“You broke rules, Hanlon. Now we have to fight.”
He stalks closer to me with his arms at his side and we circle each other. “Rules?”
“Yup. I woke up alone with no idea where you were. Unacceptable.” I hit my gloves together the way I’ve seen boxers do it. “What’s rule number one, Hanlon?”
“Give the missus her meds?”
I swing and he blocks but Edis pulls me back. “My form. You’ll lose in seconds.”
I narrow my eyes at Jagger. “Rule one. No disappearing. Next, I had a brush with death just trying to see you.” I motion my head in the direction where Nikolai disappeared. “How do you think I feel about that?”
Jagger purses his lips like he’s thinking. “Exhilarated and challenged?”
I swing and when he blocks as I expect him to, I kick him hard in his shin. Edis snickers as Jagger hops around while giving me a dirty look. I’ll pay for that later but that’s not the problem.
“Rule Two. There shouldn’t be anywhere you go where I can’t access you.Ido not need to be on a fucking list to seemy husband.”
Jagger advances to intimidate me and it works since I have no real fighting skills. I let out a small eek.
“Pivot,” Edis’ harsh whisper enhances his slight Russian accent.
I move in time to avoid Jagger’s advance. I’m fully aware that he’s not going full throttle because he would’ve knocked me out by now. Seeing an opening, I go full girl fight mode and jump on his back. Edis rolls his eyes like I’m a failure for a student but I take the opportunity to thump Jagger at the top of his head a few times with the side of my glove.
Edis shakes his head and exits the ring after saying something about next week. He’s so over us and my bad fighting. By the time Edis pulls on his hoodie, grabs his gym bag, and disappears. Jagger has me off of his back. He slams us on the mat, flips me onto my stomach, and pins my gloved hands to the small of my back.
“You still want to fight?” he rasps in my ear as his hand connects with my ass.
I yelp at the sting on my ass cheek. I don’t have time to recover before his hand connects with the opposite cheek. My pussy throbs from the impact. It’s pointless to back down now.
“Yes!” My answer stops with another pop.
“Oh, yeah?”
Jagger replaces the hand holding my hands with his knee. Velcro ripping apart and my breathing are the only things I can hear right now. His now bare hand grips my upper thigh with his fingers resting at the apex of my thighs - not touching anything interesting- and his thumb rubbing the underside of my ass cheek. It’s arousing but I try not to squirm. He wants me to try to seek the pleasure he’s withholding.
“Fuck, your rules are cute, but I have some lessons for you.”
This is not going the way I planned.
He pulls me by my ponytail until I’m on all fours. My shorts ride up my ass, exposing the bottom of my cheeks even more.
“Mmm. That ass,” he groans. The warmth of his hand covers my cheek when he squeezes one hard enough to separate them. “I planned to add you to the list when I was done. I didn’t expect you to hunt me down.” He rubs his hard dick against me then retreats. “Lesson one. Trust your man.” He pops my opposite cheek hard, eliciting a whimper from me. “Be happy Nikolai seems to like you...”
“Who? The big guy outside? Could’ve fooled me.”
Jagger’s snicker is sexy and grates my nerves. “You, just met your number one fan. Well, the biggest fan who can’t fuck you. I didn’t buy those magazines.”
“You’re saying he let me run?”
“Yup. He probably wanted to see this ass in action. Otherwise you wouldn’t have made it.” He slips his fingers under my shorts to run his fingers over my hard clit. “Lesson two. Don’t have your pussy out in public unless you’re trying to get fucked.”
“It’s not out,” I pant because he’s rubbing me harder but is keeping me in the space nowhere near cuming.
Jagger’s fingers stretch me when he shoves two inside of me. “No? Then why am I knuckle deep in pussy juice?” he taunts me as he pumps into me with a few rough passes. He keeps me in place with the tension on my ponytail as he tortures me until I want to cry.
He lets me go suddenly and I fall forward. He flips me and his whiskey eyes burn me with the heat of his lustful stare. His wet hair is dark, some sticks to his forehead, and he’s damp with sweat from his workout but I don’t give a damn. I want him now.
“The band of your shorts read “wet” like you’re advertising your status. Your pussy aches for me; doesn’t it, Sweet Baby? Is that what has you all worked up? No breakfast dick?”
