Cage

A few weeks later, and I’m already a regular in the ring. Once they got a whiff of what I could do, a lot of them were willing to throw money at my face to have me fight for them. I let Ella do all the talking while I just accept whatever she tells me to do. I don’t know what it means or what the rules are; I just listen to her because I trust her to make the right decision.

And boy, did she.

I’m fighting like crazy, one after the other, every single week. It’s only gotten crazier since I started. Apparently, more spectators are there since I’ve been fighting. The news of me appearing out of nowhere to join the ranks of the fighters has somehow brought about a load of people who want to see me.

I don’t mind. I can fight, and whether they’re here or not, it doesn’t matter. I focus solely on my opponent, finishing them without trying to actually kill them. It’s much harder than I anticipated, though, as my hits are fast and unpredictable, too strong for the regular untrained body.

But I have to do it for her. For Ella. I must keep my strength under control and only fight with what’s needed.

It helps that she watches every fight. With her eyes on me, I keep calm and stay in control over my fury. I’ve learned to channel my anger over what my father did into these fights, though. And it’s caused me to win … again and again and again.

Just like now, when my opponent is barely able to stay standing, breathing heavily through his mouth while I’m still hopping around. My fists are eager to hit him again, but I know he can’t take much more, and I refuse to kill him. Ella said they could take me away and lock me up if it ever happens, so I must avoid it at all cost.

With Ella cheering me on from the sidelines, I deliver my final punch, and my opponent drops to the floor like a wooden plank. The crowd erupts in chants and clapping, and I can’t stop myself from doing a victory roar, the same one I always do. For some reason, the people watching me have come to expect it, and they roar with me, almost as if they’re trying to connect with me. I don’t know why they do it, but it does make me smirk proudly.

The referee calls the fight, and I stop and jump out of the ring. My manager immediately jumps on my neck, yelling, “You did it! Fuck, Cage, if I’d known you were this big of a moneymaker, I would’ve searched the entire country to find you.”

“Really?” I doubt that’s true, but whatever. I’ll take it. Fighting for him means I’ll get paid, and with money, I can support my Ella. I don’t know how much it is or what the value of the small green papers really is. To me, it’s just paper, but to the rest of the world, it’s everything, so I understand it’s important. It gets stuff done. Still, the money doesn’t faze me. Only her proud face as she gazes at me from the corner near the dressing room.

“You’re gold, man. I’m serious. You earn me so much cash; I’ve never had this many people come to see a fighter before. And Jesus, do you know how many bets were made? We’ll be millionaires together.” He holds his hand up high and waits, staring at me, but I don’t know what he wants from me.

“Uh … okay,” he says. “No worries. I’m happy either way. Can’t wait for next Saturday. I’ll see you then? Ready to ruin twice as many?” I nod at my manager who keeps yapping in my face, but I don’t care about any of that. I don’t care how many guys he wants me to fight, or how much money he wants to earn now that he has me.

All I want is her. I’m only doing this for her.

My Ella … And now that I’ve won, she’ll be my biggest prize.

* * *

Ella

I clap as he approaches me, wanting to press a kiss to his cheek, but when he marches toward me, I think I’m in trouble. The expression on his face is wild and hungry—as if he wants to eat me alive and then some. I swallow, not sure what to expect as he bolts toward me, muscles still bulging out of his shirt.

With one hand, he grabs my face and forces his lips onto mine as his other hand snakes its way down my ass to hold me tight. I melt in his arms, unable to free myself from his grasp, but I love it. I love how greedily he kisses me. As if he wants to taste every inch of my mouth and more. I can sense his arousal, especially when he rubs himself against me.

When our lips briefly unlock, he growls, “Come.”

My pussy thumps from his voice alone, and I let him drag me along into the locker room. He locks it from the inside out as I stumble backward, almost falling over a bench. I’m that shaken up from watching him fight like that up close. The raw, animalistic energy he exudes is impressive … dangerous … and it’s turning me into a willing prey.

Just that look he gives me as he turns around is enough to make me freeze.

“In here? We can’t; they’ll hear us.”

“Don’t care,” he growls. “I want you. Now.”

He approaches me and smashes his lips onto mine again, grasping my face with both hands this time. The groan that leaves his mouth sets my body on fire as his hands drive me crazy with lust.

He quickly spins us around and marches toward the showers with me still in his hands. I’m helpless to fight it. I don’t want it to stop even though I know it’s wrong because we’re not even at home. Everyone knows what’s going on in this locker room, yet I don’t even care.

All I want is for him to take what belongs to him … me.

I kiss him back with equal intensity, wanting to taste him on my tongue forever. If this isn’t bliss, I don’t know what is.

He pulls my top over my head and throws it in the corner and then frantically undoes the button of my pants, ripping those down too. With his teeth, he roughly slides down my panties and immediately starts licking my pussy.

Not stopping to breathe, he immediately dives in to lick me. I struggle to even stay standing against the shower wall as he laps me up like an animal. He’s that aggressive; sucking hard, pushing his tongue inside me, and making me all wet and wobbly.

My fingers tangle in his hair as he groans against my skin, making me want to moan too. So I do; I let myself go in his hands, which firmly grasp my ass. He’s buried between my legs; his tongue draws circles around my clit until my legs part even farther, allowing him to shove two fingers into me.

I love every single thing he’s doing even though I know people might hear. I’m more enamored with the fact that this is what he chose to do after his victory. Of all the things he could’ve done to celebrate … the first thing he did was grab me.

His woman.

So he could lick me.

God, if that isn’t sexy, I don’t know what is.

I accidentally turn on the shower with my back, and I giggle as the water rushes down on us, but he doesn’t even seem fazed. Not even as the water completely soaks him. He hasn’t even taken off his own shorts yet; that’s how eager he was to take me. He just jumped on me and took what is his, and I don’t even mind.

I’m lost in desire and pure need, pushing his head in farther, wanting him to do it harder, faster, more. Everything. I’ve never been this easy, but with him, it comes naturally. It’s like sex is our way of expressing ourselves. Like it binds us together in ways talking can’t ever do.

His lips have ruined me, and I openly embrace my own demise.

He’s my catalyst; the thing that sets me off and makes me tick.

The one person who knows how to push my buttons and turn me into a lover of all things dirty.

He knows it all too well … what he does to me with that tongue.

I can see it in his eyes as he glances up at me for a second, a smirk on his face as he watches me bite my lip. I can’t help it. He’s that good.

His groans and growls push me to the edge, and I suck in a breath.

“Come,” he commands.

His gruff voice is all I need to collapse.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I clutch him. He holds me steady as I feel the waves of ecstasy flow through my body, again and again.

When my orgasm subsides, he licks up my wetness and sticks his tongue inside me, grunting like a beast. My dirty beast.

He quickly rises again and immediately smashes his lips onto mine again. I can taste myself in his kisses, but I don’t mind; it only arouses me more as he explores my mouth. His hand is all over my breasts, squeezing both and twisting my nipples until I moan into his mouth.

A grin spreads on his lips as my hands slide down his wet pecs and abs, along every hard ridge down to his V, and I fantasize about licking up all the droplets of water. My fingers curl around his shorts, and I push them down until the waistband finally moves over his bouncing cock. It’s huge, and it still makes me do a double take every time I look at it.

However, I don’t even get the chance to grasp it or lick him because he immediately flips me around and presses me against the shower wall. Water from the shower rushes down my back and drips down his hair as he roughly pins me to the wall and grasps a fistful of my hair. I moan as he pulls my hair to tilt my head, and he claims my mouth once more. The tip of his length pushes against my ass, and I welcome it greedily.

I’m not even afraid of what’s going to happen or where he’ll put it. I just want it inside me. I’m completely his, and he knows it. In fact, I can tell he enjoys it, just from the soft grin on his face as he spreads my legs with his knee.

He swipes his cock up and down my slit, making my body arch to get closer to his. He places a hand on top of mine, our fingers entwining as he slowly pushes inside my pussy. I gasp as he buries himself completely inside me, all the way to the base. I can feel it tighten, my clit thumping with need, desperate to come again.

He starts thrusting, slowly at first, savoring each one as if it’s his last. The last inch makes my jaw drop and my eyes roll to the back of my head. That’s how good it feels.

After a few thrusts, he increases his pace. However, a sudden finger pushing into my ass makes me squeal. With his other hand, he covers my mouth as he probes around inside me. His finger and cock enter me at the same time, causing an overload of sensations.

It feels like fireworks go off inside me. I never imagined I’d be this filthy, but he makes me want it so badly. I’m consumed by lust. But I no longer feel any shame. I feel only our desires melting into a single need … fuck.

His body is so close to mine that I can feel his droplets rolling onto my back, the heat rising between us as we get closer and closer to euphoria.

I let him take control as he fists my hair and rams into me with fervor. He plunges in deeply, taking me roughly, not the least bit soft. He’s lost his ability to be gentle; still raging from the fight, he’s taking out all his pent-up rage on me. But I don’t mind it one bit. I know he’ll be good to me, and I’ll be good to him.

I mewl when his grip tightens and his veins pulse inside me. He howls out loud and then I feel it … the warm jet of cum inside me, filling me up. I almost drool as he buries himself deep inside me, coating me with his seed.

When he pulls out both his dick and finger, I struggle to stay standing, but his hands keep me upright.

“Mine …” he growls, and he grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks.

Without warning, he pushes the tip of his length into my ass. I gasp and a high-pitched sound leaves my mouth as he pushes in, still hard. Need mixes with pain as he starts to move—deeper, faster—claiming my ass too.

I feel so dirty, yet the more he thrusts, the more I like it.

I’m smashed against the wall, being fucked into oblivion, and I want nothing else than him. My body rocks along with his, rubbing against his as he slams into me. He’s unrelenting as if he has the energy to continue for days and then some. I succumb to the desire as his hand slides between my legs and grabs my pussy. He toys with me, circling my clit with his fingers, pushing them inside me when I’m at the very edge.

As I come, so does he, and I can feel both his fingers and cock inside me. He pulses, releasing himself inside my ass once more, and I can feel it fill me to the brim. Together, we moan and grind until we’re sated and completely undone.

And as he pulls out, he captures my body in his warm arms and pulls me into his embrace. The water of the shower rushes down on his back as he stares into my eyes and places one soft, sweet kiss on my lips, sealing our bond.

And I can’t help but hope that it can stay like this forever.

Just me and him … together.

But something still nags at me, something I can’t shrug off.

Fear … fear that in one quick swoop it could all be over.

I just hope I’ll see it coming.