She watched from the shadows in the lane way, her chest heaving with excitement as the thick aggression in the air amplified. One after the other the two swung their wrapped fists into each other. Their bodies glistened with sweat and blood, their chests heaved, and her body vibrated with need. They fell heavily into the dirt together and wrestled for top position. Kai, a large muscular man with a shaved head, was trying to land punch after punch onto the bleeding face of Rane lying under neath him. He held his arms up to protect himself as he thrashed underneath for his freedom. The slipperiness of their bodies was of benefit to Rane who managed to slip out and get back to his feet. They met again in an explosion of wet aggression. A powerful hit to the jaw and Rane went down again. Kai knelt and took Rane's hair in his fist.
"Are you done?" He growled into his face.
"Yes." Rane shamefully managed to answer as his head spun and his vision faded. Kai dropped his head back to the ground and stood.
"Pathetic." He spat before turning swiftly on his boots and disappearing through a door.
She took a deep breath before stepping slowly out of the shadows. Her eyes narrowed and focused on Rane's barely moving body. She squatted next to him and put her hands to the sides of his face.
"Come on, let me help you." She spoke with a soft kind voice and his eyes blinked open. She helped him to his feet slowly and let him lean over her shoulder as they shuffled together.
"Who are you?" He eventually asked as they arrived at a dark red door close to where his body had been lying.
"Amaris." She pushed the door open and helped him inside. "Come, lie down." She led him to the side of the room and helped him onto a dark coloured couch. He sunk into the enveloping softness underneath him and relaxed.
"I'll be right back." She disappeared quickly and returned with a large bowl of warm water and some towels. Sitting next to him she began to gently wipe the sweat and blood from his face. He groaned as she ran the warmth across the tender flesh on his jaw.
"Shhhh." She hushed softly moving the towel down to his chest. Heat began running up her spine as she slowly cleaned his firm chest, and his groans were transformed into sighs. The warmth of the room and relaxing feel of her soft caresses eventually caused his heavy eyelids to drop closed.
She was still sitting next to him when he opened his eyes. He tried to move but found that he was unable.
"What is going on?" He asked softly through a crackling voice.
"Shhhh." She hushed placing her hand next to his face. "You are mine. I found you. Finder keepers." He tried to sit up but quickly discovered his hands were tied down, he wriggled his legs and found they were also tied down. His heart began to beat faster as he struggled against his binds.
"Look at you." She said ignoring his struggle. "You are just the prettiest thing when you're all clean." He looked up at her with a bewildered fear and she ran her hand down his chest and slid it into his pants. He was soft and she rolled it around in her fingers a little.
"What are you doing?" He asked her still trying to free himself. She looked into his eyes and continued to massage him.
"This is why you lost the fight. Any real man would be hard by now?" She teased.
"What?!" He began fighting against the binds as he tried to decipher the look in her eyes.
"Now I see that this is where you belong. Tied down like the little bitch you obviously are." She ripped her hand out from his pants and stood up next to him.
"Look at you, injured, soft, whining. Although...." She stopped her rant to move in close to his face. "You are very pretty. Perhaps you were just meant to be pretty." She turned and disappeared again, this time returning with a small bag. She stepped up onto the bed and flicked her long dress back out of the way before sitting heavily on his chest forcing a groan from his lips.
"Let's see just how pretty you are." She unzipped the small bag and pulled out a charcoal eyeliner. She slid her knees in close to his face and leant down.
