Dammit, if she wasn’t extremely sexy in his too-large dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up above her elbows and the hem ending at her thighs.
“Hi,” she said, biting an apple. It was the first time she’d greeted him since he’d taken her three days ago.
“Hey.” He motioned to the dresses, panties, stockings, and garters. “I bought these for you.”
She stopped mid-chew and gaped at the items strewn on the sofa. “This is all for me?” And blurted, “Why?”
His brows slowly rose. “Why?”
She cocked her head. “Yes, why?”
“Would you rather walk around naked in the fight club and the sex club?”
“No,” she retorted and brushed by him, picking up one satin emerald dress with thin straps that was quite short. She caressed the smooth fabric with her thumb and assessed him, stunned that he’d bought her these expensive clothes. “What’s going on between us, William?”
She was becoming braver, but he ignored her question. Today was not the time to discuss it yet.
“Pick one dress and wear the cloak. We’re going to the fight club.”
***
“I can just walk around while you fight?” she asked in a high tone, evidently waiting for the punchline as she attached the garter to the sheer black stockings underneath the emerald dress, her foot propped on the edge of his mattress in his underground room.
The room where he saw her naked for the first time.
The act was entirely too sexy, and William desired to bend her over and drive his cock into her ass with just those garters on. William knew she sought to seduce him with the beguiling move. They were both continually fighting to control their irregular interaction. He pushed the thought of fucking her away forcefully and decided to show her who was boss.
“Yes,” he expressed as he sat on his bed, his hip right next to her foot while he finished wrapping his hand.
Then he seized her ankle to place her foot on his thigh. “But...” His tone was soft; he was seducing her now. “A guard will be watching you, Ivy. Don’t even think about defying my orders. You’re to stay close to the ring so that I can see you at all times.” His fingers glided up her leg, toward the back of her knee, and up her inner thigh where he unclicked the garter.
“What are you doing?” she breathed.
Showing you that you’re under my spell, he thought as he rested her foot on the floor and loosened the other garter. Now he could slide her panties down, and he let them fall to the floor. He pulled her left leg up again from behind her knee, foot on his thigh, and reattached the garters while looking up at her.
“I want to be the only one to know that you’re walking around without panties. I want to be able to bend you over whenever I feel like it and eat your pussy without any barriers. And Ivy, you’ll let me because you can’t deny that you love my tongue inside you.”
Ivy’s breath caught as he flicked her bare pussy with his thumb. Her hips rolled forward, and William was tempted to bury his face in her folds, but somehow, he managed to keep his composure. His palm skated up around her thigh, toward her ass, and he spanked her once to break the trance.
“Ouch!” She rubbed her bottom.
“Wear the cloak,” he insisted, ready to get going because he was primed to fight.
He needed to unleash the frustration of the last couple days. It was proving to be difficult to stay in character constantly. To remember to try to reel Ivy in by pretending they were forming a true connection and keeping focused on the end goal, which was still to get his money back without any retaliation from her father, Alfred. If Ivy was completely besotted with William when that time came, she wouldn’t want to get back at William.
She wrapped the satin black cloak around her shoulders, and William pulled up the wide hood, giving her a stern look as he threatened, “If I lose sight of you or find you talking to anyone, you’ll be punished in Sins.”
Ivy flinched visibly.
Fortunately, she was still frightened of William, even through her growing attraction to him.
***
A guard was instructed to watch Ivy as she stood in the second row in front of the boxing ring.
The rounded club was much fuller than William had expected, spiking his anxiety as he speared Ivy with his gaze while warming up in his corner of the raised platform.
She stood still, her face shielded by the hood.
A few men were around her, and the guard was behind her. William didn’t like the men so close to her, but he tamped that unexpected reaction down. Most of the women he’d fucked belonged to someone else. This unfamiliar sentiment was thwarting his state of mind. It upset him. Upset toward what or whom, he couldn’t specify. Was he irritated at Ivy, at himself, or at the men that were too close to her?
William banged his gloved hands together. It was imperative that he stayed focused now because tonight was an important fight. William was the favorite, and enormous bets were being placed on him. Only, little did they know that he would be defeated. It was a fixed fight so that Charles and William could keep all three floors afloat until Alfred and other creditors paid their debts to them. Cash flow was becoming an increasingly challenging problem.
“Let the match commence.”
The bell rang and the referee stepped out of the ring as cheering ensued.
William’s opponent, Colin, stomped to him aggressively. Colin was an Irish fighter who was slimmer than William, but he exuded strength and was only an inch or so shorter than William. William dodged his fist and side-stepped around Colin, striking him in the side. Colin hurled around and they danced around one another. William decided to welcome the next shot just as Colin gave him an uppercut that reverberated through his chin, making William stammer back. Then Colin punched his cheek. William’s head flew to the side as he spit blood with the force of the blow, and he saw a man standing very close behind Ivy.
Was the man talking to her?
The guard was on the other side of Ivy.
An anger that made no sense boiled inside of him.
William recovered and jabbed Colin in his stomach, and when Colin slouched forward, William smashed his jawline. A bit too hard since Colin fell on his ass.
“Fuck!” William muttered, yet he took this opportunity to peek at Ivy again.
The man – he couldn’t clearly see his face – had dark hair and was indeed standing pressed against her. And it seemed her chin was pointed to her left, as if she was in a secret conversation with him.
Could Ivy be plotting an escape attempt? Would she do that?
Perhaps she wasn’t becoming as attached to William as he’d perceived. He had the distinct feeling that something was wrong. He had the distinct feeling that he was spiraling entirely out of control when it came to her. For a man who thrived on usually being calm and collected, he was none of that when it came to Ivy.
God help him, she was the most distracting woman he’d ever met. She was a treacherous temptation he didn’t need.
And as he turned his head back toward Colin, he saw the round tip of a boxing glove and was punched directly in his nose.
A collective gasp went through the crowd.
William heard a crack and fell onto his back. His vision blurred as pain shot through his skull.
“.....six, seven, eight.”
Rage was burning through William, and he should’ve stayed on the ground so he would lose – and make money. However, his fighter’s mind and body hungered for reprisal.
Without thinking, William lurched up, wiping his bloodied nose on his arm as the corner of his lip eased up cruelly.
Gritting his teeth, William lunged forward, seeming to go for Colin’s stomach, so Colin kept his hands low. Then at the last moment, William changed his angle and punched Colin’s temple with brutal force. As Colin fell down, William kicked his other temple and, finally, hit him with an uppercut, knocking Colin out.
The mass of people celebrated and chanted, “William! Unco
nquerable! William! Unconquerable!”
William’s harsh breathing didn’t settle as realization dawned on him. He was supposed to lose, but he’d done the opposite.
The cheers were deafening.
Where was Ivy?
He swiveled around, scanning the club until he settled on Charles, who pinned him to the spot with a strict frown. William had just cost them a fortune. He ignored Charles and searched for Ivy, finally spotting her near the entrance with the guard.
He hurriedly jumped through the ropes of the ring and beat a path through the crowd, slamming off the hands of random people that wanted to touch him and tearing off his gloves as he went.
Ivy turned just as he reached her, and her eyes widened when she saw his furious demeanor.
“Who were you talking to?” His fingers curled around her bicep.
“What? No one.” She attempted to break free from his uncompromising hold.
Instantly, William addressed the guard, “Who was she talking to?”
He looked surprised. “No one, sir.”
William’s jaw clenched. “You’re fucking fired! She was talking to someone while you, idiot, were standing next to her!”
“Mr. Kade, I assure you—”
“Get. Out. Of. My. Sight!” And William towed Ivy behind him, through the entrance, storming down the hallway.
This entire situation was causing him to lose his patience! If she’d asked someone for help or concocted a plan, he might have to set her free, and his body rebelled against that idea. He hardly wanted to consider it at all.
“William!” Ivy tried to wrench away from him unsuccessfully. “William!”
Her hood fell back as she was running to keep up with his pace.
“William!” she bellowed again, and he came to a sudden halt, spinning around and slamming Ivy against the wall with his palms against her shoulders.
“Who were you talking to?” he spat in her face.
“No one! What’s wrong with you? Why do you think—”
“Stop fucking lying to me! I saw it! I’m sure you two were talking. And I want to know what you discussed and who that man was?!”
Her face contorted as if she wanted to cry in fear.
“Don’t you dare cry! I told you what would happen if you talked to anyone. You’re fucking messing with my mind,” he revealed in anger.
It was an admission he shouldn’t have made, but pure dismay ruled his state at the moment. She started this devious game with him. She’d planted a wallet and stolen his money, which had led to her kidnapping, and now she was creeping into his mind, so much so that he couldn’t even concentrate during a fight.
Suddenly, Ivy lifted her chin. “You threaten me so often but never follow through.” And as soon as she’d said it, he could tell she was sorry she hadn’t held her arrogant retort in.
They were back to provoking one another.
In response, he smiled at her maliciously. “Do I now? Well, let me follow through thoroughly. Because, baby, you’re lying through your teeth. And this time, you will tell me the truth before this night is over!”
William wasn’t going to play another game and hound her for the truth. He was sick and tired of playing nice and treating her with kid gloves when she was the one who chose to play with the big boys. He was positive she’d been talking to that man, and he wouldn’t allow her seductive exterior to sway him anymore. Ivy held his hard stare admirably, but he wasn’t being deterred by her distracting beauty.
William pushed her forward again to the flight of stairs, going one floor up and striding down the corridor to Sins.
“No! Stop it! I’m not going into Sins with you now! I’ll scream for help!” She attempted to dig her heels into the concrete floor, but he just dragged her along.
Upon entering, William pulled her hood up to conceal her face and said into her ear, “So scream. I’ll just say it’s part of my fantasy. Every woman screams in here.”
Just then, a few women squealed in pleasure of being whipped on the spank bench. And more moans came from the orgy happening on the velvet cushions in the center area. Limbs and tongues twisted and clashed while males and females were fingering slits as whimpers and sighs echoed off the walls. Men and women were licking breasts and pussies. Women were exchanged as they were being fucked in the ass, then flipped over and taken by others. Two women took turns stroking and sucking one man’s cock while he busily fingered a woman’s pussy in a similar rhythm.
Ivy tried to pull her hood back with her right hand, but William caught her wrist and pinned it beside her body, then he wound an arm around her middle, holding her tightly against him.
“Help! Help me! He kid—”
William stifled Ivy’s words with his palm.
Her head jerked from left to right.
William lifted Ivy off the ground and went to the far side of the room behind the bar, close to the secret door that was located behind the dark blue curtains.
There was a St. Andrew’s Cross between two beds.
He placed Ivy with her back against it, and he pulled up her hands.
She tried to kick him in his balls, but he moved to the side just in time and secured one wrist.
“Being feisty again, Ivy? You’re just fueling my need to rough you up,” he sneered, and he saw a flash of anxiety, yet she was also enticed.
By god, why was this woman such an enigma?
Quickly, William locked her other wrist and ankles while she jerked like a madwoman. Then he stood, bending his head so they were nose-to-nose. Erratic breaths mingled heatedly.
“Who. Were. You. Talking. To?” He gave her another chance to come clean.
Silence between the two of them. But around them were the muffled sounds of moans and spanks.
William stepped back and saw that the bed on the left had drawn curtains; the bed on the right was empty.
“That was your last chance to tell me willingly. I’m positive you’re lying, and if you’ve asked someone for help, then the rules of our game must change drastically, Ivy.”
And then he rounded the vacant bed, screeching three curtains shut so that he and Ivy were enclosed in the deepest shadows between the frames of the two beds.
He pulled her hood back and ripped the fabric, letting it flutter to the floor.
William disregarded his hardening cock as Ivy was spread-eagle before him in the mini emerald dress and garters and heels.
Staying in tune with his plan, he grabbed the back of a chair and positioned it in front of Ivy and sat down, reclining back.
They were out of sight, but she could still see some couples playing together.
He focused solely on her and was about to speak when he felt a caress in his hair, and a female spoke. “Good evening, William.”
Without taking his eyes off Ivy, he greeted, “Morgan.” It was the woman who had wanted to join Ivy and William on the opening night of Sins.
Ivy tensed, and her nostrils flared while arrows of pure jealousy flew from her.
William didn’t touch Morgan, but he allowed her to touch him.
It irked him that Ivy had talked to another man and was seemingly not as much under his spell as he’d initially believed.
“Do you want to play, William?” Morgan purred and kneeled beside him.
William leaned to the side, toward her ear, while keeping his gaze locked on Ivy, and muttered so Ivy couldn’t hear, but it appeared as if he was kissing the shell. “No. You may touch me but don’t dare be bold. I’m only playing with her.”
Morgan’s lips twitched, and she looked back and forth between Ivy and William. She was discontented with William’s attention being centered on Ivy and his restrictions, but he sensed that she wanted him badly enough that she’d accept what he offered.
William gripped Ivy’s thigh and skimmed his palm up as Morgan traced her fingers down his chest, outlining the feather tattoo on his arm and running her fingers through his hair, pressing her breasts against his biceps.
“Fuck you!” Ivy bit back, downright resentful, just as he’d hoped.
“Or shall I have her taste you?” His fingers opened Ivy’s folds, and she was shockingly wet.
“Son of a bitch!” Ivy seethed.
Morgan was nuzzling William’s neck, which was annoying him, so he jerked back and held up a hand, silently ordering Morgan to wait.
William reared up and kissed Ivy’s mouth, licking her lips when she refused to open. Then he prodded a finger inside her pussy, and she gasped, so he delved his tongue inside and ground his cock against her.
Ivy attempted to bite his lip, but he pulled back and nipped her jawline up to her ear. “You may choose.” His fingers worked her wet sheath. “Either tell me who the man was that you were talking to, Ivy, or I’ll whip you. As I told you before, I’ll always give you choices.”
She gasped but arched a brow in challenge. Ivy was strong under these circumstances, and William had been aching to tie her up and spank her since they’d met. But he was getting sidetracked. As usual, he was riled up after a fight, and it was even worse this time. He was battling between punishing her, fucking her, and staying focused to get information from her. She awakened the strongest longings in him.
“Morgan, go,” William suddenly said.
“That was it?” Morgan questioned disappointedly.
“No. Come back with a male companion,” he stated, and Ivy’s brows creased in confusion and alarm.
William rounded the cross and grabbed the flogger that hung there before returning to face Ivy.
“God, Ivy, I’ve been wanting to do this to you for so long.” His tone betrayed his yearning.
Ivy’s nipples were hard through the fabric of her dress, her chest heaving.
William raised the flogger and took hold of the tails. Then he lowered his arm and hit her pussy.
“Hmmm,” she moaned in pleasure and pain.
William raised his eyebrows. She was loving the feel. He lowered his arm again, this time with more speed. And one more time, until she was writhing in her restraints. He stopped, and she looked at him. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was blinking repeatedly, as if she was straining to see. Something cracked inside William, but anger still prevailed. He had a mess to contain.
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