Page 163 of Hide and Keep

“Teach me how to execute them then.” Like, hello, that’s why we’re doing this.

“Since you asked so nicely…” He scoffs, and I shake my head using the extremely limited ability I do have. Even while we’re literally at each other’s throats we’re at each other’s throats.

“From here, you wanna get back up to base.”

“Like before?”

“No, instead of making a tabletop, you’re gonna keep your ass low, on your heels.”

I yank my arms with no success at all. In fact, I’m pretty sure Crue’s grip on them tightens.

“Why’d you do that?”

“To get to my base.” Ob-vi-ous-ly.

“You’ll gas out before you ever get there doing dumb shit like that. Just wait until I tell you what to do.”

I make my sigh three times longer than it needs to be.

After mumbling something about my attitude, he says, “I want you to pull your knee up, sliding it along the floor out to your side.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

When I do, he rewards me with another “Good girl,” this one making my pussy pulse now that freedom is on the horizon.

“You can either do the same thing with the other knee, or you can try to get up from here. Either way, you’ll want to get your ass on your heels while walking your arms back until they’re under you.”

“Won’t you still have my wrists though?”

“For now, yeah, but we’ll work on reversing wrist control once you’re off your belly.”

Because Crue is leaning on the same side as my straight leg, I decide to raise up from here, using only my one bent knee.

Following his directions exactly, I slowly make my way up to the base he described. Crue’s still plastered to my back, but I don’t feel nearly as defenseless.

Unable to keep ahold of my wrist during the transition, Crue relocates his right hand to my stomach. His thumb gives it a tap I swear I feel on my clit.

“Okay, next, you’re going to grab my right hand with yours and pull it away.”

I flex my abs automatically, which he must take as a precursor because he growls out, “Not yet.”

“I. Wasn’t.” With a swift jerk backward, I knock him with my shoulder, spurring more growling.

“Don’t wear yourself out.”

“I’m in better shape than you, remember?”

“You’re also a hell of a lot lighter, making it easier to overpower you. You gotta be smarter, more patient, and twice as explosive.”

I know I’m at a disadvantage. That’s common knowledge among women. We are almost always at a disadvantage regardless of height or size or athletic competency. I don’t need to be told that yet again. I need some skills that put me at less of a disadvantage.

“What do I do next?”

“At the same time you rip my right hand off you, you need to lift your left knee and left hand, breaking out of my hold to get up to your feet. You’ll probably go slow because it’s your first time, but usually it needs to be fast to catch your oppon—”

Using his directions, I break free of his hold as I stand, my movements definitely catching him off guard.

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