Sparring Partners: Winner Takes All

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I kept her wrists pinned and my fingers deep in her cunt, curling them slowly against the spot that made her hips snap.

“Beg,” I said.

“Fuck you.”

“Wrong answer.” I slowed down and watched her face fall apart. I took her clit between my finger and thumb and rolled it until she was shaking, little broken sounds spilling out of her. Two years of smirks. I wanted every one of them.

“Please,” she said, finally, furious. “Dani. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me come, you bitch.”

I did. I fucked her fast with two fingers and rubbed her clit with my thumb, and she came with a shout that bounced off the weight racks, her thighs locking round my hand, her whole body bowing off the mat. I held her through it. I didn’t let her up.

Then I sat back on my heels, wiped my hand on her stomach and stood.

“What about you?” she panted, still flat out, eyes wild. “You’re not going to…”

“I won,” I said. “I don’t need anything.”

It was a lie. I was so wet it hurt. I put my top back on and sat on a bench with my back to her for the next eight hours, and I heard her breathe, furious, all night.

At six the fire door clicked. Kat walked past me without a word, then stopped.

“Monday,” she said, very quietly, “I’m going to ruin you.”

I couldn’t wait.

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