“Always put the safety on when you’re done shooting. Even when it’s not loaded.” He takes the gun from my hands and sets it down on the table before he reaches up and gently removes my earmuffs. I turn to him, searching his face for any sign of approval. He smiles warmly at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You did really well,” he compliments, his voice soft. Then he leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “I’m proud of you, my kitty cat.”
THIRTY-SIX
Now that weare done with the gun training, I want to show Carolina some more self-defense techniques, so we move to the specialized training area at the back of the facility.
She scowls at me. “Clay, I am done for today. Can we do this another time?”
“Do you say that to an attacker too? ‘No, please, mister boogie man, I had a long night getting railed by my boyfriends. Can you please kidnap me another time?’” I do a poor job imitating her in a high voice.
She glares at me. “I don’t sound like that, dickhead.”
“Good, there is the fire. Come on, let’s use it.” I smirk at her. I have the Beretta in my hand and double-checked to make sure it is empty and the safety is on. “Look, I won’t even make you break out of holds today. What I want is for you to learn how to disarm me.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds so much easier,” she snarks, rolling her eyes.
“Listen, the guys we think are out to hurt you are police officers or ex-gangsters. They know how to use a gun, and they would use a gun against you. Knowing how to get me to lose the gun could give you seconds that will decide if you die or live.”
I know this sounds dramatic, but fuck, it is.
“Fine, what do I do?” she asks, relaxing her stance.
“I’m going to point the gun at you,” I warn, and her breath hitches, but she nods, so I raise the gun, pointing it directly at her chest. My heart pounds in my chest, hating the feeling of this scenario. “First, you want to move out of the line of fire,” I direct. “Step to the side like this.” I demonstrate, stepping to my left. She mimics the movement, stepping to my right. “Good,” I encourage. “Now, you want to control the weapon. Grab the gun’s barrel with one hand and the back of my hand with the other.” I hold out my arm, and she follows my instructions, grabbing the gun and my hand. “Now, twist the gun out of my hand like this.” I show her the movement, and she copies me, twisting the gun out of my hand and stepping back. I smile at her, pleased. “Perfect,” I praise her. “Now, let’s try it again, a little faster this time.”
We repeat the exercise several times, each time getting a little faster and more fluid. I sense her gaining confidence with each repetition. After a few more tries, I nod approvingly. “Great job. Remember, the most important thing is to stay calm and focused. And always, always, move out of the line of fire first.”
We make our way to the lockers where we left our jackets, and I notice it is already late afternoon. No one seems to be left at the range.
When I grab my bag from the locker and set it before me to get the gun in, Carolina surprises me by saying, “You know, you were really good at showing me that stuff. Thank you for today.”
I stand and walk over to her, cupping her face. “Wait, did you just compliment me?” I grin.
“Maybe.” She smirks. “But you really are a good teacher.”
I stroke her cheek, looking at those golden eyes, and think about what I really dreamed of teaching her. My eyes flick to the locker room door and notice a lock on the inside.
“Did you give your first blow job yet? I’ve wondered that so many times,” I murmur, looking at her intently, letting my thumb swipe over her bottom lip.
“No, I still need you to teach me how,” she breathes out, looking at me with a challenge in her eyes.
Holy fucking shit.
Letting go of her, I walk quickly over to the door, lock it, and come back to stand before her, giving her a peck on the lips.
“Get on your knees,” I order.
She obliges without arguing, and this alone makes me hard. I put a finger under her chin when she kneels in front of me, pushing my thumb into her mouth.
“What does that pretty mouth do?” I ask her, relishing the feeling of her full lips.
She sucks on my thumb before I pull it out and answers, “Argue.”
I huff a laugh. “You’re so frustrating, it makes me fucking hard. Take me out of my pants,” I tell Carolina.
She opens the button and zipper and pulls down my boxer shorts until my cock springs free. Her eyes fix on it, making me leak pre-cum already.
“Open that bratty mouth and push your tongue out for me,” I command, stroking her cheek.
She does, and I slowly push my cock into her mouth, the sight nearly killing me. Finally, I have this beautiful girl kneeling before me, her golden eyes looking up at me, her perfect lips around my cock.
