by R. J. Sable
I nodded my comprehension and kept the stance they'd shown me.
“Josh is going to come at you from the front. He's a big guy, he can't fight for shit, but he's probably an okay match for a girl,” Jason grinned.
Josh scowled but he put himself in front of me anyway and shot me a wink. Jason used Josh to show me how I could break free of a choke hold, and how I could go for his various body parts in order to force him off of me.
“Ready to try?” Jason asked.
I nodded nervously. Josh was big. He was a little shorter than Jason but quite a bit stockier. I took a deep breath as I let Josh grab me in a loose front chokehold. Jason nodded and I did as he had showed me, grabbing my left arm with my right over the top of Josh's arm. I pulled down quickly and Josh stumbled towards me. I brought my knee up quickly and feigned a blow to his chest.
Jason grinned at me proudly every time I succeeded. I knew they were being gentle with me, but for now I was just content to learn the basics. However, after an hour and a half, I'd worked up quite a sweat but I still hadn't failed. I frowned as I broke free of Jason's arms and squirmed out of his reach.
“Cut it out,” I scowled.
“What?” Jason asked sheepishly.
“I know you're taking it easy on me,” I admonished. “Just show me how bad it could be.”
“You sure?” Jason asked, cocking his head at me and raising an eyebrow.
I nodded firmly and Jason stared at me for a second but nodded at Josh behind me. I went to turn around to look at Josh but before I had chance, I felt a strong forearm around my neck, crushing my windpipe. I could barely breathe. I tried to focus on what Jason had taught me.
The lack of oxygen was making me panic. I grabbed the arm around my neck and tried to pull it away but it didn't budge. I was seriously desperate for oxygen now. I tugged as hard as I could but Josh didn't ease up. I tapped his arm as white lights started flashing in my eyes and he released me immediately. I dropped to the floor, coughing and spluttering, trying to pull in as much oxygen as possible.
I felt Jason kneel on the floor in front of me. “You okay, baby?” He asked, his voice thick with concern.
I nodded and allowed him to help me up. “You caught me off guard,” I complained to Josh as my breathing started to return to normal.
“That was kind of the point,” Josh grinned sheepishly.
I knew he was right, an attacker wasn't going to give me warning before he made his move.
“I panicked,” I admitted.
“That's only natural,” Jason said, squeezing my hand gently. “You just have to take bearing and try and keep calm.”
I nodded again, taking a sip from the water bottle he offered.
“One more time?” Jason asked.
I agreed and prepared myself for Josh's attack. I knew it was coming this time. I felt his arm wrap around my neck. I kept my cool a little better and shifted my weight, trying to place my left leg behind his right but I couldn't find his leg. My foot stumbled several times and I felt him shift his weight behind me. I tapped out again and Josh released me immediately.
I turned round and scowled at Josh. I knew he hadn't really done anything wrong, I was just frustrated that I had been helpless once more.
“You wanted the worst case scenario,” Josh shrugged.
“I know,” I frowned.
“Josh is highly trained,” Jason said. “Even if you'd never know it in the cage.”
I watched as Josh took a swing at Jason playfully and Jason blocked him with a grin on his face.
“The point is,” Jason panted, twisting Josh into submission and holding him pinned to the mat. “He was prepared for your response and reacted accordingly.”
I giggled as Josh flipped Jason off and pinned him down, but Jason was ready for it. He used Josh's momentum to continue the roll, ending up on top of Josh once more. He had Josh pinned to the mat in a reverse choke with his knee pushing down between his shoulder blades. Josh tapped out, but he was still grinning.
“So, if somebody like Josh attacks me, I don't have a chance?” I frowned, my heart sinking.
“That's not what I meant,” Jason shook his head, helping Josh to his feet. “You just need to learn to react in several different ways, so you're prepared for anything.”
“Okay,” I said uncertainly.
“It'll take time, but you'll get there, baby,” he reassured me as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
***
Friday, 30th November 2012
I felt Jason slip into bed behind me and enjoyed his warmth against my back. I'd stripped naked before I'd gotten into bed. It hadn’t occurred to me not to be naked in his bed. My body was as much his as it was mine and I'd gotten used to sleeping naked and the comfort it afforded.
Jason and I were almost completely back to normal. With one frustrating exception. Aside from the admittedly mind-blowing kissing and hugs, he still refused to touch me. The rational side of me knew it was because he wanted to give me time. The less rational and more predominant side thought it was because he was disgusted by me. There were no external marks left now, even the slight scabbing had finally disappeared. I was relieved that there were no scars, I didn't want Jason to be reminded of who else had touched me every time he saw me naked.
Jason wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I sighed contentedly and kissed his forearm. After athletics training he'd made me a protein smoothie and taken me to the gym with Josh again. He'd been helping me almost every night either with Josh, Grayson, or one of the other MMA guys. I was slowly getting better and more confident. I still hadn't managed to floor any of them after a reverse choke hold but I was starting to understand more and more how I could use the size and weight difference to my advantage the way I had seen Craig use Simon's weight against him on the night of his fight against Hemler.
I carried on planting gentle kisses on Jason's forearm and felt his warm breath on my hair. I pushed back against him, wanting to be as close as possible. I felt him stirring against my backside and waited to see if he was going to do anything about it. He didn't. I wriggled against him and felt his body still. He doesn't want me. I pouted against Jason's arm and tried to bite back the shame that was building once more. I was working so hard to quash these feelings but they were so easily brought back.
“Don't you want to play?” I whispered.
I held my breath as I waited for his response. It had taken every ounce of my confidence to voice my concerns and I wasn't sure my fragile ego could handle his rejection. I gasped as I heard Jason chuckle.
“Can't you tell that I do?” He grinned as he pushed his growing erection against me.
“Then why haven't you?” I asked, confused by his response.
“Because I don't want to rush you,” he said gently.
I wiggled my backside against him again and I heard him groan gently against my hair and felt his cock stiffen even more as it pushed against me.
“Are you sure, baby?” He asked quietly.
I slipped my hand behind me and wrapped it around his length as a response. I heard him take a sharp breath as my hands met with the velvet skin on his shaft.
“I'll take that as a yes,” he chuckled.
He rolled me over so that I was lying on my back. The light was off but the streetlight outside cast a faint amber light over us through the semi-opaque curtains. I could see that he was searching my face for any signs of doubt. I waited patiently for him to make up his mind.
Eventually, he seemed to decide it was okay and he rolled himself on top of me. A brief flash of panic met me and my body tensed as I remembered Duff's weight on top of me. I pushed the image away and forced myself to relax. I wasn't going to let him ruin this as well.
“You okay?” Jason asked cautiously.
“Yeah,” I breathed, moving my head towards his so I could trace kisses along the light stubble on his jawbone.
Jason groaned again and pressed his erection against my h
ip ever so slightly. “Remember the rule?” He'd asked me that question countless times but I'd never heard desperation in his voice until now. I knew he wanted me to understand that everything would happen on my terms. That he would stop at any time, all I had to do was ask.
“Yes,” I nodded seriously, looking straight into his eyes.
Jason paused momentarily but lowered himself closer to me and pulled me into a deep kiss. His lips left mine and trailed gently down the side of my face, my neck, my chest, before finally reaching my breasts. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and I groaned as I felt it harden.
Images of Duff's mouth on my breasts flashed before me but I refused to let them affect me. Every swirl of Jason's tongue on my breast, each tender touch, nip, and lick, was erasing the memory of Duff's presence on my skin. He was reclaiming me as his own, sending excruciatingly delightful tingles throughout my body as only Jason could.
My hips bucked as Jason's fingers gently parted my folds, taking my sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it with just the right amount of pressure. A moan escaped my lips as he continued his attentions to my breasts whilst his fingers worked with gradually increasing urgency, bringing me closer and closer to my release. My back arched, forcing my breasts closer to his face. I enjoyed the slight scratchy sensation of his stubble against my over-sensitive skin. My hips began bucking almost wildly as Jason applied a little more pressure. I groaned as all my muscles tightened and I collapsed against the mattress, luxuriating the waves of pleasure still coursing through my body.
“You like that?” Jason grinned against the skin of my neck as he lay down on his side next to me.
“Yes, thank you,” I giggled, more than pleased to have had his hands on me and even a little proud that I didn't let the flashbacks hinder my private moment with Jason.
“I told you, you don't have to thank me,” he chuckled.
“If you knew how awesome that was, you'd understand that I really do have to thank you,” I grinned, taking myself by surprise with my boldness.
Jason laughed and pulled me into him so we were both on our sides, our fronts pressed together. Skin against skin. His erection pressed rock solid against me and I felt the heat of his shaft against my still pulsing privates. I pushed up against him, grinding him slightly as my breasts flattened against his chest.
Feeling brave, I rolled my weight so that Jason was forced to lie on his back with me on top of him. I took my weight on my knees and began slowly kissing every inch of him. I took my time, making sure that my lips had touched every single bit of his upper body before I turned my attentions to the part of him that was demanding my attention in a very large way.
I took him greedily into my mouth. He'd been so thoughtful and careful with me and I wanted, no needed, to show him how grateful I was. I wanted to bring him the most pleasure I possibly could. I wanted him to understand how much I appreciated him. I used my mouth and my hands, slowing down slightly whenever I thought his breathing had increased a little too much. I wanted to give him chance to enjoy my attentions.
I noticed, with a tinge of sadness, that he kept his hands firmly planted under his head. He usually guided my movements, allowing me to gauge his needs. I flicked the tip of my tongue around his tip and glanced up at his face. I could see his chest heaving and his lips were parted slightly to accommodate his breathing.
I grasped his shaft slightly firmer and took him as far into my mouth as I could, my tongue undulating against his firmness. I quickened my pace and listened to his breathing increase. I felt him tense beneath me as his hips bucked and I prepared myself in time to swallow the streams of cum he was shooting down my throat. I heard him breathe my name as he came and I lapped up the last drop from the tip of his cock as he relaxed.
I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and grinned down at him. He was smiling back at me and I knew that he'd enjoyed it. My heart swelled with pride that I could still please him, despite everything. He took his arms from behind his head and beckoned for me to lie down on top of him, which I did gladly. I could feel his still-hard penis against my abdomen as I rested my cheek on his chest. I sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“I'm okay, you know,” I whispered against his skin, pressing a kiss to his nipple.
He didn't say anything he just kept stroking my hair.
“You don't have to be so gentle with me, I'm not going to break,” I teased, turning my head to look up at him.
“What do you mean?” He asked, frowning.
“You were so careful, there was no teasing, no making me beg, you didn't put your hands on my head,” I blushed as I realised what I was saying and quickly put my cheek back down on his chest again.
“I thought you might have been a bit desperate to come, since it's been a while,” he shrugged. “I know you haven't had an orgasm in a couple of weeks.”
“How do you know I haven't been having them in the shower?” I teased, glad he couldn't see the deep shade of red on my cheeks.
“Because I didn't give you permission,” he shrugged.
I could hear the grin in his voice. “I need permission?” I asked, shocked as I turned my head to look at him again.
“Of course,” he said seriously. “I told you, I want all your orgasms to belong to me.”
I rested my cheek on his chest again and considered his words. It was kind of sweet in a weird way. “Perv,” I mumbled, pressing another kiss to his nipple to soften my words.
He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.
“So you like all that do you?” He asked, changing the conversation.
“What do you mean?” I frowned, my fingers tracing his collarbone.
“When I make you beg?” He said, his voice low and seductive.
I blushed furiously but nodded against his chest.
“When I tease you?” He grinned, stroking his finger down my spine to the dimples at the small of my back.
I nodded again, tilting my head further away from him so I was sure he couldn't see me.
“How about when I spanked you?” He asked, gently lifting my head so I had to look at him.
“That was... different,” I admitted, my cheeks on fire.
“You didn't like it?” He asked, concern on his brow as he brushed my cheek gently.
“I'm not sure,” I frowned, still blushing furiously.
“You came,” he pointed out with a smirk.
“I always do with you,” I said, biting my lower lip slightly.
I felt Jason's cock twitch beneath me once more and I looked at him with surprise.
“Don't blame me, you're the one that started with the dirty talk,” he grinned.
I giggled and squirmed slightly against him.
“There you are with your inability to keep to still again,” he teased.
“What you gonna do about it?” I giggled, fluttering my eyelashes.
He gave me a mischievous look before he sat up, pulling me with him. “That sounds like a challenge,” he grinned, his eyes alight.
I beamed back at him. This was what had made me fall for Jason in the first place; the way his playfulness put me so at ease. He stood up, lifting me with him as he kissed my neck, the warmth of his tongue sending delightful thrills through me.
“Same rules apply, baby,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, manoeuvring me over his knee. “Stay still, or I'll spank you, understand?”
I nodded, goose bumps forming over my skin as he trailed his fingers gently down my spine.
“I will stop as soon as you say stop, okay?”
I nodded again, barely able to keep still. I was finding it hard to wrap my head around my feelings. I was anxious, I knew Jason had said he would never hurt me, but it had hurt a little last time. He was right though, I had enjoyed it ultimately. I was worried about the pain, but delighted that Jason had been turned on because of me so soon after I made him come.
The overwhelming feeling was one of sexual e
xcitement, which only amplified as Jason ordered me to spread my legs further apart. I did as I was told and rested my head on my arm as I made myself comfortable on his knee.
“You have a great ass,” Jason murmured as his hands gently caressed both my cheeks.
I blushed at the compliment but didn't reply. I was enjoying the feel of his hands against my skin far too much.
I couldn't help the small groan that escaped my lips as his fingers began stroking up and down my still sensitive slit.
“Shh, baby,” he admonished softly.
I clamped my mouth shut and concentrated on his fingers, which were now rubbing gentle circles against my clit. He pressed his thumb against me, pushing gently. I tensed my body, determined to keep still. I bit back a moan as I felt his thumb inside me, pushing down gently as his fingers continued their delightful circling.
Jason continued massaging my cheeks, his hand roaming freely over my buttocks. His finger caught me by surprise as it trailed over my puckered hole and I jumped at the foreign sensation. I tensed as I realised what I'd done and braced myself. He removed his hand from my ass and brought it down across my left cheek. It stung but he'd coupled it with an increase of pressure on my clit. The groan that broke through my clamped mouth was one of pleasure rather than pain. He brought his hand down again as he warned me to keep quiet. Once again, he coupled the slap with more attention to the increasing tension deep inside me.
I noticed that he would tenderly stroke and rub my cheek after every spank, gently soothing the stinging skin. I was quickly building to the evening's second orgasm and my breathing was heavy with the need building inside of me. Jason slowed his hand and it took a great deal of self-restraint not to moan with frustration. I clenched my fists and tensed my muscles instead of pushing myself back towards his hand as I was dying to.
“Good girl,” Jason cooed as he began building up speed again.
He quickly had me nearing my climax once more and I almost cried as he withdrew his hand completely. My body was practically trembling with need. I felt his finger and thumb on my clit, he applied pressure and I jumped as he pinched me. Not hard, but just enough to shock me. He quickly brought his hand down on my ass at the same time as he plunged two fingers into me and began a punishing rhythm.
