. The way she felt right now was enough to cause her to watch her language. He said she would learn. She hadn’t believed him.

  Apparently she should have listened. She’d never wanted to fuck so badly in her life. The thought of shutting her mind down and sleeping was inconceivable. All her blood had congregated at her pussy. Her clit was smashed against the bed and pulsing. It wasn’t enough. Her arousal was so palpable she could smell it in the room.

  Conner kissed her shoulder and held her close. “Sleep, Sabrina.”

  For a long time, she lay there concentrating on breathing. She was aware when Conner drifted off, leaving her wanting. It took at least another half an hour before she calmed down enough to let sleep claim her.

  »»•««

  “Yes. Oh God, yes,” Angelica screamed as Leo jerked her head back by her hair and fucked her harder. She was on her hands and knees, her legs spread. And he was the best fuck she’d ever had. Sure, he was rough, but she liked it rough. And he was older. But she liked her men older too. Like Dr. Bascott. The older ones were the only ones who were capable of being rough enough to really get her blood boiling.

  And Leo was one hot fuck.

  She had always imagined Dr. Bascott would be a similarly hot fuck. One day she intended to find out.

  She closed her eyes as Leo slammed into her over and over. If he would just rub her clit…

  Finally, Leo leaned over her and nibbled her earlobe. “That feel good, sweetheart?” His accent sent a shiver down her spine, as usual. Whatever it was, it was sexy as hell.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Harder. Please.” She squirmed.

  He chuckled and released her hair to grab both her hips. Holding her steady, he fucked her faster. His fingers dug into her skin. She didn’t care if he left bruises as long as he didn’t stop.