80. Cassandra Walker
Alexa Play: Defenses Down by CJ Starnes
“Fuck, baby… that hurts so good.” Theo was smirking down at me as I knelt on the ground by the bed, attacking a stubborn splinter of glass in her foot that she informed me she could still feel when she stood.
I glanced up at her, giving her an unamused glare.
“You little fucking masochist. This isn’t sexy, Theo. This is dangerous. If you ever walk on broken glass with bare feet again, I’ll beat your ass raw.”
Theo’s eyes flashed, and that playful smirk of hers widened.
“Promise?”
“Ugh! You’re the fucking worst!” I grumbled, even as I finally managed to rip the last splitter out of her foot.
She groaned… but not like it hurt. More like it was turning her on, and frankly, I wasn’t in the mood to entertain her masochistic tendencies at the moment.
Not when her feet were this fucked up, and she had her fight with Svetlana Petrova later, who she’d told me was one of the most dangerous fighters in the fucked up ring she insisted on competing in.
“I told you… the pain… It helps. It’s a crutch. I know it’s dangerous, but sometimes I need it to keep me from completely going off the deep end, Cass.”
I glanced up at my wife as I finished wrapping her feet.
She was frowning at me now, her playful smirk nowhere to be seen. She looked worried, like she thought I was going to be mad at her for being honest with me about what she needed.
Standing up, I abruptly fisted her by her little bun and yanked hard enough that I knew it would hurt.
She hissed in pain as I crawled on top of her.
“Shit! Cass!”
Wrapping my free hand around her throat, I squeezed until she gasped for me, her dark eyes bulging in surprise.
“If you need someone to hurt you, you come to me, understand?”
She choked and gasped when I released her throat, only to bark out a surprised shout of pain as I back-handed her hard across the face.
“Fuuuuccckkkkkk….” she moaned, and I smirked as she began to unintentionally roll her hips up into me.
“No more self-sabotage, Theodora. If you need pain, I will give it to you, but we’re doing it my way. Tell me you understand.” I grabbed her by the jaw and forced her head back to look at me, and she stared up at me with wide, desperate eyes.
“Say it.” I squeezed her cheeks until her full lips puckered, and she nodded her head frantically.
“I-I understand.”
“Good.” I smirked.
“Now, with that being said, what are we going to do about your fight later? Your feet are fucked. I don’t want you stepping into the ring with that murderous bitch if you think there’s a chance you might lose.”
The lust faded from Theo’s dark eyes, and she grew limp beneath me. I released her jaw, and she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.
“I don’t know. I need to go to the ring and talk to Jerry about it.”
“What does your coach think about all this? I doubt he’s going to want you to fight with your feet like this any more than I do.”
“I know. I just… It’s hard, Cass. I’ve been working toward this for years.
Svetlana is like… a fucking god in my world.
If I can beat her, it’ll… I don’t know. It feels like maybe it’ll be closure or something.
If I can step into a ring with the Russian and win, then there’s not really any reason for me to fight in that league anymore anyway, you know?
I already beat the meanest, baddest bitch there is, so who cares if I retire? ”
I mulled this over.
Honestly, I understood it.
I was a perfectionist and competitive as fuck too. This fight for Theo was the equivalent of me taking on a challenging case.
The whole point of winning was to prove to myself that I was the fucking best at what I did, and I couldn’t think of anyone who needed that kind of self-validation more than my wife.
Maybe winning this fight would be good for her healing, and if it gave her the closure she needed to finally actually want to quit the league, maybe it wasn’t a bad idea.
“But what about your feet? You’ll be at a disadvantage,” I said, and suddenly, Theo’s playful smirk was back.
“I told you I like pain, Cass. If anything, I’ll just be hella turned on after stepping on my injuries all night, and then you can fuck me senseless after I win to celebrate.”
She wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively, and I smothered a laugh.
“Fine, you fucking psycho.”
“I’m the masochist. You’re the psycho. Don’t get it twisted.”
I lightly smacked her on the cheek again, and she laughed, grabbing me by the hips and flipping me onto the bed so she was the one straddling me now.
I squealed and giggled as she showered my face with sloppy kisses.
She kissed my throat, then my jaw. She brushed her lips against each cheek, then my forehead, and slowly, the playful energy sobered into something slower.
More tender.
Soon, her messy kisses turned deliberate and gentle.
My breath caught as she ran the tip of her nose from my temple to my lips, and I found myself sliding my fingers up into her hair as she slotted her hot, wet mouth against mine.
I sighed as my fingernails brushed against the coarse short hair on the shaved sides of her head, and she whimpered in my mouth as I worked out the elastic that tied the soft, longer pieces on top back and away from her gorgeous face.
“Cass…” She hummed against me as she nipped and sucked on my lower lip.
My chest squeezed with affection as she rocked her hips against mine.
Heat began to pool low in my abdomen as she cupped the side of my face so she could control my head as she licked her way into my mouth.
“Baby… I… I fucking love you so much,” she whispered, and a fierce wave of possessiveness rolled through me at her words.
“I love you too, Theo,” I murmured, tugging her closer into me so I could feel every inch of her pressed against me.
“I… I never thought I would hear you say that.” Her voice was rough, and when I opened my eyes, I found hers were filled with tears.
“Last night you… You called me your wife. Did you… Did you mean that?” she asked softly.
She was searching my face carefully, and though I felt like it should be obvious how much she meant to me, I knew my response to this question would set the tone for how our relationship progressed from here.
“Theodora, you are my wife.”
“Yeah, but… I thought… I thought it was supposed to be fake.”
I brushed a soft strand of her hair back behind her ear and shook my head.
“It hasn’t been fake for me for a long time,” I whispered, and the look of awe that spread across her perfect face was something I would treasure until the day I died.
I’d put that look on her face.
Me.
Cassandra Walker. The woman who had slit her own mother’s throat and went by the name Cuntzilla at work.
I’d somehow managed to create something soft, warm, and beautiful for myself. I’d found someone to love… someone who loved me back just as much.
Someone who smoothed out all my sharp edges and made me better… and somehow, I’d managed to make that person look at me like that.
Fuck.
I was the luckiest woman in the world.
“It… It was never fake for me,” Theo admitted. She cradled my face between both her hands, and she brushed a calloused thumb across my cheek, sweeping away a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen.
Wow. That was twice now she’d been able to make me cry…
After years of trying and failing to allow myself to cry, it turned out all I’d needed was Theodora.
She rested her forehead against mine and closed her eyes. She shook as she held herself over me, and her minty breath feathered across my lips.
“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, Cassandra. I never thought…” Her shoulders shook as she struggled to get a hold of her emotions. “I never thought you would ever love me back.”
“Baby…” I hummed, hooking a thumb under her jaw and tilting her head up so I could kiss her again.
“I love you so much it fucking hurts,” I murmured into her mouth. Sliding my hand up under her t-shirt, I traced my fingers up the warm skin of her side and reveled in the way she arched into my touch.
She whimpered as I slid my hand under the elastic of her sports bra next, loving the contrast of hard and soft that all the planes of her body offered me.
“Take this off,” I murmured, and like she always did when I asked something of her, Theo obeyed.
It was messy, clumsy, and desperate, but she stripped out of her shirt and bra, only breaking our kiss for a brief moment so she could tug her shirt over her head.
I used the opportunity to shed my hoodie, and we both slipped out of our bottoms while still somehow managing to continue to devour each other.
Once we were free of our clothes, she sank down on top of me, and my eyelids fluttered at the warm feeling of her soft skin sliding against mine.
I was surrounded by her scent, and sparks of need and pleasure prickled beneath my palms as I skated my hands up her firm body.
Mindless with need and the possessive desire to mark her, I broke our kiss, so I could nip and suck a hot line down her jaw to her throat. She arched in my arms as I paused to worship the line of her collarbone.
Her breasts.
The hard pebbled bud of her nipple.
She gasped as I drew it into my mouth, pulsing the tip between my teeth until I felt a wet slickness begin to drip down her thighs.
“C-Cass… fuck…”
I bit down and sucked hard enough that she cried out for me, her fingers curling into my shoulders as she ground her wet pussy down into mine.
I needed her… I needed to fucking own her…
“I want to make you come,” I rasped, kissing my way across her chest so I could give her other breast the same treatment.
She was in my mouth, and her scent was in my nose… My head was swimming with the heady sound of her desperate pants and beautiful moans.
All I wanted was to make her fall apart for me.
To make her feel something good after the world had treated her so poorly for so long.
Cuffing her throat, I gently rolled us again so I was spread out on top of her, and she looked up at me with those large, apprehensive eyes.