Sparring Partners: Her Rules

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I let my whole body go soft and gave her everything.

“Good girl,” Kat said, and it should have infuriated me. I came a little, just from the words. She stripped me, slowly and thoroughly, dragged my leggings and knickers down my thighs, and looked at me, spread out on the mat, with such naked hunger that I nearly begged.

“Rules,” she said. “You stay on your back. You do not touch yourself. You do what I tell you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Kat.”

She slid up my body and knelt over my face, one hand gripping the bar of a weight rack behind her, long legs trembling. Her cunt was an inch from my mouth, swollen and slick.

“Make me come, Dani. Properly. Then I might do you.”

I put my tongue on her. She tasted of salt and heat, and she groaned and ground down, so I licked her, sucked her clit between my lips and tongue-fucked her until she was shaking and swearing and rocking against my chin. She came with a shout, wet all over my mouth.

She kept her promise. She took her time with me, two fingers and her mouth, her tattooed arm flexing as she thrust, until I came screaming, a second time, a third, my hands fisted in the mat.

At six the door unlocked. Kat gave me a wink and a hand up.

“Same time next promotion?” she said.

I went to breakfast with my knees shaking, and I didn’t even mind losing.

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