Diane felt like a voyeur because she was spying on Rob. The way he glided and prowled between students looking for reasons to put his hands on them. He was hard on the men and sometimes on the women too. But his actions fostered a deep seated desire to please. No one wanted to make a mistake.
Zingg was not shy placing his hands on the students wherever he wanted. He basically molested them, in Diane’s estimate, but no one objected. She wondered if he wasn’t some kind of domination perv who got off on being the master. She harbored a mild fantasy about that. About being submissive to an all knowing dominant.
She was more than a little stirred by the way he put his hands on the hips of one female student.
“Now you know better than this,” he scolded her gently.
That was all it took for the entire class to feel the disappointment of the student’s failure to please Sensei Zingg.
“Okay class,” he said with a clap of his hands. “Good job.”
It was basically the only praise she heard him give the entire session. The older students invited the newbies to the Fast Mart next door to buy drinks. Diane stayed behind, gathered her gym bag.
“You coming back, or will this be it?” asked Zingg.
“I haven’t decided,” she said.
The truth was she wouldn’t come back to learn how to defend herself. She would be coming back for him. She wasn’t so sure she didn’t want to go without seeing him again. There was something about him.
The students returned to the dojo with glass bottled sodas.
“Okay you know the rules,” he said. “You sweep up afterwards. Get the bread. The first shard of glass in my foot, this will be the last time we do this.”
The students downed the contents of the bottles and then on the count of three, they rammed their palms against the mouths of the bottles, knocking out the bottom. The bottoms of the bottles flew off and went sailing, in one solid piece.
“Okay that is cool,” remarked Diane. “I’m not sure what purpose it serves, but it definitely looks cool.”
“Wanna try?” asked Rob.
“No, I can’t,” she said.
He shrugged. “You are absolutely right about that,” he said. “If you don’t try, you can’t. If you try, maybe you will. If you keep trying, you absolutely will be able to.”
“Okay, I get it,” she said.
She was actually a little done with the life lessons. Soon enough, Rob wrapped his giant arms around her body. Diane got lost in him. He positioned her hands on the bottle and directed her on the motion.
“Now,” he said. “Put your hip into it.”
Diane gave the first try and it didn’t work.
“Do it again,” he ordered, still wrapped around her.
Diane didn’t really want to but she felt obliged to obey. The second try failed, but she did bruise the heck out of her hand.
“Okay,” she said handing him the bottle.
“Again,” he ordered.
Now she was certain she didn’t want to. If he didn’t back off, she had made up her mind then and there, she wasn’t coming back. She tried it a third time and it failed.
“Not letting you go until you do this. Again,” he said.
Diane was furious. Just to get out of his clutches, she took a swing, shoved her bruised palm on the mouth of the bottle in one fluid motion and off flew the bottom of the bottle.
The dojo cheered. Her hand hurt like hell but Diane thought she could get used to the cheering.
“You did it,” he whispered.
Emotion twisted within her. He knew she could before he did. For some reason that made her a little sick and weary. She wanted to go home. This was all becoming a little too rich.
“Okay, good job Sensei Rob,” she said.
“Sensei,” he corrected. “Sensei.”
Chapter Four
Rob ordered a black belt to walk Diane to the car. At this point, although she was intrigued by him, she was glad of that. She was kind of done with him and she needed a detox already. She maneuvered out of the alley and was just about to pull out into the street when Rob knocked on the window.
“You really should change out of your uniform before leaving the dojo,” he said. “Go straight home. If you go to a store or a gas station in that thing, people will give you a hard time.”
“I think in my neighborhood it might be a good thing,” she said.
“Where do you live?” he asked.
“I live over on the east side,” she said.
Rob rolled his eyes.
“I live out that way too,” he said. “I’ll follow you home, and see you to your door.”
Still under some sort of invisible spell of his, Diane waited for Rob to load up in his car before she pulled out onto the street. Her condo was only about ten miles away but she lived in a dicey part of town. Just beyond it were the hills where romantic sweeping homes built on the side of the slopes.
Diane could see the hillside mountains from her condo windows. She looked at them and dreamt. So when Rob said he lived out her way she had no idea that he meant he lived in one of those mansions.
She pulled into her driveway and he pulled in right behind her.
“I’ll watch you until you get in the door,” he said, leaning his head out his car window.
But Diane’s belt must have untied in the course of driving. She got out of her car and tripped and fell.
“Jeez,” said Rob as he rushed to her aid.
“I feel so stupid…ow!” she cried out.
He stooped down to examine her.
“Where’s it hurt?” he asked.
“My knee,” she said.
“Take a deep breath,” he ordered.
He scooped beneath her knees with his hands and lifted her. Diane was surprised how easily she fit into his arms. It was like she was made for him. She marveled at how agile he was, unlocking, opening and closing her door all with her in his arms. He was so smooth, so smart.
Instinctively, he found the light switch in the entranceway and made his way to her living room, where he gently deposited her on the overstuffed sofa. He returned to the front door to lock it. Diane realized he was staying.
Rob took a seat beside her on the sofa. Her knee still smarted where she fell. In fact it throbbed. She tried to pull herself up on her elbows to be more eye-level with him and she winced with pain.
“Let’s have a look,” he said in a doctorly tone.
Rob had a baritone voice. Everything he said seemed to boom. It was a very rich, commanding voice. Still, in order for Diane to comply with his wishes meant that she would have to get half-undressed. He seemed to be fine with that. She wasn’t.
Beyond that she really didn’t know this person, but she had an unusual attraction to him. It was positively animal, with a life of its own. She didn’t trust it or herself in that moment. She felt like she almost didn’t have any power over it if she were tested. She didn’t feel like she could resist it. Or him.
But his hands were at the waist of her uniform. He unfastened the drawstring that held them up. His rough knuckles grazed the delicate doughy skin of her belly.
“Ahem?” she said. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Chapter Five
Rob’s narrowed the distance between them and regarded her sternly.
“I am going to examine your knee. I have dealt with injury for ten plus years, seeing my students get injured in sparring. I’ve also seen what happens when those injuries get dismissed. I don’t want to just brush this off now and then rush you to the emergency room later,” he lectured.
But Diane would not relinquish her hold on her clothing.
“I can take care of this,” she insisted.
“Miss Foster…Diane, we are adults. I promise I won’t make a pass at you even though to be totally honest, I would love to. Maybe under different circumstances. But this is all professional,” he assured her.
“Professional? A professional MMA instructor?” she
teased.
“I will have you know I was a Navy Seal. Both as your sensei and a Seal I abide by a strict code of honor. I would not take advantage of you,” he said.
Boldness came over Diane.
“What if I wanted you to?” she asked wantonly.
There was a quiet that pressed down in the room upon them. It was electric. They didn’t have to say too much more. Their thoughts were loud enough to communicate without speaking.
“Well then,” he said, leaning into her very closely, “It would be mutual consent and completely understandable.”
His lips brushed hers. Just as she expected, their chemistry had such spark that his contact sent fingers of thrill throughout her body. She was lit up from head to toe with utter passion.
His hot, wet tongue penetrated her mouth and masterfully owned her. It swept the spongy moist walls of her cheeks, to the back of her tongue as far as he could comfortably go; to twirling with her tongue, mating with it.
Diane moaned with pleasure. It was an involuntary response that came from deep within her. It pulled up from her belly which was warm and aching and melting. She was so, so wet for him and ready.
Rob pulled back and broke their kiss.
“Let’s check your injury first,” he said with a frustrate laugh.
He touched his head to hers, obviously trying to get ahold of himself. Then, as though he knew the house as well as she did herself, he flipped the switch of the table lamp and cast a light on Diane’s bare leg.
Rob had such long fingers and the span of his grip was immense. He felt up and down her leg, down past her painful knee. He worked her knee, which was swollen and stiff but not broken. He got up from the couch and into the kitchen for a baggie which he filled with ice. He wrapped it all in a clean kitchen towel.
“Hold this,” he said.
She did as she was told, holding the soothing pouch to her knee.
“Much better,” she said. “I can’t believe I was so clumsy.”
She connected to his gaze. He had been staring at her. His eyes were filled with yearning. On cue, they both leaned into each other. He picked up where they left off. He firmly cupped the back of her neck, drawing her closer to him.
Diane slipped her tongue into his mouth, letting herself explore. She disregarded her pain and climbed up him. Rob was a virtual giant compared to her. And yet Diane was able to guide him backwards so that his back was flat against the couch. She straddled him.
She unpinned the safety pin that he lent her at the beginning of class, and let her uniform fall open. His large hands pushed into the opening of her uniform and off of her frame. She was now naked to the waist, save for her underwear.
He cupped her breasts. She was a small woman. Her breasts were sweet handfulls. She was so thankful that she chose this day to wear her best undergarments. The champagne colored satin push up plumped her breasts just so, to accentuate her figure all the way down to her slim waist.
His hands gripped her torso easily. Diane felt so dainty in his hold. They glided around to the small of her back. He cupped her buttocks. Diane arched her back wantonly. His hands spread and his thumbs sneaked between her legs, between them to her wet heat.
He pressed and rubbed there. Diane rocked on his touch. He moved one hand back to her breast, dipping beneath the fabric of her bra. He tweezed the petal-soft skin of her nipple until it was hard.
Rob was so tall that he could lean upward and put his blistering hot mouth to her pebbled nipple. He drew on it, pulling at her from deep from within. He flicked his tongue on the tip, making her feel aching and empty. She needed him.
She must have been absent-mindedly squirming on him. Her arousal was like a narcotic, doping her in and out of awareness. She wriggled and grinded.
Careful of her knee, Rob flipped her like she had the weight of feather. His fingers found her center. They kneaded and pressed and penetrated. Diane’s heat was slick and ready. He leaned down to her, pressing his lips to the petaled opening, and licked.
The tantalizing softness with which he trailed his tongue, sometimes darting in and out of her, sometimes flicking, was sugared torture. Diane arched her hips up against his mouth with yearning.
With his large and powerful hands, he braced her spread thighs, concentrating his effort to her most sensitive spot. He pinned the nub at the apex of her opening and lashed it relentlessly with the tip of his tongue.
Diane grasped his hair, tapped his immense, solid shoulders to urge him up above her. He rose like a god-like giant above her, his torso so powerfully cut. He was so handsome, so romantically shadowed. She smiled at him. Her body was warm and ready to receive him.
She reached between them and grasped his length. Rob was wonderfully endowed. She created firm tension, touching herself first to lubricate her grip, then moving up and down to excite him as he had excited her.
A soft growl rumbled within him. It was pure animal and Diane found it so erotic. Her body seemed to become more pliant in response. She extended her leg up and onto his enormous shoulder as she levered him into her.
The position she created allowed her to take him into her as deeply as he could go. It was a tight fit. Rob was so large that there literally was not much wiggle room. Diane cried out with the wonder of him. It was as much mentally exhilarating as it was physically pleasing to experience him inside of her.
“Does that feel good?” he murmured.
He had to know it did. His manhood was quite a treat for her. Diane writhed against him, seeking her own rhythm. Rob moved slowly within her, creating blissfully lazy strokes.
She was obviously a little too eager. With a broad, flat, firm hand on her belly, he calmed her, grounded her.
“There’s no hurry,” he assured her. “Let’s savor this.”
Rob was so large it felt as though he could go right through her. It was not an uncomfortable feeling. In fact it stimulated her more. She turned to the side to mix up their sweet tension. His eyes drunkenly gazed upon her buttocks exposed by the position. He stroked its tautness. As Diane drew her knee up towards her chest, her gluteal muscles were tighter and firmer and smooth. She was proud of herself. She was blessed with a beautiful body and she enjoyed herself.
“You are a really beautiful woman,” he whispered.
His deep, rich voice resonated despite how softly he tried to speak. It tickled the center of her belly. She tightened around him reflexively, gripping him with her core.
“And you are all man,” she replied, stroking his massive expanse of a chest.
Her fingertips glided over his chest lightly. His skin was so soft but his muscles were so hard, it was almost hard to get her head around it. He was perfection. And their heat was off the hook. She had never experienced this kind of sexual chemistry with anyone before.
From her side position, Rob easily turned her more. She was now on her knees. He drew her hips back with his powerful hands and re-situated her. She was now on all fours. Thank God the mattress was soft under her injured knee. He played with the cheeks of her backside as he slid deeply into her.
He took hold of her hand and placed it between her legs. The sweetness of the pressure she created there set her on the unmistakable and luscious path to the ultimate pleasure.
She didn’t let herself climax just yet. With her level of experience being with men, she let the sweetness build to a point before backing up; building up and then backing off until her pace was matching his. Instinctively she knew from his tensing body, his more rigid pumping and his labored breath, that he was on the same path to ecstasy that she was.
Diane waited, making herself endure just a little more self-teasing until she let go and let herself climax. It was an unbelievable rollercoaster. Tiny tremors turned into huge seizures. She spasmed and clamped on his hard length with complete abandon. Her body shook as it was consumed with rapture. Every erogenous point was lit, her nipples were hard, her mind raced, her blood boiled, as one of the sweetest orgasms she had ever exper
ienced took hold and then ebbed.
Now it was his turn. He was a bear, roaring so loudly that Diane’s walls shook. He was literally human thunder as his cries erupted from him. She rocked her hip against him as he shuddered until he could move no more. They both collapsed against the mattress, lazily spent, smiles washing both their faces. It was pure sweetness.
Rob was so long-limbed and Diane so petite, that it almost seemed like one of his thighs was the length of her torso. He draped his legs over her possessively, as if to claim her.
“So what on Earth made you give up San Diego to come north? Work must be awesome to give up paradise,” he said.
“Well,” she said. “My mother’s family is from San Francisco originally. She died a few months ago. I wanted to make a fresh start. It’s funny too because she moved there to be with a Navy guy.”
“My dad was in the Navy,” said Rob. “I remember it as a kid. It was amazing.”
“So why did you leave?” she asked playfully.
“Well I was six at the time. My dad and stepmother divorced. He unfortunately left her for another woman. He transferred to Portsmouth, Virginia. I was stationed for a period of time in San Diego but then I came north to go to school and never left.”
The wheels in Diane’s head turned.
“That is really a coincidence. You know? My stepfather was a Navy guy as well and my mother and father broke up when I was two. She never remarried. It was like pulling teeth to figure out why but on her deathbed she told me. He cheated on her. Broke her heart,” she said.
“Did your stepdad at least keep in touch?” he asked.
“No. I didn’t really know too much about it him. I didn’t know about him until I was in my teens. My mother changed her name back to mine so we had the same last name. So no I didn’t know my stepdad,” she said. “I don’t even know his last name. The discussion of the subject was short and bitter.”
“What about your biological father?” he asked.
“He was killed in combat. So in a way she was a military widow times two. She didn’t want to risk love another time,” said Diane.
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