Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Rock Hard Doms) (7 page)

I braced for his wondrous explosion, the inevitable
moment when he'd burst and send his flaming essence into my depths,
brazen and volcanic.

My fighter, my lover, tensed his fingers in my hair. He
jerked my body toward him and yanked himself out of me, with less
than a second to spare.

“
Rosie! This fire's for your beautiful little –“
He lost it, the unspoken words melting into a ferocious growl.

The base of his cock now rested on my clit, swelling and
coated in my cream. His tip ballooned, exploded, and showered me all
the way across my chest.

Sticky, wild, unstoppable streamers of molten seed
sprayed across me. The sight caught me by surprise, shocking a body
that wasn't ready to have its pleasure stop so abruptly.

But seeing him come like this was a great pleasure too.
I dug my ankles into his sides, spurring him on. My clit jerked
against his shuddering cock, milking him with a maiden's vigor on a
mythical bull.

I came, empty and trembling beneath him, letting his hot
rain fall across my flesh, my shirt, my quaking body. Orgasm consumed
us, sucking and insistent as a whirlpool.

Silly, sexy William. I'd wanted him to erupt deep inside
me, but obviously he had discipline I didn't.

I felt his liquid eruption continuing to rise high,
falling a little lower each time as his spasms weakened. Though no
sane girl would call a single one of his jets “weak.”

His climax came faster and sharper. I chewed my lip,
moaning and trembling against him, relishing his sticky offering.

When I could finally blink again, his molten stream had
stopped. I stared up into William's tight, red face, a mask of pure
satisfaction.

I smiled softly to myself, knowing I'd caused it. For
now, I'd milked him dry. And if I kept it up, maybe we'd both lose
control next time, and he'd shoot his seed straight up my hungry,
quivering womb.

But I had another reason to smile: I was back in control
of myself. Lust had crushed the cruel imprint left by the alley thug,
and now I could embrace William, whole and untarnished.

“
Finally,” he grunted, opening his big
bright eyes. “I had a feeling it was you...a woman who can
actually keep up with me. But I won't be totally convinced until I
hit your limits, little Rose. You game for that?”

He sat up, beautiful muscles still shaking, reaching for
a towel. I purred softly, taking my time as he began to mop up the
sweat and seed coating my whole body, filthy relics of our sex.

“
Only if you give me a good workout first,”
I whispered. “You fuck good after you fight. Don't know if I
want to find out what it's like when you haven't gotten hot and
sweaty first.”

Slowly, he threw the towel across his shoulder. William
lowered his lips to mine, smothering me with a long, possessive kiss,
plunging his tongue into my mouth.

Yikes. Maybe I shouldn't have sassed him like that
after all...

No, sir. I realized my wonderful mistake when he pressed
his bare, rising erection against my thigh.

So, there was a lot more vigor left in him than what I'd
just savored.

“
I don't work for anybody, little Rose,” he
said, breaking off the kiss and giving me that damnably seductive
smile. “I've got a better idea: you're gonna show up for your
lessons next week, and I'm gonna work you to the bone. It's time you
moved up to intermediate level anyway.”

“
Yeah?” I sat up, folding my legs and
hugging them with my arms.

“
That's for starters. Then you're coming to my
place, after I'm satisfied with your progress. Make no mistakes,
baby, you did good...for a beginner.” He stood in front of me,
naked and glorious, lowering his hand to his cock.

He squeezed it at the base, forcing out a lingering
pearly droplet of come. I had the urge to suck it right off him, but
I held back – barely.

I wanted to razz him, but thought better of it. I wasn't
usually one for games, but...I liked this game. And I'd play along if
it let me see where it was going sooner.

“
You want to be my protegee? Fine. But first
you'll learn how to master sucking and fucking exactly like I need.”

Protegee? No, William. I want to be your partner.

Not that I was going to bring that up right now. Feeling
my body tingle with desire as I stared at his hard, muscular slopes
told me I was ready to go with this, as is, whatever crazy place it
would lead.

“
I'm a quick study, William. Just like you said.”

He stepped toward me, pulling me close to his chest. His
warm embrace contrasted nicely with the cooling stains he'd left on
my shirt. Thankfully I had my coat to cover them up for the trip
home.

“
With defense
training, yes. But fucking is a different animal. Bring your passion
to me, Rosie.
All
of
it.” He lowered his head until we were at precise eye level.
“Save yourself for me, and only me. Three days. Don't break out
your fingers or anything that vibrates while you're alone.”

I started to shiver. Thick, harsh heat poured through
me, the strange new fire a woman feels when she's about to be owned.

Holy, holy, holy shit.

“
Okay.” I broke eye contact, hoping he'd
heard my mousy whisper, It was all I could muster just now.

“
I'm serious, Rose. Come to my studio like an
eager, virgin student. Ready to train. Ready to fight. Ready to fuck.
If you want to feel this inside you again, you won't feel anything
else between your legs until the next time we meet.”

He rubbed his swollen cock into my bare slit. I moaned
loudly, fighting back the urge to grab it and shift it into me.

Damn him! Damn his outrageous self-control. And then
damn his looks, his charms!

I broke the embrace first. William wiped away the last
sweat glazing his muscles and slid his trunks on.

He perched on the crate, watching me slide my panties
and skirt on, and then my boring coat. When I gave him one last look
to say goodbye, his bright eyes were glowing in the darkness.

For the life of me, I couldn't tell if they were the
eyes of a guardian angel or a terrible devil. Then he moved, breaking
the severe silence. William lifted his strong hand to his lips and
blew me a kiss.

I laughed and went out the door. I stayed inside the
arena's lobby while I waited for my taxi to show up.

Outside, more snow fell, gumming up the streets and
casting thick shadows through the gloomy orange streetlights. It
wasn't the first time nature mimicked my heart so perfectly.

When the old yellow cab pulled up, I stepped outside and
shivered at the cold. The frigid air made the lingering sweat and
stickiness of our sex colder still.

But mostly, I just kept smiling and second-guessing what
happened all the way to my apartment. This new crazy addiction would
either be the best thing that had happened to me, or else it would
raze me to the frozen ground.

III: Make Us Whole

My muscles burned like they were crawling with
sting-happy honeybees. Choking William was no easy task, let alone
dropping him to the floor.

My grappling hold around his neck was good, just like
he'd showed me. But the more I threw my weight into him, the more he
resisted, planting his strong feet at the ground.

Damn! I know I should punch, a blow to distract him.
Not like I can afford to lose this grip for a single second,
though...

Next thing I knew, my hold became a hook – for
him! The studio spun as William pulled me high into the air, over his
shoulder, and sent me careening to the floor.

I hit the mat hard. Thank God it was soft enough to keep
me from really getting hurt.

“
You missed your opportunity.” William's
hard, commanding voice floated down to me from above. “You
should've gone with your instinct. When the hold isn't working,
you've got to take the risk and hit me.”

He extended one hand to help me up. I caught his fingers
and pulled, collapsing into him for a moment as my brain tried to
steady itself.

“
Good try, baby. You can't expect to flip a guy my
size on your first try.”

I shook my head, laughing bitterly. “Not exactly
my first. We've been at this all evening. What the hell are the odds
of running into a guy who can flip me over his shoulder, anyway?”

“
Not that great.” William grinned. “What
we're doing now is for your physical conditioning and my benefit.”

His hands slid tighter around me, and then started
working their way down to my hips. I hissed, delightful surprise
filling me when his fingers caressed the backs of my thighs. He
spread his palms, lifted them up, and cupped my ass cheeks in a hard
squeeze.

This was the kind of hold a lady could get used to.

I shook my head again. His fiery lust helped soothe away
the miserable failure.

It was my first attempt to learn a Mixed Martial Arts
technique, and I'd pretty much fallen on my face. Almost literally.

“
Don't
expect miracles, Rosie. It took me years of body work and constant
training to flip a guy two times my size. It's harder for you, just
starting out. But I think we both like
hard
challenges.”

My disappointment lifted a little more. His touch
plucked the electric cords inside me, igniting the fire in my belly.

And it didn't take much. For three hellish evenings, I'd
wanted to do nothing more than break out the Battery Operated
Boyfriend and relive our unforgettable coupling in the VIP room.

“
You're right about that,” I purred,
reaching below to his trunks.

I felt for his erection, found its hard magnificent, and
squeezed. He was plush, big, waiting just for me.

Whoa-whoa-whoa. We've been at this for more than an
hour. Is it time to pack it in yet? Pretty please?

I moved in for a kiss, carrying my moan into his mouth.
My fingers rubbed a little more vigorously on his hardness, marveling
as it rose to its full demanding length.

I
had to feel it on me, in me. I wasn't going to say it out loud –
not unless he made me – but I was ready for
anything.
Any
sacrifice.

Day
by day, touch by touch, I belonged to him a little more. And that
meant I was ready and willing,
oh-so-willing
,
to surrender any part of me he might want.

Lips, mouth, ass, or cunt. Everything.

“
This is how you do a proper hold,” he said,
aiming his hot words straight at my lips.

The grip he had on my ass only got tighter. His fingers
dug into my taut flesh, sending new fireflies zipping up my back,
filling my core.

He lifted me off the ground, using his chest as
leverage. My toes scraped the mat, kicking lightly as he pulled me
in, lining my lips with the sultriest kiss yet.

Every circle of his lips and tongue lifted the heatwave
inside me a little higher. Holding me in mid-air, I started to shake,
unable to contain the evil bliss and deep hunger vibrating inside me.

When he settled my feet on the mat, it was almost as
jarring as the way he'd flipped me over. I landed with a soft pat.
Blood coursed up my cheeks, burning to a ruby crispness.

“
Well?” I mouthed softly.

“
If you insist, my lady.” William summoned
his most regal voice. I laughed.

He kept his hands on me, pressing the small of my back
with one palm, guiding me toward the coat rack. “Throw this on
and bundle up. I'll call us a cab.”

Soon, we were out in the wintry darkness. We sat in the
back of the smoky smelling cab together, but William forced his
distance.

Probably for the best. If I started to lay my hands on
him, even gently, there was no telling where they'd end up. And I
wasn't eager for public humiliation.

I didn't mind acting becoming a whore for him, but the
driver didn't need to see it too.

We were halfway across the city blocks leading to his
place when he grabbed my hand. I looked over, stunned, studying the
demanding gleam in his eyes.

They glowed like bright blue spotlights, little worlds
fixed totally on me. His visionary fire melted through my coat, my
clothes.

I flushed. I couldn't shake the sensation that he was
enjoying me naked before I'd taken off a thing.

“
Take it off, Rosie. All of it.”

I hadn't gone one step into his bedroom before he
uttered the words. His condo was about what I expected for a full
time trainer and part-time MMA fighter: neat, slightly drafty, and
Spartan.

I turned around and folded my arms. For a second, I had
the stupid sense to defy him.