“He’s keeping his guard closed.” Blade Saw gives me a nudge. “That’s good. He’s still in control.”

    Razzor moves to pass, and Jack gets in a butterfly half guard and uses it to elevate Razzor and get up, despite being four minutes on the mat. Once up, he blasts Razzor with straight punches against the cage. He is mesmerizingly powerful, fiercely beautiful. My knees go weak at the thought of those muscles bunching beneath my hands, those hips driving into me, his cock thrusting inside me…

    “He was playing with him,” Torment says. “Pretending he was stuck on the mat.”

    Razzor shoots again, but his aim is off, and he eats more shots from a powerful, ruthless Jack. Muscles straining, abs rippling, Jack pummels Razzor, landing one last straight left hand to the chin before Razzor drops. He follows Razzor down, and the fight is stopped with three seconds left in the round.

    “Jump and scream, Pen.” Torment helps me up on my chair. “That’s why you’re here. Nothing a fighter likes more than to see his girl cheering for him.”

    I jump.

    I scream.

    Jack looks over and smiles.

    Half an hour later, Jack walks out of the changing room and into my arms in the hallway outside the pavilion.

    “You were awesome, except for the four minutes where you toyed with him.” I kiss him lightly. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with your food?”

    “I’m glad no one did.” He pulls me into his chest and deepens the kiss. “I’m in the mood to play right now. Nothing winds me up more than a good fight, especially after I had to go two days without you while I was prepping for the fight.”

    “Here?” I glance around. “Now?”

    He nuzzles my neck and nips so hard I gasp. “Do you want to play, darlin’?”

    “Yes.” A flush of heat sweeps over my skin. “I want to play. But I want to play hard. I don’t want you to hold back. I want to be what you need me to be.”

    “Come.” He leads me down the hallway to a supply closet. I pull the string on the light above us as he closes the door.

    “I promised you pain,” he continues. “And I’m gonna give it to you.”

    For a moment I wonder if I really know what I’ve gotten myself into, but before I can protest, Jack’s lips are on mine, and his hands are pushing down my jeans.

    “Take off your panties.” His eyes take on the gleam I know so well, and I shimmy my jeans and knickers down and step out of them.

    “Spread your legs.”

    Heart thudding, I part my legs. Jack reaches into his duffel bag and pulls out a soft black velvet bag.

    “Have you ever used Ben Wa balls, Pen?” He shows me two bright pink balls attached by a string and covered in what appear to be little rounded plastic spikes.

    I hesitate, look up, and meet his gaze. “No. But the ones I’ve read about or seen are smooth. The spikes look…like they might hurt.”

    “They will, but in a good way.”

    My pussy clenches, and I swallow hard. “Hurt, not harm?”

    “I will never harm you, and I’ll never push you farther than I think you can go. The spikes will make you more sensitive after we remove them.”

    “Okay.” I lick my lips in anticipation.

    “Lift for me. One leg over my shoulder.” He drops to his knees in front of me, and I lean against a shelf, one leg over his shoulder, leaving me exposed and open to him.

    “Very nice.” He slicks a thick finger along my slit. “You’re already soaked. I think you’re going to enjoy your present.” He leans in to me and flicks his tongue over my clit. I moan and tilt my hips, encouraging, but Jack holds me in position and pushes two fingers inside me.

    “Stay still. I need to get you ready.”

    His words seem to have a direct effect on my pussy, and I clench around his finger. “I think you could make me ready just by the things you say.”

    “You like to hear about how I’m going to hurt you?” He drives his fingers deep inside me, taking what he wants but not giving me what I need. “Do you like to hear how it will hurt but it will be good for you because the pleasure I give you after will make up for the pain?”

    “Yes.” I grip his head, my fingers threading through the softness of his hair. “And if you’re going to talk dirty in that sexy accent, then you’d better make me come.”

    His lips quirk in a smile, his steely gaze softening. “This isn’t about what you want.” He reaches for the velvet bag. “It’s about what I want. And right now, what I want is to hear you tell me you are ready to take the pain I’m going to give you.”

    “I’m ready.”

    Jack gently presses one of the balls against my opening, rolling it over my labia. I am relieved that the spiky nodules aren’t sharp, although they are fairly rigid. Still, when he pushes the first ball inside me, I can feel every bump and ridge on my inner walls, and the friction the spikes create makes me tense up inside.

    “I can’t, Jack. Two would be too much.”

    “You can take it.” He frowns, that single shift in expression telling me he’s not backing down. “They’re going in, so you need to relax.” He leans forward and flicks his tongue over my clit, sending a rush of wetness through my pussy. I tilt my hips forward for more, and he pushes the second ball inside.

    “Oh God.” I feel full, overly stretched. The balls must have little weights on them because when Jack lowers my leg to the ground, they shift inside me, kicking my arousal up another notch.

    “How do they feel?” He helps me into my knickers and jeans, and I slide them over my hips.