22. Theias
22
THEIAS
T he gym’s dim lights buzz with adrenaline as Caleb and I step out of the ring. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and leather from the gloves wrapped around our hands. Bodies glisten with a mixture of perspiration and exhaustion, and Oliver sits astounded as we quietly unwrap our hands.
Gripping a water bottle, I chug the entire contents until it’s gone, tossing the bottle in the trash before reaching for another and sailing it towards Caleb’s head.
“What the fuck?” He ducks just in time and scowls my way.
“Not my fault you can’t catch.” Oliver snickers at our bickering as he hands a fresh water to Caleb. “What’d you think, kid?”
“Wicked.” He grins as he begins cleaning up our crap.
I told him if he wanted to use the gym and learn the ropes, he’d need to carry his weight around here. He’s spent the past couple of hours watching us and tidying up. Since we’re the only ones here today, he didn’t have much to do.
“Good, you start next week.” His jaw drops, but his eyes beam with excitement.
“Sweet, I’ll be ready!” He runs off to the supply closet to grab a broom.
“You’re going to have your hands full with him,” I tell Caleb.
“I like a new challenge.”
Caleb saunters off to the dressing rooms.
The first thing I planned for the gym renovations was ensuring adequate gym and locker rooms. It’s a pride and joy for me. The membership is expensive and exclusive. Given the Las Vegas climate, my clientele has always been wealthy.
Today was the last day of training before tomorrow’s fight. I’m more than ready to beat the shit out of Tank and end his life. I could grant him mercy should he grovel for it, but I doubt he’s got that kind of humility in him.
“Caleb.” He looks up from his phone as he enters the gym again. “When we get back to the house, take the kid for dinner, show him around town a bit.”
“Sure thing, boss.” His sly grin speaks volumes.
Ella is waiting for me, and I haven’t been able to touch her properly in a week. I’m dying to feel her warmth wrapped around my cock while moaning my name. She’s been subtly showing off her bratty side, as well, and my hand itches to make her ass red.
Slipping into our room with sweat dried to my body, my dick hard as a rock, I’m sort of surprised to find Ella passed out in bed.
Her hair is piled messily up on her head, an open book on the bed beside her, and she has never appeared more innocent or appealing to me. Looking over the new stack of books on the dresser, I pick a few up and open one randomly.
Brow raised, questions burn to be asked. The guy, or hero as she’s corrected me, is railing his woman from behind, handprints on her ass and a hand around her throat, as he whispers filthy words in her ear.
Damn.
I wonder what else she likes to read because that is my kind of fucking. I guess I don’t have to wonder or worry when I get a little…enthusiastic with her. In fact, I think her reading material might be better than porn. It revs her body and her mind.
Grabbing the book she was reading from beside her, I glance at the page she left off on. The man is declaring his love to the woman as he makes love to her. He’s sweet, whereas the other one is more dominant. I already know Ella, and I know she likes both at the same time. Tonight, however, I don’t have it in me to treat her like the delicate flower she is. Tonight, I need dirty and rough.
Placing the book on the table that she hit her head on last week, I stand and pull the covers back, hissing out a shocked breath while my eyes linger on the mark on her thigh. This woman might seem all innocent and sweet, but she can sucker punch a man like no one else.
She’s completely naked; one leg is bent up at her knee while the other is out straight, giving me a glimpse of her creamy pussy. That’s not what stole my breath, though. It’s what she wrote on her upper thigh that has me in a daze.
Theias’ Good Girl.
Once these babies are out, and it’s safe to do so, she’s getting that tattooed there. Even if no one else ever sees, I’ll know she carries my mark of possession.
Tracing the words with a gentle touch, my obsession with her grows. It becomes its own entity, and I’m nothing more than a slave to its bidding.
Spreading her legs, I kiss up one, then down the other, sucking and biting the flesh as I go. She moans in her sleep but doesn’t wake. The scent of her desire hits me like a tidal wave as I reach her teasing mark.
Soaked, her pussy clenches when I blow a puff of air across her folds, hiding that sweet spot from me, knowing I want in. Knowing I want to own and possess every fucking inch of her body.
Tonight, I’m taking all of her. Her pussy, then her mouth, and finally, I’ll spend hours fucking her delectable little ass. There will be no part of her left untouched. She’ll be so full of me that everyone at the fight will know who she belongs to. Blake will watch her submit to me. He’ll see the way I make her cry out for Daddy, and when he attacks, I’ll snap his fucking neck with my bare hands.
Biting over my name, my teeth leave an indentation. “Daddy?” Her soft voice draws my eyes up to see her watching me, chewing on her lip.
“You put my name on you.”
She blushes and bobs her head.
“That damn Swift song.” I chuckle when she shrugs at that. Ella is obsessed with a few of the woman’s songs, and it’s really starting to show. “I ain’t complaining, doll. Your body looks good with my name.”
She gives me a soft, sweet smile as she relaxes into the bed. “I got bored,” she explains.
“Now you’ll be getting it permanently,” I growl. Her eyes widen, her pupils dilate, and her breathing picks up pace. She’s not opposed. “I read some of your book.” Her blush deepens with my confession. “Spanking, dirty talk, a good hard fucking.” I raise a brow at her. “You want those things, doll? You want Daddy to have his wicked way with you?”
She doesn’t even hesitate to answer. “Yes, please, Daddy. Pleeeease.” Her moan is my favorite tune as I clamp my teeth around her little clit and nibble on it. “Oh god, please, Daddy, fuck your doll hard and dirty.” A wicked smile spreads across my face.
Sucking on her clit while I shove three fingers into her soaked cunt, massaging her special spot, it takes mere minutes for her to soar into an orgasm that leaves her restless and struggling to get away from me.
Gripping her hips, I crawl up her body and bite her nipples until she squirms before slamming my cock through her tight hole. The scream she releases makes me soar.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, doll? You just asked Daddy to fuck you like a whore. You can’t run from me now.”
Biting her throat until she whines, I’m pleased with the new teeth marks to match her thigh.
“It hurts,” she keens out as my hips slaughter her body with vicious thrusting and unrelenting strength. I keep fucking as the tip of my dick kisses her cervix with each stroke.
“Good,” I grunt against her lips, sucking on the bottom one before fucking my tongue into her mouth. “I want your tears, Ella. I want you begging me to stop while your pussy sucks me back in. While your body goes to war with your mind.”
“Daddy, please?” She’s so confused. Hell, I am, too.
She’s been through too much for me to be so fucking ruthless with her, yet I can’t stop. “Doll.” Hooking her legs around my waist, I kiss down to her ear while pinning her arms above her head. “I have to tell you something.”
She sobs against my cheek, meeting me thrust for thrust as her hips rise into me on every downward stroke.
“What, Daddy?” She gasps loudly when I bump her clit with my pelvis.
“You aren’t going to like it,” I warn, pulling back so I can see her eyes.
“Tell me.” She barely breathes, her body ready to come apart for me as I let go of her hand and bring it down to swat the side of her ass.
“Blake will be at the fight tomorrow.” Her entire body tenses, pussy so tight she nearly cuts my dick off. “Fuck, baby, loosen up.” She doesn’t.
“Why?” Tears stream down her temple.
“Because I need him to see who you belong to now. And when I claim you in the middle of that ring, he’s going to try to come for me.” Her body shakes now, fear and lust warring inside her. “And when he does”–I kiss her deeply, moving a hand to grip her throat so she can’t look away–“I’m going to snap his fucking neck then take you to my office and fuck you so hard, he won’t even be a memory anymore.”
She explodes around me, screaming until she’s hoarse. Her body tense one second, then loose and limber the next as I pound in and out of her until I come deep inside her cunt, wishing I’d had a chance to knock her up first.
“Yes, please, Daddy,” she whispers in my ear.
Turning my head, I see tears in her eyes, but also something else. They shine bright with her love for me.
“Fuck, doll, I don’t deserve you, but I’m for damn sure going to keep on loving you until you don’t care.” Claiming her lips, I make sweet love to her mouth until she wiggles under me again.