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Taming My Beast
Taming My Beast
Isha
“Where is he?” I asked Ford, Dawson and Mic. They all wouldn’t look at me for some reason
“He’s dealing with his quilt in his own way.” Dawson said.
“And what does that entail? I need to talk to him, to let him know that we are okay”
“Yeah, well, Princess, Davis knows he f*cked up, and he needs to come to terms with it. He normally does that by beating the shit out of someone, or getting the sh*t beaten out of him,” Ford said
I gasped, “What! Where is he? Mic tell me,” I said, looking at him with my biggest eyes
“Sh*t baby girl, don’t look at me like that. I can’t deny you anything when you do that.”
I widened my eyes even more and even stuck my bottom lip out a little. Dawson and Ford snickered
“F*ck. He’s at Bronson’s fight hall. He’s been there for the last two days. He’s really beating himself up. He feels horrible,” Mic said.
“Well he shouldn’t, it’s over and done with. We move on, we move forward and learn from our mistakes, right? There’s bound to be more in the future, we’ll work through it,” I said. I was really agitated. I didn’t like that he was taking this so hard. I loved him. Maybe if I told him he’d be more settled.
“Here, Princess, he left this for you before he disappeared. I found it in his room,” Ford said, handing me a box that was as long as half of my forearm.
I opened the gray box and gasped. A gold bracelet with a cursive My Angel in the middle and little amber stones that matched the color of my eyes at each end. Dawson stood from his seat and took the delicate bracelet out of the box and put it around my wrist.
“Looks very beautiful on our beautiful girl. He has another present for you outside,” he said.
I looked at Dawson and he smirked. Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead. I turned from him and ran outside. I opened the doors to the house and ran down the three steps. My eyes went wide at the cute bright blue Chevy Equinox with a big red bow. It was compact and cute and just the right size for me.
“Is he trying to buy my love? He doesn’t have to, I love him just for him,” I said, not realizing I said it out loud. “Here are the keys, baby. Why don’t you drive to Bronson’s? The address is 4420 S. 47th Street. Your car has the latest and greatest amenities. Bring him home.”
I turned, hugged and kissed all my guys. Mic handed me my purse.
Ford walked over and pulled the bow off. I jumped into my new car with a huge smile on my face. When I pushed the button to start the car, I giggled. It sounded so smooth. I waved at my guys, and they smiled and waved back. I took off to go find my missing man.
Following the directions on the navigator, I pulled up to a stucco building that said Bronson’s Fight Hall. Boxing, MMA, Wrestling.
I walked in, there were men standing around a ring, a lot of cheering was going on. Men exchanged money. “There’s no way he can keep going like this. He’s been at it for two days. I don’t understand where his
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stamina is coming from,” said a man close to the door.
“He’s broken Svens ankle, Mikey’s left wrist and right Ulna, dislocated Bill’s shoulder and broke his right collarbone. He also broke Bob’s nose and cracked his left cheekbone. I’m surprised he still has volunteers,” another man said.
“That’s because they all think he’s going to tire out. But it seems it’s not happening. He just keeps going and going. Nothing is calming him down.”
I swallowed, surely they weren’t talking about my sweet Davis, I walked closer to the crowd and worked my way through them. I was significantly shorter than all the men here. They all seemed to be between 5‘ 10 and 6 ft and some as tall as Dawson at 6’5. When I finally got to the front, I gasped. My Davis looked completely different. He was stripped of all clothing except for a pair of black boxer briefs. His muscles were bulging, the veins on his arms, his chest and neck. They were all visible. He was a completely different person. His beautiful green eyes were so dark they were almost black, the rage pumping off of him was palpable.
A big man, one as big as Dawson and twice as muscular, which I didn’t think was possible, roared and charged Davis. Davis didn’t move, he was still like stone. The man got close and Davis lifted his leg, bent his other knee, and fell backwards. The man’s stomach hit Davis’s foot, flew in the air over Davis‘ head and landed on his back with a loud thump. Davis rolled and got back to his feet and just stood there. The man groaned as he got to his feet. He turned, his face a mask of rage. He swung at Davis‘ head. I was about to scream, but quick as lightning, Davis caught his arm without turning to look. He twisted it, there was a snap, the man screamed, the crowd flinched, some groaned, others roared with glee. Davis threw the man over his shoulder. When the man landed, Davis‘ knee drove into the man’s chest. Another crack, the man wheezed, blood erupted from his mouth in a spray, Davis jumped up, straightened his leg and came down on the man’s chest again.
Someone yelled ‘medic‘. Davis walked backwards and stood to the side while the man was dragged out of
the ring.
I looked at Davis. He was staring straight ahead, still standing like a statue.
“Who’s next?” an older gentleman shouted.
No one stepped forward, everyone was shaking their heads, or waving their hands in front of them to say not
- me.
“Me,” I said. I was in a pair of white leggings and a black tank. I had on some running shoes. I was going to
go
for a run today, but this will do.
He was so out of it he didn’t even hear me. The men around me started laughing.
“Little girl, he will kill you,” one man said.
“No, I will have him on his knees in thirty seconds.”
Still no acknowledgment. More laughter. Then the betting started and the old man in the ring shrugged. Your funeral sweetheart,”
I took two steps up to the ring, my eyes glued on Davis, he didn’t even look at me.
I
ed slowly up to him. He stared straight ahead, but I saw his breathing increase. His chest started
lifting rapidly with each breath. I stood right in front of him. My head came up to just below his chest. I lifted
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my hand, and placed it over his heart. I needed to tame my beast.
“Baby,” I whispered
He gasped, and then a tear slipped from his left eye. His whole body trembled, and then he dropped to his knees. His muscles relaxed, the veins retreated, and he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my cleavage, inhaling my scent.
“Sugar cookies,” he mumbled. I smiled. I used a vanilla sugar scrub today. He started to sob. I wrapped myself around him.
The whole place was silent. I looked around. I expected to see sneers or mocking, but all of them, every last man, had the look of understanding and envy. They all turned and left and within minutes we were alone.
“I’m so sorry angel. I promise to have trust in you for the rest of my life. I honestly didn’t think you betrayed us, really. It was just a reaction. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Davis, look at me,” I said.
He lifted his head, I cupped his gorgeous face. His light brown hair was dark and slick with sweat. I’ve never been more turned on. He smelled masculine, his body was warm against me. His eyes looked deep into
mine.
“I love you. I forgive you. Mistakes will happen in our relationship, but just as long as we talk it out, scream, yell, I don’t care, it will all work out. Just don’t shut me out. And thank you for the gifts. I really like my bracelet and I love my car.”
“You love me?”
“Deeply,” I said with a small smile.
“More than the other guys?”
My smile widened, they were always in competition.
“I love you all equally, my heart is big enough for all of you.”
He smiled, “Yeah it is.”
He got to his feet and picked me up with him. I wrapped my legs around him, and we kissed like we hadn’t touched each other in ages, which is what it felt like.
He started walking, we hit a door and I looked around. We were in the gym’s locker room, which was surprisingly empty.
He walked us into the showers and started the water. He stripped me of my clothes and his underwear, He took down my hair and then put us under the spray.
I moaned at the warm water cascading down our bodies. Without preamble, he shifted me and shoved his c*ck into me. I wasn’t fully prepared, but it was okay because I reveled in the small bit of pain and the burn of his invasion. I needed this, to feel his love so desperately.
With each pump, he chanted ‘I love you‘ over and over. I cried out my love for him. This is what we needed.
I screamed when my orgasm rushed through me. He groaned as my p*ssy tightened around him. He held me tight against him, I squeezed my thighs and moved my hips as he moved me up and down on him.
“God, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your tight p*ssy, you feel so f*cking good, Angel.”
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“I want to suck your c*ck Davis,” I said. I wanted his taste on my tongue.
He groaned but let me go. I dropped to my knees and took his c*ck in my hand. I looked at him and smiled and then swallowed his c*ck whole.
“F*CK!” he shouted. I let him grab my head and start f*cking my face. I swallowed when he hit the back of my throat so he could go deeper and then grabbed his ass and shoved him further down. He growled and c*m filled my mouth. I swallowed every bit. His knees buckled, and he caught himself by slamming his palms against the wall behind me. I stood with a smile, and he slammed his mouth onto mine.
“You’re f*cking perfect, I f*cking love you.
“I love you too, now let’s go home.”
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