The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  For a split second he was aggravated. And then his attention shifted to his cock, and he found himself staring down at a mess of thick black wavy hair. He feared hallucination, and then he smiled. Abby. Jesus. That woman had burrowed into him and taken him unaware. He would get her back for this.

  But first he would let her explore and enjoy the fucking hot morning blow job.

  Her teeth gently grazed the thin skin of his cock as her head bobbed up and down. He was so close. How long had she been sucking him in his dream? He had no idea. But he was rock hard, and he hadn’t even managed to send a message to his arms to reach for her.

  When she moaned around his length, the vibrations enough to drive him out of his head, he went into action, lifting both arms and threading his fingers into her hair, careful not to tug the locks where she would be sore from the staples. He didn’t stop her. He was too far gone to have that kind of willpower, but this little game of hers where she’d managed to top him wouldn’t go unnoticed. He would let her finish, suck his cock dry, and then he would teach her a beautiful lesson about submission. One she would not soon forget.

  Abby sucked.

  Zane gripped her head.

  Deeper.

  Harder.

  And then he came, shooting down her throat on a long deep moan, her body tensing from top to bottom. All he knew was his cock and how good her mouth felt wrapped around him.

  He wasn’t a man who usually lost control of a situation, but Abby pressed buttons in him he didn’t know he had.

  When he was completely spent, she lifted her face finally and set her chin on his torso, grinning at him like she’d won the lottery. “Morning.”

  Zane stared down at her, knowing a smile was also spreading across his face and unable to stop it. He was losing his Dom status quickly. Abby was tearing it to shreds. He needed to regroup and flip this woman onto her back. And he would, after he gave her another moment to relish her accomplishment.

  As his blood returned to his limbs, he caught his breath. And then he pounced, jerking down to haul Abby up the bed and flipping her onto her back. He didn’t give her a moment to think before he had her hands above her head and yanked the sheet up from the side to secure her to the spindles.

  “Zane…” She whispered his name, but not in fear. Good. He didn’t want to scare her. He just wanted to show her more of what being with him would mean, both to him and to her.

  When he had her hands completely bound, he finally lowered his gaze.

  She was shivering. Her nipples were hard pointed peaks. And he shifted down her frame immediately, spread her legs wide, and speared a finger into her tight warmth. Eureka. She was soaking wet. It could have been from the blow job. Some women were aroused by sucking on their partner. But he was confident her reaction had more to do with his dominance.

  Abby squirmed, small sounds coming out of her mouth as she wiggled around his hand.

  Zane gripped her thigh and held her steady while he continued to fuck her with that one finger.

  Her belly dipped and her breathing became erratic.

  Fuck me. She was close to coming. He didn’t want her to come yet. That wasn’t in the plan. He pulled his finger from the sheath and lifted it to circle her stiff nipple, spreading her wetness on the distended tip.

  Abby bucked her chest. She tipped her head back, elongating her smooth neck and pressing her breast up into his finger. Her glorious body hummed.

  Zane dipped his finger back into her pussy and drew out more of her moisture to lavish on her other nipple.

  Abby panted. He knew she was responsive. Hell, he’d seen her come from watching a scene. A woman didn’t get more responsive than that, but this squirming, gasping, gorgeous creature was a sight to behold.

  Zane released her and stepped from the bed, leaving her staring at him with her eyes wide and her mouth open. He narrowed his gaze at her. “Don’t move. Don’t speak. And keep your legs spread wide.” He left her there, padding from the room. He had no choice. For one thing, she was too easy. If she always came that easily, how would he ever control her?

  For another thing, he was so fucking horny, he needed to get a grip on his own arousal before he continued. He’d just had a fantastic blow job and already his cock stood at attention.

  Coffee. He padded naked to her kitchen and rummaged around in her cabinets until he located everything he needed and had the Keurig brewing. He wiped a hand down his face while he waited and commanded his cock to stand down.

  Steaming mug in hand, he returned to the bedroom.

  Abby lay exactly where he’d left her. Good. He wasn’t sure how far she would test him at first. He suspected the next few weeks would be filled with him fighting for dominance and her testing the boundaries. What he knew for sure was she was submissive. She would cave. And she would enjoy every minute of it and look back to wonder why anyone would choose a different path.

  Zane climbed between her legs, careful not to spill his cup. He spread her wider and met her gaze while he took a sip. Her lips were pursed, probably to keep from speaking. “Ah, baby. You’re so submissive.” He stroked her thigh. “You tried to top me.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Hell, you did top me.” He took another sip and then grinned. “It was fucking hot. And I loved it. And you can do that again anytime you want. But…” Another sip of his coffee while she waited.

  She opened her mouth, but he set his finger over her lips. “Uh uh. Not a word. My show now. You had yours.” He glanced down at her pussy. Still soaking wet, a trail of her arousal leaking between her legs toward her ass.

  Her nipples stood erect. She thrived under his direction.

  “Here’s the deal. Payback. You can have your fun. I enjoy your fun. But now I’m going to have mine. My way.” He reached across her to one side and set his mug on the bedside table. When he came back to center, he hovered over her, his face inches from hers. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re aroused. And I don’t know where you’ve been hiding, but you’re a natural submissive, baby.”

  Her mouth opened again.

  He halted her with a quick kiss. “No words. My show. My rules.” He sat back. Just staring at her made her squirm. He wanted to explore her, taste her, touch every inch of her skin, but if he did so, she would come. And he wanted her to know what it felt like to stay on the edge. “If you speak a word, I’ll make this take longer.”

  She closed her mouth.

  “Good girl.” He pinched both her nipples without warning, sharp and brief.

  She yelped and then her eyes went wide, thinking she’d be in trouble for breaking the silence.

  He smiled. “You can moan and scream all you want. But no talking.”

  She relaxed her body marginally against the bed.

  Zane trailed a finger up the inside of her thigh and circled her lower lips. He added two other fingers and danced them across her pussy until he tapped the hood of her clit. “Love this little strip,” he said as he toyed with the hair trimmed short above her clit.

  Her torso lifted. He chuckled. “My girl is so responsive. You make it very difficult to play.” He stopped touching her to watch her face again. “You’re a quick learner. I wouldn’t have expected you to go this long without talking. I’m proud of you.” He set a hand spread open on her belly. “I know there’s a tight bundle of need ready to explode in here, and when it does, it’s going to be epic. Your obedience will reap this reward.”

  She panted again, her gaze hazy.

  Zane stroked her tits again, circling her nipples in spirals without touching the tips. They were so stiff. He knew if he pressed on them, she would come. He leaned over finally and flicked his tongue over them one at a time when he thought she could handle it. And then he hovered over her farther and licked the seam of her lips.

  Abby reached out her tongue, but he pulled back, stroking his thumb across her bottom lip. She whimpered. So fucking sexy.

  When he dipped his thumb in between her lips, she curled around it and sucked. She
stared at him, her eyes watery and dilated.

  It was time to let her come. Zane popped his thumb out of her mouth and kissed a path down her chin, her neck, her shoulder. He nibbled his way across her chest, carefully nipping each nipple while she bucked into his mouth. He made his way down her belly until he reached her pussy. He flicked his tongue over her clit, and she dug her heels into the bed again to lift her torso.

  Her arms jerked, but she was well secured. He didn’t want her to hurt herself, but the sheets were soft enough to protect her.

  Zane used one hand to lift the hood of her clit, holding it tight. And then he simultaneously sucked her nub into his mouth while fucking her hard with three fingers from his free hand.

  Abby screamed, instantly rigid.

  Zane sucked, fucking her pussy rapidly, reaching as deep as he could so his palm flattened against her lower lips with each thrust.

  Her scream turned to a whimper as she froze. He felt the swell of her channel just before she came. He swore she came both clitorally and through her G-spot. The inside of her pussy gripped his fingers. Her clit pulsed around his lips.

  When she finally collapsed onto the bed, he eased off her, kissing her mound reverently before lifting to hover over her and untie her hands. Her face was flushed. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her lips opened and closed several times, her eyes seeing nothing. And then she met his gaze. “Oh. My. God.”

  He chuckled.

  “Zane.”

  “Yeah, baby?” he asked unnecessarily, leaning on one elbow to the side of her and stroking his fingers across her breasts.

  “I—” She didn’t finish. A tear escaped her eye and ran down toward her ear.

  “Just relax. Catch your breath, baby.” He wiped the tear away and then pulled her closer. She was shaking. He pulled the covers over them both and held her tight, kissing her temple. His mouth to her ear, he whispered calming words. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

  It wasn’t okay, though. He was falling. So hard he couldn’t see the ground below.

  Abby slowly relaxed in his arms. Her breathing slowed. When she finally spoke again, she made him laugh. “You drank coffee without me.”

  “You were naughty.”

  She lifted her face off the pillow. “I gave you a blow job. Men like to wake up with their cocks in a woman’s mouth.”

  “Mmm. This is true. But Doms like to direct things. Sweet sexy women who think they can control their Dom will find themselves in a heap of trouble.”

  She flopped back down, a smile on her lips. She was not in any way mad. “You do realize I have not been thwarted.”

  “Yep.” He kissed her temple. “You do realize my arsenal is huge.”

  “I’m counting on it.” She twisted to face him. “I hope my heart can stand it.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  An hour later, Abby was reaching into the cabinet to get a mug when Zane came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her under her breasts. He kissed her neck. “My shirt rides high when you lift onto your tiptoes.” He nibbled behind her ear. “I’m going to move all the dishes up that high. I like to see your ass peeking out.”

  She giggled as she flattened her feet. “Maybe I need a longer shirt.”

  “Maybe you need no shirt at all.” He reached for the hem and lifted it above her hips, setting his hands on her waist and pressing her into the counter.

  Her breath hitched. How the hell could she be aroused again? Her bare ass and pussy in the kitchen made her shiver.

  A knock at the door made Zane groan against her neck.

  Abby wiggled around until she was facing him. “Probably Emily wanting to make sure we’re still alive in here.”

  “Nosy.”

  Abby grinned as she moved to separate herself from his clutches.

  He held firm. “I’ll get it. At least I have pants on. You stay here.” He padded across the room. His jeans were all he had on. His feet were bare and his fine smooth back took up the entire room. She wanted to freeze the moment with her eyes permanently open, pinned to that view. Even his ass was fucking hot inside his jeans.

  Instead, she turned to pour herself a cup of coffee. She’d been hampered in the bed and then hampered again in the shower. Finally, she was going to get a sip. She waited, expecting to hear Emily’s voice filling the room any second.

  Instead she turned around to find Zane pulling someone into the house and shutting the door fast, his hand twisting the lock.

  Lauren.

  Abby set the mug back on the counter and raced across the room. Before she got there, Zane had Lauren in his arms and had taken a few long strides to reach the sofa. He laid her down on the cool leather and kneeled at her side as Abby reached them.

  “Lauren? What the hell happened?” Someone had punched her in the eye and her lip was cracked.

  Lauren moaned. She turned her head toward Abby. “Sorry,” she muttered, wincing. “Nowhere else to go.”

  Abby wondered how she’d even arrived here. “It’s okay, honey. Stay still. Let me get you a blanket.” Abby raced from the room and returned with a comforter from the guest room.

  Zane grabbed it from her and tucked it around the shivering Lauren. “Did Yenin do this to you?”

  Lauren’s good eye opened wide. “How did you know—” Her gaze shifted to Abby. “Right. Abby told you.” Tears formed in Lauren’s eyes and fell down her face. One eye was swollen almost shut, the black ring of a new injury beginning to form. Her lip was cut in two places, dried blood already forming in the corner of her mouth. And those were the injuries Abby could readily see.

  “Grab some ice, baby,” Zane instructed. “Two bags.”

  Abby hurried back to the kitchen and pulled out two Ziploc bags to fill with ice. When she returned, Zane was prodding Lauren all over, watching her face for signs of pain.

  Lauren winced when he pressed on her belly. “He kick you?”

  She nodded, biting her lip and holding back tears.

  “We need to call the cops, honey.” Abby’s heart beat fast as she considered what needed to be done. “And probably an ambulance.”

  “No,” Lauren shouted. She jerked her gaze to Abby. “Please. No cops. No doctors. I just need to rest a bit.”

  “Lauren, honey, that’s crazy. If that bastard hurt you, you have to report it.”

  Lauren’s free eye went round and huge. “He’ll kill me.”

  Zane wrapped one bag of ice with the washcloth Abby handed him and held it to her eye. He held the second bag to her lip. “Sit down, Abby. Please, baby.”

  Abby was stunned. What was the matter with him?

  Zane lifted his gaze to her and raised an eyebrow. “Baby, you’re shaking. Sit. Let me talk to Lauren.”

  Abby lowered herself into the chair next to the couch and pulled her legs under her. She was still naked beneath the shirt. She needed more clothes. She tugged the shirt lower on her thighs, trying in vain to cover more of her skin.

  Zane spoke gently. “Talk to me, Lauren. Where does it hurt?”

  “Everywhere.”

  “I know that, honey, but where does it hurt the worst?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Do you think anything is broken?”

  “No.” She winced.

  Zane let up on the pressure over her eye. He pulled the ice pack away for a minute and examined her face. He pulled her eyelid back and looked at her closely.

  Abby was relieved when he set the ice back down. How lucky could she be to have a paramedic for a boyfriend all the sudden when her only friend in town, or at least the only friend she’d had before Zane came along, came to her doorstep beaten to a pulp?

  “Can you get us a glass of water, baby?”

  Abby jumped up and headed back to the kitchen, glad for the distraction and something to do. She returned with the water and watched as Zane lifted Lauren’s head and helped her take a drink.

  Lauren winced again as her lips hit the glass. “Hurts.”

 
“I know, but you need the fluids. Try to drink it all.”

  Lauren nodded and did as he said. Seemed Abby wasn’t the only one who fell under Zane’s spell and did his bidding. He had a magnetic way about him that commanded everyone around.

  Thank God both of them had the day off. Lauren was in bad shape.

  Zane sat back and stopped poking and prodding. “Tell me what happened.”

  Abby resumed her seat in the chair, leaning forward to listen to Lauren.

  “I told him I was leaving him.”

  Zane took a deep breath. “Anton?”

  “Yes.”

  Zane pulled out his phone.

  Lauren lifted her head. “What are you doing? You can’t tell anyone. I’m not kidding. This is serious. I think he’ll kill me. And,” she glanced at Abby and then returned her gaze to Zane. She licked her lips. “I think Abby’s in danger too. That’s why I came here.”

  Abby jumped from her seat. “What?”

  Zane reached for her and pulled her to his side, settling her on the coffee table next to him. “He was the one who ran her off the road, wasn’t he?” His gaze never left Lauren.

  Lauren nodded. A tear ran down her cheek. “I think so. I overheard him talking to his men about it.”

  “But how? Why?” Abby stuttered.

  Zane’s grip tightened on her waist.

  Lauren leaned back onto the couch, defeat clear on her face. “I don’t know. One of the women in the break room must have ratted on us after we spoke Monday. Either that or he has the break room bugged. I wouldn’t put either idea past him. He’s dangerous. He decided he wanted me, and he doesn’t take no for an answer.”

  Zane leaned forward again. “Lauren, I need to call Rider. He’s a good friend and he lives two doors down. I’m not asking you to go to the station right this second, but I need to look into it.” He glanced at Abby and then back. And then he played his trump card. “You don’t want Abby to get hurt.”