Train Me

by Mia Ford

  “You don’t know anything. This place is a death trap ready to ensnare me and drag me straight to hell. I have no interest in staying here for any longer than necessary. I’m leaving and you can either help or get out of my way. At this point, I couldn’t care less which decision you make.” It was difficult, but I managed to put on the jeans and the sweater. I put on my cowboy boots. It was something in my possession that had not seen the light of day since a Halloween party.

  They still fit like a glove and reminded me of how little use I had gotten out of them. I grabbed my gray ski jacket, putting it on and shuffling towards the door. The only thing I could think about was escaping the cesspool of germs all around me. I always wore a mask when I went to the hospital to visit anyone.

  “I’m going to make it my personal mission to make sure you heal without any interruptions. For the time being, I’m going to stay at home working in my home office. I’m not going out for any other reason than to get a breath of fresh air on the top of the roof. I know what you would say if I were to even mention Home Care. This way, I can take care of you myself. I already know how stubborn you can be and throwing things at me is not going to do you any good.” I was about to object, but he put his hand up for silence like I was a petulant child. He was getting on the last nerve that wasn’t already frayed.

  “I don’t want you waiting on me hand and foot. I’ll get up on my own. The one thing that I won’t lose because of this injury is my independence. You can make whatever conclusions you want about my attitude. I have my own way of doing things. The only routine I follow is a morning ritual. I will not let anything interrupt something that has worked for me.” I was making sure he knew where I stood and there was no mention of our feelings.

  “I’ll be there when you need me, but only when you ask for help. You do know there’s no shame in asking for help. I wouldn’t know because I usually do everything on my own. If something goes wrong then it’s on my head and nobody else. There is sometimes a necessity to delegate, but I try to limit that as much as possible. I don’t even have a vice president, but I do have a girl Friday that takes care of everything I can’t.” I had a feeling he was going to find the girl he was referring to was no longer in his employ. He had given her the day off to let cooler heads prevail, but I could read the signals on your face like indelible ink.

  She was fed up pining over someone more concerned with money than settling down. He was just going to have to find somebody else to tote his barge and get his coffee in the morning. She could probably ruin him by leaving him without arranging for somebody to take her place. I did see her being vindictive enough. She was hurt and wanted to make him feel the same pain.

  I looked at Knight and I felt sick to my stomach for all the sappy things I had said in a moment of weakness. I could only hope he would never mention it again and we could leave it as ramblings of a crazy woman.

  “My Dr. said you were the worst patient not including myself of course. We can both be a handful when it comes to taking care of ourselves. You mentioned something about a morning ritual. I can have anything you need sent to the penthouse. It’s just one of many properties which I utilize when I’m not traipsing around the globe.” Somebody must have been following him and for me not to notice meant that there was more to the assailant than met the eye.

  I hadn’t thought of someone with the kind of training that would make mine pale in comparison. I was a force to be reckoned with, but this guy had gotten too close for comfort. Taking him out of the equation was foremost on my mind, but I was in no shape to raise a finger. It was a good thing Knight was taking the necessary steps to stay out of the limelight for the conceivable future. Only those allowed entry into his inner sanctum would be able to get close enough to hurt him. He would have necessary meetings, but most would take place over conference video calls.

  “I don’t have anything bulky and the only thing I use as resistance in my training is my own body and whatever I can find. I will need some necessary sundries, but I think that I can manage with what you have.” I was going to miss the hot and cold running room service. I was planning to stay there for several days, but the decision was taken out of my hands.

  “I have a fully equipped gym in my penthouse which you can use at your discretion. The only thing I ask is that you don’t overdo it for the first couple of days. Ease into it and make sure your muscles are ready to attack any kind of weight.” He was babying me and I didn’t like feeling like an invalid needing somebody to make all the decisions for me.

  “I do require certain foods. I don’t eat processed crap. I will write you down a list of ingredients and I will prepare the food myself. Please don’t tell me you have a chef on hand. I’d really like to think that you weren’t that pretentious.” He was helping me put on my coat and then he retrieved the necessary paperwork along with the wheelchair. It was standard operating procedure, but I felt it wasn’t necessary. I could walk on my own steam.

  “I know we haven’t discussed what was said in the alley, but we’re going to have to address the elephant in the room. You might be scared of your feelings. I’m not exactly immune to the way you’re feeling. I’ve come to care for you more than most people in my life. I find myself at a loss to know what words to say to convey what you mean to me. I’m not used to putting myself out there for any reason. You have given me the courage to stand in the face of what could be a possible rejection.” He didn’t seem like he was afraid of anything, but it was true about not knowing how another person thinks without standing in their shoes.

  “I really don’t feel comfortable talking about it. We will revisit this, but you must know some of the things I said were because I thought I was dying. It’s no excuse, but it is a reasonable explanation. I don’t like to talk about these things. I’ve never had an occasion to care about anything more than myself. This is what I call new territory. I’m afraid of any kind of land mines which might blow up in my face. I certainly don’t want to say anything to offend you.” He wheeled me out to his personal car. He helped me to gingerly slip inside to the opulence of wealth.

  Chapter ten

  I was in no shape for anything physical. I still craved the feel of his hands roaming over my body. We had just finished supper and I was sitting with my feet up watching TV. I was feeling bored to tears. I couldn’t stand reality television and everything else was so fake it was hard to watch without making comparisons with my own military career.

  “I have personally arranged for you to have a massage. This is the table I use when I require somebody to relieve my stress. I’m no stranger to the happy ending, but it really does leave me wanting. It’s pleasurable at the time, but it ends too quickly. I’m left feeling empty inside.” I didn’t need to know about his need for a woman to tug his privates. I couldn’t understand why he was telling me any of this. There were no secrets between us.

  I walked over to the table behind him, shedding my robe and not at all embarrassed by my naked body. The only thing concerning was the bandage wrapped around my midsection which I had already changed twice since arriving here. The view was spectacular with the lights of the city making me feel like I was small in comparison.

  “You can either take off the robe or I can…Oh, my…I suppose I asked for that. Damn, I forgot how delicious you look. I have missed giving you my undivided attention.” He was looking at me and making me blush which was something I’d never done for anybody.

  “I don’t want you to think this gives you license to get one out of the chamber. I would be more than willing to watch you and maybe give you whispers of encouragement. I’m sure it would bring back some very vivid memories of your childhood. The only big difference is a real woman would be sitting beside you while you were taking matters into your own hands. Give it some thought and you can tell me what your decision is after we are getting ready for bed.” For the most part, I was able to do everything on my own with a bit of difficulty.

  “You have raised an interesting su
bject for debate. I’ve never put on a show, but the idea really does have me going. It could be very entertaining.” I lay down on the table with my head looking at his Gucci loafers polished to perfection. He squirted warm oil onto my naked back. I sighed with contentment as he kneaded my muscles. I thought for sure he had somebody coming over to give me this massage, but he had taken an active role with his own hands.

  “I’ve never had any man make me feel like this before. I find myself thinking that maybe I should be doing this more often. I’m not suggesting with someone else, but with you, I could make this part of my daily ritual.” He knew exactly what kind of pressure to put on my spine to work those knots into submission. It was relaxing, but also brought about a certain condition. My body was responding to his touch in a less than subtle way.

  When he slapped my ass, I almost jumped off the table. While I was distracted, he slipped a finger inside me. My eyes went wide, but it did not stop him from exciting my libido. I was moaning despite trying to keep things platonic. It didn’t seem I was going to be able to do that with a man like him.

  “You are really tight. It’s going to take me some time to loosen you up.” I wasn’t sure if he was talking about my muscles or something more personal he was getting intimately acquainted with. “I have loved your body from the moment I saw it. It’s so much better without clothes. I think that one of us might be wearing a little too much.” I found nothing was forbidden when his pants dropped to his ankles along with his underwear.

  The oil was warm to the touch and the added component of his hot hands was driving me to the point of insanity. I squirmed to find a suitable and comfortable position, but there didn’t seem to be any way to douse the flames between my legs. It wasn’t going to take much to make it happen. I was perfectly positioned to see those lights of the city and to feel myself floating on an air pocket of pleasure.

  “I don’t think there’s anything I can say. What you’re doing is going to cause me to blow steam out of the top of my head.” He added a second digit and the friction against the walls of my pussy was igniting a blazing inferno. He was twisting them in and out. His technique was something hard to describe.

  “I was taught by some of the masters in the orient. I find it’s a good icebreaker to lower a woman’s inhibitions. I usually don’t hesitate to take advantage of a woman in this position, but with you, I have to treat you with kid gloves. It doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it and I would feel like I was letting you down if I couldn’t get you there.” This was one thing he wasn’t going to have to worry about.

  I thought my own hand was something, but his was certainly striking the right chord. When he leaned over and bit my neck it was like fireworks exploding behind my eyes.

  “I’m there…I’m fucking there…Knight…Knight…KNIGHT.” I was slamming my hand down onto the table, screaming his name and letting the wash of desire take over my body. Every muscle was being inundated by an electrical charge running through my limbs. His pace quickened and he was really working me until I was a puddle of spent flesh.

  I heard smacking and I looked back to see him licking his fingers clean with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. He was really enjoying it. I couldn’t take my eyes off the spectacle of him consuming my essence. I rolled over, spreading my legs obscenely and letting him see the landing strip leading to the treasure within.

  His eyes fluttered open and what he saw upon opening them was giving him the proper incentive to take a more active role in his own pleasure. I motioned with my eyes and I think he got the basic idea of what I wanted him to be doing. His cock was this nice piece of man candy which I was happy to melt in my mouth and not in my hand.

  “I do believe I have to remind you of something you mentioned. I think it went something like you are willing to put your money where your mouth is. I’ve never been this nasty, but I think I could get used to it. I don’t know if what we are doing is a contest of wills, but I do like we can challenge each other.” His hand wrapped around his package and he was about to deliver a performance of a lifetime.

  I wanted to scream out loud how beautiful a man he really was. I wasn’t sure how he would take that. I refrained and let him proceed at his leisure.

  “I still have you in my hands and I think I have a good idea of what to do with it.” He took those soaking digits and began to massage the hot juice of my climax into his steely shaft. I was watching mesmerized, completely transfixed on what he was doing and nothing else.

  “I don’t want you to be in any rush to finish. I like getting a brief peek behind the curtain of your adolescence. You must have made an interesting sight jacking off every night to some starlet or girl you had a crush on. Tell me of someone that never gave you the time of day. The only way that you could make time with her was alone in your bedroom.” I found myself wanting to hear all of his dirty thoughts.

  “There was only one I had my eye on, but she was way out of my league. I did have the occasion of walking in on her in the bathroom. She had no idea I was there and watching her made me want to run away, but also stay to see how she soaped up her body.” Hearing his sinful confession was painting a vivid photograph of something that was a forbidden temptation.

  “I get this feeling this woman was older and was a subject of many wet dreams.” I wanted him to continue and I could tell reliving it was making him hot all over again. He had his eyes open and was watching me the entire time using me as inspiration to bring him to the boiling point.

  “She was always on my mind, but she was my father’s. He remarried to a bubble butt young blonde hard body. She was his personal trainer and I watched her flaunt her wares in skimpy outfits just to get a rise out of him. He hardly noticed, but I did. I hid my shame from her and my father. She was my stepmother, but she wasn’t a tyrant. We were practically best friends. I learned how to talk to girls with her expertise on the subject. She disappeared out of my life when my father decided she was more trouble than she was worth. We still exchange Christmas cards, but it has never been quite the same without having her underneath the same roof.” He was biting his bottom lip and staring at me with an intensity that had me wondering when it was going to happen.

  “I think we can afford to be a little bad. What you did with your fingers was only enough to keep me on the edge of my seat. I want what you have. I don’t think I can do without it. I hope you don’t want to see me beg, but I am willing to in this instance.” He made me yelp with surprise as he dragged me from the table until we were practically connected. A string of his seed was sticking to the lips as he moved up and down my slit to give his knob a sheen of sexual excitement.

  “I’m sure that if we go slow and not get carried away it won’t hurt you too badly. Let me take the steering wheel and ride this bus.” I gave him an affirmative answer and it was just a matter of finding out if we were really going to strip away our defenses. We had no clothes to get in the way and the only thing he was wearing was his shirt wide open to let me explore his muscles with my eyes and then the nimble fingers of my hands.

  “I’m not adverse to a little bit of pain.” I felt the piercing head ride the wave of my wetness until the only remaining visual was his heavy swinging balls. I felt stuffed, but I loved having him with me in this regard. It was a bond we weren’t going to be able to break. Every single day was a gift which I learned the hard way by having my life flash before my eyes yet again.

  “You belong to me and I want to give you every reason to stay with me. We haven’t discussed it, but what I said to you was the god honest truth. You have touched me like nobody has and I don’t want to lose what is possibly the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. God damn…you are hotter than a firecracker ready to go off. I was already halfway there with my own hand and you certainly know how to break my spirit.” I was walking on the wild side, letting my body do the talking for me and knowing the thread of my sexual sanity was going to snap.

  I pushed myself up against him with one hand holdin
g the bandage and hoping this exercise was not going to be too much. I didn’t care and the pleasure outweighed any kind of discomfort I might feel with the stitches pulling. We came together with nothing between us other than words of incentive and moans of encouragement.

  “I want you more than I have ever wanted any man. It’s hard for me to admit something like that without feeling I’m losing a step. I’m not supposed to get too excited, but I think that ship has already sailed.” My body swallowed him and I watched his continuous decline with his eyes telling the story of when he was going to lose it all together. The serpent of his excitement was being made to submit and there was nothing either one of us could do about it.

  I was streaming continuously down the length of his love muscle. I’d never been this responsive, but I wasn’t going to kick him out of bed for eating cookies. I was careening into a never ending spasm which had me screaming with the kind of piercing wail that would shatter the windows.

  His face had turned crimson and his body was drenched with a sexual sweat from over exerting himself. He had a hold of my thighs, digging his nails in and letting me know his moment was near.

  “I don’t think any man will be able to withstand what you are doing to them. I know that you can feel how hard I am. I’ve never felt loved like this and you have spoiled me for anyone else. You’ve got me right where you want me and it’s just a matter of time before I…fucking… CUMMMM.” In his haste, his cock came loose and he went off like an over pressured fire hose.

  His lust streaked from my wet pussy all the way up between my breasts in wide arcs. It made me feel like I was turned into a glazed doughnut. I ran my fingers through the mess made and I let him watch as I devoured each string into my wide open mouth. We stared at each other for some time. I lay back on the table and he sat down in a nearby chair unable to say anything from being out of breath.