I scoff and punch his shoulder. It is funny but I’m not gonna tell him it’s funny. He looks at the shoulder I just hit like my punch was beneath him. Moving to a table, he grabs the gloves I opened last week.
“Take your gloves and get in the ring.” I stand there, not taking his orders because the last time I was in that ring he devastated my pussy.
Jagger winks at me. “Not for that reason. You need to learn how to throw a punch.” He walks up to me and slides the open-hand gloves on himself. “You will come with me and practice until you get it right.”
“But I have a whole company with events to plan and I’m usually very busy…”
“Well you can’t do single bitch shit anymore. I’ll show up to your job and fuck you in front of the world for trying to have the audacity to stand me up. Figure it out.”
He turns me toward the ring and swats my ass. Okay, maybe I do need to learn how to fight because he’s the first person I’m hitting. I climb in and try not to feel aroused when he goes all drill sergeant on me, correcting my posture and fixing my stance.
I’m exhausted by the time we finish but Jagger looks like he’s just getting started. He charges me and all then training flies out the window. I run in the opposite direction. Jagger laughs but growls at me when he catches me. Pinning me against the ropes, he bites the apex of my neck and shoulder then sucks it hard.
“You keep ignoring this training and I’ll punish you after each lesson.”
“But, Jagger! I never said I wanted to learn how to fight,” I whine. “Can’t I get more security or something?” I know where this is coming from and don’t want to sound ungrateful.
He grabs my face and forces me to look at him. “I didn’t ask you. I’m your husband and part of my job is to protect you so I want to make sure you can protect yourself if I’m not around. Do you realize what could’ve happened if I didn’t know how to throw a punch?”
I don’t have time to fall into that fear because his kiss steals my thoughts. Jagger feeds me his tongue and moans when I suck on it. He picks me up, pushing me more into the ropes as I wrap my legs around his waist. His hands go to my hips and he retreats from the kiss enough to nibble on my bottom lip just as he grinds his hardening dick against me. His mouth is back on my neck and his hand moves to squeeze one of my boobs.
“Jagger…” I’m wet and ready and all he has to do is go.
“You didn’t take your lesson seriously. No dick for you.”
“Wh—"
He puts me down and steps out of my space. Jagger smiles at me as he adjusts his dick then reaches for his boxing gloves.
“Nik! Lock up so we can spar!”
He gestures towards the chairs. “Lesson is over. Get some water and have a seat.”
Jagger knows the dismissal irks me and he knows my retaliation options are limited. I narrow my eyes at him and get out of the ring as Nikolai enters. I take Jagger’s suggestion - only because I’m thirsty and tired - and watch as Nikolai pulls off his shirt.
Sweet baby Jesus.I’m suddenly less mad about having to watch them spar.
“Tuck in your hormones, Karessa, Nikolai is not for your entertainment,” Jagger teases as he waits for Nikolai to get ready.
I sit up straighter when Nikolai winks at me before sparring with my husband. So I could watch this kind of boxing. Jagger and Nikolai are hot as hell and it’s a pleasure seeing them fight it out. I can’t say the same for real boxing, some of them are okay. I can’t think of any head turners. It begins to get exciting and I have no idea who I’m rooting for right now. Jagger is my husband and I should be one-hundred percent team Jagger, but he’s left me horny and frustrated on purpose so it’d be nice to see him get at least punched in the stomach.
The match was uneventful because of Jagger’s head and since they respect each other or whatever. It was worth seeing both of them sweat. Nikolai jumps out first, his chest and abs are covered in sweat. He wipes his face then drops his head back to dry his neck with the towel. The only thing missing is him taking down his hair.
Hot damn,he looks at me just as his hair falls to his shoulders. I raise my hand to finger wave but Jagger smacks it. Nikolai smirks and damn he has a dimple.
“Don’t play with me, Karessa.” The irritation in his voice is satisfying since he wants to play with the dick. My only form of retaliation was successful. “Nik, We’re almost done then you can lock up for the day.”
Nikolai nods and goes back to the front as Jagger drags me into the locker room and presses me against the locker. His hard chest is on my back as I brace myself against the metal.
“I have so many lessons to teach you. You should stop playing with me,” he warns as his hand dips into my shorts. “Is your pussy so hungry, you have to throw it at Nik?”
His fingers press my clit and he slowly manipulates it. “I was just watching you spar.”
Jagger shoves his fingers inside of me and my hips buck from the intrusion. His strokes are shallow and not meant to take me anywhere but to where he wants me; tortured and unfulfilled.
“We were done sparring when you eye fucked him.”
Removing his hand, Jagger spins me until I’m facing him. I’m still trapped between him and the locker. I’m starting to think I don’t know how to act when he’s in sweaty boxer mode. It’s where I seem to get into the most trouble. Like right now, those brown eyes are glaring at me and all I’m thinking isyes please.
