Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Rock Hard Doms) (11 page)

My tongue probed underneath his crown, lapping at his
tender skin, broadening like a giant leaf to wrap around him.

Rosie. That was my name, wasn't it? I'd show him just
how much I could bloom when I had pleasure on the brain –
wonderful, single-minded pleasure!

My tongue narrowed to a small tip. I licked in
half-circles, making precision strikes on his sensitive underside,
pushing hard against his swollen head when he leaned back and
groaned.

It's okay, sir. You can come in my mouth. Though I'd
much rather have it somewhere else...

Even after all that had happened, I wanted his seed deep
inside me. I needed to be fucked, filled, and bathed in his
wonderment.

Carnal fusion promised to make our hearts and bodies
whole. I needed his ink scrawled inside me, a wild signatory to a
strange love.

“
Stop,” he whispered, tugging hard on my
hair like reigns. “Stand up. Put your hands against that wall.”

He pointed to the smooth brick a couple feet away. I did
as he asked, looking in his eyes and licking my lips.

I wanted him to know I savored his touch, his taste.
Nothing would change that, no matter if I was a girl with reasonable
complaints or a spoiled brat.

I planted myself
against the cool surface, my body naturally bending toward him. He
thundered
toward me, grabbed
my hips.

New heat surged. Hormones went wild, prickly and
impatient, screaming for him to jab his cock as deep as it would go.

But the slow, aching, sultry way he entered me from
behind a second later was wonderful too!

The instant he hit his deepest point, my breath caught,
bursting out in a gasp. “Please, sir. Don't hold back. Let me
feel your come again.”

He growled, fisting my hair and driving up to my womb.
Several more strokes and the rhythm lost its regularity, becoming
fierce and frantic.

William's balls swung hard on my flesh. His cock
pistoned in and out, scratching my depths, thick and satisfying like
nothing else.

I wouldn't last long.

My lips peeled above my teeth as orgasm hit like a
meteor strike. Shockwaves tore through me, vibrating into him, all
spasms and rings of flame.

Hard, sharp screams
bounced around the little chamber and rattled on metal lockers. I
roared through my pleasure, and I think the loud sound caused him to
jerk my hair tighter, timed perfectly to the
thud-thud-thud
of his determined cock.

I panted. Growled. Screamed!

The fires inside me turned into full on lava flows,
swirling through my blood and causing muscles far from my cunt to
seize and convulse.

William drove his hips into me harder, and held them
there. His tiger roar drowned out my shrill, half-breathless pleasure
cries. So did his fire.

He exploded deep inside me, sending fiery jets streaking
into my womb. I punched my hips up, swallowing his cock, making his
spasms my own.

My greedy flesh wanted to drain him. I let my velvet
roll across him, letting my sex curl and open, doing its best to
drink his offering to its depths.

On and on the spams rolled, burying us both alive in
sheer bliss. When they finally eased a little, I smiled to myself,
blissfully exhausted in wicked satisfaction.

If this keeps up, it won't be long at all. He's going
to knock me up. And then I'll have a piece of him with me all the
time, much realer and sweeter than the fiery imprint of his hand on
my flesh.

We dressed quietly after he pulled out, gathering our
breath and composure. I was still leaking his seed as I pulled my
panties up with a snap, and then searched out my jeans and boots.

“
I'm feeling better now,” I purred,
lingering on the bench.

William wiped himself down with a towel and turned his
hard eyes on me, glowing like gems. He was buttoning his shirt,
completing the normal outfit he'd taken from his locker.

“
You better be, little Rose. I want you to think
long and hard about balance.”

“
Balance?” I repeated the word. What was
this, some Zen exercise?

“
This is your life, and you only have one. I want
you to stay with me, bound to me forever. But if you're not happy
sharing me with the ring, then we might have to do something else.
You only live once, Rosie. Make it count.”

I balked a little at his pep talk. I thought we were
past this, and opened my mouth to give him some snark. Something
stopped me.

His questions fanned my own. Strange, melancholy doubts
peppered through me, chaffing harsh on the delicious afterglow
lingering on my flesh.

I couldn't imagine life without him. But he was just
asking me to be a mature adult, giving me the freedom to decide my
fate.

My respect for him surged a little higher. He really was
looking for a submissive. Not an immature girl to change and mold.

I wondered if I was really cut out for the kind of
ready, balanced submission he demanded. And no, not just submission,
but love.

William smiled, offering me his hand. “Let me walk
you down and get you a cab. Let me be clear: you don't have to decide
this tonight, or even tomorrow. Take your time. Then give me your
answer after the fight.”

“
I got it. It's not like this is a homework
assignment,” I snapped. “I know, I'm like a student.
That's what I came to you as, anyway. You're right. I want to keep
this the way it is...if I can handle it.”

“
You will.” He pushed the locker door open,
taking my hand and walking me to the stairs. “My instinct is
rarely wrong. Still, you deserve a choice.”

I let my eyes make a half-roll. It was overconfidence,
but it wasn't gross, as it would've been coming from a lesser man.

How many times had that instinct proven to be real? How
many times had it saved me, guided me, brought me a little closer to
him?

I tried to count as I waited on the phone, pressing the
small device tight to my ear. The cabbie service answered and I gave
them the address. It was too damned cold, Minnesota arctic cold, and
I wasn't waiting around for the bus.

Something about William's hand on mine felt a little
warmer, a little tighter, though I knew he'd changed nothing about
his grip. We stood outside that terrible alley, waiting in the calm,
peaceful cold for my ride.

For now, the prowling questions were held at bay. There
were no guarantees about what tomorrow might bring, or what my mixed
emotions would make me decide.

I wanted to enjoy him for a few more minutes, and then
for the rest of our lives. If only I could tame his heart and my own
without causing a nuclear meltdown in the process...

V: Worth Fighting For

I didn't expect such a huge, chaotic venue on the night
of the big fight. It was even weirder to have a front row seat near
the ring, courtesy of William.

His contacts at the front desk gave me a seat in the
second row closest to the ring, the last one in the VIP viewing box.

For an underground MMA fight, this place looked like the
big leagues. Two huge screens high overhead projected the opening
fight, two skinny men I'd never heard of, sweating and rolling on the
ground like rabid dogs.

I should've been grateful for the stuffy warmth in the
place, but I wasn't. I sweated anxiously beneath my winter jacket. I
wanted William and that monstrous man I'd seen depicted on the
posters to come out and get this over with.

Worse. I wanted the fight to be history so I could
approach him with a clear head, and tell him I'd made up my mind.

The last week had been pure agony. I didn't want to
share his beautiful body with this crowd, let alone whatever angry
warriors he faced in the ring. But whenever I thought about life
without him, my heart hummed unhappily, plunging low in my chest.

Damn it! I hadn't believed heartbreak was a real thing.
Now, I understood perfectly. Despair sends a heart crashing down like
an out of control chandelier, where it hits the belly's floor and
shatters into a million pieces.

I wouldn't let the love I had for him get obliterated. A
jealous disagreement was no match for the tedious, horrible shards
I'd have to lift from my soul if we really split apart.

The crowd began to chant. Several thousand people howled
in unison, chirping like excited monkeys as the man in black trunks
towered above his rival, pushing the unsteady man to the floor each
time he tried to get up.

On the third bungled attempt, the lean man in dark
purple shorts stayed down. He twitched once. Twice.

The referee stepped in and began the official count. The
man wasn't even twitching anymore when the announcer blared “ten!”

He was out cold. Frigid thoughts raced through me as I
imagined what was coming next.

I desperately hoped it would be Little Georgie knocked
flat on the white padded surface, and not the man I loved more than
anything.

You need more than just my love tonight, William. You
need Lady Luck.

The man in black trunks kept his fists raised as they
led him from the stage. Several burly men jumped through the ring and
hauled away his limp opponent.

Minutes ticked. I looked up at the big screen nervously,
watching the flashy ads for sodas, war games, and
i-something-somethings.

“
And now! The event you've been waiting for all
winter! Please welcome the viking, the brute from the north, the King
Kong of the Twin Cities, Lit-tle Georgieeeee!”

My jaw dropped a little as the huge shadow climbed up
the stairs to the ring and stepped through the ropes. He was a huge
tanned man with a bald head, reddish face, and a bit of a gut.

Swedish? Hell yes. Turn the clock back a thousand years,
and he would've been right at home with a hulking sword and a horned
helmet perched on his scalp.

But he must've stood at least seven feet high, towering
over the referee and the aides just outside the ring. Hearing about
Little Georgie's immense size was one thing, but seeing it was
something else.

More disturbingly, the crowd went wild. Men stood on the
bleachers with their faces painted in the distance, hooting and
hollering, jabbering for their MMA King.

“
That's right, folks! Put 'em together,” the
announcer boomed. “But save a little applause because tonight –
and only tonight! – Little Georgie's matched by everybody's
favorite upstart from Minneapolis, skinny as a rail and twice as
strong. Let's hear it for Will the Kill!”

William lunged through the ropes and stood in his
corner, ice hardening in his eyes. I threw my hands together. I
clapped and clapped until my palms were raw, wishing he'd look down
and see me through the immense crowd.

Most people clapped politely, but I could tell this
wasn't like the last fight. There was a lot more silence than there
had been for Georgie, and even a few boos.

William wasn't on his home turf anymore. I said a silent
prayer it wouldn't matter.

“
One round. One hour to finish. One knock out.
Only one man's gonna be standing in the ring when it's all said and
done, a champion in two towns. The other fellow won't have anything
left to do but hang his head when he wakes up, and hang it low! Are
you folks ready for this?”

I rolled my eyes. The announcer dragged things out for
dramatic effect.

Children and grown men screamed all around me. Some
random wives and girlfriends too. I almost covered my ears, more than
a little jealous when I thought about them shilling out their lungs
for my William.

The jeering quieted as the men approached the referee.
The little man in old fashioned pinstripes made them shake hands
through their open gloves.

I smiled a little. William looked like he'd bitten into
something sour, and Georgie's expression was cut like stone.

A cattle bell clanged when their hands broke. The
referee jumped out of the way, and then there was nothing left
between them except two fists, two legs, and some really monstrous
muscles.

My eyes followed William as he dove around the big man.
He circled Little Georgie's strapping back, getting in an early blow
on his sides.

Georgie turned, taking his sweet time, the shadow of a
grin plastered on his shining face. William punched again and again.
His punches landed perfectly, but Georgie's next move stole his early
advantage.

A huge gorilla fist shot out, narrowly missing William's
face. I cringed, imagining I heard the air whistling as that fist
sailed past his ear.

The crowd ohhhed and ahhhed. I wasn't sure if they were
more impressed by my man's evasion or the ridiculous power in
Georgie's fist.

I started to really worry about more than ego or what
I'd say to him after the fight. William's safety jumped to the front
of my mind.