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“Anyway, got off track there for a second,” she says, using the mic once more. “Let’s hear it for Havoc!” The crowd cheers wildly, the bell sounds, and Gambler is walking towards me as I advance to the center of the ring.
He throws a punch right out the gate that I see easily, my body ducking to avoid it. He swings around, replanting his hooves, watching me as he gets squirrely again. He tries to come at me, but I sidestep him, pushing him forward from behind as he stumbles a bit. It has the desired effect. He’s pissed off and begins to charge. I lower my horns, planting my hooves as the clack of bone rings out through the night. We’re both grunting heavily. I’m trying to stay in place as Gambler does his best to knock me down. But I’m not going anywhere.
He pulls back, leaving his middle open. I land a punch right in the center of his gut. He gasps for air, his face now vulnerable as he struggles to pull it together. My fists fly into his jaw. Left. Right. Left. His head rears back again and again as he begins to tumble backwards. First on his hooves, then onto his ass. With one last savage kick, he’s fully on the ground, blood and saliva pouring from his mouth as the ref calls the fight.
The sound around me is deafening as the spectators eat the knockout up. Gambler is carried out of the ring and tended to by medical staff as I take a victory lap around the dirt, smacking hands and shouting loudly. And then I see my girl. She’s beaming at me, screaming into the microphone that I’m the winner. Her praise does something primal to me and I let out the biggest low I’ve ever produced. She practically faints as her arousal becomes evident. She stands speechless with her mouth open in shock, Ginger and Maggie dying at her reaction.
Duke walks into the ring and hands me the gaudy trophy he and Tess picked out, complete with a bunch of cash in the centerof the gauntlet. I rip the rubber bands off the money and start to throw it into the crowd. I don’t need it. I’ve got my prize, looking down on me with teary eyes, pride painted all over her face.
I won the fights tonight. But I won at life the second Tess walked into mine. And I’ll never, ever take that for granted.
Chapter Nineteen: Tess
The rest of the night passes in a blur. Havoc keeps me glued to his side, his arm or hand or hip touching me the entire time. I like it. I feel special when I’m with him. And not in a trophy wife kind of way, even though being his trophy wife would be totally hot and I kind of am… But more like I’m part of his world, something that means everything to him and he wants to ensure that I’m safe. He also can’t get enough of me and keeps pushing me up against the wall to make out with me or hovers over me while I’m sitting in a chair, squeezing my body tightly. He’s never been shy about PDA, but this is a whole different level for him. He’s definitely feeling the euphoric high of winning, leaning on into it in a way that makes me so happy to witness.
When the party dies down and the last patrons amble out, Havoc tells Cash and Duke that they can head home. That we’ll take care of the shutdown. I know he just wants alone time with me, and I love him for it. I’m ready for my champion to claim me, seeing how he’s been worked up all night and can finally act on it.
“I bought you something, red,” he says with a gravelly voice, walking back over to me after having locked the front doors. “It’s behind the bar in the shiny, pink bag.”
“No shit!” I exclaim, excited. I run through the partition, locating my present eagerly. “Havoc, it’s so cute!”
“That’s just the bag,” he laughs as I scoff at him.
“Yeah, well you’re already doing good. I can’t wait to see what’s inside,” I counter as I tear at the tissue paper. It fliesaround me, drawing a deep laugh from my minotaur. I pause as I stare down at the gorgeous leather paddle. It’s red to match my hair and nickname and right in the middle is the wordCookiecarved out. I feel like I can’t breathe. It’s so fucking perfect for us. The fact that he got it for me to use on him, I’m speechless.
“Well, you like it, red?” he asks quietly as I close my gaping mouth and look up at him, tears in my eyes. “Atta girl. Let it out,” he says softly as they tumble down my face. “That’s my babe.” He grabs my head and cradles it against his chest, letting me have my moment. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you cry.”
“This is the most thoughtful gift I’ve received from a boyfriend,” I sob, Havoc’s fingers tightening in my hair.
“Good thing all those other losers sucked so badly. Now you’re mine to spoil,” he says with an edge to his voice. “Fuck them. You get anything you want.”
“I love you, cookie,” I whimper, reaching up on my tip toes to kiss his soft nose. I plant one right in the middle of his cute snout.
“I love you too, babe. Ididwin my fights tonight. Do I get to be on the receiving end of that paddle, madame?” I grin, biting my lower lip.
“That depends,” I say, cocking a brow.
“On?” he replies as I push him backwards, out from behind the bar.
“If you’re ready to be bent over like a good bull,” I whisper. Havoc nods, his thick cock barely contained in his tight short shorts.
“I’m always ready to be used by you,” he growls as I steer him towards the back doors that lead to the outside ring.
“We’re gonna reminisce about your victory tonight in a fun little way,” I tease as we walk into the cool night. I point his body towards the stage.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans, immediately walking forward and climbing the stairs eagerly. “Right here, madame?” he questions, centering himself against the rail once we’ve reached the top together.
“Mhmm,” I hum, walking up behind him and slowly pulling his shorts down. He steps out of them and kicks them to the ground, his tail swishing in anticipation. I run my hands up his back after stashing the paddle in the strap of my dress. “You did so good tonight, cookie. You were the best bull out of all the others, and you looked like a king out there. Are you looking down at the ring?” I ask him as he nods.
“Yes, madame,” he says in a deep, husky voice. “I wanted to win for you.”
“And you did. Such a good boy. Such a good bull. Would you like your reward, cookie?” I innocently ask as my hands grip both of his ass cheeks, my nails digging into his taut flesh. He stiffens, pressing his body into the rail and shoving his ass further into my palms.
“Please, madame. You’re so good to me. I’d love my reward. I’m so grateful for all you do,” he says, bracing himself. I grab the paddle and let it fly without hesitating. The slap of the leather on his ass echoes into the night.
“Take it, cookie! Take your reward!!” I yell as he lows so prettily, my hand swishing through the air, the paddle cracking off his flesh over and over.
“Fuck yes!!” he cries, stomping his hoof. “Again! Please hit me again!”
