Page 31 of Corrupt Me

Fury flickers in her eyes, and she jams her knee into my stomach. In a flurry of movement, she’s on top of me, her elbow digging into my neck.

In one quick move, I roll her onto her back, trapping her on the mat. Her chest heaves, pushing her tits out. I groan at this never-ending torment.

“Now what?”

With her hands pinned above her head and me straddling her thighs, she has no wiggle room. That doesn’t stop her from grinding, though.

I fake a yawn to infuriate her—and distract her from my hard-on. She arches her back, not deterred. Good god, I am in the middle of making my point clear when my dick stands at attention—desperate motherfucker. Fuck me.

She lies perfectly still when she finally feels it.

“Use your hips, Bailey. And while you do that, you shift the other person to the side. Try it,” I command, trying to salvage this lesson.

“So, we’re not talking about that?”

“There is nothing to talk about.”

“You get an erection with everyone you train?”

“My dick doesn’t know better. I do.”

Never. This has never happened before her.

“Stop squirming and do as I tell you.”

Bailey is the type to never give up. I push her to the ground a hundred times, she gets up a hundred and one times. That’s why I haven’t lost my faith since I started training her. She’s disciplined and hardworking.

It was just a matter of time before this shit would happen, and she’d notice. All the other times, I hid it well. I’ll just sell it as a one-time thing.

“Just be honest for once.”

Her bluntness uncaps my bottled-up frustration.

“You want honesty? Here it is. I haven’t fucked in a while, which I should rectify. That’s it. It’s a biological thing. It’s not because of you.”

I lose my grip on her, witnessing the hurt reflecting in her eyes. Like the smart girl she is, she takes advantage of that and does exactly what I said. Maneuvering us, she wraps her thighs around my neck, clenching them.

“Tap out now,” she says through a clenched jaw.

I need to test how far she’ll go. Even as dark spots cloud my vision, I still don’t tap out.

“You and your colossal ego.”

It’s not ego, but needing to test how far she’ll go.

She loosens her grip, pissing me off. If I get soft on her, she’ll never learn. This will hurt me more than it will hurt her. Grabbing her elbow, I twist it and push my knee in her back. She lands on her stomach with a thud.

“Don’t show mercy. If you’re in this position, they don’t deserve it. It’s you versus your attacker. You better immobilize him.” I loosen my grip and stand up, running a hand through my hair.

She scoots up, rubbing at her chest. “I don’t want to kill you.”

“I would have passed out. You wouldn’t have killed me.”

“How would I know the difference?”

“Do you trust me?”

She nods again. I should have stopped asking her the first time, but every time she nods, it elevates my spirits like nothing else.

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