Page 2 of Bound by Desire
I halt my steps, but that’s all he’s getting. Turning around isn’t happening. He’s had enough of my attention as it is. Never said I actually likedtheguy.
“This Saturday, I have a big one for you. We’ll have to travel, but it’ll beworthit.”
“No.” I move out of the office, noting Ray standing there with a blonde. She’s pretty in that big hair, makeup, and skirt barely covering her ass way. She’lldo. “Come.”
The clatter of heels on the tile floor are behind me. I’ve never understood why a woman would wear fucking high heels to an underground fight. The mass of people is so fucking thick she’s bound to fall on her ass. Not to mention half the fucking floor is dirt, but what-the-fuck-ever.
I open the door to the bathroom. “Wait,” ItellRay.
“Fuck you,” he retorts, handing me a condom before I slam the door inhisface.
I’m not big into people watching me. Exhibitionism isn’t mything.
“Hi. You’re sexy,” the blonde says, trying to be sultry. I don’t need seduction. We’re here for one reason and one reason only. If she didn’t want it, she wouldn’t be here. I don’t need to woo her, and she damn sure doesn’t need to do anything for me but take my cock until I can shootmyload.
“Turn around, hands to the wall, ass in the air.” I toss the envelope of money to the floor, pull out my cock, before opening the wrapper and slipping the rubberonit.
She watches me, and when I raise my brow, she gets with the program, turning. Then I lift her skirt aboveherhips.
Fucking her is like fucking all the others after a fight—a release. No woman I fuck after a fight isanythingbut.
She lets out breathy gasps like she’s really turned on, but I’ve been with enough women to know she’s faking. Her pussy isn’t even that wet as I stroke in and outofher.
I spit down on my cock to get it lubed. Chick’s so fucking dry the condom’s lube isn’t cutting it. It’s her fucking loss. She doesn’t want to get off, that’sonher.
As I find my release, she lets out another groan like she’s finding hers. All lies. I learned a long damn time ago about lies and the shit mess they can get you into. It’s why I’m in control. Always in fuckingcontrol.
I pull my cock out and slap her on theass. “Go.”
She looks over her shoulder, pretending to be breathless, but her eyes don’t even show a hint of sexual pleasure. No doubt she’ll be out there, telling her bitch friends how amazing it was for her. More liesuponlies.
“You sure? I could go anotherround.”
“Out,” I order, pulling off the condom and tying the end of it. Even though my cock is still hard, it found its release and is done. Done with the fight, done with her, done being in thisplace.
“You don’t have to be a dick,” she spouts, pulling down her skirt. The tap of her heels annoys the shit outofme.
“Yeah, I do. Now get the fuck out.” I wouldn’t want anyone to have the misconception that I’m anything but anasshole.
I move over to the toilet and drop the condom in it, then give it a flush, making sure the fuckergoesdown.
She huffs, but opens the door and leaves. The entire thing is an act. One I’ve seen on replay every damn time I win afight.
I’m right behind her after picking up my cash, wanting to get home and in the fuckingshower.
“That was fast,” Rayjokes.
I look at him like he has two heads. “One more word, and I’ll bust your fucking nose,” I warn, not feeling his humor one bittonight.
“What crawled up your ass?” he asks as he walks next to me through the narrowhalls.
It’s strange that I can’t wait to get in the cage, but once it’s over, I can’t wait to get the fuck out. It’s like I need to breathe again, and getting away is the only way todothat.
Everything inside me is so heavy. The fight gets it all out. The weight lifts, and I need to be free, even if the moment I finish it all begins to buildagain.
Over and over, it’s all the same. Regardless, it’s howIcope.
We walk through the maze and up a flight of stairs into the dark night. When Ricko says underground fighting, he fucking means under theground.
