on the chin. He staggered back, hurt for the first time and she tried to repeat the blow but he fended her off and countered with two rapid jabs to her ribs that stopped her in her tracks.
For a few seconds they circled each other warily, Brian tried to tempt her into a finger lock but Angel knew she couldn’t win a straight contest of strength and ignored it. As she moved, she could feel the weight of her breasts shift on her chest and Brian’s eyes kept flicking down towards them. She waited till it happened again and delivered a roundhouse kick that hurt him again as her foot slammed into his cheek. She tried to spin round fast enough to deliver another but found that he was ready and had caught her foot before it could connect. With both hands he twisted it and she screamed as she had to pirouette and collapse onto her face to avoid the pain. He was onto her at once, slamming down onto her back and crushing her. He dropped her foot and grabbed her right arm instead, twisting it high up her back. She knew his grip was too strong for her to break but at least she had got some hard blows in and he would remember her for a few days. The exertion had also allowed her to release her anger and she felt calmer and able to concentrate on her job once more. She would have to see what could be done for poor Sadia in due course.
But for now……..she bowed to the inevitable and fell forward, letting her body relax in submission.
Brian recognised the sign and climbed off her, coming to stand over her, breathing hard.
“Good fight, Angel. Thanks.”
He reached down to help her up and she struck.
She grabbed his wrist and twisted it savagely. At the same time she swung around on the ground and raised her legs as he fell. She got one foot under the arm she was twisting and the other up beside his jaw. Then she stretched her legs and pulled as he hit the ground, twisting his wrist upwards and holding him with rigid legs.
“Submit!” she hissed as she exerted her full strength and heard him cry out as his hand was bent up over his forearm. She adjusted her grip and was able to start bending in his little finger on itself. He cried out again, recognising that she could break it. She pushed hard at his wrist again and he answered her demand to submit.
Panting, she released him and immediately scrabbled away out of his reach before standing up.
Brian got slowly to his feet nursing his injured arm.
“You sly bitch!” he said, though to her irritation he was still smiling.
She tossed her hair back and reached for her jeans. “Anything goes, right? Anything at all in an arena.”
“She’s got a point,” Carlo put in.
“Yeah. Ha! That’ll teach me not to be a gentleman!” Brian even managed a short laugh as he worked his sore shoulder.
Angel couldn’t help feeling cheated at how easily he accepted her sharp practice as a sort of good joke at his expense and didn’t seem at all humbled or shamed.
At dinner that evening he even recounted the incident and Angel felt that she was being patronised in some strange way. If it had been her, she would have been enraged by being tricked and shown up in front of companions! He couldn’t possibly be a proper dom if he could take such things in his stride, she decided.
But it was odd how much she felt the need for a sub that night and asked Chrissie if she could have a groom, a bit earlier than on the previous night if possible as she needed to play.
“Have Patti,” the vet said. “I’ll have her sent to Dungeon Five if you like. It’s got some good frames and a medical bench.”
That sounded like what she needed and Chrissie summoned a Housegirl to take a message over to the CSL stable.
After dinner she excused herself from liqueurs in the Common Room and followed Chrissie’s directions downstairs from the back of the main hall and along well lit corridors, down further steps until finally she arrived at a low ceilinged, stone walled passage with thick wooden doors