25

A week later, Gage had sent Isis early to the stadium. She was to give Davis contracts for his upcoming pay-per-view match.

When he arrived with the Justice team, he headed into the arena wearing simple gym clothes ready for his next segment with Breaker. They would sign their contracts for the next big event in the ring that night.

IWX authorities had fined Breaker for his trick at the live show. Davis Preston would not allow that sort of reckless behavior to happen on his show, at least not without some sort of payback. He would allow Gage to fight back in a hardcore street fight to even the odds.

As he arrived, Gage saw Isis talking and laughing with someone down the hall from his locker room. The rest of the guys had already headed in. He went a little closer, seeing one of the jobber wrestlers flirting with her. She was blushing, and the man brushed her hair over her ear and whispered something to her.

Gage shoved a stage prop out of his way with a tremendous crash. They turned to see Gage glaring at them, panting like a wild animal.

Her smile quickly faded. “Sorry, Matty. I should go. Nice talking to you.”

She walked down the hall to the angry Gage. He was furious and looked like he was ready to fight someone.

“What the hell was that?” He growled.

“You don’t own me. You don’t get to say who I talk to.”

She walked past him, and he grabbed her arm.

“Always the attitude with you. Do you want that wannabe rockstar freak? Huh? Look at me, damn it! I’m talking to you!”

He was mad and didn’t care who heard them.

Isis looked up with fire in her eyes. She had enough. A week of Gage bossing her around was enough. She stomped his foot hard and hit him in the face.

“FUCK YOU!”

He grabbed his foot and rubbed his face in utter disbelief. She hit him.

“Dang, she hits hard,” he thought. Something about her standing up to him gave him some sense of pride. But the fact remained, she disrespected him. That he didn't tolerate.

He pushed her against the wall with his chest, forcing her to look him in the eye. “No, fuck you! I’m sick of this shit. You need to have some damn respect. If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t be here, so remember that sweetheart. Now, get in that damn room; sit down and shut up. Don’t start that crying shit either. You better be damn sure you’re right by me the rest of the night.”

His jealousy was getting the best of him. Seeing her with a clueless jobber infuriated him, reminding him of his cheating ex-wife. He didn’t mean his words, but the thought of the man touching Isis fueled him with jealousy that he couldn’t contain.

Isis went into the room and flopped down in a chair. Acting like a child, she crossed her arms and pouted as she glared at him.

“Good girl. Do as you're told,” he scolded.

“You’re a dick!” She just sat with her face scrunched and ready to pounce.

“Oh shit, here we go again. Why don’t you two stubborn asses just get a room? Fuck and get it over with? This is getting old.” Nick got up and left the room while Drake followed, shaking his head at the annoying duo.

“You two are like two kids on the playground. What are you going to do next, Gage? Pull her ponytails?” Drake huffed.

Gage threw down his bag, watching her every move. Something had to give. This was getting out of hand, and they both knew it.

***

Later that night, Gage was in a match with the younger wrestler, Matty. Just as they suspected, things got a little out of hand. Isis was by Gage’s side during the match but would rather be anywhere but. The match ended up being another shoot, and the script went out the window.

Gage hit Matty on purpose, and the man retaliated by knocking him out of the ring. Resulting in Gage cutting his head open again from falling onto the announce table corner.

Isis ran to his side to help him up, seeing it was not part of the match. The impact cut Gage deep this time, and she knew he needed help. He pushed her away and finished the match, resulting in Gage taking the win out of pure fury and adrenaline.

After it was over, she helped Gage up the ramp, keeping her character as his faithful female protege. Once backstage, she rushed to help stop the bleeding. He was gushing blood, and his face looked like a crimson mask. Someone handed Isis a towel, and she went to work to stop the bleeding. He shoved her away again and yanked the towel from her hand.

Concerned, she followed Gage back to the locker room. Without a second thought, she went to her bag and grabbed a first aid kit. The other guys had left the room for their segments, and the room was silent. Going over to him, Isis grabbed some water and started opening the kit. She tried taking the towel, and Gage waved her away.

“Oh stop, ya big baby. Let me help you. You’re bleeding bad this time. We need to see how bad it is. I saw you hit the corner of the table. Please, Gage. Just let me help you. I’m worried. I don’t like to see you hurt.”

He looked up at her with a relinquishing sigh.

“Please?” she pleaded.

“Fine.” He moved the towel, and she washed away the blood with the towel and water.

“It looks superficial. You’ll live. Just a blow to the temple.”

She worked to fix his wound, and he sat looking at her with a hint of sadness in his expression. She finished and took the back of her hand, rubbing it down the side of his face.

“It is swelling a little. Let me get you some ice.”

She fixed an ice pack from an ice bucket the stagehands had set in the room. Scooting next to him on the couch, she pulled him to her.

“Here, lay down on my lap. I know it must hurt. You’re a big strong guy, but that was a hard hit to the head. You’ll have a headache later.”

Gage laid his head in her lap as Isis held the ice and stroked his hair to soothe him. He closed his eyes, just letting her help. He wanted to forget about what he saw earlier, but flashes of seeing the man touch her were eating at him. He lost Summer, and he knew if he kept up his facade, he would lose Isis before he ever had her.

“So, you like him? He’s a little nicer than I am, I guess,” Gage mumbled.

“Like who? Oh, Matty? No. He was just telling me a joke when you came up. He’s said nothing out of the way to me and is very polite.” Isis said, shaking her head. “He’s a little young for my taste.”

“Didn’t look that way. A guy pushing hair over a girl’s ear isn’t just friendly banter. That’s flirting.” He got up and took the ice.

“It was nothing. My hair got stuck in my lipstick. He moved it to be nice. You should try it sometimes. From what I used to hear, you were good at being a nice guy. I wish I knew that guy.”

He just rolled his eyes at her comment. “Why would you want to know him? He ended up being weak. He let people walk all over him.”

“I don’t know. I just think if you were that guy again maybe you could…” She dropped her head, fidgeting with her fingertips.

“Could what?” He looked over at her.

She looked back up and got up from her seat. Moving his arms off his lap, she sat in their place, taking the ice pack.

“I could learn, you know. To submit to you.”

She stroked the back of her hand down the side of his face, and Gage let his eyes fall shut. Her touch was all he wanted. He craved it.

“You don’t know what that means. You would have to let everything go. Stop trying to be in control so much. Let me be in charge and allow me to take care of you. You’re too strong-willed.” He took her hand in his, kissing it. “I wish I could explore this with you, Isis. I don’t think you know what being submissive means. I don’t think I could be the one to show you how. I wouldn’t want to break your spirit. Unless you can stop fighting me, it will never work.”

“I want to learn. I want you to show me what you want. Please, let me try?” She ran her fingers over his lips.

Moving her from his lap, he went to the door, locking it.

“Come to me. Now.” He insisted with a firm tone. She sauntered to him, unsure of what to expect. “This is your first lesson in submission.”

He grabbed her wrist, throwing them over her head, shoving her against the door. Slipping his leg between her thighs, Isis felt a warmth rise inside her. She felt her core tighten with the thoughts of him taking her against the cold steel door.

Gage leaned down to meet her height with his lips hovering over her neck. She struggled, a little scared of what he might do to her. Thrilled at the excitement of his touch, she wriggled under him. His grip tightened. The look of the devil within him was different now; replaced with desire. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but she wanted to find out.

“Trust me. Don’t struggle. It just makes it worse. Relax.” He took one hand, holding both of hers above her. The other he put around her neck gently while smelling the scent of her perfume. Her body shivered at his stronghold, and the feel of his body pressed against hers.

“Don’t hurt me… please,” she whispered.

“I won’t hurt you. It’s about trust. Right now, you’re doing good, but I don’t think you can hold out. Your smart mouth gets you in trouble.” He was enjoying this more than he expected and felt his hardness swell against her. “When you submit, you get rewarded. When you don’t… well... there are consequences. What I saw with that rookie. I don’t like it. You’re mine. I don’t want other men touching you. I don’t share.”

“Yours?” Her heart leaped at the thought.

“There will be consequences for what happened earlier. Tomorrow you’ll learn exactly what that is. You will go to the locker room after your match and you will sit quietly, no matter what. You will not protest. You will not yell or bicker with me. You will let me be in charge. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Mister Stone. I understand.”

Isis’s body hurt, desperately wanting him. The pain between her things begged for a release. She arched to meet his body with her needy mound, but he resisted. His thigh pressed firming between hers was driving her wild and unable to move to release the pressure building there.

Gage pressed it firmly against her core, teasing her, feeling her desperately trying to grind into him. A sly smile crept across his face when he heard the moan escape her. He was going to enjoy taming her.

He freed her hands, and she rubbed her wrist to relieve the pressure. Squeezing her legs together, nothing was going to subside that need but having him deep inside her.

“Sweet, Isis. You don’t understand what you’re asking of me. But you will.”

Gage kissed her cheek and unlocked the door. Leaving her breathless, he grabbed his bags and headed to the limo.

Isis felt her core tingle with want and wetness pooling between her thighs. What was happening to her? What had she agreed to?