Submission Specialist: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 2)

by Scott, Ada

  There’s fifty ways I could kill you before you knew you were dead, cunt, I thought.

  “Once I beat Sanchez, I get a shot at Southgate. The title,” I said.

  “What the fuck do I care?” asked Enrico.

  I took a deep breath. “Business.”

  “What?”

  “This is business, right? Well let’s make some fuckin’ money. Sanchez, let’s say that instead of submitting him like usual… I knock him out in the third. I always win by submission, nobody will see that coming, big payout. Then I get my title shot and you back me to win that. The odds are going to be long on that one. Nobody’s beaten him in ten years, but he’s never fought anybody like me.”

  Enrico sat back and tented his fingers in front of himself while he thought about it. “I don’t know, kid. It’s not good business to back somebody to win, you can’t control that the way you can the other way round.”

  “No fee for us on the Sanchez fight. I can fuck him up, no problem.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ross looking at me incredulously. I kept my focus on Enrico though, as did Renato.

  Enrico rubbed his chin and tilted his head from side to side, eyes turned up to the ceiling. “OK, fine. You fight for free. Sanchez gets knocked out cold in the third.”

  He held out his hand and I shook it.

  “Pleasure, as always,” said Enrico. “Let’s get outta here, guys, let the killer get some rest. Big fight comin’ up.”

  Enrico and Renato filed out, Ken stayed behind for a second until they were out of earshot.

  “Hey man, I wanted to give you a congrats on the wedding, she looks like a nice girl.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You wanna do me a favor and not make them tell me to shoot you?”

  “Fuck them, man. Who’s that Renato guy anyway?” I asked.

  “Fuckin’ Picollis. Shit went real bad for them in Port Magnus and now they’re all over the place here. Buncha cocksuckers.”

  “I believe it.”

  “See you around.”

  “Bye.”

  Ken followed the others while Ross gave me the stinkeye until the front door was closed and locked behind them.

  “Great negotiating. I could have done with a new car after this Sanchez fight. Now what?”

  “I’ll double your cut on the Southgate fight, don’t worry,” I said.

  “I see. But first, we need you, a submission specialist, to knock out Ernesto Sanchez, a former kickboxing world champion. Correct?”

  “I’ve got a plan.”

  Chapter 14

  Skylar

  Vegas, baby! I’d never been before and now I was going in style, flying first class with Austin. Apparently not many airlines even had a first class service anymore, that luxurious section I’d walked through on my way to economy on previous flights was actually just business class.

  This was a whole other level of awesome. There were only six areas in the first class cabin, and they literally were areas rather than seats, cordoned off from each other by half-height walls like office cubicles. Only one of the other areas was occupied, by a little old lady that held her hand up to her ear and said “Heh?” any time an air hostess tried to ask her anything.

  Everything looked like it had been designed by the most artistic space-age engineers on the planet. Everywhere you looked there was something that folded up, slid out, twisted around or tilted to change its functionality or maximize space. Instead of cheap plastic and tired fabric, it was all perfectly maintained, with organic curves, sleek lines and seamless joints between different things.

  The late flight was going to arrive in Las Vegas at around four in the morning. As such, we had a kind of light dinner service. The food was amazing and came on actual plates, though the utensils were still plastic.

  Something was up with Austin, though. We’d been married for about a month, and in that time I thought I must have had about as much sex as the average woman has in her lifetime. A couple days ago, basking in some afterglow and pillow-talk, I’d plucked up my courage and asked him for something I’d never dreamed of asking anybody.

  I said, the next time he fucked me, I wanted him to call me a slut, a whore, every name under the sun, and when he did it, I wanted him to fuck me rough. Harder than he ever had before.

  My request was met with a thick silence, but when I dared look up at him, there was no disgust or judgement on his face, just a thoughtful expression… and a twitch under the sheets that turned into a tent-pole. With the kind of relentless assault on my pussy he’d shown me over the past month I half expected him to grant my request right away, as if he’d already been holding himself back.

  But he didn’t. In fact, he did exactly the opposite, and he hadn’t fucked me since. After nineteen years of no sex at all, Austin had rewired my brain since we’d been together and my body craved his attention almost constantly now.

  A couple of days of abstinence, yet having to be around Austin so much, was utter torture for me. No matter what I did, he wouldn’t give it to me. I rubbed myself against him, I grabbed at the bulge in his pants, I begged for it.

  He teased me with his hardness, but that was it. So near and yet so far, he was driving me crazy.

  I never told him why I wanted him to do it, and he never asked. For almost as long as I could remember, my father had been using those words against me. Using them to make me feel small, worthless, bad, evil. Whatever.

  I didn’t want them to hurt anymore, I didn’t want them to mean the same things anymore. I wanted those words back.

  When I thought of those words, I wanted to think of Austin and me. I wanted to think of the two of us making each other feel good. My sexuality wasn’t hurting anybody else, and it shouldn’t have to hurt me.

  It all made sense in my mind, but that didn’t make asking for it any easier. Then having him make me go cold turkey added another layer of difficulty to this whole thing.

  And then, when we were boarding the plane, Austin whispered to me. “Remember this. Your safeword is ‘Kimura’.”

  “Kimura? Safeword?”

  “Shhhh. Yeah. You’re probably going to need it on this flight.”

  From that moment on, I was as wet as the ocean. Every second of exploring first class was a thrill of anticipation. What was he going to do? And when?

  Those questions were answered when the first class air hostess made her final round before letting everybody try to get some sleep. Her check on the little old lady was greeted by light snoring.

  Austin and I converted our seats into a double bed, but he did most of the work because I was too distracted, watching his every move rather than figuring out how to clip everything in place securely. I climbed on the bed and couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip, as Austin pulled something out of one of the side pockets and ripped open the plastic packaging.

  He held it out to me and I took it, unravelling it until I saw it was a sleep mask. I looked at him.

  “Put it on,” he said.

  With a curious smile, I did, and plunged myself into darkness. The mask was first class too, soft and contoured so that I couldn’t see anything around the sides or by my nose. I reached for him, but sensed him stand up and step out into the aisle.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “I’m leaving for a while.”

  “What?”

  “I thought I saw an old buddy boarding, I’m gonna go shoot the shit with him.”

  “What?”

  I reached for the sleep mask and felt Austin grab my wrist.

  “You leave that on until I tell you to take it off. Got it?”

  He put all the willpower he could muster into his voice and when he let go of my wrist, it flopped to the bed as if it recognized his authority above my own. Something told me this had something to do with what he’d told me earlier. Kimura?

  I nodded. “OK.”

  “Good girl.” He stroked my cheek, and then he was gone.

  I trie
d to find a comfortable position for myself, but I had the full-body equivalent of restless leg syndrome. My pussy was tingling with excitement and every breath I took seemed to startle a bunch of butterflies in my tummy.

  What is he going to do?

  The anticipation was killing me, but nothing happened for a few minutes. Then I sensed a presence in the aisle next to the bed. I turned in that direction and felt my lip quivering, though I could still see nothing but blackness.

  I heard the curtains drawn shut, so nobody in the first class cabin could see what was going on, and a moment afterwards the seats-come-bed moved slightly under me as somebody knelt on it. Eyes were on my body, lingering at the curves of my breasts, the hem of my skirt. I could feel them.

  My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was about to speak when an arm wrapped around my head so that their hand covered my mouth while their other arm pulled at my hips, flattening me as their weight pressed down on top of me. I squealed, but the sound was almost completely muffled.

  One of my arms was pinned down by a leg, the other trapped against what used to be the backs of our seats. With all that weight on me, I was completely immobilized.

  I squirmed, but there was no chance of escape. Hot breath puffed out on my neck, and then I heard somebody inhale my scent, perfume, excitement and fear, before that warm air hit me again. A voice whispered in my ear.

  “I saw you in the airport. Saw you get on the plane. I knew straight away I was going to fuck you like the slut you are.”

  Chapter 15

  Skylar

  “I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth. If you scream you’ll regret it.” His other hand grabbed my throat and squeezed it hard enough that the breath I was sucking in through my nose rasped noisily. “Understand?”

  I nodded and the hand on my throat relaxed a bit. A couple seconds later, his palm slipped off my mouth and I panted for air, desperate for oxygen to satisfy my thundering heart.

  “You got anything you need to say to me?” the voice asked.

  If I said Kimura, this would stop, right? The man on top of me had to be Austin. Who else was so big and strong, so used to physical control, that struggling against him was as useless as my efforts had been?

  His voice never went above a whisper, making it impossible for me to positively identify it, but if this wasn’t Austin, and he saw me get on the plane, then he saw Austin too… and he’d have to be the dumbest person in the world to be doing what he was doing. It must have been Austin.

  He was really convincing though. It was scary… the sense of danger was utterly thrilling.

  Smack!

  My cheek stung a little at the attention-grabbing slap and I whimpered quietly.

  “I said, do you have anything you need to say to me?”

  I shook my head no. That hand caressed my face softly for a second and then…

  Smack!

  “That’s right.” His fingertips trailed down my neck and then squeezed each of my breasts in turn, hard. “You might fool everybody else with your innocent fucking face, but not me. I saw this short skirt and these big tits and I knew you were a filthy whore waiting to happen.”

  The weight on top of me lessened for a second and he grabbed one of my arms, then raised it above my head and pinned it there. When he was about to repeat the action on the other side, I took the opportunity to struggle and push against him.

  My assailant quickly regained control of my arm and shuffled forward so the bulk of his weight was on my chest, just under my breasts, and his knees were under my arms, limiting where I could move them. I was under control again.

  “Oh no you don’t. Feisty little fucktoy,” he muttered.

  With both arms pinned above my head, just the way Austin had done on our wedding night, I felt him reaching for something else up there with his other hand. A moment later I felt one of the seatbelts being wrapped around my wrists.

  “Stop!” I whispered as loudly as I could, so as not to wake up the old lady in the other corner of the first class cabin or alert the hostess.

  “No chance. Not until I’ve railed that pretty little face of yours. Not until I’ve unloaded everything I’ve got into your pussy. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll know you’re my tight little cum dumpster.”

  I couldn’t help it, I moaned like the slut I was being called. All these words felt so different being spoken now, instead of coming from somebody who resented my sexuality, they were from somebody who was utterly attracted to me.

  He finished wrapping the seatbelt around my wrists and drew it tight. When I pulled against it, it only became tighter, and I heard a quiet chuckle as he appreciated my struggle.

  With my hands taken out of the equation and my body held down by his weight, his hands were free to explore me intimately at his leisure. His fingers traced down my arms, and then my upper chest, feeling the curves of my breasts as far as my top could allow.

  “Mmmm. Built to be fucked hard.”

  He moved backwards and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, lifting it upwards. Timing his tugs with the movement of my body as I squirmed, he was able to get it up and over my head, careful to hold my sleep mask on as he pulled my top up around my elbows, further restricting me.

  “A push-up bra? I should have known, you attention-seeking slut. You like teasing men, don’t you? You like making them want to fuck you.”

  This was the first push-up bra I’d ever owned, bought yesterday and worn for the first time today. I liked the idea of pressing up against Austin and giving him the best view I could. I bought it for him.

  “No… I’m not like that,” I whispered.

  He unclasped the bra at the front and unveiled my breasts. “Yeah right. You wanted to give me all the bait you could. You want this so. Fucking. Bad.”

  “I don’t! I’m married…”

  My nipples, already hard and tingling, were pinched by rough hands and I gasped in surprised pleasure and pain. He rolled them between finger and thumb as I writhed beneath him.

  “That’s not what these say. That’s not what your body says. Looks to me like you’re open for business.”

  With one last tug, he let go of my nipples, leaving me to cope with the exciting aftermath of his rough handling. The ache of his pinches faded, and the ache for more attention replaced it.

  Over the background rumble of the airplane I heard a zip and, if possible, my nipples hardened even more. A hand sneaked up my skirt and I clamped my thighs together, but it was too late. I was effectively trapping his hand against my panties.

  There was no win in this situation. If I opened my legs, I would just give him easier access to my sex, and if I held firm, then I simply held him exactly where he wanted to be. A spark of heat from my clit jolted me, reminding me that another way of looking at it was that there was no lose in this situation.

  “Soaking wet, you liar,” he said.

  Sure enough, when he rubbed my panties against me, they slid freely and my legs quivered. After a few moments of struggling, the man I couldn’t see managed to slip a finger inside my panties. I felt him inside me, stroking the front wall of my pussy with a come-here motion.

  “Holy shhhhhhhh…” I trailed off, straining against my bonds.

  There was a particular spot he was touching in there that made me feel like a powerful engine on the verge of coming to life with a V8 roar. His finger slipped in and out all the easier the more he stroked me, but it wasn’t long before he pulled out and pushed it into my mouth, gripping my chin to keep his hand steady as I twisted from side to side.

  “Taste that? That’s how much you want this.”

  His finger was slick with my juices and my own arousal dominated my sense of taste. Like the rest of my body, I couldn’t escape this. His finger followed me as far as I could move my head, as I tried to push it out with my tongue, which only made me lap off my sweet nectar.

  When he pulled his finger out, he grabbed a tight fistful of my hair and leaned forward, kissing me roug
hly and sharing in the flavor of my natural lubricants. I whimpered into the kiss, my mouth forced wide open to accept him as he held my head still with that iron grip on my hair.

  His tongue twirled slowly around mine, tempting it into a dance, daring me to resist his power if I could. There was no stopping it, and my tongue moved in time with his, the first steps of a tentative beginner.

  He broke off the kiss and my head followed his for an inch or two. “That’s right, little girl, you can’t help being a whore. Not when you’re so wet and ready. Not when you ache for my cock so much.”

  The throbbing rod of his cock slapped against first one breast and then the other, and I felt the small splatters of pre-cum cooling in the air. He moved forward and dick-slapped me in the face so I felt those cool spots on my cheeks, chin and nose too.

  That cock. It hit with such weight. I knew it well, but under the circumstances it was almost like my first time again. All that mystery and danger. Holy hell, I was so hot!

  “How do you like that? You got any complaints?” he asked.

  If I said “Kimura” now, this sleep mask would come off and I could watch as Austin fucked me…

  “You’ll never get away with this…” I said.

  “I already have.”

  His thick cock pushed at my lips, distorting my facial features for a few seconds before a spark of pleasure between my legs made me gasp. He took his window of opportunity to shove his girth into my mouth. He kept that tight grip on my hair, forcing my head to move in time with this thrusts.

  The bumpy ridge of his cock pushed at my lips every time he pulled back, and I heard him groaning in pleasure above me, a low rumble that seemed to come from deep in his chest. He quickly fell into a rhythm and rivulets of saliva and pre-cum were soon dribbling down my chin.

  Smack!

  The light slap on my cheek caught me by surprise, and I moaned right on the head of his cock.

  “Hell yeah. You suck cock like a pro.”

  The pace of his thrusts sped up, and he started pushing further until the tip of his hard length hit the back of my throat. At first he only brushed up against it, but soon he was pumping his cock in and out hard enough that the squelching sounds must have threatened to wake up the old lady in the opposite corner of the cabin.