“No time like the present,” I grin at her, before picking her up and tossing her over my shoulders. She squeaks at the movement, her plump ass right beside me.
“Keola! Put me down you fucking brute,” she starts to swing her arms. I swat her ass, she lets out a gasp. I can’t help but smile at the reminder of the little moans she let out last time it was smacked. I’m going to get those moans again, while being productive.
We bypass everyone, the turn of smiles on my brothers’ face giving approval and a silent pat on the back. She starts to squirm, my mind starts to wander into dangerous territory, thinking about what if her hands and ankles were bound, a hunter claiming his prey. More like a devil claiming his angel. I start getting hard with that thought.
“Keola,” she whines, distracting me as we continue to head towards the barn. I’ll lock the doors but I won’t tell her.
“Yes?”
“What exactly is your plan here? Training me in what? Guns? Knives? If it’s knives, I’ll train with Tessa and you can do whatever you need to,” her words are rushed, her heartbeat racing.
“The only thing I want to do isyou. Now unless you want me to put something in that mouth of yours, I suggest you listen more, talk less,” I growl out, knowing her cheeks would be flushed.
“Fine,” she says.Brat.
The barn is used often, especially when someone needs to blow off steam, sharpen our skills, or even merely entertainment. On the outside, a typical barn, and on the inside, equipped with boxing rings, targets, and weights. Everything I need to begin teaching my woman how to defend herself, and perhaps my own entertainment.
I set her down as she takes in the barn, examining every corner of it. She pauses by a board, I softly chuckle.
“Why is Tessa’s name here? What the hell do the marks mean?” She’s talking about the chalk board with various names on it.
“That would our version of saying who you don’t fuck around with. The marks mean how many takedowns she's had in the ring.”
“Fuck if she’s got so many, why are you training me?” she jokes, but the possessiveness in me says otherwise.
I walk closer to her, closing the gap between us. “You think I can’t teach you? I can’t protect you?”
Her eyes widened, she started stuttering, “No. No. I. I think you, you can.”
Time to play.
“Lesson one. You have to trust your senses,” I begin. She watches me, being wary of my movements.
“Sounds simple enough,” she starts to get cocky.
I have plans for her. The light in the barn adds to the temptation she is. I walk over to the section of storage pulling on the drawer, grabbing one thing that won’t be simple for her.
“Turn around,” I command.
She straightens up, and slowly turns away from me, her back to me. I slowly walk to her, she doesn’t turn back. I can see the wall of control breaking, submitting.
“When you lose one of your senses, studies show that your other ones heighten. Unfortunately, one of the first ones is going to be sight,” I start, standing behind her, taking the dark cloth over her head, placing it over her eyes. “We’ll start there.”
Her breathing becomes even. She’s preparing herself for what’s to come, but she has no idea what I have in mind.
“If this is some perverted, horny way of getting me to suck your dick, there were other ways,” she says. I tie the cloth tightly, making her jolt as I did. My hand snaked down her back as I leaned towards her ear. “Less talking, more listening.” I grab her ass, squeezing it. “Next I’ll take your voice.”
She moans at the words, now her mind is spinning. “Trying to scare me, it’s not working.”
I take a step back, letting the air breath in anticipation. She freezes, she doesn’t feel me, not my presence. I take a few steps more, her hands start waving in the air. “Okay, this is not funny.”
I think it is. I place obstacles and items around the ring. She’s going to work and understand why I’m doing this.
I need her senses to heighten, I need her to trust herself and her instincts to make decisions in times of stress. And if she’s good, there might be a reward.
“You’re going to take a lap around the ring. If you make it without falling, we’ll move on and you’ll be rewarded,” I start but am interrupted.
“Easy,” she says cockily.
