My vision blurred as salty sweat burned into my eyes.

Muscles practically screaming at me to stop, my arms continued their memorized motions: uppercut, jab, side swipe, leg sweep, fake out, and then finally a knockout worthy punch delivered to the man in front of me with such force that it sent him keening over in pain.

A long string of bloody drool hung down his chin as he stared with jagged rage consuming his features. He'd try to go for a quick takedown, would try to tackle me and pin me beneath him for a humiliating defeat, but I was smaller and much quicker than him.

He had brute force and stamina, but I knew how to make every single hit count.

He stood once more and the energy in the crowd surrounding us reached a fever pitch, some of the onlookers pushing in tighter and closer until I couldn't breathe without inhaling the scent of a clove cigarette clogging up my nostrils or the scent of cheap body spray permeating my lungs.

The energy buzzed in my veins and, while I was vaguely aware of some of the watchers in the crowd filming the ordeal, I blocked it all out, not caring that my newfound 'famous' status would land me on the social media sites, not caring that Eli would likely see this, and so would Matthew--

My opponent landed a cracking blow against my jaw, and for a moment, my vision clouded over so precisely that I didn't notice the swinging kick to my stomach before I was already doubled over on the ground, coughing and wheezing and barely able to breathe.

The man circled me from above like he was relishing in the roaring applause of the crowd, amping up the energy and using his arms to get them to keep cheering.

He stalked closer to me while I caught my breath, suffocating from the pain and reveling in the blossom of a bruise on my cheek.

He didn't expect me to reach out and grab his ankle while he was milking the attention and staring at a woman up front with an extremely low cut top.

He went down like Goliath, and I was David as I stood atop him and pummeled his face down into the ground.

Once, twice, three times and blood sprayed the stained concrete beneath us, the cold seeping into my knees from where I sat straddled atop him.

My knuckles split open on the fourth hit, right as he tapped out and declared me the winner of the match.

My head was spinning and I was pretty sure I had a cut on my cheek and some sore ribs, but it had been a victory...so why didn't I feel any better than I had before fighting two people?

Where was that rush of adrenaline that accompanied me like an old friend whispering sweet nothings into my ear as I obliterated the negative voice in my head with each fight?

Where was the hit of happiness following a victory that I chased like an addict, ignoring friends and family and coming here completely alone and isolated?

My body shook from the amount of energy it had taken to finish the fight, but I didn't stick around to fight the next person on the roster.

The guy who'd been talking shit to me over the group chat was lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood, but I felt no satisfaction in what I'd done.

It only took me a few minutes to find myself slipping through the shadows back to the bathroom where I'd stored my things and readied myself to leave.

Until a rough hand pressed into the back of my neck and shoved me into the wall in a dark alcove, cut off from the rest of the action happening around us.

Immediately, my blood heated once more and I prepared for my assailant choosing his next move, but he didn't make a sound.

Instead, his body came up behind me, flush against the back of my own.

I felt his cock hard against my ass, pressing into me like a hot branding iron.

And then I smelled his cologne, that familiar scent that wrapped me up in his sheets and his t-shirts, the cologne of the man that I loved.

"Matthew?" I choked out, unbelieving that he had followed me.

His mouth was at my ear in the next instant, his other hand capturing both of my own in one of his behind my back.

"That was a good show you just put on, Els."

I gulped at the sheer ice and desire in his tone, both emotions warring for dominance in him. I'd never seen him this way before—or rather, felt, since I was still facing the wall.

"T-thank you?"

He chuckled darkly, that mouth still at my ear as his breath made the small hairs lingering near my cheek dance to the beat of his breathing, ragged and sharp and somewhat lethal.

I was scared to see his eyes.

Would they be molten with lust, or anger and rage?

But this didn't feel like anger. No, it was more controlled than that.

He tilted his head further, mouth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.

His teeth caught on the flesh directly above my fluttering pulse point, and I couldn't help the whimpering moan that escaped my lips.

Thank god everyone else was still focused on a new fight in the ring, and no one had come to the bathrooms yet.

"Are you...mad at me?"

His tongue licked my skin in a path from directly behind my ear almost all the way to my collarbone.

"Why would I be mad at you, sweetheart?"

"Because I—"

I choked as he bit down on my skin once more, harder this time, and my toes curled in my shoes as a blazing fire raced all the way down to my core.

"Yes?"

His voice was a delectable purr, a question that I was compelled to answer even though I was scared where it would land me.

"Because I came here and didn't tell anyone."

I gulped as he went wholly and utterly still, like the cataclysmic eye of a hurricane—the one brief reprieve from destruction before hell ruptured all around.

"And do you think you should be...punished for that?"

"I—what?"

"You heard me. Do you think you should be punished for doing this? Not telling anyone?"

The hand that had been wrapped around the back of my neck traveled down, past his hands holding mine against my lower back, further still until it reached the bottom of my athletic shorts.

I was a panting mess, putty in his fucking hands as he trailed his finger along the edge, desperately close to somewhere he shouldn't have been in a crowded abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of a town in the middle of nowhere.

We shouldn't have been there in the first place, but I'd had to get out, to escape, to make sure that it wasn't permanent—this anxiety that flooded my body like a poison.

It seemed the only thing that really made it dilute in my veins was...Matthew.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I—no?"

He pushed himself even harder into me and the wall, his free hand roaming along the seam of my shorts and finally pushing past the barrier, getting to work on my panties as he edged around the outer seam of them like he'd just done with my shorts.

"You don't seem all too sure of that. You wanna know what I think?"

My breaths spilled out of my mouth in quick succession, echoing off the concrete wall I was currently pushed up against.

"W-what?"

"I think you want me to punish you. I think you'd love every fucking second of it, too."

His deep voice rumbled through me, chills running up and down my arms as my heart beat to the rhythm of the punches I'd just thrown against the man I'd just been pitted against in the ring.

I could only manage a measly whimper in answer as his fingers passed the threshold of my underwear and found me absolutely drenched for him.

His sharp intake of breath told him everything he needed to know.

"Oh, yeah. I knew you'd want it. Isn't that right Elodie?"

"N-no, I don't."

It was a damn lie, and Matthew knew it too.

His hand ceased it's teasing movements and I almost cried out in protest.

"Matthew..."

"Yes?"

Though he didn't move, he didn't withdraw his hand from my pants, either.

"Ugh," I garbled out, but that didn't make him move his hand. Neither did undulating my hips against him, or trying to get my hands free so I could put his hands exactly where I wanted them.

"What, do you want me to call you 'Daddy' or something?"

That seemed to make him snap.

"Keep using that smart mouth for anything other than sucking my dick, and I'll give you plenty of names to call me," he nearly snarled into my ear, the dueling menace and lust thick in his voice nearly sending me over the edge.

"What?"

"You heard me."

Suddenly he flipped me around to face him, and his face was that of an avenging angel—ethereal beauty and dominant fierceness radiating off him.

"On your knees."

"What—here?"

He didn't speak. His stare only grew and grew until his entire face became swallowed up by it.

I gulped, but the throbbing between my legs didn't listen to rationality.

I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. If I wanted to stop this game we were playing, I just had to say our safe word—strawberry—and he'd stop this immediately and become the usual sweet and mild mannered Matthew, but this side of him, domineering and rugged and a total asshole...I'd be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely in love with this version of him too.

The version who didn't care that we were in public, surrounded by people who at any moment could surprise us with their appearance and catch us.

We weren't normal, but then, normal wasn't what I wanted—or needed.

"Take it out."

My hands trembled from excitement and anticipation as I undid the button on his dark jeans and slid the zipper down, the bass from the music blasting through the space pounding into my eardrums.

He was thick and hard and ready for me when I pulled him out of his underwear.

The tip gleamed in the alternating strobe lights that had just begun pulsing around the warehouse—a sign that it was time for the dancing portion of the evening, and everyone in our general vicinity rushed to the makeshift dance floor where the ring had once been.

Good. More privacy for us that way.

He let out an audible groan when I opened my mouth and took him inside far enough that he hit the back of my throat.

His hands fisted into my hair as I rolled my tongue along the thick length of him, nearly gagging as I took him as far as I could.

Bobbing my head back and forth, I flicked my eyes upward to Matthew's, and what I found there nearly stopped my heart.

Pure love and adoration were clear as day on his face, nothing of the fierce determination and domination that had been there before.

Kneeling between his legs, my hands working his shaft while my mouth worked the tip for all it was worth, he grabbed a tighter handhold on my long ponytail and used his force to fuck my mouth.

I moaned as he manhandled me (and I didn't want to know how fucked up this kink that I had was), desperate for more attention from him but also desperate to make him feel just as unbalanced and obsessed with me as I was with him.

Faster and faster, my throat pummeled his cock, and surely and suddenly the salty taste of his release coated my tongue as his motions grew frantic and rushed and wild.

He met my eyes as he came, pure ecstasy swimming in their depths.

He yanked me up suddenly, barely giving me time to swallow his cum that was surely dripping down my chin.

I gave him a defiant smirk as I licked it up with my tongue.

I was against the wall once more, leg wrapped around his middle as he kissed my lips with an abandon he'd never kissed me with before.

His hand found its way back into my shorts, bypassing my underwear immediately as he reached my soaked core, finger circling my clit so roughly that I would end up toppling into an orgasm even faster than he had.

Then he plunged a finger inside of me, and I cried out into his mouth, but he bit my lower lip hard to keep me quiet.

Limbs shaking, I held onto him like he was my everything and the only thing keeping me upright.

Heart bounding to the beat of the techno song blasting in the warehouse, my body ramped up to another edge and I could feel the precipice of the orgasm rising, rising, rising, and then I was flying, floating out of my body until—

Matthew's hand left me just as the orgasm took root, and the longer it was gone, the more desperate I became for him to put it right back where it was so he could finish the job.

"I—Matthew?"

His smirk was pure satisfaction and filled with a deviousness I hadn't expected from him.

"Enjoy your punishment, sweetheart."

"What?"

He pulled himself back into his pants and thumbed at the wetness on the side of his mouth, sinking the finger that had been inside me into his mouth.

I would've came at the sight if his damn hands had been back in my pants.

He laughed—actually fucking laughed—at the outrage on my face.

"I'm following you back to my place. You're not going back to your dorm tonight."

It was Friday night, so I was already planning on staying in the city, but...new chills replaced the fevered flush on my skin from his controlling order.

He smirked once more at my silence. I wasn't sure what I'd say even if I could speak.

He leaned in close, breath brushing against my ear as he spoke again.

"Try not to swerve on the road. Wouldn't want your wandering fingers to cause a wreck."

And then he...left.

He just walked past me and went to stand by the exit with his ankles crossed over the other, looking for all the world at ease and not like he'd just gotten his dick sucked in front of the entire place, whereas I...

I looked thoroughly fucked.

And thinking about what I'd just done, and the possible repercussions of Matthew telling Eli where I'd been tonight...

Fucked wasn't a strong enough adjective.

I grabbed my things and strode to the exit, not bothering to check if Matthew was following, his warm presence surrounding me with each step I took towards my car.

He wasn't wrong about my car swerving, but it wouldn't be my wandering fingers I was worried about.

It was my mind that I didn't seem to know how to control.

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