“Just what d’ya think you’re wearin’?”

Annais blushed, averting her eyes from his hungry gaze.  She was feeling a little bold tonight when she got dressed to come to Spikemuth.  It’d been too long since she had a chance to visit her boyfriend, and even longer since the last time she was able to make it to a show of his.  She chose to doll herself up extra nice for the occasion.  She’d been shopping recently and wanted to show off for him. There was a little boutique in Wyndon that had some really alluring new outfits on display when she passed by.  She couldn’t resist walking out with a few different pairs of leather pants, one of which she had decided to wear tonight. She paired it with some spiked high heeled boots she had recently found in Hammerlocke, and a tight top that did a wonderful job displaying Piers’s favorite assets.  She hadn’t felt this sexy in a long time, and she figured Piers would appreciate it.  The way he froze in the middle of a set the moment he saw her in the crowd told her she had achieved exactly what she wanted.

“Why?  You don’t like it?” she asked, holding her hands in front of her in a way that brought even more attention to her ample cleavage.  She wasn’t allowed to dress this risqué anywhere that wasn’t Spikemuth.  The people here tended to keep to themselves; word of her shenanigans here never got back to the league.  “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Color me surprised,” he said.  Though his words were curt, she could hear the strain behind them.  He leaned in.  His next words came out in a hushed whisper, meant for her and her alone.  “Go.  Sit.  I’ll deal with you when I’m done.”

Lowering her head, Annais walked to dugout behind the fence to wait for him.  She wasn’t embarrassed, or even upset.  Rather, she was quaking with arousal from what was going to come next. That tone he had taken with her, the way he drunk in her outfit and the immediate shift to the tough act that followed meant tonight was going to be a fun one.  She watched him and his band as they packed away all the equipment and shifted the familiar battlefield from concert mode to ready it for tomorrow’s gym challengers.  He thought he was being sly, but Annais caught him sneaking glimpses of her.  It was plain to see he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

Soon enough, the crowd was completely gone, the band dispersed, and Piers walked to the far end of the gym to see the last few stragglers out.  The sound of locks echoed through the empty space, causing Annais to shift in her seat.  She stood and ended up on the other side of the fence again in preparation to meet him.

Annais swore he walked that slow on purpose.  Every leisurely drag of his boots against the asphalt caused her breathing to hitch.  Her thighs clenched together and she chewed the inside of her lip.  He took his sweet time before finally stopping right in front of her.  Piers gave her another one over.  She saw his upper lip twitching as he took her all in.

“Turn around.”

Annais turned to face the fence.  The fine hair on the back of her neck stood on edge as she felt his eyes raking over her backside.

“Grab it.”

Annais’s fingers hooked the chain-links and braced herself.  Her back arched as a palm swatted her leather-clad ass.  Fingers tangled in her hair and yanked her head back. She was hyper-aware of the presence of his arousal pressed against her.

“I’ll ask again,” Piers growled into her ear.  “Just what d’ya think you’re wearin’ tonight?”

“I…I… I wanted to look like a rockstar’s girlfriend,” she confessed.  She glanced over her shoulder at him.  “You don’t think I’m sexy?”

“Wrong answer, love,” said Piers.  Another harsh smack against her ass.  She squeezed her eyes shut, trying her hardest not to moan.  With her legs parted like this, she couldn’t even squeeze her thighs for a bit of relief.  “Me an’ everyone with eyes knows you’re sexy.  Suppose you realize every bloody prick in Spikemuth is gettin’ rubbed in your honor tonight?  Really gave that pack of wankers an’ eyeful.”

He spanked her again. The impact of his palm was going to leave a mark in the morning.

“I’m a jealous man, Ann. We’ve been over this.  I shouldn’t have to share you with anyone.  You’re mine.  Them lustin’ after at you’s as bad as fuckin’ you right in front of me.”

His hand collided with her once more.  The sting this time caused her to hiss.  He tugged her hair.

“When I catch you wearin’ somethin’ like this, I just wanna strip you outta it an’ pound you senseless in front of everyone.  Make sure everyone knows who this sexy little thing belongs to.  I wanna make ‘em all watch my cock claimin’ your cunt over an’ over.”

Piers’s slender fingers wrapped around her neck.  Typically cold, it was a pleasant surprise that they were still warm from smacking her ass so many times.  He pulled her against his chest as she still clung onto the fence.

“Suppose you’d like that- wouldn’t you, my little whore of a champion?”  His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he purred this.  Annais nodded, causing his hold to tighten on her neck.  “You said you wanna look like a rockstar’s girlfriend?”

She bobbed her head best she could as the temporary lack of oxygen left her lightheaded and whited out her vision.  She was getting so unbelievably wet now.  Her slick threatened to soak right through her pants.  She gasped for breath when he eased his hold.

“No better way to look like a rockstar’s girlfriend than bein’ seen on the end of his cock.  Unbutton those trashy trousers.”

Piers watched with intent as she peeled away the skin-tight leather pants, thumb stroking the column of her throat in appreciation as she did.  He gulped dryly upon seeing she had absolutely nothing on beneath them.  He couldn’t help himself.  The hand left her neck and slapped her bare ass.

“No knickers? Annais,” he croaked.  Piers’s shaky exhale betrayed him.  “Just what’s gotten into you?”

His hand grabbed her ass and squeezed it.  Another light smack followed, before he reached between her legs to stroke her pussy.

“Fuck…”  His composure crumbled into dust.  He was so turned on by her; he wasn’t be able to keep up the act any longer.  He tried to unbuckle his belt with one hand, but grew impatient and let go of her hair. She smirked to herself, so proud for bringing him to ruin.  She knew she was going to pay for it as soon as he freed himself, and it was so worth it.