Page 51 of The Fighter

Ali’s gaze travels from my face to my crotch. I’m obviously hard. “I don’t know what you’re telling me. Are you saying that you don’t want to have sex with me?”

I laugh disbelievingly. “No, I’m not saying that. But given your reaction to the alcohol…”

I don’t want to use the word drugged—that’s going to open up a whole can of worms. I should tell her that she was drugged and almost abducted, but I skate around the topic because I’m a selfish bastard who wants to sleep with her. Who wants everything she’s offering and more. My conscience just wants to be reassured that she isn’t feeling the effects of the drugs in her system, and then, all bets are off.

“Of course, I want to sleep with you.” I throw off the sheet and get to my feet. My erection is straining against my briefs. “That should be pretty obvious. I’m just trying—desperately—to do the right thing.”

She huffs impatiently. “I’ve already told you. I’m not hungover, I’m not dizzy, and I don’t have a headache. Stop being so goddamn chivalrous and fuck me.” Her eyes meet mine. “Or do I have to beg?”

Fuck, yes. My arousal ratchets up several notches at that suggestion. I push the last of my reservations aside. “What an excellent idea,” I say silkily. “I would very much like you to beg.”

A shiver runs through her body. “It’s a good thing I’m in an obedient mood,” she replies in a whisper. She looks up at me, her eyes luminous. “What would you like me to do, Sir?”

I can’t take my eyes off Ali. She’s so fucking beautiful. Her hair is a little damp from the shower, and it hangs down her back, the tips beginning to curl as it dries. Her breasts are full and high, and her dark rose nipples are hard. Her pussy is mostly shaved, with the exception of a tantalizing landing strip that begs for my mouth. My cock aches for her. I can’t wait to thrust into her sweet, hot cunt. I want to hear her breath catch as I slam into her. I want to hear her plead for more and beg for permission to come.

“Be sure,” I say harshly, trying one last time. “Soft and gentle is not for people like us, Ali. When I fuck you, it’s going to be hard and relentless. Before you say yes, be very, very sure.”

“That’s good,” she replies pertly. “If you treat me like I’m breakable, I will knee you in the groin.” She straightens, the effect lifting her breasts out and forward. Toward me. “Do your worst. I can take it.”

My conscience has heard enough to be satisfied. She’s here, she’s willing, and she’s naked. And I want to see just how obedient she can be.

“On your knees, Ali.”

A small smile touches her lips. “Yes, Sir,” she says.

She sinks to her knees, slowly and gracefully, and sits back on her haunches. My throat goes dry. “Stay there,” I order, my voice hoarse. “I’ll be right back.”

34

ALINA

Tomas disappears to take a shower.

Argh.

It’s a test, I remind myself. You promised you’d be obedient, and he’s seeing if you’ll follow through.

But I don’t have to wait long before he’s back in the room. I sense his presence behind me, my shoulder blades prickling. He watches me for a long minute, and then his voice breaks the quiet. “Crawl to the bed, dolcezza.”

I make the mistake of turning around. Can you blame me? I want to see him naked. On Sunday, when Tomas made me come, he’d stayed fully clothed. I catch the merest glimpse of his long, thick cock before he makes a disapproving noise in his throat. “I thought you promised to be obedient, Ali,” he chides. His voice hardens. “Do as I say and nothing else.”

A shiver rolls through me at his tone. “I just wanted to see your cock,” I grumble, turning my head away again.

His rich chuckle fills the room. “You’ll be seeing plenty of my cock soon enough,” he promises. “That was your first warning, by the way. The next time you disobey, you’ll get punished. Crawl to the bed.”

“How would I get punished?” If he didn’t want me asking questions, he should have specified that. “Are you going to spank my ass?”

“No, I think you’d like that too much.” I hear his footsteps, and then his fingertips trail lightly over my spine. “If you don’t start crawling, dolcezza, I think I’ll blindfold you.”

I feel his touch like a spark. Goosebumps erupt over my skin, and my arousal ratchets up another notch. Blindfolded. It’s an intriguing punishment, and for an instant, I’m tempted to provoke him so he does it. With my vision cut off, every other sense will be heightened. I won’t be able to see where he is. Where he’s going to touch me.

But I also won’t be able to see him part my legs. I won’t be able to see the desire in his eyes as he thrusts into me. I won’t be able to see him unravel.

Obedience it is.

I crawl forward, intensely aware of Tomas behind me. Watching me. I make my way on my hands and knees, elongating my body, trying to make my movements slow, unhurried, and sensual. I’ve never done this before, and something about this act feels so wicked and simultaneously so vulnerable. It’s about trust. I trust Tomas to dominate me in bed without judging me for my desires. I trust him to dominate me without letting it spill over into real life.

I crawl to the bed, my pussy slick and throbbing, my breasts swaying from side to side, my nipples tingling with heat. “Get on it,” Tomas says. “I want you on your back, head on the pillow, hands gripping the headboard.”

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