Page 38 of Dragon Me Through Space

I nodded and looked up at him. “Yes.”

“Very well, let’s start with a chokehold escape,” he said.

He stepped behind me, wrapped his arm around my throat, and squeezed just enough to put pressure on my throat. “What would you do in this situation?” he asked, his lips right next to my ear and breath causing some loose strands to blow forward.

An involuntary shiver went through me and I adjusted my stance as my lower body warmed. “I, um, would do this.” I attempted to stomp on his foot and elbow him in the stomach, but he stepped back and turned his body so I missed.

“That’s exactly the first thing they’re going to expect you to do,” he said. “For you, someone they will view as not a threat, go deadweight. It will surprise them and they will stumble. Then you have the advantage.”

“Deadweight?” I asked, brows raised. “Won’t that put me more in their hold?”

“No. Even if they expect it, they have to waste time readjusting their stance, which gives you those precious milliseconds. Try it.”

“Okay,” I said and took a deep, slow breath. When I started my exhale, I dropped, giving him all of my weight.

He stumbled and I was able to twist out of his hold. He smiled at me. “Perfect.”

After another hour of training on getting out of holds, we switched to how to get out of being pinned.

My breath and heart were fast as he pinned me beneath his body, his warmth seeping into me and making me think of all kinds of things.

His brow furrowed as I panted beneath him. “Are you okay? You seem winded, but we haven’t done much.”

“I, uh, I’m fine,” I said as I squirmed beneath him.

A smirk formed and he leaned forward, dropping his face down next to mine. “Are you turned on, pet? Has me manhandling you caused your body to react to mine?”

There was no point in lying, he would know.

“Yes,” I breathed and squirmed again.

He pressed his hips down harder into me. “Would you like to end our session and alter our date plan?”

His erection grew between us, pressing into me.

Even though it made me seem like a horny mess, I nodded and begged, “Please.”

He made a sound close to purring and said, “Oh, I like it when you beg, pet. Say it again and I’ll reward you.” He ground his erection against my folds, eliciting a gasp from me.

“Please, Preston,” I begged.

In two quick movements, he had me flipped over onto my knees and my pants off.

I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing when he flipped onto his back and started licking me.

A moan slipped out and I gripped the mat. Zeke had been good, but Preston’s tongue was amazing. My orgasm hit faster than ever before and I almost collapsed onto him.

He gripped my hips and pulled me backwards, making me yelp in shock. He chuckled as he positioned my hips over his, his erection pressing against my entrance. “Did I startle you?” he guessed.

Leaning up, I placed my hands on his chest and slowly lowered my hips, letting the tip of him slide into my completely drenched core. “A little,” I admitted.

His fingers dug into my hips as I continued to slowly ease down, teasing him and letting my body get used to his width. He reached up and pulled my shirt off over my head, then my bra, though that one was a bit trickier since the sports bra didn’t have a clasp and almost got stuck on my arms.

We laughed as I disentangled from the piece of clothing and slid my necklace to my back, but my laughter quickly changed to a gasping moan as he cupped my breasts and stroked his thumbs across my nipples.

I dropped down so that he was fully sheathed within me up to his knot and I wiggled my hips to grind myself against the hard bulge.

“Have you taken a knot yet, pet?” he asked.