Jada and Ayano - Collection 01

After another series of fast, heavy punches, Draghici's mouth sprayed blood. Draghici was pissed and it made him sloppy. The ref broke them up and, after a few minutes, they resumed fighting. Ayano continued jabbing and followed through with a short, measured uppercut, all of the muscles in his shoulder blades and back rippling beneath his sweaty skin. Draghici had blood pouring out of a wound above his left eyebrow. The medics examined him again, but they determined the injury was not going to stop bleeding. Ayano had won the third and final round.

Jada's table and many others erupted into applause. The announcer's voice declared the win and loud, cheesy music blasted out of the speakers. Jada smiled to herself, almost feeling guilty for enjoying such a violent, macho sporting event. She watched Ayano soak in all the applause, looking very proud and exhausted. There was something very appealing about seeing him this way, muscles bulging and another man's blood splattered on his gloves and forearms. Nothing bad could possibly happen to her with this man at her side, she thought. Since she had grown up mostly without a father and no big brothers, she felt like she had to defend herself all the time. It was comforting to know when someone had her back. Ayano had been placed firmly atop a pedestal in her mind.

The image of Ayano victorious stayed with Jada through the last four fights. She jumped into the conversation- when it was in English- but only to be polite. Getting her hands on Ayano and touching his hot flesh, feeling his wildly beating heart was all she could think about. It was an unexpected and all-consuming craving.

When it all ended, they stayed at the table to wait for Ayano while the crowd cleared out. Varujan came over and distributed the winnings and, as Nikos had said, he made no vulgarities toward Jada but made no such accommodation for the other women at the table. She had no idea what the man had said to them, but she recognized the lecherous tone he used and the false smiles in return.

Ayano came out of the locker room and bounded over to the table. Everyone congratulated him and showed off their wads of cash. Varujan pulled Ayano to the side and said a few things quietly into his ear. Although Varujan was older and in a more obvious position of authority, Jada thought he was deferring to Ayano. And, if Ayano reported to him, Varujan would have had no problem being gross toward her.

"<Hate to break it to you, but Rasvan still hasn't paid for the last three fights. And there was that business in Zagreb. Turns out it was true. They will be here by tomorrow,>" Varujan said to Ayano.

"<What a pity. I liked him. Is he still here?>" Ayano asked.

"<Close by. I said I would speak with you and he seemed to think that your friendship would cover these large problems. I'd check that pub right in town here, next to the bakery,>" Varujan continued.

"<Sergei, Dumitru, come with me for a minute. Iosif, Nikos, please make arrangements for the girls. If they want to go home, get 'em there but I wanted to hit up Tomescu's for a drink or two. We'll meet you there in twenty minutes,>" Ayano spoke to the group in Romanian quickly. Jada had no chance of catching anything. "Jada, we have to go talk to someone. Can you meet me at the club in twenty minutes?" he asked her.

"Sure. Everything okay?" she asked, knowing she'd receive no information.

"Yeah, yeah, fine. See you soon, iubi. <Let's go,>" he said to Sergei and Dumitru. He nodded to Nikos and Iosif and they split up.

Jada got in one of the two cars headed to the club, Tomescu's. The women came along, too. It was a short drive away, in a better neighborhood than the arena. There was a dance floor and a few costumed women dancing on stage.

"This isn't a strip club, is it?" she asked Nikos, over the house music.

"No, lots of clubs have dancers. They keep their clothes on," Nikos replied. Jada noticed a lot of vinyl clothing and fake tits. She decided not to comment.

Iosif appeared to have secured a table in a roped-off area. An equally huge guy waved them all by to the table on a raised platform.

"Get whatever you want," Nikos told Jada as a waitress approached. She ordered champagne, the best they had, to show off. Ayano could afford it. Iosif had been sticking to beer since he was the designated driver and outright sobriety was evidently not an acceptable option. He chatted with Loredana, who he seemed to know pretty well. Jada saw people in the crowd pointing out their table to others, too drunk to be doing it with any subtlety.

Ayano, Sergei, and Dumitru rejoined them before Jada had even poured a second glass of champagne. She poured one for Ayano as he sat down beside her. He had obviously showered, but his body heat was still unreal. Jada kissed him and he reciprocated attentively as everyone shouted and laughed and drank.

"How'd you like the fight, iubi?" he asked coyly, lighting a cigarette.

"How do you think I liked it?" she deflected, smiling furtively.

She was hesitant to reveal how exhilarated she felt. She wasn't one of these chicks who kissed biceps and drooled over her testosterone-filled man. Yet, at the same time, she found herself touching his back beneath his T-shirt, running her fingers down his arm, and being in constant contact with his bare flesh. This was not lost on Ayano at all. He was eating it up. He also made sure to ask her if anyone had bothered her, and of course, no one had.

The club was fun enough, but Jada wanted him all to herself. She kept thinking about his body weight pressing on top of her once they got home. Of course, they both would have gotten ribbed by everyone if they disappeared too soon. The two of them stayed for an hour, Ayano downing several shots to catch up to the group, until Jada looked at him with eyes that called out "please? let's go" as she raked her fingernails gently down his back. If she had one more drop of alcohol, she would be too drunk to do all the things she wanted to do to him.

Ayano announced in Romanian that they were leaving, which led to many cries of protest. Jada wished they could have just disappeared, but it would have been rude. Ayano waved off their complaints.

"Băi, ești sub papuc rău! Cine ar fi crezut că păsărica te va coborî în seara asta?! Că e sub papuc!" Sergei shouted at him for all to hear, followed by a roar of laughter. Jada recognized the word for "slipper" or "shoe" from her shopping trip with Antonija and "sub" most likely meant under, like in submarine. Under the slipper. Got it, she thought. Ha, ha. They were saying he's whipped. There were worse things they could be saying, she thought, as they walked off.

LET'S GO HOME

Iosif got up to drive them home. The Benz limo had a divider for sound privacy, but the interior was completely visible to anyone. Jada held the back of Ayano's neck firmly and kissed him adoringly, her attraction to him becoming immeasurable.

"You were amazing up there. I've never seen you move like that," she purred into his ear.

"You've seen lots of my moves," he said, sounding close to modest.

"I like all of them," she said, groping his chest. "I want to fight like that."

"You will. You're very good," he replied, gripping her bicep.

"I keep training, but I'm fucking my teacher so it's hard to stay focused," she said, kissing his neck.

"Fucking is very important, too. You're doing some very advanced fucking these days," he teased her, kissing her passionately the rest of the way back to his house.

Jada wanted to be wild for him, she wanted to make him feel as spectacular as she thought he was. She remembered how flattering it was when he got into the shower with his clothes still on to fuck her, like he just couldn't wait, so she thought it would be a good idea to jump him the moment they shut the front door.

When the car stopped in front of his house, they collected themselves and got out. Ayano thanked Iosif, they joked about something, and then Ayano appeared to be insisting that he take a big tip before he left. Iosif switched to his own car and headed off. Then, Ayano went up the stairs quickly to unlock the door. As he was putting down his duffel bag inside, Jada closed the door behind them and looked at him fiercely. She watched it dawn on him that he was about to get jumped and he loved it.

She grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it off of him. He grabbed her top, too, and pulled it off. Off came her skirt and his pants. He was kissing her as he undid her bra when she told him "Fuck me right here on the floor. Now." Her body pressed against his as she grabbed his cock, feeling him get hard.

She got down on the carpet, on top of her discarded skirt. Maybe it would prevent rug burn. He pressed his body down on top of her.

"I wanted you on top of me all night!" she breathed heavily, their bodies tangling with each other.

"Yeah?" he asked. He tore off her panties, which made her flinch. She felt so erotically vulnerable to this hulking monster about to have his way with her. He plied her thighs open and fucked her pussy with his finger as she moaned. "Fuck, you are ready to go!!"

"You were a fucking beast up there!" she panted. He growled and bit one of her nipples. "Ah! Fuck me, Ayano!"

He quickly got his boxers off and roughly penetrated her, lying on top of her and staring at her intensely. She felt insatiable, like he couldn't fuck her hard enough. Her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, harder, and deeper as she screamed variations of "yes!" and "fuck!"

"You like that?" he panted. "Get on top of me," he ordered. They moved expertly to reposition. She straddled him dominantly. There he was, this bloodthirsty fighter, and she was on top of him, the only one who could tame him.

"Damn! Ah! I'm taking you... to so many... fights if they get you like this!" he said, still panting while letting his thumb find her clit and rubbing it madly. Jada laid her palms flat on his torso so she could bounce on him with more leverage. She loved looking at his broad pecs and all the muscles in his arms rippling as he pulled her hips. She was so hopelessly aroused by this man. Then, she felt her thighs getting wet.

"Baby, did you cum already?" she asked, slowing down slightly.

"No, iubi. That's all you. Your tight little cunt is soaking wet," he said with a wolfish smile. A pink flush spread across Jada's face. He started bouncing her again, this time slapping her ass.

"Oh!" Jada squeaked. She continued to rock back and forth and then leaned forward to expose more of her ass. Her erect nipples dragged up and down his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" he groaned. "You want some more?"

"Slap my ass so hard... please..." she asked him. Her lips pouted at him while she gyrated her hips to jiggle her ass. Ayano growled at her and started to slap her ass as he thrusted upward.

"Can we film this sometime? I need to see your ass--" he started to say. Jada put a hand on his mouth and glared at him playfully. Her knees dragged on the carpet as she rode him harder and harder. Jada's body jolted her with a vicious orgasm. She cried out, her mind temporarily erased as she climaxed. He came inside her with an equally potent orgasm. Jada collapsed on top of him, so grateful to finally have him again.

"The yin to my fucking yang, Jada. Damn, that was good. I want you at all my fights," he said to her, their hearts drumming together as if frantically knocking to enter one and other's habitats.

"Ow, I have rug burn on my knees," she whined. "And by the way, it's exhausting to watch you all night and think about fucking you," she complained jokingly, completely aware of how the fight was much more taxing. She got up and started gathering her clothes.

"You're funny, iubi." he said, grabbing his clothes too.

"I know. My poor baby was in the ring! For real, though, are you okay? Did you get hurt?" she asked, heading up the stairs.

"Not really, just tired. I know you would probably like some more, but I'm seriously going to sleep right now. I'm taking a piss and passing the fuck out," he said, following her. To turn down more sex, she thought, he must truly be exhausted.

Jada got ready for bed and he was asleep by the time she joined him. She rested her head on his shoulder and put her arm across his torso. It was the most peaceful sleep she'd had in a long time.

BATH

Jada got ready for bed and he was asleep by the time she joined him. She rested her head on his shoulder and put her arm across his torso. It was the most peaceful sleep she'd had in a long time. So deep, that when she awoke in the late morning, it felt like she'd only just closed her eyes.

"Ah, Jada, I'm sore. I'm so sore." he complained.

"I'm always sore after a lot of Răz-nevă. Do you want to take a bath with me?" she suggested, lying on his chest.

"Ooh. Yes. That sounds perfect."

"Hot or cold?"

"Hot."

"Okay, it'll be just a minute." she said, getting up. His giant bathroom had a separate room for the toilet. The bath was filling up as she went about her morning routine. She put up her hair and got in.

"C'mon, get in!" she called over to him. She heard him groan as he got up. He joined her after he took a piss and brushed his teeth.

"That's better. Mmm, c'mere." he beckoned. The bath was so large, it easily accommodated the two of them. On the inside, it was white, with whirlpool jets. The outside was slate, to match the rest of the bathroom. She even noticed backlighting around the tub, which probably looked cool at nighttime.

She sat between his legs, her back to him. He lathered up his hands with the soap and slid them down her back, her arms, and her breasts. Jada couldn't help but think this would be the perfect time for him to tell her he loved her, but she wasn't going to push it. She moaned as he coaxed her nipples to get hard. He got more soap and slid down to her belly. She leaned back and kissed him, his hands treading slowly up and down her body.

"Where's it hurt?" she asked him.

"My shoulder. Both shoulders. And my ribs. Back's tired, too." he sighed. She turned around and gently kissed each of his shoulders.

"Why'd you use a left-handed stance?" she asked.

"Bruce Lee did it, too. He said having your dominant hand in front lets the jab become more powerful. And the jab's the most important punch." he revealed.

"You were so fast out there, too. And no one in the whole place would fuck with me because they knew I'm with you." she gushed.

"Footwork drills. You have to do them over and over and over." he lectured, like a teacher. Then he kissed her cheek. "And I'm glad no one fucked with you."

"Tell me about the matador feint." she said, leaning back against him again.

"Okay, well, the punch that hits you isn't the hardest one, it's the one you don't see coming. When the guy gets his hands up to block his face, he can only see you through his arms, right?" he told her.

"Yeah."

"So, you keep a glove in front of him and with your fast footwork, you pivot one foot behind him. He thinks you're still in front of him 'cause he sees the glove. Then he leaves his side open and you clock him. He can't block what he can't see." he explained. "You can also block his vision by crossing the midline with your left-handed punches. The left hand crosses over and blocks the gap between his blocking arms. Once he's trying to block you, you just keep throwing shit he can't see."

"But how do you get that fast?"

"You have to train your brain to process more quickly. There are exercises for that, too." he said, slumping further down into the water to submerge his shoulders. Jada leaned forward and turned around.

"Can you show me?"

"Yeah, I can show you..." he said, imitating her eager, youthful tone. "But you have to watch and rewatch videos of your fights, other people's fights... it takes a long time to get good at it."

"I'm not going anywhere," she assured him. Then, she was worried she might sound like she was bringing up commitment. "God, that was a good fight. Am I a bad person 'cause I liked watching you hurt somebody?" she asked.

"No, of course not. It was just a fight. I'll keep training you. The Art of War says 'know the enemy and know yourself and you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.' You're going to be--" he said, about to go off on one of his Răz-nevă rants.

"Ayano, does that guy Varujan report to you?" she interrupted.

"Varujan's the bookie..." he said evasively.

"I know that. That's not what I asked," she persisted. "You seem to command a lot of respect for a metallurgist," she said, kissing his cheek.

"The people of Romania value--" Ayano was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

"Are you expecting someone?" Jada asked, surprised and slightly irritated by the interruption but also mad that he was about to insult her intelligence.

"I asked Sergei to bring me something that makes me feel better after a fight," he said, climbing out of the bath. He put on a robe and went downstairs. She sighed. Perfect timing. She could tell he was right about to lie to her anyway. Shortly, she got tired of waiting for him and hovered by the bedroom door in her towel.

"<...and the shipment to Belarus?> Ayano was asking in Romanian.

"<All but one person is on the payroll. We did ask nicely,>" Sergei replied.

"<Well, if he gets in the way, kill him,>" he said casually.

"<Of course.>"

"<And thanks for this, I really appreciate it. I wasn't getting out to do this today with her around,>" Ayano said, holding up an unusually thick folded newspaper.

"<Thank her for whatever she said to Tanea,>" Sergei smirked.

"<Nice. She has great tits,>" Ayano congratulated him.

"<She does. Well, I won't keep you. Go easy on her, eh?>" Sergei patted Ayano's shoulder.

"<She actually has carpet burn on her knees today! She begged me to fuck her right here on the floor when we got home!! She really liked the tournament!!>" Ayano said and they both laughed.

Ayano said goodbye and shut the door behind Sergei. Jada saw him disappear into another room downstairs. What was he up to? The language was like pouring rain and she had only a few pots to catch it in. Something in Belarus, pay, and then morati- that could be kill, like morte- death, but it could also be like morar, to inhabit. And then tits, they were definitely talking about tits. After spending so much time with Ayano's friends, she picked up lots of words like tits, slut, ass, and fucking. She considered asking him whose tits they were talking about, but she decided she wasn't going to reveal she was learning Romanian until the right moment.

Right as Jada finished getting dressed, Ayano returned.

"Awww, that's a fucking shame. You're dressed," he said, walking in with a spring in his step.

"You were taking too long. What did he bring you?"

"Just some traditional remedies," he said vaguely.

"Really?" Jada asked, scrutinizing him.

"Really. I don't do steroids, it's too early in the day for coke. What else could you be thinking?" he asked, playfully unzipping the skirt she had just zipped up.

"Why won't you just tell me, then?"

"What, after you shitted-- shat-- all over my Romanian superstitions? I'll have you know that Dumitru's cousin washed her hair on a Tuesday just ONE TIME and her house burnt to the ground by nightfall!" he said, grabbing her leg and making her sit down on the bed. He removed her shoe and went after the other.

"I'm just mad you left the bathtub. You left me there to prune away," she lamented. "Give me back my shoe!"

"Do you have somewhere to go?" he asked, unzipping her skirt again.