Fatal Knockout (Knockout Series Book 1)

by Bailes, Julie

  Finally, the music’s over and I can go back to shower and wait for Dean to hand over my money. He lets us keep everything we earn. The members pay more than enough in fees to keep this place up and running, not to mention Dean’s mansion and Ferrari. Some of the girls are in college and Dean wants to help them pay their tuition without taking out student loans, but most are like me, working with what we have while we have it. Our bodies won’t always be this glorious, firm, and tight. No. One day, our asses will sag and our tits will drag the floor. Honestly, I can’t understand why anyone would want to pay thousands of dollars for someone to have control over what they do, when to do it, and how it should be done? Fuck that, I don’t do well with authority. Plus, I’ve earned enough money over the last four years. It’ll last me the rest of my life. I’ve made more than most people will make working their entire life, even those who possess a fancy-ass college degree.

  When I finish washing away the glitter and sweat from my body, I dry off and toss the soiled towels into the hamper. Completely naked, I exit the shower room and make my way toward my closet. Before I make it half way across the room, Dean wraps his arms around me from behind. “Piper, there’s someone I want you to meet.” His breath grazes the side of my neck as he speaks, giving me unwanted goose bumps. Unlatching his hands from my waist, he takes me by the hand and leads us into his office.

  As I enter inside, my eyes fix on smoldering shades of green. He acknowledges my presence with a wink and cocky grin. Quickly, he breaks our gaze, and warmth flows through my veins as he begins to explore every naked curve. His eyes are a torch, scorching every inch of exposed skin they wander. The click of a closing door startles me, and I couldn’t be more thankful. I’m a millisecond away from passing out from lack of oxygen and heat exhaustion, thanks to this carnal piece of man fucking me with his eyes.

  Dean makes his way to my side and drapes his arm over my shoulders. “Piper, meet Ryder, my brother and COO of Delectable Desires. Ryder, meet my favorite girl, Piper,” he introduces, placing a kiss on top of my head.

  Ryder, huh? His name is perfect for what I want to do to him… ride him, hard and long. I extend my hand to Ryder, but he doesn’t accept. He lets out a soft chuckle and walks around from behind Dean’s expensive, mahogany desk to position himself behind me. Turning around to face him, I watch his eyes follow droplets of water that drip from my hair and roll over the curve of my breast.

  “It’s rude to deny a polite gesture. When someone extends their hand to you in greeting, you’re supposed to accept,” I say, bringing his attention from my body to my face.

  With his strong arms crossed over his chest, he stares into my needy blues, cocks his head, and asks, “Rude?” I nod in confirmation. Dropping his arms, he takes a step forward and closes the space between us. He’s a head taller than I am, his chest level with my eyes. Placing his fingers under my chin, he tilts my head back. “You know what’s rude, Piper?” I open my mouth to respond, but he uses his thumb to press into my lips, shushing me. He bends down and brings his lips to mine. “It was a rhetorical question, mi querida.”

  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! As if his olive skin, dark silky hair, muscles, and blazing green eyes aren’t enough to classify him hazardous, he speaks Spanish, too. Now, he just moved from dangerous to deadly. He’s the type of man, who once you’ve met, there’s no forgetting him. Guys like him become addictive, cloud your memory, and make you incapable of making your own decisions. I’ve been there, done that, and I’m not doing it again.

  “Rude is grinding your sweet, wet pussy along a stranger’s face, getting him hard in a room full of men, and then presenting your hand to him in formal greeting. I deserve something more personal than a fucking handshake,” he seethes.

  Oh, he wants personal? I got his motherfucking ‘personal’. Before I’m able to make a move, Dean chuckles and slaps Ryder’s shoulder. “I’m going to head out. Beast and I will lock up the lobby, but the two of you be sure to lock up back here,” Dean instructs. Before he exits his office, he turns and says, “Ryder, you’ll walk her to her car, yeah?”

  With his eyes locked with mine, Ryder nods. “Yeah, bro. No worries. I’ll take good care of her,” he smirks. For some reason I have a feeling his words aren’t just a response to his brother. No, they’re a promise of payback.

  “Piper, don’t go too hard on him,” Dean throws over his shoulder with a wink. When Dean is out of sight, Ryder goes over and shuts the door, locking it behind him. When he turns to walk back to me, I rush over and push him back against the door.

  “Something more personal, you say?” Taking my fingers to the collar of his shirt, I begin to undo the buttons. When I unbutton the last button, I spread open his shirt and kiss up the middle of his chest and neck, stopping at his mouth. I don’t kiss him. I don’t even make contact, just close enough to tempt him with the warmth of my breath as I speak. Taking a step back, I drag my nails over the bumps in his stomach, continuing south until my hand rests on his hard length that’s protruding through his pants and fighting for freedom. Sucking his bottom lip between my teeth, I massage his hard dick. When he closes his eyes and tosses his head back, I undo his pants and slip my hand inside his briefs to tease his throbbing flesh.

  Wrapping my hand around his thickness, I bite down on his bottom lip and a deep growl rumbles in the back of his throat. Using the tip of my thumb, I swirl the warm liquid leaking from his swollen head and remove my hand. Then, I place my thumb into my mouth and suck, enjoying the taste of his arousal. Leaning into him, I stand on my tiptoes and place my mouth next to his ear. “Is that personal enough, boss?” I whisper.

  Suddenly, his hands are at the back of my head. Roughly, he pulls down on my hair and spins me around. With his front pressed into my back, he pins me against the door. He pulls one of my arms behind my back and the other above my head, pressing my wrist into the wall. Instinctively, I lift my ass in search of his cock. When I feel what I’m looking for, I push my ass out and grind against him, and he slams his hard-as-steel dick against me. Involuntarily, I moan.

  “You like what you feel, Piper? You like feeling my response to you?” he asks, his voice low and seductive. With the side of my face resting against the wall, I nod. He presses deeper into me and brings his teeth to the side of my neck, nipping and sucking, causing the heat between my legs to rise to combustible levels.

  My legs are weak, and my brain is turning to liquid Jello. What the hell, Piper? Pull it together. Shaking my head to rid the unfamiliar feelings, l use all my strength and fight to escape his hold. It’s useless. He bites my neck, hard. What should’ve been a scream, escapes as a needy whimper. “You like that? You enjoy pain, belleza?” There he goes, controlling my mind with his words. I don’t answer him. It’s obvious I enjoy the pain. Ryder pulls his hips back and rams into me once more, making me ravenous for more. “You hear me now, preciosa. You will not tease me and get my dick hard in front of a group of men, ever again. Understood?”

  “Actually, no. I don’t understand. You see, boss, I don’t take orders from anyone. I’m sorry, but if all it took to get your dick stiff was a whiff of pussy, clearly, you need to get laid more often,” I spit, frustrated by the way he’s affecting me.

  Keeping me pinned against the door, he lets out a deep chuckle. “Oh, you have a lot to learn… and you will learn, amor. This,” he says, thrusting his hardness against me even harder, “will not happen again, not without consequences.” If it weren’t for the rough material of his slacks containing his cock, he would be balls deep inside my ass. Releasing my arms, he spins me around to face him. He captures my face between his strong, large hands, and kisses me greedily. Breaking our kiss, he outlines my lips with his thumb. “Now, get your sexy ass dressed so I can see you to your car,” he orders.

  Consequences? He doesn’t intimidate me. I don’t know who Ryder thinks I am, but I’m not easily frightened, and I refuse to be threatened by him. I may have a pussy, but I won’t be treated
like one. For now, I follow his order to get dressed. Not because he wants me to, but I’ll do it because it’s almost four in the morning and I need to douse the raging fire blazing within.

  Two

  Ryder

  It’s five-thirty in the morning when I pull into my garage. Unlocking and opening the door to my home, I go inside and rush upstairs into my bedroom. Wincing, I rummage through unpacked boxes. My dick is towering. My balls are tight and I’m about to do something I haven’t done in a long time. Finally, I find what I’m looking for and head into the bathroom to turn on the shower. Ridding my clothes, I submerge myself into the warm water and pour silky lube into the palm of my hand. Wrapping my hand around my erection, I begin to stroke, grimacing when I slide my hand down to my base of my cock and make contact with my throbbing sac.

  What thirty-four year old man jerks off? Fucking losers, that’s who. The smell of Piper’s delicious fucking pussy has overtaken my senses, and flashbacks of her beautiful tits bouncing as she crawled to me cloud my vision. Thoroughly pissed off, my strokes intensify. Bracing myself against the wall with one hand, my body stiffens, and cum shoots out of my cock like a rocket. As the warmth of my own release coats my hands, all memories of Piper fade. I begin to see red, livid with myself for stooping so low. What am I, sixteen? Jerking off in the shower, envisaging her fuck-worthy breasts bouncing as I pound her from behind? Right now, I don’t deserve the balls between my legs. Shit will not happen again. I guarantee that. Tempt me again and I’ll have her smart-ass pressed against a wall, screaming my name while I fuck her into oblivion.

  Dean warned me about Piper, advised me to stay away. He says she’s a hell-on-heels heartbreaker, who can’t be tamed, and she’s off limits because our dickhead accountant, Sailor, has staked claim over her. He should know better than anyone that I’m addicted to forbidden territory. Tell me I can’t, and I will. See it, lure it and dominate it. That’s what I do. Piper, well, I’ve accomplished two of three. She’s feisty and strong-willed. Dominating her may be difficult but it will be done.

  Drying off, I decide to let my jewels air-dry. Even though I gave them release, they still ache. After brushing my teeth, I go out into my room and see the sun’s beginning to rise. I pick up the thick, black woolen throw lying on my floor, and hang it over the window to block the sun’s rays. Placing my phone on its charger, I climb into bed and fade into an erotic darkness.

  With her arms bound above her head, and her legs thrown over my shoulder, my balls slap against her ass as I plunge into her welcoming heat. Her satisfied moans and bouncing tits are enough to send my cum shooting deep inside her, but I won’t give into my climax. Pulling my desire coated dick from her tight pussy, I flip her over and make her balance herself on her knees. “Lift your ass into the air,” I command. Without dispute, she follows my instructions.

  “Like that?” Rearing my hand back, my hand licks her ass with a fiery sting.

  “Like that,” I whisper, using my tongue to trace the red outline of the handprint I left behind.

  “More,” she whimpers.

  “More what, mi querida?”

  She pushes her glowing rump back, silently asking for another blistering strike. I’ll give it to her, but not unless she asks. Ignoring her wish, I pull back and observe her. Just fucking perfect. Pain is her pleasure. Her folds glisten with want. Dipping down, I lap up her juices. She tastes like fucking heaven: warm, sweet, and refreshing.

  Reaching over Piper, I untie the scarf binding her to my rails. “Roll over on your side.” When she turns to look at me, a mischievous smile forms on her lips. Taking me by surprise, she reaches behind my head, runs her fingers through my hair, and then tugs it tightly.

  “I don’t think so,” she winks. Before I have a chance to comprehend what’s happening, she pulls me down to the mattress by my hair, and pins me to the bed by straddling me. Releasing my hair, she reaches between her legs, steadies my erect shaft, and lowers her aroused pussy down my length.

  Her voluptuous tits rise when she uses both her hands to lift her damp locks. Leaving her hands behind her head, she takes her time riding me. My eyes remain glued to her taut nipples. My tongue twitches, eager to bite, lick, and suck them. Leaning up, I open my mouth to capture one into my mouth. Before the tip of my tongue grazes her nipple, she shoves my shoulder and pushes me down onto my back. “You only touch me when I say you can. Do it again, and you’ll have consequences of your own to deal with,” she warns. Hell no, this isn’t happening. I’m her Dom. I call the shots. I should be flipping her over and taking back my authority, but I’m not. As much as I hate to admit it, Piper going all dominatrix on me has my dick dancing.

  Digging her nails into my shoulders, she increases her rhythm. She works my dick like her own personal stripper pole; sliding up and down my girth, twisting her hips as she does it… driving me wild. With her eyes on mine, she lifts her breast to her mouth. Then, she lowers her lips and sucks her nipple. When she pulls her mouth away, she bares her teeth and drags them along her erect bud. My climax is building, causing my abs to contract as it slowly ripples through my entire body.

  Music blares from my phone, waking and preventing me from another encounter with Palmela and her five sisters. Curious as to who’s calling me this early, I reach for my cell a second too late. Swiping my thumb across the screen, I see it’s not as early as I thought. It’s two in the afternoon. Before I check the caller ID, my phone beeps, notifying me of a new voice mail.

  Calling into my mailbox, the voice I despise most hits my ears; my ex-wife, Cassianna. “Ryder, it’s Cassie, but you already know that,” she giggles. “You know, I miss you like crazy. You won’t answer my calls, or my texts. You’ve proved your point, Ryder. Stop playing hard-to-get and come back home.” She pauses to suck in a breath and makes sucking sounds. “Remember how good I taste? Estoy mojada por ti… so fucking wet. Te necesito, Master,” she whines. She needs me? What a joke.

  After all she’s put me through, she has the audacity to call? I wasted five years of my life treating her like a goddamn queen. Unlike her, I remained faithful the entire time. How does she repay me? By fucking around behind my back. I knew taking her from being my submissive and making her my wife would be a mistake, knowing it would be disastrous. Neither one of us were husband or wife material, but Cassianna let her mother fill her head with religious bullshit. She refused to have sex out of wedlock. Of course, I fucking married her, but under certain circumstances. I wouldn’t become the lovey-dovey husband who showered her in roses and chocolates. No. I would remain her Master, and her, the submissive. Our new status wouldn’t change a thing.

  Our life was great, until two years ago. Cassianna became too needy, begging for emotions I couldn’t provide her. She became clingy, always needing to know my whereabouts, needing me to cuddle and spoon her while she slept. She became rebellious, defying my every command. One night, I’d had enough. I tossed her over my shoulder, carried downstairs to the torture rack, a method of last resort. Using rope, I wrapped it around her wrists and hung her hands over her head. I took five grabbling hooks and placed them around her inner thighs and stomach too, immobilizing her. If she moved while I whipped her, the hooks would puncture her flesh and bring her more pain. Three lashes in, she screamed the safe word. She might as well have sliced my dick off. I’ve never felt so betrayed in my life, that is, until Cadence was born. That night, I packed my bags while she lay sleeping.

  When I came back for my last suitcase, Cassianna stood at the door with tears streaming down her face. “That’s it? You’re just going to leave. No goodbye or anything?” she asked.

  Verbally, no. I left her a lengthy letter by the coffee cup, along with keys to our home. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be who you want me to be. I can’t give you what you want. I’ll never be the man you’re looking for, Cassianna.” She dropped to her knees and hung her head. “You can’t go, Ryder… not now,” she choked.

  “Why not, Cassie? Give me a
reason why I should stay.”

  “I love you,” she cried.

  “You don’t love me, mi amor. You love the thought of who you hope I’ll turn into.” I helped her off the floor, placed a kiss to her cheek, and then picked my suitcase up and opened the door.

  “Wait,” she called. “Estoy embarazada.” At that moment, my entire world changed. Cassie was pregnant, and I was going to be a father. Change was inevitable. It was then that I decided I would try to be the man Cassianna and our baby needed.

  For the next thirty-eight weeks, I stayed by her side. I battled to keep my inner dom concealed. When I wanted to discipline Cassie, I kissed her instead. Instead of fucking until she passed out from the strength of orgasms I gave her, I made sweet love to her. When she had her crazy cravings in the middle of the night or early hours of the morning, I went out to get whatever her heart desired. When she complained of backache or swollen feet, I massaged her. I became the man she had always dreamt of. Even though I wasn’t happy, it didn’t matter. All I cared about was Cassianna’s and Cadence’s wellbeing. Nothing else mattered.

  Cassie was in labor for fifteen hours, and I held her hand and talked her through her pain the entire time. When Cadence made his appearance, I was on cloud nine. He had a headful of black hair, and the cutest little cry. Unfortunately, when nurses placed him into my arms, I didn’t experience an immediate bond. At first, I thought there something wrong with me. I thought it was just my nerves, a new adjustment. Or maybe I was going to be shit for a father, just as I was a husband. For days, I spent every available moment holding Cadence, trying to find some spark of connection. I studied his features, but didn’t see any of me in him. I brushed it off, thinking most babies don’t look exactly like one parent. It wasn’t until the day we were discharged that the truth came out.

  Over time, Cadence’s complexion went from pale white, to tan, to completely brown. Cassianna and I are both mixed with Puerto Rican and Caucasian. There was no way in hell Cadence should have had a dark complexion. Behind Cassies’s back, I asked the doctors for a paternity test. Since Cassie and I were married, and I signed the birth certificate, I didn’t need her approval or signature to have the test.