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Pietor smirked. “Get your stretches in, love. I’d hate for you to pull anything.”
Ignoring him, I went through a familiar stretching routine that I used whenever I was working out. I even got Pietor to do a few rounds of Sun Salutations with me.
At first, Pietor taught me the best way to throw a punch and had me practice on the dummy. “You need to get used to hitting something with a face,” he’d said.
As far as I could tell, I was doing well. A light sheen of sweat formed on my brow, and I was sure to absorb every detail of Pietor’s instructions about form and precision. The truth was, I was a quick study—I always had been. When I was able to perform the same successful punches to his gloved hands, Pietor had deemed me worthy of sparring against him.
“Okay, show me what those classes taught you to do about an attacker.”
I nodded, and Pietor played the role brilliantly, coming right after me head-on. I was able to sidestep and nearly trip him at first, and then when he started in for me again, I spun sideways with my elbow up to block his trajectory toward me.
“Good, those are good instincts. Show me your response to rear attacks.”
Quirking my brow a little, I realized that there weren’t as many moves to call on in the event that my attacker was behind me. He surged forward, wrapping his arm around my neck. I twisted in, giving myself the leverage to elbow him in the stomach. We were both playing it relatively gently, and I was surprised when Pietor didn’t back off.
“Oh, no, sweetheart. A quick shot to the gut won’t stop somebody pissed at you. What else you got?”
Odd, nervous energy floated through my veins, surfacing like something you tried and failed to sink the lake.
I buckled down, thinking over what else I knew. I repeated the elbow move, then jammed my foot down on his, probably a bit harder than I should have. Pietor’s grip loosened, however, and I spun away from him.
“Okay, okay. Took you a second to find that in your head though. Let’s up the pace and the intensity. I want you to see about moving quickly. Decisively. Even if the strike isn’t great, if you can do it fast and then again and again, it can still get you out of trouble.”
We powered through several rounds after that, with Pietor teaching me the tiny adjustments I could make to each reaction that would improve the outcome if this were real. Our movements became something of a choreographed dance, even as the punches, kicks, and maneuvers changed. I got better at responding to the signals Pietor’s body language gave me, and the new techniques blended with my natural instincts.
It went…well.
Moreover, entwining like that with him made my blood begin to hum, and each time he pinned me to the floor to practice those escapes, my pussy clamped down. The reality of what I was preparing for was singed into my mind, but it did nothing to stop the way I ached for him.
It was just, well, it was sexy objectively. With my knowledge of what Pietor could do, with the visuals of his bare chest, and the way he was doing all this to help me? With all that, it became downright erotic.
As he towered over me on the floor, his mismatched eyes roaming my face, I felt the length of his thickening cock press between my legs.
My body was on fire. “Pietor, I—”
“Shut up. I…fucking hell, sweetness.” Pietor rolled his hips against me, and I let out a little squeak of approval.
In a move as quick as lightning, Pietor swept me up off the floor, hauling me up so that I sat around his waist as he walked us out of the gym.
“Where are we going?”
He smirked devilishly at me. “Somewhere I can get you naked—and fast.”
Chapter 24 - Pietor
I beelined for the locker room, getting us inside and locking the door behind us. There were so many options in terms of setting in here, but I just needed Billie now. My entire body was thrumming with a low base current of need, but behind that, deep in my subconscious, was a worry I didn’t want to face.
Taking her to the shower area, I stripped Billie of her thin black tank and shorts. They snagged on her shoes, and Billie tumbled into my chest with a giggle. She toed her sneakers off, yanking her sock afterward as I untied the drawstrings on my shorts.
“Is anyone going to come in here?” Her voice was hushed, and a lovely pink swelled behind her cheeks.
Cocking a brow, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs. “Would you like that, sweetheart?”
Billie’s eyes flared, and she shook her head. “No! Oh my God, that would be so embarrassing.”
“Hmm, maybe I like the idea of you embarrassed, that pink in your cheeks spreading across your entire body. Showing everyone here just who you belong to.”
Her pupils dilated, and I honestly considered unlocking that door. But right now, I needed something else from her—to be here, safe in my arms.
