My free hand dangles around her shoulder, trapping her completely against me with nowhere to escape.
She stutters out my name, all breathy and shaky, the needy, nervous sound alone making my eyes roll back in my head.
"Shh," I soothe into her neck, "Keep watching."
Skyler and his opponent circle each other, swinging without making solid contact, falling into a rhythm neither can overcome.
All the while, my knife on Brigit's thigh glides back and forth, barely touching her, never coming close to breaking skin, her squirming flooding my body with desire, pooling low in my belly and sending all the blood to my throbbing dick.
Finally, Skyler's fist collides with the other man's jaw, rocking him to the side. Brigit's gasp urges me on, trailing the blade further up her leg, sinking my fingers into the soft warmth of her inner thigh to spread her open for me.
She turns her head towards me, either to stop me or kiss me if her hooded gaze locked on my mouth is any indication, but I need her focused on the violence, fear, and undeniable arousal, indulgingherself in her wickedness. If I let those soft lips find mine, I'll be lost in her.
The hand draped around her shoulders moves fast as a viper's strike, wrapping under her jaw and forcing her gaze back to the pummeling Skyler's doling out.
"Eyes on the fight," I order, my grip on her jaw rough enough to keep her in place but not painful. The knife clatters onto the table, drawing her attention before my hand finds its path between her legs again, free to touch and explore without the possibility of harming her.
Fortunately for me, Sky's opponent can give as good as he gets, otherwise this would be over before I reach my destination between Brigit's soft thighs.
A whimper slips from her lips as I spread those pretty legs further, the heat from her pussy so close I swear I can feel it begging for me.
Right as Skyler lands another punch, I swipe my finger through the apex of her thighs, finding a deliciously drenched layer of fabric between her cunt and my hand.
A groan radiates through me as I gently explore the damp panties keeping her from me.
Biting back a moan, she tries to roll her head back, stopped only by my grip on her jaw.
Another brutal punch lands, and I ease her panties to the side, her legs opening and begging me for more, even though her brain hasn't yet accepted that this is what she needs. Her fingers dig into the seat at her side and the edge of the table, her knuckles white from the effort of keeping still.
Finding her swollen, wet clit has me gritting my teeth against fucking coming in my pants.
"Oh, Brigit,” I taunt in her ear, my voice gritty and low, filthy with desire, "All this from just watching a little fighting? Or was it the thrill of knowing at any moment I could slice your pretty skin open? I could make you bleed for me and you'd loveevery second as long as my fingers make this needy cunt cry, huh?"
A pathetic, humiliated whimper is her only answer as I swipe through all the beautiful, slippery warmth between her legs, rubbing it into her clit in precise, gentle circles.
I chuckle, "My sweet, sick little sadist. Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of you.”
My middle and ring fingers slide into her hot, soaked opening, and she moans as it wraps tight and soft around me, welcoming my digits inside her.
Fucking hell.
Her cunt feels so good around my fingers. She's all pillowy and drenched, taking them over and over again as I fuck into her with my hand, finding the rhythm that has her panting.
She bites her lips to hold in her breathy sounds, her face twisted in tortured pleasure as she watches Skyler beat the shit out of someone, and I wrench pleasure from between her legs.
"You're so fucking wet, Brigit," I groan, "And this," my thumb swipes across her clit and finally pulls a desperate cry from her lips. "Oh, fuck,thisis all swollen and hot. You need to comeso bad,don't you?"
Her lips wobble, trying not to admit the truth we both already know.
But her hips rocking into my hand, her distractingly hard nipples barely hidden from me, and the decadent liquid spilling onto my hand with every thrust of my fingers is all the proof I need.
The roar of the crowd around us and the sickening thuds coming from the ring are a warning that the fight has almost reached its brutal end, and fuck, I need Brigit to do the same.
I press my thumb against that hot bundle of nerves again, watching her face as it morphs into a perfect picture of that delicious moment she's lost on the edge of oblivion, just before she finds release.
Myhand at her jaw covers her mouth, keeping her cries trapped against my palm.
"You're so fucking close, Brig. Give it to me. Let me have it. I fuckingneedit." The last few syllables are hardly more than wild groans uttered into her hair.
