Chapter 111 Personal S*xual puppet (5)

Chapter 111 Personal S*xual puppet (5)

I was born to be wild and untamed, but somehow Quinn had turned me into his personal sexual puppet.

The only way to turn the tables was to hurt him severely enough in the octagon to make him cry. I had to teach him a lesson about who was in control.

He was across from me and word had spread with Chester feeding their adrenaline induced hunger for blood. He was betting the farm on me. I wasn’t about to let him down.

They gave us the green light and I went into a trancelike state. I blocked everything out and watched for that telltale sign of weakness in his arsenal.

I circled my prey, licking my lips and suddenly, I was lured in by the flex of a certain muscle between his legs.

I was staring at the prominent region of his anatomy. I didn’t see his elbow make contact with my head. It was a jarring impact. I was unsteady on my feet startled by how easily he had drawn me into his gravity.

I stumbled backward trying to find my equilibrium.

“I can tell you can’t stop thinking about it. You want my cock inside of you. It doesn’t matter what hole. The shame of wanting something you shouldn’t is taking you out of the fight.” I tried to show some defense by blocking several different blows, but the damage had already been done.

My confidence was shattered. I looked around at those in attendance and I knew I was going to let them down.

It was ingrained in me like one of those intricate tattoos on my body. He had me on the ground in a compromising position. I tried to wrestle free of his grasp, but it was in vain.

“I won’t let you do this to me in front of all of these people.” I had worked too hard to garner their respect to have all of my hard work be for nothing.

“You’re not letting me do anything. I’m taking what I want and going through you is merely a means to an end.” It felt like my shoulder was going to come out of its socket and I was dangerously close to tapping out for the first time in my life.

I knew in the back of my mind someone better was going to come along, but I still didn’t think he matched me in speed and technique. He had performed a debilitating psychological attack before the fight had even begun.

Thinking about him and what kind of pleasure could be had from his cock was making my concentration something of a memory.

I fought hard enough to give him the realization I wasn’t going to go down without swinging with my best shot. I went hysterical, screaming like a banshee and this dropped his guard for a split second.

I was able to level a swinging fist to his temple and followed it up with a knee to his stomach.

It was like hitting concrete. He smiled and his nonchalant attitude was infuriating me further.

“You have no idea what you have done by poking the bear. I might not be at 100%, but I’m more than a match for you in any capacity.” It was false bravado and I could only hope he couldn’t see through the ruse.

“I like how you rally against the inevitable. I live on the edge of the seat of my pants. I came here because I heard I would find competition. I don’t know where this competition is, but it’s not with you. I could easily finish this with the snap of my fingers. I’m having way too much fun playing with my food.”

He was very good at verbal sparring and knew exactly what to say to defeat me before laying a hand on me. It was all part of the game.

He knocked me off my feet with a straight kick. I lost my breath and he soon had me in a chokehold.

I tried to find a way to counteract his move, but he never let me get out of the gate. I didn’t tap out, but unfortunately, I did pass out from lack of oxygen.

I woke up clutching a piece of paper with the room number of his hotel room written in bold indelible red ink.

“Don’t feel so bad and he has a reputation for beating an opponent before he even steps into the octagon with them. It’s a good thing I put all of my money on him. He was rather convincing, but I would hope you would want a rematch.” I couldn’t even think about going another few rounds with him, unless of course it was behind closed doors.

“I can’t say I’m pleased with the results. It looks like your instincts about him were correct.” I knew Quinn was exactly the type of guy to give me what I was craving the most.

It was morally debilitating, but I would find a way to dust myself off and come back to fight another day.

Most people were understandably a little shocked by the outcome. They gave me their condolences and told me I fought like a lion. It was cold comfort.

I wouldn’t have guessed in a million years I would’ve been on the receiving end of defeat inside the octagon.

There was no sign of Quinn and somehow he had exited the building without being detected. I knew where to find him, but I had to figure out if this was really what I wanted.

I took a long walk, nursing my wounds and my bruised pride with the feel of his tongue inside of me making my feet walk in a certain direction.

The building was a nondescript brick façade and it certainly wasn’t up to a four- star standard. He was inside waiting for my arrival.

I was dead set on getting a bit of revenge by denying him the one thing he wanted the most.

I circled the block a few times with my hands in my pockets. His impatience was only going to make him more determined than ever to get me on my back with my legs in the air.

It was the unknown that kept me from walking away.

The man behind the counter didn’t even blink when I walked through the door and made my way up to the third floor. I was trying to work out my issues concerning the fact I had found a man willing to take a stance against me.

Sexually, my body was his to explore at will, but the octagon was supposed to be my house. He was a trespasser.

I walked down the hall until I had my hand on the peeling paint of the door separating me from Quinn. My heart was beating faster than normal. I knew what he wanted and I was willing to do anything he asked.

I knocked on the door and there was no answer. I was about to turn around and leave, but I couldn’t.

This sense of foreboding was in the air and there was this sexual tension thick enough to choke me. I turned the knob and found it open. I went inside and leaned against the door with my eyes closed.