Free Seduced 1 by P. A. Jones Page B
Authors: P. A. Jones
now.”I licked my lips, hoping he didn’t see. My motivation was to get closer to him. I wanted to touch him and feel his skin against mine.
When he balanced himself, I helped him to stretch his legs in the air. Holding onto his calves, I was completely leaning on him and pressing myself against him. I smiled; my desire was really pushing me over the edge of shamelessness, but I didn't care. My only motivation was the challenge to seduce him to the extreme, so intensely that he would bow down in front of me and ask for mercy.
“Leave it. I'll try it later. Nikki, you’d better concentrate on your training, if you really want to have one.” He scolded me like a baby and I felt the hopelessness of what I was trying to do.
A sudden desperation filled my mind; I was so frantic that I couldn’t think about my purpose, my training, or even why it had seemed so important. With him in front of me, my lust blinded me and turned me into a driven woman with one thing on her mind. I completely understood what I was doing—and that I probably shouldn’t be doing it. It took everything I had, but I forced myself to shake it off, concentrate on what I was there for—my training. And Stephen.
I dropped down on my hands and started doing push-ups. My hand was throbbing from yesterday's exercise, but my resolve and my shame worked for me, compelling me to finish. “That's good.” Tristan was watching me while doing some yoga moves himself. “Now, do the move I taught you yesterday.”
I started balancing on one leg and kicking with other. It was hard after the push-ups, as my strength was almost gone already, but I was determined to practice it as much I could.
After fifteen minutes of practice on each leg, I could kick as per his instructions.
“That's just the basic kick. We need to continue doing this for first fifteen days so you can master this kick, and then we can start with the next basic punches.”
“What? Just the kick for fifteen days?” I wiped sweat out of my eyes. I was disappointed, by my own behavior and then by his attitude.
“Do you think I became champion in a single day?”
“Wait, what? You were champion?”
“Didn't you find that out in your investigations of me?”he asked.
“No, I didn't know that. Why did you leave MMA, then? Because of that injury?”
He looked at the horizon for few moments, like he was searching for the right words. “Just like that. I know you can find it online. Just search my name.”
“Is you’re injury that bad, that you are permanently out?” My heartfelt a twitch; it was hard to see him emotional like that. I had never searched what happened to him. Why he left MMA. I was busy thinking about my plan to use him, take his help, but I didn't know much about him as a person. My sexual attraction for him was undeniable, but now more than ever, I wished I could know him as a real person, with emotions and heart.
“I'm not allowed to play or even practice.” His voice shook a little.” It's been a year since I’ve practiced fully.”
“I'm so sorry to bring this up. It must be a difficult thing for you to talk about.” I moved closer to him, compassion and concern welling in my heard, and touched his shoulder.
“It's okay. It's been a long time.”He looked back at me. ”“I’d better go and take a shower. We can meet tomorrow again for practice.”He smiled at me and turned, heading straight to his bedroom.
I picked up my bag and walked to the door. I peeked in his bedroom; his boxing shorts were lying on the bed. I couldn’t help myself; I imagined him standing naked in the shower. What the heck, I'm going for him. I dropped my bag and started walking towards the bathroom.
I could hear the cascading water of the shower from outside the bathroom, and I felt a shiver run up my spine at the thought of seeing him naked and water dripping from his muscles. I wanted to suck every drop of water flowing off of his body. What has gotten into me really?
When he balanced himself, I helped him to stretch his legs in the air. Holding onto his calves, I was completely leaning on him and pressing myself against him. I smiled; my desire was really pushing me over the edge of shamelessness, but I didn't care. My only motivation was the challenge to seduce him to the extreme, so intensely that he would bow down in front of me and ask for mercy.
“Leave it. I'll try it later. Nikki, you’d better concentrate on your training, if you really want to have one.” He scolded me like a baby and I felt the hopelessness of what I was trying to do.
A sudden desperation filled my mind; I was so frantic that I couldn’t think about my purpose, my training, or even why it had seemed so important. With him in front of me, my lust blinded me and turned me into a driven woman with one thing on her mind. I completely understood what I was doing—and that I probably shouldn’t be doing it. It took everything I had, but I forced myself to shake it off, concentrate on what I was there for—my training. And Stephen.
I dropped down on my hands and started doing push-ups. My hand was throbbing from yesterday's exercise, but my resolve and my shame worked for me, compelling me to finish. “That's good.” Tristan was watching me while doing some yoga moves himself. “Now, do the move I taught you yesterday.”
I started balancing on one leg and kicking with other. It was hard after the push-ups, as my strength was almost gone already, but I was determined to practice it as much I could.
After fifteen minutes of practice on each leg, I could kick as per his instructions.
“That's just the basic kick. We need to continue doing this for first fifteen days so you can master this kick, and then we can start with the next basic punches.”
“What? Just the kick for fifteen days?” I wiped sweat out of my eyes. I was disappointed, by my own behavior and then by his attitude.
“Do you think I became champion in a single day?”
“Wait, what? You were champion?”
“Didn't you find that out in your investigations of me?”he asked.
“No, I didn't know that. Why did you leave MMA, then? Because of that injury?”
He looked at the horizon for few moments, like he was searching for the right words. “Just like that. I know you can find it online. Just search my name.”
“Is you’re injury that bad, that you are permanently out?” My heartfelt a twitch; it was hard to see him emotional like that. I had never searched what happened to him. Why he left MMA. I was busy thinking about my plan to use him, take his help, but I didn't know much about him as a person. My sexual attraction for him was undeniable, but now more than ever, I wished I could know him as a real person, with emotions and heart.
“I'm not allowed to play or even practice.” His voice shook a little.” It's been a year since I’ve practiced fully.”
“I'm so sorry to bring this up. It must be a difficult thing for you to talk about.” I moved closer to him, compassion and concern welling in my heard, and touched his shoulder.
“It's okay. It's been a long time.”He looked back at me. ”“I’d better go and take a shower. We can meet tomorrow again for practice.”He smiled at me and turned, heading straight to his bedroom.
I picked up my bag and walked to the door. I peeked in his bedroom; his boxing shorts were lying on the bed. I couldn’t help myself; I imagined him standing naked in the shower. What the heck, I'm going for him. I dropped my bag and started walking towards the bathroom.
I could hear the cascading water of the shower from outside the bathroom, and I felt a shiver run up my spine at the thought of seeing him naked and water dripping from his muscles. I wanted to suck every drop of water flowing off of his body. What has gotten into me really?