Page 21 of Sold to the Fighter

“Yay!” Luna declares, smiling impishly.

“Now, go to sleep, princess,” I say, arranging her pink coverlet around her shoulders.

“But I don’t wanna sleep,” she protests, then yawns silently.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sing you a lullaby that will send you right off to dreamland,” I whisper.

She closes eyes and I start to sing her favorite lullaby as softly as I can, my voice rumbling in the quiet room. My hands caress her hair and occasionally pat her head, until Luna slowly dozes off. I continue to smooth her hair, watching the rise and fall of her chest with a tender smile.

She is the miniature of her mother, with her dark curls, green eyes, and bright smile, stealing a piece of my heart the moment she came into the world. I never thought I would one day be a father, but now I’m living the dream. Gratitude wells up inside me as I remember the first time I met Grace.

Ever since then, my life has turned out better than I imagined. After being alone for so long, I lived for each day without thinking about what came next. The only thing I looked forward to was the next fight. But Grace makes my life worth living.

She and Luna have become my sole reason for breathing. They make me happy and fulfilled. Before Grace, I fought to fill the void inside me, fighting demons that plagued me night and day. Now, I’ve retired from underground fighting, no longer trapped in the past and blaming my father for how my life turned out.

Grace made me realize that we can choose to let go of the past or wallow in it. If she can survive her abusive father after years of living with him, then I can forgive mine too. In my bid to let go of the past, I also finally settled my father’s debt to Richard Pierce.

Now, as I stare down at my sleeping little girl, I feel whole.

Seeing that Luna is fast asleep, I lean down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, caressing her hair one last time. “Goodnight, princess,” I whisper. Grabbing the baby monitor to carry with me, I quietly head out of the room in search of her mother.

My cock twitches at the thought of Grace. Lately we haven’t had time to make love because of Luna’s teething problems. But, with my princess fast asleep, I can’t wait to wring as many orgasms as I can from my sexy siren. I exit the house, heading to the dancing studio. Grace told me earlier that she’d be preparing a new dance for her teenage students participating in a national dance competition. I might even watch her dance for a while before we head back to the house.

The thought causes my dick to grow harder as I imagine her body in a sexy dancing outfit. But as I get to the studio, the lights are off. I frown slightly. I know she can only be back in the mansion, but I wonder why she didn’t let me know when she came in. I head back in the direction I came, lengthening my strides.

In no time, I’m walking up the stairs and heading down the hallway.

“Grace,” I call as I open the door to our suite, listening for a response. I walk deeper into the room to find it empty, heightening my confusion.

Where could she be?

I start to check all the suites in the ground floor, including the library, theater, and gym. And still, no sign of my wife. Suddenly, a thought niggles at the back of my mind, and I head back up the stairs, taking my time. For some reason, I feel certain I know where she is now.

Finally, I’m entering the kink room. I close the door behind me, slowly taking in the scene in front of me. My wife is on her knees in a submission pose. Her back is straight and poised, her knees pulled tightly together with her palms facing up, resting on her thighs. It’s both reverent and trusting.

My cock jerks as I take in her outfit. It’s red lingerie, similar to what she was wearing the very first time I saw her on that stage. Her nipples are visible through the sheer fabric, lace only barely covers her pussy, and beneath that is a red garter, circling her thighs. Heat rushes down my spine. Ever since she gave birth to Luna, she has grown thicker and curvier, her hourglass shape driving me wild with lust.

“Stand,” I order sharply.

I know she enjoys my sharp bark of command, and I watch her breathing change as she quickly obeys. “You had me looking all over for you. It took me ages to find you. What should I do with you?” I ask in a soft, terse tone, getting into the scene.

“I should be punished, sir,” she answers breathlessly.

I wait a beat, staring at her subservient stance, building anticipation, and then I head toward the rows of shelves containing sex toys, my bare feet soundless on the polished floors. I pick up a small egg-like vibrator with a remote attached to it by a long, thin cable, then return to stand before her.

“Your hands behind your back, sweetheart. No touching,” I command.

When she complies, I bend and slide my right hand between her thighs, widening her legs. My finger grazes the damp fabric covering her slick sex and I inhale sharply, my gut tightening with need. I pull the scrap of lace aside and slowly slip my fingers between her slippery folds, circling her clit until she’s moaning aloud. Then I slide two fingers inside her wet pussy, groaning low in my throat as her walls close around them.

I stroke once, then twice before removing my fingers. I insert the small vibrator, switching it on to a low vibrating frequency. She jerks slightly and moans at the intrusion, gripping her hands tightly.

“You’re not allowed to come until I give the order. That’s your punishment,” I say in a low tone. Then I order sharply, “Come with me.” I head to the huge bed, Grace walking closely behind me.

I sit at the edge and unbutton my jeans, pulling down the zipper to free my stiff cock. “Kneel and suck my cock clean,” I command.

“Y-yes, sir,” she answers, her eyes dilating in response.

She closes her lips around my cock head, prompting me to swallow a groan of pleasure. I pick up the remote, turning on the vibrating egg to the highest frequency, and I watch her body jerk softly in reaction. She moans deep in her throat, sending vibrations down my cock as she slides her tongue around it.

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