“Trust me.”
I bend my knees and throw my weight forward like he told me. His grip loosens just enough. I twist, using his arm as leverage, and suddenly we’re moving fast.
He lets it happen.
That realization hits me as hard as the mat when we go down.
I land straddling him, hands braced on his chest, breath coming in sharp little pulls. He’s flat on his back beneath me, eyes dark, chest rising fast.
For a second, neither of us moves.
His hands are planted on the mat, deliberately not touching me. “Good girl,” he says hoarsely.
And just like that, my panties are soaking, and my cheeks are on fire.
“Very good.” He coughs out.
I stare down at him, aware of everything. His warmth, his strength under me, the way my body feels too aware, too alive.
My hair falls forward and brushes his face. His jaw tightens.
“This is a vulnerable position,” he continues, his voice now more controlled. “If you hesitate, you lose.”
So I don’t. I put both of my hands around his throat, pinning him, making his eyes go wide.
“And now?” I ask, smugly.
Something flashes through his eyes. Hunger. Restraint. Both. “Now,” he says slowly, “you would strike. Or run. You aren’t strong enough to strangle me, and both my hands are free.”
I don’t do either.
I stay exactly where I am, heart racing, power humming through me.
His voice drops. “You feel it, don’t you?”
I nod. I feel the way I react to him. The way his eyes burn into mine. How safe I feel.
“That’s instinct,” he says. “That’s what keeps you alive.”
Oh. We’re not quite on the same wavelength. I was thinking about how I can feel his cock hardening beneath me.
His gaze flicks to my mouth, then back to my eyes, like he’s forcing himself to look away.
“Get up,” he adds softly. “Before this stops being training and we do something neither of us can take back.”
I push off him, legs shaky as I stand.
But the air between us stays charged.
And we both know something just shifted.
I’m back on my feet, lungs heaving like I’ve run half a marathon.
“What next then, trainer?” I ask, forcing lightness into my voice, trying to shove the awkward tension between us somewhere it won’t choke me.
“I want to show you something.”
I bite my lip. Whatever he’s about to show me, I already know it isn’t what I want it to be. Not after I felt his monster of a cock getting hard. That doesn’t stop the curiosity curling low in my stomach.
