“Okay.” When he throws a punch that won’t even hurt a fly, I easily block it. “It doesn’t help you take it easy on me,” I complain.
“I’m not going to take an actual swing at you, knowing I’ll hurt you,” he replies. “Just get used to blocking the action of punching.”
I nod, and when he repeats the action, I bring my arm up. We keep practicing, and slowly the motions grow faster until I’m sweating and breathless.
“Drink some water,moyaMalen'kaya Roza,” Viktor instructs.
While I’m swallowing the cool liquid down, he says, “Because you’re smaller, you have to be faster. That will be your weapon, so work on your speed.”
“Okay.”
I’ve just put the water down when Viktor lunges for me. His chest slams into my back, and his arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off my feet.
“Elbow me,” he instructs. I don’t hesitate, slamming my elbow into his side. “Good girl.”
Jesus.
He doesn’t let go but pushes me forward until I’m shoved against the wall.
“Remember when you stomped on my foot?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe against the plaster.
“That was a good move. You caught me off guard,” he praises me, making heat flush through my core and dampening my shorts.
I brace my hands on the wall and rub my butt against his hardness. “Viktor,” I moan.
His breaths skim over my ear. “You wet for me,moyaMalen'kaya Roza?”
I nod quickly. “Drenched.”
Viktor lets go of me, then orders, “Get naked, baby.”
I turn around as I pull my tank top over my head. When I push my shorts down, Viktor kicks his sweatpants to the side.
Instead of grabbing me so we can fuck, he gives me a mischievous grin as he steps back onto the sparring mat.
“Training isn’t over.”
“I’m not going to learn shit with you all naked and hard,” I mutter as I walk closer.
“Do you know what’s a turn-on for me?” he asks. When I shake my head, he says, “When you struggle against me.”
Considering what I’ve been through, I never thought it would be a fantasy I’d like, but I know I’m safe with Viktor. He’ll never do anything to hurt me.
And it might be cathartic because I know the outcome will leave me boneless from pleasure and not broken and defeated.
Viktor watches me while I process what he said, then asks, “Will you be okay with it?”
My eyes lower to his impressive length. “Yes, as long as it ends with you fucking me.”
His eyes fill with dark heat, and he slowly stalks around me in a circle.
Waiting for him to make his move, my eyes follow his every step.
“Give me a safe word.”
“For?”