The Cocky Cage Fighter Six Book Box Set

by Lane Hart

  “Unfortunately, at the moment I don’t exactly have any expendable income for that sort of unnecessary silliness,” I tell her.

  “You could ask him. Maybe he already has a stash of goodies he likes to play with. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to tie you up or try out some role play-"

  “Role playing! That's it," I tell her, as I head to Mandy’s empty bedroom, since she's unfortunately out with James or one of her crackhead friends. “I've got an idea, one that will make him forget all about what he watched Eve do in a porno. He's about to get the real, hands-on experience.”

  …

  Linc

  I check my phone between kickin’ Senn’s ass in the cage and liftin’ weights. When I see a text from Claire, I immediately know there’s a goofy smile plastered across my face.

  Do you by chance have a desk in your house?

  Um, okay. Sort of random, but I reply that I have an office with a desk here at Havoc. I barely blink before I get her response.

  See you there in a few.

  Hell yes. I may have just seen her this mornin’, but I’ll never pass up the opportunity to see her mid-day and then again tonight. Claire is...perfect, and I can't get enough of her. It sucks that I'm back to trainin’ and she works all the time, because I could easily spend every second of my day just hangin’ out with her. And occasionally fuckin’ her, because that shit is too damn good to resist. Knowin’ she'll be here soon, I head to the shower since I’m disgustin’ and drenched with sweat, then put on jeans and a green polo in case Claire wants to go grab some lunch.

  Jude flags me down when I walk back through the main floor of the gym. “Yo, um, Zelda. Your lady friend came in a few minutes ago and is in your office. I didn’t think you’d mind letting her hang out in there to wait for you,” he says with a grin.

  “Definitely not,” I tell him, goin’ straight to the closed door. Otherwise all the fuckers in this place would’ve been breakin’ their necks trying to get a glimpse of her or talk shit to her. “Hey, sorry you had to wait, I was in the shower-” I pause mid-sentence when she stands up from the visitor chair. “Holy fuck.”

  I shut the door with my back still braced against it.

  “Hi, Mr. Abrams,” Claire says softly, hesitantly, from underneath her long lashes. Her submissive demeanor and hands clasped innocently behind her back are perfect for the outfit she’s wearin’ – a short, so short it's indecent short, red and black plaid skirt with a thin, white dress shirt, tied between her breasts to show off her sexy bare midriff. In fact, the entire outfit, down to the black, knee high hose and platform shoes, is the same identical one from Eve's movie, Bend Over, Bad Girl. The one with the naughty school girl scene that I told Claire was my favorite the night we met and I thought she was Eve.

  God, how many times have I watched that damn video imaginin’ how amazin’ it would be to actually get to play the part of her inappropriate principal, spanking her and fuckin’ her brains out in that slutty little costume. Now Claire's standin’ here, ready to make that fantasy a reality for me with her, shy and so damn innocent Claire. Bein’ with her instead of her sister is even better since, based on what her asshole manager and Claire told me, I'm willin’ to bet Mandy would fuck anyone for the right price.

  Is this Claire’s way of tryin’ to replace those nice but untouchable erotic memories I have of seein’ Eve on the screen? Gettin’ to actively participate in makin’ new, real memories with her will be a million times better. I hate that she would ever think that I’m only with her because she happened to be the one at the club that night. It's so much more than that. She’s the only woman I want to be with, and I feel so damn bad for her because that night she went way out of her comfort zone to please me and to earn money to bail her sister out of trouble. The girl is incredibly selfless, and I'm so gonna have to figure out how to repay her for this unexpected but incredibly sexy little surprise. Just as soon as I fuck her on my desk.

  One thing I know for sure, I don't want any of the other bastards here at the gym to see her in this getup. This outfit is for me and only me, dammit. Did Jude see her lookin’ like every man’s wet dream when she came in? I don't like that thought one bit, even if he has a girlfriend who he's crazy about. But then I notice what looks like a long, black coat thrown over the other visitor chair and I’m finally able to relax. The beast starts to calm from his protective outburst. That last naggin’ worry eradicated, now it's time to let the games begin!

  “Good afternoon, Miss Reed. What brings you to my office?” I ask, playin’ along and not yet movin’ away from where my back’s braced against the door. If I do…hell, it'll all be over within seconds after I attack her, and that would be a goddamn shame. I want to see how far she'll go playin’ up her role as the innocent student.

  “My teacher, Mrs. Moore, sent me down to see you," she says, tuggin’ on her short skirt and drawin’ my eyes to her smooth upper thighs. "Please, Mr. Abrams, don't give me detention again. I promise I'll stop talkin’ back to her and using swear words. It won't happen again, sir.”

  Oh, hell is she good at this. Her sweet soft-spoken plea even has me considerin’ lettin’ her fake behavior off with a warnin’. Fuck that. She is so gettin’ punished. The Cock Ness Monster swells against my zipper in approval. I'm almost certain Claire has never seen her sister's movies, but she's leadin’ us exactly how I want this to go down.

  "Oh no. There won't be any detention for you this time around,” I tell her, continuin’ to spin things to go along with the porno.

  I don't know why Claire could ever think her sister holds a candle to her. Now that I know the difference, Claire is so much hotter than Mandy in every way possible, especially in this outfit, gettin’ me so damn turned on. “I've got a better idea for teachin’ you exactly what happens to bad girls with dirty mouths." I reach behind me and make a show of lockin’ the door. Once that's taken care of, I finally head for her, stalkin’ her as she stands stock still in front of my desk. "And you're not gonna leave this office until I'm sure you've learned your lesson."

  When I end up behind her, I rub both of my palms along the backs of her thighs. "Now bend over my desk, Miss Reed." Claire gasps dramatically and looks at me over her shoulder. "Now," I say with a quick smack to her ass to get her movin’. She finally turns around slowly and plants both palms on the middle of the wooden surface, the papers on it be damned.

  "L-like this?" she asks, wigglin’ her ass in the air.

  "Just like that," I reply, swallowin’ a groan.

  Pushin’ the visitor chair out of the way I stand behind her, flip her skirt up on her back out of the way and smooth my palm up her leg and over her ass cheek, raisin’ goosebumps. When I reach the waistline of her white, cotton panties, I dip a finger inside and run it across the line of elastic before tuggin’ them down her thighs, exposin’ her to me.

  "Please...please don't spank me," she says with a nod of her head to the plastic ruler on my desk that I hadn't even noticed in all the excitement. Fuckin’ hell, the girl even brought props.

  I grab the instrument and slap it against my other palm a few times. "No more talkin’, Miss Reed," I warn her.

  "But, sir-" she starts, before I lightly bring the ruler down across both cheeks. "Ah!"

  "Quiet," I tease her, swattin’ at her sexy round behind again, this time a little harder than before. "Spread your legs," I order. "Wider." I swat her three times until her thighs are spread like I want them. For the next lick, I lower the ruler between her legs and slap it up against the length of her pussy lips.

  "Uh!" she moans.

  "You like the way that feels, Miss Reed?" I ask, poppin’ her with the ruler several quick times in a row until I can hear her pantin’ and her hips start to rock. I leave it pressed against her and she grinds herself down on it. When I pull it away, the evidence of her arousal can be seen on the ruler. "Oh, Miss Reed, you are soakin’ wet between your legs. Do you want me to find somethin’ else to rub you with down there?"


  "Yes," she says barely above a whisper.

  I bend over her, pressin’ my chest to her back, my hard cock diggin’ into her ass through my pants and ask against her ear, "Do you have a boyfriend, Miss Reed?"

  "N-no, sir," she stammers.

  "So no one's ever touched you...here?" I slip my hand underneath her from behind and cup her pussy.

  She gasps again. "No."

  No longer able to resist, I skim the tip of my index finger over her clit before plungin’ it inside of her wet heat. "What about...here?" I ask.

  "N-no."

  "How does that feel?"

  "Good. More. Please more," she responds, and I'm certain her panting is not an act when she starts swivelin’ her hips, tryin’ to make my fingers stroke her like she needs.

  "Greedy girl. Don't worry. I'll give you more. I'll give you as much as you can take," I tell her, withdrawin’ my finger to add another.

  “Huuh! Ah!” With the force of my two finger penetration and thumb pressin’ against her tight puckered back door, she throws her head back and moans, goin’ up on the toes of her heels. Movin’ her hair to the side with my free hand, I suck on her neck hard enough to mark her while I finger fuck her until she comes.

  "Huuh yes! Mr. Abrams! Don't stop!" I can’t hold back my groan at her cries of pleasure, or the way she keeps the game goin’ usin’ “mister” when she clenches around my fingers.

  "I'm not done with you yet, naughty girl." I pick her and spin her around before sittin’ her on the edge of the desk. "Show me your tight, drippin’ wet pussy." She slowly opens her thighs hesitantly. I fold the short skirt back and greedily push her legs open wider with both hands. "Did it feel good when I touched you here?" I ask, rubbin’ a finger through her dampness.

  "Yes." She squirms and nods enthusiastically.

  "After I fuck you with my tongue to get you good and ready for me, I'm gonna fill your tight little pussy with my big cock, over and over again."

  I drop to my knees, and with the first flick of my tongue inside her, her back arches. “Yes! Uh! Uhh!" She screams, not the least bit fake, and apparently forgets that there are about twenty or so guys wanderin’ around just on the other side of the door.

  "Shh, Miss Reed. We can't let anyone know what we're doin’ in here," I whisper to her, lookin’ up from between her thighs with a wide grin I can't seem to shake. As soon as my tongue touches her flesh again, she gets louder until her body shakes with another orgasm.

  Unable to wait a second longer, I get to my feet in front of her between those drippin’ wet, spread thighs that she wraps around my waist. Claire looks down and watches as I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, linin’ it up before I shove it into her. She falls back on her elbows, cryin’ out so loud I slap my palm over her mouth. “That mouth of yours is gonna get us in trouble, Miss Reed,” I tease her. “I’m gonna have to find somethin’ to put in it to keep you quiet.” Without a condom, I know exactly how I want this little role playin’ game to end - just like it does in the movie. But I'm not ready for the grand finale yet. I need to get my hands and mouth on her titties that are strainin’ against her see- through dress shirt.

  I tug down on the open-collar shirt, no bra underneath, to expose her bare breasts. Leanin’ over her, I take turns lickin’ and suckin’ on both of her nipples with my cock still inside her. I’m tryin’ to give her time to adjust to my size, but my hips are beggin’ me to let them start movin’ inside her snug heat. "Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so. Fuckin’. Tight. I can't get deep enough," I tell her. "Relax, so I can shove the rest of my cock in. You haven't taken half of it yet."

  Eyes remainin’ closed, Claire moans and lifts her hips in invitation, so I pull back all the way and thrust forward. "That's it. Just a little more." I drive into her again, until I’m unable to go any farther.

  “Oh God! Oh God!” she cries out at the same time her pussy clamps down around my cock. “So good.”

  “Now hold on tight, baby, I’m just gettin’ started,” I tell her, movin’ her hands up to the edge of the desk above her head so that she’s grippin’ it. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll never forget the feelin’ of my cock."

  I grab both of her ass cheeks and lift them for the angle I need to go as deep as possible. Then I start poundin’ my cock into her, so fervently that the heavy, wooden desk jumps across the floor.

  "Uh God, Linc," Claire cries out, archin’ her back and breakin’ character when I feel her legs start to tremble. "I'm gonna…huuh!"

  "Fuckkk," I groan at the exquisite sensation of her coming on my cock. "You naughty girl. You're tryin’ your best to make me come inside you."

  When her moans get louder, I cover her mouth with mine as she bucks and writhes underneath me through her release. After the last of her tremors, I pull my cock out and grab her by her arms to lift her until she's standin’. With her feet touchin’ the ground, I push her down to her wobbly knees in front of me.

  "You ever put those pouty lips around a cock before, Miss Reed?" I ask with a smile, strokin’ my length that’s drenched with her arousal with one hand and grippin’ the back of her hair with the other.

  She shakes her head, playin’ along. "N-no, sir." I about come right there when she licks her lips.

  "All you have to do is open wide and suck me hard. But I'm not gonna go easy fuckin’ your mouth just because it's your first time.” I pull her forward so she takes more than half of my Cock Ness Monster on the first thrust. I withdraw, and then start pumpin’ my hips into her mouth over and over, becomin’ frantic as I chase the building release. She moans around her mouthful with each of my strokes and I can’t last much longer. "Suck me harder, baby. Harder! Fuck yes!" I shout, and then possibly even lose time as the pleasurable rush fills my veins while my cum fills her mouth. With the last pulse from my cock, I’m left happily sated and my body is completely relaxed. When I look down, Claire’s watchin’ me with a smile before her tongue runs along my half hard cock like it's a lollipop.

  “Jesus, Claire.” I yank her to her feet and cover her mouth with mine. "That was really fuckin’ fun," I tell her when I pull back so we can both try and catch our breath.

  A lazy, satisfied smile stretches across her beautiful face. "So you like role playing, huh?" she asks.

  "God yes. Thank you."

  "You're welcome," she replies with one last quick kiss before we both get redressed.

  “That outfit is…goddamn," I tell her, watchin’ as she unfortunately covers up her breasts again.

  "Um, yeah," Claire says. "It's Mandy's." Her words are spoken absently; but after she says them, she looks up at me for my reaction.

  "The movies are gone," I assure her. "Backyard bonfire. And you just gave me one of the most erotic fucks of my life. Every naughty fantasy I have is about you now. What we've done, what I want us to do." I pull her into my arms just to feel her curvy body against mine again. "No one else, okay?"

  She nods and gives me a shy smile before she says, "I better go or I'm gonna be late for work."

  Reluctantly, I let her go, and barely refrain from tellin’ her she doesn’t have to work the shitty, long hour, low wage waitress job. That I want to take care of her, so she can do any fuckin’ thing she wants. I figure that’s all too soon, and she wouldn’t let me anyway.

  After her coat is buttoned all the way down to conceal the sexiness underneath, she's ready to leave.

  "I'll walk you out," I tell her, unlockin’ the door and reachin’ for her hand. I intertwine her fingers with mine as I lead the way to the front. I'm expectin’ all of the eyes of every guy in the place to gawk at us, probably guessin’ right away what we've been doin’, if they didn't actually get confirmation from the sounds. I’m just not expectin’ the weight of the sad, puppy dog brown eyes from my past.

  Fuck.

  Abby's standin’ with her back to the front counter, talkin’ to Senn. When she glances over and sees us, her face falls. I feel bad that she's seein’ me with Claire, but I never
said or did anything to make her think the two of us could get back together. I'm pretty sure that's what she wanted, but I was nowhere near that line of thinkin’.

  Since there's no way to avoid her in order to get Claire out the front door, I try to figure out how to handle this. And I come up completely fuckin’ blank. Fuckin' hell.

  I look to my best friend, pleadin’ with my eyes for Senn to bail me out of this disaster I'm rapidly approachin’.

  "Well, it was good seeing you again, Abby," he says before smilin’ and walkin’ off. Asshole. Now alone, Abby turns to face me and Claire and says, "Hey." Her skin seems lighter and posture looks deflated. I can't help but wonder if it's because of what's happenin’ or side effects of the chemo she started this week.

  "Hey," I mutter in response, knowin’ there's nothin’ I can do now but introduce the two women. Past meet the future, future meet the past. Past please for the love of God don't fuck with my future. "Abby, this is..." Shit! What do I call her? Of course I think of Claire as my girlfriend, but do I really need to rub that in Abby's face while she's sick? "My friend Claire," I end up sayin’. When Claire scoffs and jerks her hand from mine, I know I've royally fucked up with her, tryin’ to spare Abby's feelings. "Claire, this is my friend Abby." I try to use the same term to repair the damage, but have a feelin’ it may be too late. Now with that out of the way, I look back and forth between the two women as they size each other up, neither offerin’ the other a handshake or even a polite smile. The awkward silent standoff feels like the calm before the storm.

  "If I knew you had plans this afternoon, I wouldn't have stopped by," Claire says, makin’ me wince at her meaning. She drove all the way over here from Durham to let me fuck her on my desk in the best way possible. The smell of sex is still lingerin’ on us, and there's another woman here to see me. I know it must look bad to Claire, and I'm sort of regrettin’ not mentionin’ Abby to her by name before this moment.

  "I didn't have plans. We don't have plans," I tell her. "I'm sure Abby just stopped in to say hello to everyone."