Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(9)

Mmmmm. Yeah. That image was too perfect to deny. Rough fuck the virgin bride. I’d take that precious gift she’d been saving for somebody else her whole life, just because she couldn’t stop herself from spreading her legs for me. Just because she saw me and needed cock.

She was waiting for her one true love? Well love’s a bullshit fantasy, I’d learned that a long time ago. The best thing she could do would be to worship my cock, and I’d fuck her bareback too. A girl’s first time should be natural, after all.

That moment after she came would be magic. When her mind came out of the sex-insanity for a few seconds and fully comprehended what she’d done, she’d know that no other man could ever rail her the way I had. She was mine forever.

Beep

Then she’d realize she was full of cum, and I was still fucking her, because I was going to go all damn night. She might start to tell me to stop, but then she’d get a hint that the next orgasm might not be too far away… and she’d beg me, beg me, to keep going. Rinse and repeat. She’d be a cum-soaked wreck by the time I was done with her.

Ariana could wait her turn. I was going to call Ian Ewert today and let him know that I would rather propose to Skylar What’s-Her-Name, from the Tier-2 team, and if he could make it clear that her job was on the line, then that would be great.

The young sports therapist was a better fit for the story they’d concocted anyway, since everybody with an internet connection had already seen Ariana’s pussy and read about what a kinky little fucker she was. Skylar oozed innocence and the wholesome girl-next-door image. She was perfect in every way.

I had to have her.

Beep





Chapter 6

Skylar

Earlyish in the year, in my biomechanics class, we’d spent a few lectures studying a video clip of Austin applying an arm bar submission to Drake Chapman. A few people already knew that I had a kind of internship with NHBFC, so people spent as much time asking me questions about what the fighters, especially Austin, were really like as they did asking the professor about the trauma happening inside Chapman’s arm.

It was the same after every NHBFC event, a flurry of questions asking me about which fighters I’d seen or even helped treat. With Austin’s spectacular win, he was more of a talking point than normal, but I deflected those ones with the normally-true excuse of not being in the team that looked after him.

How could I explain to them that I met Austin, and what it was like to meet him, when I couldn’t even explain it to myself? I saw him, and my body ached with need. That was the simple blunt truth of the matter.

I’d been attracted to boys before, but the seeds of shame and confusion that my father had sown always blossomed straight away, and shut me down until the mere hint of interest in or from a guy had almost sent me into a panic attack. Not so with Austin.

There was something about him that spoke in a language of dirty promises to the part of me that I kept in the locked box, and spoke so powerfully that there was no time for the humiliation and self-loathing I was so used to. That’s not to say it didn’t hit me afterwards, because it did. Harder than ever.

That’s why I was glad he was only around the New Ashby Event Center for the NHBFC events. When they weren’t being held, there were a lot of smaller mixed martial arts tournaments, or even completely unrelated sporting events that NHBFC contracted their sports therapy team out to help support. So there was still plenty of work for me to fit around my classes.

I’d been working there for over a year, and had only come face to face with Austin once. Even that was only due to special circumstances that I had to agree to, so he could be avoided. That, in turn, would help me avoid those voices in my head, some of which sounded a lot like my dad.

You know what kind of girls run around with boys? Whores. The stupider and uglier they are, the cheaper they are, too. If I ever catch you… girl, I’ll know you’re the cheapest one of them all, and I swear you won’t sit down for a week…

I’d heard it so much that I believed it. I may not have been a supermodel rocket scientist, but I could stay away from the boys at least. Anything for the hope of some peace at home. Anything to not hate myself.

Today there was a local Brazilian Jiu Jitsu tournament being held at the event center. After an interesting morning working with a kid who had refused to tap out to an omoplata submission, I was again relegated to the more common task of restocking the various supplies needed by the more experienced members of the team.

Then Gordon tracked me down and sent chills of fear down my spine.

“Hey Skylar, I just got a call from somebody in management, they wanna see you. Robbie Johnson, some new guy. Is there something I should know about?”