VOWS OF SIN

Chapter seven

THE FIGHT CLUB LOCKER ROOM AT 2 AM PT 2

Selene rose slowly from Remy’s lap. Her strong thighs flexed as she stood over him on the wooden bench.

Without saying a word, she placed one hand on his chest and shoved him flat onto his back. The bench creaked under his weight. Remy’s bronze back hit the hard wood with a dull thud, his hazel eyes locked on her.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tight black fight shorts. Slowly she peeled them down her lean hips and muscled legs, kicking them aside.

Underneath she wore nothing. Her bare p***y glistened in the dim locker room light. The smooth lips were swollen and wet, her c**t already peeking out from its hood. A thin string of arousal stretched and broke as she moved.

Remy’s breath caught hard. His c**k jerked visibly inside his shorts.

Selene climbed onto the bench and straddled his face in reverse. She faced his feet, her strong ass hovering just above his mouth. She lowered herself gradually, letting him feel the heat first.

The rich, musky scent of her aroused p***y filled his nose. She stopped when her wet folds were barely an inch from his lips.

“Smell me,” she said, voice low and commanding.

Remy inhaled deeply. The sharp, sweet smell of her wetness made his head spin. His taped hands came up and gripped her firm ass cheeks, fingers digging into the muscle.

Only then did Selene sink down fully. Her slick p***y pressed against his mouth. Warm, wet folds spread over his lips and tongue. She rolled her hips in a slow, controlled grind, rubbing her c**t across his tongue.

“Lick,” she ordered.

Remy’s tongue pushed out immediately, sliding through her soaked folds. He tasted her. He licked from her entrance up to her swollen c**t, then sucked the sensitive bud gently between his lips. Selene moaned softly and kept grinding, dictating every movement.

“Deeper,” she said. “Use your tongue inside me.”

He stiffened his tongue and pushed it into her tight hole. Her inner walls clenched around it. Warm wetness coated his mouth and chin. Selene rode his face with slow rolls of her hips, her strong thighs squeezing the sides of his head.

Every time she rocked forward, her c**t dragged over his tongue. Every time she rocked back, his tongue dipped inside her again.

Remy gasped for air whenever she lifted slightly. His chest heaved. His taped hands kneaded her ass, pulling her down harder when she allowed it. Wet sounds filled the locker room, soft slurping, the slippery slide of her p***y over his mouth, and her low, steady moans.

Selene reached with one hand and pressed her palm against the thick bulge in his shorts. She stroked him slowly through the fabric, feeling the heat and hardness of his c**k. Her fingers traced the outline of the swollen head, then squeezed the shaft gently.

“Already so hard for me,” she murmured. “Your c**k is throbbing while you eat my pussy.”

She kept stroking him with light, teasing touches. It wasn't enough pressure, nor was it fast enough but it made Remy groan into her folds.

The vibration made her c**t pulse. His hips bucked up, trying to get more friction, but she pulled her hand away every time he got too close.

Selene rode his tongue harder for a few moments, grinding her c**t directly against it. Her breathing quickened. Her thighs trembled. She brought herself right to the edge, muscles tightening, then suddenly lifted her hips and pulled away.

Remy gasped for air, his face shiny with her wetness. His hazel eyes looked desperate.

She flipped around quickly, straddling his chest facing him now. Leaning down, she kissed him deeply. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, tasting her own arousal on his lips and tongue. The kiss was wet and hungry. Remy moaned into it, his c**k straining painfully against his shorts.

Before he could catch his breath, Selene moved back up and lowered her p***y onto his face again. She smothered him once more, grinding with controlled rolls of her hips. The wet sounds grew louder, his tongue slurping through her folds, her low moans echoing off the concrete walls.

“Worship it like you worship the ring,” she commanded. “Slow. Slower. That’s it. Suck my clit.”

Remy obeyed. He sucked her swollen c**t between his lips and flicked his tongue over it exactly how she wanted. Selene’s hips rolled in tight circles. She brought herself close again, thighs shaking around his head, then lifted away at the last second. She did this three more times, riding his face to the brink of orgasm, then denying herself and him.

Every time she pulled away, Remy’s c**k looked harder. The front of his shorts was soaked with precum. His bronze chest rose and fell rapidly. Sweat mixed with her wetness on his face.

Any late-night cleaner or another fighter could walk into the locker room at any moment. The thought made Selene’s pulse race faster. It made Remy’s c**k twitch even harder.

Selene stood up suddenly. Her legs felt steady even after riding his face for so long. Remy lay on the bench, breathing hard, lips swollen and shiny.

She grabbed his own fight wraps from the floor. The long strips of tape were still damp with his sweat. She took his wrists and bound them tightly together above his head, looping the wraps around the metal leg of the bench and securing them firmly.

Remy’s arms stretched out, muscles flexing, completely helpless now.

His thick, throbbing c**k strained against his shorts. Selene hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled them down his legs.

His c**k sprang free, heavy and hard. The wide head glistened with precum that ran down the length. His balls were tight and full beneath it.

Selene wrapped her hand around his c**k and stroked it slowly from base to tip. Her grip was firm but teasing. She twisted her wrist at the head, spreading the slick precum over the sensitive skin. Remy groaned loudly, hips jerking up into her hand.

“Look at this c**k, it's so hard and leaking for me. You are mine, Remy.” she said, voice low and possessive.

She kept stroking him with slow, deliberate pulls. Her thumb rubbed over the slick head on every upstroke. Remy’s bound hands clenched into fists above his head. His wild eyes stared up at her with raw desperation and need.

His body glistened with sweat. His chest heaved and his c**k pulsed hot and heavy in her hand, twitching every time she squeezed.

Selene stood over him, completely in command. Her bare, soaked p***y still throbbed from riding his face. Her hair had loosened slightly during the struggle. She looked down at the young fighter she had trained, now tied and helpless beneath her, his thick c**k leaking in her hand.

She continued the slow, teasing strokes, watching every reaction but reminded that both of them were alone and exposed.