Free Safeword: Matte by Candace Blevins

you can take me then here I am.”
    He relaxed his body and sauntered towards her. “Of course I can have you. You're mine. I just fucked you, remember? Me buried to the hilt in that pretty pussy of yours?”
    It almost worked. It almost made her just agree with him and go into his arms. Almost. She really was sore, really was afraid of how sex would feel with him right now, especially when he'd promised to be brutal this time.
    Spinning on the ball of her foot, rolling her body around his so she was behind him, she felt her hand hit hard surface as she punched him in the back of the bicep at an angle she knew would frog it with him not expecting it. It felt good to punch with all her might, and she followed it up with a kick to the back of his leg just below the knee before moving away from him. He didn't go down, but when he turned around he spun on the other leg, and he looked impressed. “This is going to be fun.”
    He came at her fast and she sidestepped him, barely making it. She knew he was cataloging her moves, but that was okay because she was doing the same with him. She had the upper hand here, she'd seen him fight, had even studied his fighting so she could help Tom figure out how to fight him, and he'd only seen her spar the one time. Of course, he was eight inches taller than her and a hundred and twenty pounds heavier, but size wasn't everything. Lucky for her, she knew how to use someone's size against them. The trick was going to be to keep him from grabbing her. She would have to be quick, go in and get out, staying close only long enough to put him on the run before backing up.
    Knowing better than to telegraph her plans, she got into position to sidestep him again, and watched him come at her. This time instead of sidestepping, she altered her stance at the last minute, shifting her weight and grabbing for him as he came, using his own momentum against him. A split second later he was lying flat on his back and she was moving away from him again.
    He rose up on one elbow, one knee bent so he looked totally at home, lounging naked in the grass, a pleased and very relaxed smile. “Oh, so that's the way you want to play. Okay, we can do that, too.”
    The next time he came at her she went into what Randy called her “rabid weed-eater impersonation,” punching and slicing and kicking until he backed off. She wasn't going to get cocky about it, she knew he could take her down with a few well-placed punches. So far he hadn't punched or kicked at all, just tried to control her. Making him back off didn't mean she was better than him, it just meant she was better than he'd expected.
    He rubbed the side of his face and then massaged his ear. “What the hell was that?”
    They were on opposite sides of the circle so she stood and relaxed her stance somewhat. “It was me fighting you. So far you've been down and I haven't. Maybe I need to go find a strap-on. Try my luck at fucking you.”
    Eyes twinkling as he grinned at her, he said, “Never going to happen, love. But I’ll give you a much deserved compliment – I want you to teach me that combo someday.”
    “Sure. But not today.” Looking down at his cock she said, “Are you playing with me until your cock is ready to get hard again? Or are you really having this hard of a time getting your hands on me enough to control me?”
    He shook his head. “Not playing with you. My cock will wait until I'm ready for him before he comes to attention.”
    They spent the next five or ten minutes feeling each other out, coming together and one or the other of them backing off. She put him on his back once more, but didn't want to risk trying it again because he darn near took control the last time she put him down.
    Finally, he came at her and managed to get ahold of her in a way she couldn't escape, and before she knew it she was on her knees with an arm up behind her back and he was behind her. She felt him moving into position and she raised her body up,