Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Rock Hard Doms) (9 page)

No, I'd be deprived, empty and lost. Anything less than
his molten heat, his essence, flowing into my fertile crescent
wouldn't put out this fire. And I intended to give myself to him any
way he wanted, until claiming me with his shuddering cock was the
only dictate on my sir's mind.

William slammed into me, fierce and slow, steeling his
rhythm.

His balls rapped at my flesh each time he plunged deep,
knocking on my gate, battering me open. But it was nothing compared
to the purifying fire he cut with every stroke, every thrust.

My legs lifted higher, wrapping around him. I tilted my
hips to receive him, giving the leverage he needed to strike low,
straight to my depths.

His cock drove into me like a metal stake piercing the
ground. His tip sank a little lower as my wet silk opened for him,
hot and greedy. Sucking at his cock, drooling for his seed, I fucked
him back.

William's hands pressed firmer around my breasts. My
nipples bloomed between his fingertips. He shoved his knuckles
together, harsher as his thrusts quickened, turning his hands into
nipple clamps.

As above, so below. I burned.

I panted like an animal at its mating zenith. I was
finally one with him. I didn't care about anything except feeling him
erupt inside me, being thrown into ecstasy and awash with his seed.

I don't care if I get pregnant. Hell, I'd love it.

Love to feel a part of him packed deep, swelling my
womb, stretching my body and shifting my life forever!

William grunted. His
hips punched up and down beneath my clenched legs, bullish bucking
movements that drove him all the way to the edge of my womb.

It wouldn't be long now. Not that my body was going to
wait for him to come with me. I wasn't that disciplined, wasn't that
lucky.

The fiery scratch of his cock inside me hit an itch I
hadn't realized existed. And when it was relieved, inch by screaming
inch, there was nothing left to hold my release.

All the fire inside me streamed to my waist, condensing
in a ball of brimstone, just above my sex. Then the glow reached
critical mass and exploded outward, bathing all my extremities in his
light, his fire.

I came hard. My hips moved on their own, hurling back at
his savage thrusts, tempting him to pound me harder still.

William went crazy. His hands left my breasts and found
my hips, pulled me tight, tugged me higher onto his throttling shaft.

He held my shaking, humping ass to him, digging his
fingers deep into my cheeks. The handcuffs were stretched to their
limit. Their taut chain clapped loudly as he continued to thrust, a
steady sound like a clock ticking.

It was all I could hear through the pleasure foaming up
inside me. My velvet spasmed, sucked, and fucked harder at his flesh,
desperate to make him join me in paradise.

Come on...come on...come...

Nasty, heated little words sputtered in my head. My
mouth was an open ring, breathing and growling, too strained for
words.

I was just coming down from the explosion when his
brutal grip on my ass turned to steel. His fingers pressed through my
flesh, feeling for my tight glutes underneath, clawing at the muscle
for leverage.

The strange massage sent new currents streaming through
me. I wrestled against him, trying to find my balance, but it only
encouraged him to hold me down.

William's hips punched down. And then they didn't rise.

“
Oh, sir. Oh, fuck, yes!” My words slurred
as his climax burst.

His cock's head swelled against my cervix, turning
hotter and thicker like searing charcoal. He cried out as the
explosion overtook him.

His cock jerked deep inside me, firing the payload
hissing out his balls. Stars filled me. Wet, airy, and hot like
churning lava.

I didn't think I could come again so soon, but feeling
his seed bursting inside me, with nothing between us, proved me
wrong. A hard twitch below the waist became a storm of spasms.

My walls convulsed around his twitching cock. Our
orgasms synchronized, shooting and sucking, coming together as one
with his hips wedged hot and strong against mine.

Fire. Souls. Babies.

My skin burned. Blood streaked through my veins,
overheated on pure lust, charging into the last few nerves untouched
by the last orgasmic wildfire.

Every part of me came, snapping open like an old
shutter, coming apart to take William's beautiful essence into my
soft, shaking velvet.

His come scorched, inside and out. The fire howled
through him too, all the way to his throat, where it poured out again
as a low, bestial grunt.

Soft curses and feral growls tore at the air around us.
Emptying his balls must have been almost as pleasurable as it was for
me to receive their fiery contents.

The flames poured on, reaching my fertile depths,
glowing in the darkness like hot liquid metal. Or so I imagined.

My eyes rolled, showing me nothing but blacks, whites,
and reds.

All Stars. A canvass of masculine energy writhing like
his muscles, his inked stripes across his shoulders, all of it
reaching out to capture me forever.

I collapsed with a whimper. My wrists stung.

During the blowout, my skin had pressed deep into the
metal crescents. If it had been any sharper, it would've cut straight
through my hands.

William pulled out slowly and rounded my side. He tugged
me close, nestling his softening erection against my ass. He pushed
the floppy pillow beneath my elbows, the better to hold me in place
as the handcuffs kept my wrists high.

“
That was...I don't know what to call it,” I
said, drawing my first full breath since taking him inside me.

“
Acceptance,” he offered. “Bondage.
Submission.”

All good words. I smiled to myself in the darkness,
wishing my wrists weren't still bound so I could drag his big hand to
my lips, affectionate and grateful.

“
And you really want this kind of risk?” I
asked. My head was still dizzy with the cold reality creeping up on
us.

We'd done it unprotected, and I doubted it would stop
anytime soon. Once bare, you never go back, or something like that.
We were fucking natural, with the very real possibility that his seed
could plant a baby in my womb.

Crazy. Wonderful. Miraculous.

“
What risk is that?” William folded his big
hand to my lower belly, spreading his fingers across my soft, hot
skin. “I'm not afraid to own and protect, little Rose. You're
the one shouldering most of the risk here. You think you're ready to
handle a fighter's kid?”

My eyes grew huge. A softer, stickier heat rolled
through me. It contained all the happy possibilities his baby would
bring.

He kissed my shoulder. I craned my neck to see his eyes,
reassuring and bright, even in the shadows.

They glowed beautifully, just as I expected. But
something reluctant stirred there too. Not any doubts about me, or
him, but about the harsh world that surrounded him.

I wanted to pull him close and quiet his secret worries,
or else fish them out of him. But before I could say a word, his
teeth plucked my neck again, and he lifted his hard erection beneath
my ass cheeks.

“
No more words, Rosie. Tonight, our flesh does the
talking. And mine still has a lot to say to yours.”

He shifted us, rolling my hips up on their side. I felt
his tip rubbing between my legs, a single thrust away from entering
my leaking slit.

My lips trembled softly with my moan. He pushed inside
me, banishing all my other thoughts, drawing me into his deeper,
primal dance, where quivering flesh replaced words.

IV: Intrusions

I screamed. Every muscle in my body fired, hurling its
energy into one part, burning with a merciless need to feel William
against me.

My fist connected with his jaw and he rocked back. I was
already poised to throw another punch, but passing through his
defenses and knocking him square on the face took me by surprise.

So did the sickening blow my fist made as it landed on
his skin. Sure, the gloves I wore were padded, but the loud clapping
noise made my heart race.

William staggered backward, grabbing his knees with one
hand to steady himself.

“
Holy shit! Are you alright?” I took a few
tentative steps forward.

He held up one hand, sniffed loudly, and spat. A tiny
stream of blood was embedded in the clear liquid.

“
Good one, Rosie. Bad one for me,” he said,
finding his footing to stand. “Let's take a break.”

He turned his back and walked to the canteen and towel
we kept by his weights. I stayed in place until he'd chugged half the
bottle, too freaked out to move.

What the hell was going on? I couldn't believe I'd
suddenly had a breakthrough in martial arts and gotten through
defenses he'd honed for years.

I took off my helmet and wiped the sweat from my brow.
William never wore one, not when he was training with me, too
confident he wouldn't need it.

I guessed over-confidence had gone out the window after
what had just happened. But it didn't bring me any joy. Just dumb,
frightened shock.

“
Hey, I don't have a clue what just happened. I
never expected to...” My words wilted. I reached for his
shoulder.

He wheeled around, his eyes narrowed, glowering. “Don't
apologize. It's not like you knocked out any teeth. If you were a
bigger man, I would've been in real trouble. That's my fault for
throwing away safety.”

He chuckled. I toyed with my bottom lip, digesting the
eerie sound. There was no real humor in his laugh.

“
What's going on?” I wanted to get to the
bottom of it.

“
I'm off my fucking game. That's what.” He
looked at me and wiped stray water from his chin, jaw clenched like a
titan.

“
Huh?”

“
I'm not ready for this fight.” William
tossed the canteen at the ground and ran his fingers through his
short, sandy hair. “And I shouldn't be dragging you into this.”

“
No, tell me! This is the first I've heard about
another fight on your books.” I paced around him slowly, my
curiosity more than piqued.

The fights were the center of his life. I knew that
much, but I didn't know he got so stressed over them.

Or was this something new?

I suppressed a chill. However much my heart throbbed for
him, it was a cruel reminder that I didn't know as much about this
amazing man as I thought.

But I wanted to rectify that. Soon.

“
I'm fighting the biggest MMA champion in the Twin
Cities in a couple weeks. Little Georgie.” He plopped down in
the old metal chair. “I know what it sounds like, but trust me,
the name isn't accurate. Little Georgie's a three hundred pound Swede
who could've given Goliath a run for his money.”

My lips curled up. “Why do they call them like
that?”

William shrugged. He leaned back in the chair,
stretching himself, exposing his hard muscles to me again.

He never wore a shirt
anymore while sparring. Of course, that added plenty of terrible
distractions to
our routine.
It was a miracle I managed to hit him at all, let alone the way I'd
clocked him in the face.

“
You'll beat him,” I said simply. I couldn't
imagine any other outcome. “Just like you did that Ukrainian
guy.”

“
Only if I train, and get my ass together. It's
gonna take a lot to down Georgie. Orange Coal was a sneaky bastard.
Didn't have that brute strength, though. One punch from Georgie's
fists have knocked down plenty of guys.”

“
You'll do it. Practice on me if you need to!”

William smiled sourly and shook his head. I didn't know
how to make the fight easier, or how to boost his skill. Frustrating,
but I was ready to offer up anything that would help.

“
I've got another guy helping me with that. I
think we'll have to cut your lessons short next week. Need to focus
everything on this fight. I'm even suspending some of my usual
clients.”

“
That's okay. I'll still see you on the weekend,
right? And tonight – your place or mine?”

He didn't answer about our future plans. William looked
at me for several long seconds, the weariness dulling his brilliant
eyes, speaking ahead of his words.

“
It'll have to wait, Rosie. Only for a little
while,” he added, as soon as he saw the hurt in my face.

He walked over, embraced me firmly, caressing me with
his arms. I breathed his scent, wishing it would lead to so much
more. Still, having a small taste of him was better than absolutely
nothing.

“
I'll call you soon and let you know what's going
on. I just need total focus right now.”