Control

Title: Control
Chapter Sixteen
Author: Angelsdee
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Micki and Dom have another confrontation.

Mikaela was in the dojo when he found her. She had a tall mixed drink in her hand and was walking around the equipment trying to figure out which one deserved her wrath. She was so focused on finding her intended victim that she ignored his presence.

She ended up starting with the double-end bag. This particular bag was made of leather and was about the size of a man’s head. It was attached to the floor and ceiling with bungee cords that came out of the top and bottom of the bag. When you punched the bag it would come back at your face with the same amount of force as your punch. Its purpose was to hit a moving target and duck the blows coming back at you.

She downed the rest of her drink, set the glass on the floor, and turned back to the bag. Dom sat on the mats and watched his lady turn into his fighter. “Will you at least use gloves so you don’t fuck your knuckles up more?”

In a fighting stance already with her fists raised, she answered, “Don’t need them. I’ve worn in this fucker already.”

She threw a quick right/left combo and ducked the return. He knew this bag was really supposed to teach you how to avoid punches but she was capable of throwing in combos as soon as it started to move in towards her.

While she went through her routine, he decided to engage her in idle conversation. He was curious about some of the equipment and also wanted to see if her concentration could be broken.

“Mr. Valenzuela said that no-one but him has been in this house since you’ve lived here.”

Not even breaking stride, she answered, “Until now that’s true.”

“Then why the wrestling mats? No-one to practice with so why do you have them?”

“They were a gift from an old friend. They belonged to him and his brothers.” She kept on.

“Do you know how to wrestle?”

“I know jiu-jitsu, shoot fighting, and, yes, plain old wrestling.”

“Ok. The jiu-jitsu and shoot fighting I understand but plain old American wrestling? Like the shit on TV?”

“Are you familiar with the Von Erich brothers? They were a family of wrestlers in Texas.” She kept answering his questions but was clearly getting annoyed by the interruption.

“Yeah. I heard of them. Aren’t they all dead?”

“All but one. Kevin. I grew up around him and his younger brother, Kerry. They taught me how to wrestle. It was fun but hurt like hell. Those holds and locks are fucking real and painful. Those guys were like a 2nd family to me. I miss them all but especially Kerry.”

“Wanna show me some moves?”

She stopped dodging the bag and stilled it with her right hand. Then looked at him with a smirk that matched his own. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“Come on, darlin. Give me a little more credit than that.” He was using that voice of his that made her melt.

“I’ve already put you on your ass once in the two days that I’ve known you.” She joked with him.

“And I made you submit to me.” He was going for levity but her face got serious with that comment.

“That was different! I do not submit in a fight. Kevin actually dislocated my arm in a hold because I wouldn’t quit. Kerry was pissed at both of us. Kevin for hurting me and me for being so stubborn.”

With the cockiest smile he could muster, he continued to egg her on. “You are stubborn but I still don’t see how your submission to me wasn’t a ‘win’ in my column against a woman who won’t quit.”

“Are you that eager for me to show you the difference?”

“I don’t see a difference but you are welcome to believe there is one. I fought you for you and I won. Show me what you got, baby. I am aware that you know all these different disciplines and I just know your basic street fighting moves but I still bet you will quit.”

The fire was lit and he knew he had her.

“Fine. You’re on but I need another drink first.”

“You actually drink alcohol when you practice or fight?”

“Only when I’m pissed and need to calm down. Will you please make me another Fuzzy Navel?” She picked up her glass and sauntered over to him.

“Sure baby.” When he went to grab the glass from her hand, he noticed some blood on the bandages. “Damn it, Mick. You said you didn’t need gloves! Look at your hands!” He held both of her wrists in his hands and lifted them up to show her the new damage.

“It’s nothing, Dom. You should see the damage I pick up from the fighting dummy. My forearms and shins look like someone took a baseball bat to them.”

He looked at her with sad, concerned eyes. “Baby, why do you hurt yourself?”

“Its just part of the training. I’m not a masochist or anything. Don’t worry about it, ok?” She was thrown by his concern. She had been an athlete in school and fought in tournaments for her ranking and belts. She got injured doing regular sports too. It was of the norm in her activities. “Can I get that drink now so I can proceed to kick your behind afterwards?”

“Sure baby.” His concern still etched on his face, he kissed each of her hands, and left to get her drink.

When he returned to the room he found her facing away from the door, bending at the waist to place her palms on the floor. She was stretching the backs of her legs. When he dressed her earlier, he only put the jersey on her so he was faced with her beautiful tanned ass when the shirt rode up with her stretches. ‘This is going to be fun!’

He put the drink down on the floor, walked up behind her, and ran a hand over one cheek. In one split instant, she stood straight up, brought both hands over her shoulder, grabbed him around the neck, leaned forward using momentum and his own weight to flip him over her shoulder and onto his back.

He lay there looking up at her and smiled. “That was good.”

She returned the smile. “I learned how to wrestle from 5 brothers not of my blood. Kerry grabbed my ass more than the rest of them but they all tried to grope every once in a while. I had to learn how to defend my virtue.”

“Five! You wrestled around with all 5 of them!”

*Man, here you go again. Four of those guys are dead too. This is getting pathetic.*

“Yeah I did. So?”

“You let 5 guys put their hands on you and rub all over you?”

“That is what is involved in wrestling. It was for teaching purposes only.”

“You said they grabbed and groped!”

“Are you getting angry?” She lowered herself to her knees, pinning his arms beneath them to the mat, and sat on his upper chest which put her crotch just below his chin.

“A little. No. Well…yes!”

“ I don’t understand. They were very good friends of mine. I had a crush on Kerry for a long time but that was all. Kevin was like a mentor. David was their older brother and he was a great teacher. Mike and James were younger and learning as well. It was all in fun.”

His jealousy was flaring again and he couldn’t understand why. He had plenty of women in his life and she had only been sexually intimate with 2 before him. “I’m sure it was a lot of fun. For them! Five guys rolling around with you and feeling you up! Are you that naïve?”

“Every single one of my friends has been guys. I don’t get along with women. And these 5 particular guys and I were close. We loved each other like family!”

“Right and only really twisted brothers would grope their sister!”

“Fuck you! Do NOT disrespect the memories of my dead friends! We were raised differently you and I. The guys I hung out with were all like brothers to me. Nothing more! And Kerry and his brothers were more like family than my own!”

Dom was seething at this point but strangely he was also aroused. Her anger was impressive and she was defending her extended family like a lioness would its cub…or mate.

He could scent her arousal and was furious at the thought that she was talking about other guys and getting wet. He used this anger and his considerable upper body strength to toss her onto her back between his legs.

As he sat up, she had already used the backwards momentum to roll over and land on her feet. He got to his feet and they squared off against each other. She was dancing on the balls of her feet, dodging his attempts to grab her.

“Except for Kerry, right?” He asked with a menacing tone.

“Except for Kerry, what?”

“You said you had a crush on him. You don’t have crushes on someone you consider a brother!” He ran towards her with outstretched arms. When he got within reach, she ducked his arms, extended a leg, and swept his legs out from under him.

She was past anger and was just concerned about why he was acting like this. “Yes. I had a crush on him. He was a fucking hottie. Every woman who saw him wanted him.”

He grabbed her leg and pulled it out from under her. She landed on her side and he rolled on top of her. He straddled her hips and grabbed her face in both of his hands. “So. Did. You. Want. Him?” He enunciated each word with barely contained rage.

She stared into his angry eyes and was unsure of how to respond. “Yes. I did. He was beautiful. We belonged to other people though. So brother and sister we remained. Why are you so angry with me?”

His face lowered to within an inch of hers and his eyes flashed. “Why are you wet?”

“What?”

“I said why are you wet? I can smell your arousal!”

“Well let’s see. Could it have anything to do with the fact that I’ve been rolling around on the floor with you or that I was inches away from sitting on your face! Why are you so jealous of them?”

“You are my mate!”

“Yes, I am! And you are mine until the day you decide to let me go!”

“Not gonna happen, baby!” He was yelling at her now.

“Fine! I belong to you! You own me! You are my mate!” His jealousy was actually turning her on.

“Don’t forget the ‘to do with as I please’ part!”

She was breathing hard with desire and remembered the words she spoke to him the night he took her. “Okay. Please fuck me now.”

He stood up quickly, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He threw her down on the bed and stared at her. He was breathing hard and his eyes were taking in her form. “Why do I act like an animal when I’m with you?”

“I live on instinct and emotion. Those are primal in nature. We are mated.”

“Sit up.”

She sat up on her knees and waited for him. He stripped off his clothes until he stood gloriously naked before her. She was breath-taken by his nude form. He moved onto the bed in front of her.

“If it means anything to you, I think you are the most beautiful, magnificent man I’ve ever seen.” It came out in a whisper. She was having a hard time breathing this close to him.

He grabbed the hem of his jersey and pulled it over her head. He stared at her beautiful body. He could feel his ‘primal’ urges seize him. He wanted nothing more than to throw her down and fuck her senseless.

She was swaying in front of him. He intoxicated her with his presence. She placed her hands on his chest and bared her throat to him. He leaned in and bit her neck. She was panting with desire. “Dominic…do with me as you wish.”

He pulled his mouth from her throat and lost it with her words. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees!” She quickly followed his instructions and he found his woman’s ass high in the air waiting for him.

He moved behind her and ran his finger to her entrance and slipped it into her. ‘She is wet and waiting for me!’ He withdrew his finger and quickly replaced it with his cock. He rammed into her with one thrust to the hilt.

She screamed and arched her back. He leaned over her, grabbed her breasts, and drove into her with long, hard thrusts. An orgasm swept over her within minutes but his anger had fueled his stamina and he was not done with his mate yet. He pulled her up until she was on her knees with her back against his chest.

He moved his hands to her waist and drove her down on his cock as he pumped up into her. She was squeezing his shaft with her inner muscles and it was bringing him closer to release. Her head fell back against his chest and she was getting close to her second orgasm. He felt her release begin, drove into her hard one more time, and bit down on the joining of her neck and shoulder. They both went over the edge together.

He brought his hands up and squeezed her breasts. He released his teeth from her skin and began to lick the abrasion his bite left behind. She was moaning from his attentions. Then he moved his fingers in on her nipples and pinched them both. She yelped from the slight pain. “That’s for getting me jealous.” He laughed.

“I’ll have to get you jealous more often.” She purred back.

He moved them down onto the bed; their bodies still joined, and held her close. He whispered into her ear, “Mine!”

She smiled. “Yes, baby. I’m yours.”

“Mick, we belong to each other.”

She started to feel him. His love, passion, and possession of her and she found similar feelings within herself for him. Her smile faded. “Yes, baby. We do.”