Page 48 of His Reward
How is my mind already in the gutter?
We’ve barely started my training!
Thankfully, Malcolm puts us back on track.He goes over more helpful tips like using my voice as added aggression, and faking obedience to trick an attacker into thinking I won’t resist before I defend myself.
“There are some other considerations when a weapon’s involved,” he says.“That’s for another day.For now, we’ll go over a few basic moves.”
The first one he teaches me is how to target an attacker’s face, making sure my fingers gouge the eyes while pushing them back.I’m starkly aware of our size difference as his big hand covers my whole face during his demonstration.
When it’s my turn to try it on him, I’m a little distracted by the brush of his lips, the faint prickle of his stubble, and his warm breath against my palm.
We go through a few other moves, like how to escape arm and hair grabs.Things get a lot more physically intimate when the next demonstration involves him grabbing me from behind in a firm hold, my arms pinned at my sides.
“Now, they’re likely going to try to lift you next.”
His low voice vibrates through his chest and against my back.Every single part of me is aware of him, aware of his touch and how much I missed it.I struggle to focus on his words.
“When they do, you grab onto their hands—grab my hands.”
Despite my pinned arms, I have enough room to curl my fingers over his wrists.
“Like this?”
“Yes.Good.When they lift you, hold on tight and start kicking backward.Use your heels to strike their groin.”
He lifts me effortlessly.I follow his instruction, swinging my legs backward but not with enough drive to actually hit him in the crotch.
We practice the move a few more times, my sexual frustration climbing the longer he holds onto me.Finally, he releases me and smiles.
“Good girl.You’ve been doing really well.You’re a fast learner.”
My stomach flips at the praise and the filthy memory his words unearthed.The last time he called me a good girl, he had his fingers deep inside me while he ordered me to moan for him.
“I have a good teacher, that’s why.”
“Up for learning a last one?It’s more advanced than what I’ve taught you so far, but I think it’s pretty important.”
I hesitate.Training in self-defence is more exerting than I thought.I’m a little tired and looking forward to some screen time.
The first thing I’m going to watch is porn while I use my fingers to vent the arousal built up from Malcolm’s touch.Even if my body would much prefer if I did it the old-fashioned way with him.It might be wrong, but I don’t care.
However, if he says this move is important, I might as well learn it while we’re here.
“OK, I’m game,” I say.
His expression turns serious.“I hope you never come close to using this one because it means you’re in a vulnerable spot.”
He lowers himself to the carpet, lying on his back.
“If they have you down on the ground and they’re on top of you…” He beckons me.“Come.Kneel between my legs.”
Cautiously, I obey.He raises his knees and orders me to shift closer until the tops of my thighs press against the backs of his.
“Bend over me.Put your hands around my neck and pretend you’re choking me,” he orders next.
“Sure.Pretend.”I grin while I make air quotes and he chuckles.
As I shift into position, there’s a lot of room between our groins.My face warms that this is almost a reverse of how we were that night he spread my legs—
