Free Abracadabra by Ashley Ladd Page A

the corners of her lips. She cursed herself that she’d not yet adopted the strict discipline of a master.
    “Hee yah!” She hopped on her right foot and kicked high and hard frontward with her left, perfectly aimed at her fantasy man’s broad chest, intending to throw him to the mat.
    Deftly as if he’d performed karate since before he could toddle, Mark sidestepped her assault, caught her leg and held it even as she swayed precariously. “What do you call this manoeuvre?”
    Savi tried to free her leg. “Getting one up on you.”
    Mark pursed his lips and nodded. “Down and dirty.” With an impassioned stare, his gaze zeroed in on her crotch. “Ah, I see you aren’t wearing panties again.”
    She grunted. “No, Sir. You ordered me not to wear them.”
    He continued to stare at her pussy, as if he could see straight through the thin cotton material. His thick moustache twitched. “Did I give the order to put your panties on?”
    “No, Sir!” And she hoped he wouldn’t. Mark never did so she knew tonight wouldn’t be any different—except if he decided to tease her back.
    He trailed his fingertips down the inside of her thigh, so slowly she wanted to scream. He paused a couple of of inches from her pussy and rubbed small circles on her tingling thigh.
    About to go crazy with the raging inferno stoking inside, she twisted grotesquely and lost her footing. She fell backward to the mat. Crooking her knee around his arm, she tried to pull him down with her.
    But Mark merely let loose her leg and let her flop. Then he spread his feet in parade rest position and towered over her laughing.
    Laughing!
    Just as he began to lift his foot to imprison her and declare victory, she bridged up and leapt to her feet. Whirling around, she yelled, “Ee-ya!” and pushed him back several feet on the mat with a wicked three punch. Then she did a small bow and tossed him a mischievous smile when surprise lit his eyes. “Why so shocked? I’m learning from the master.”
    He squared his muscular shoulders. “I’m not a master, yet.”
    “You’re my instructor and the master of my heart, body and soul. You’ll be an official master soon. I have complete confidence.”
    “Such high praise from a cameo belt who shuns wearing underwear when in uniform.” He wrestled with a smile then bounced back and forth in front of her, his fists protecting his face. “Bring it.”
    Oh, she’d bring it, all right and she’d love every naughty moment. “You’re asking for it.”
    “Because I want it.”
    She tried to bite back an eager grin. He perspired but he hadn’t had a strenuous enough work out to be perspiring so she knew he was hot and bothered. Still, she longed to hear him spell it out. “How badly do you want it?”
    He crooked his hands and beckoned her to him. “I want it bad.”
    “As bad as I want it?”
    “Worse.”
    No one could want it worse than she wanted it. Feeling like a warrior ballerina she pivoted and cart wheeled twice over. After that she somersaulted to the opposite side of the room. She turned back to Mark and performed two flying, twirling kicks. Then she did a round off and landed square in front of him perfectly on both feet.
    Mark clapped and pride gleamed in his eyes. “I give that a nine-point-five.”
    Scowling, she drew her brows together and tilted her chin so that she gazed fully into his darkening eyes. “Only a nine-point-five? But that was a perfect landing.”
    “But your crotch is wet.”
    She glanced down at her pants, lowered herself to the floor, spread her legs wide and lifted them. “So it is.” Licking her lips, she lifted a very sultry gaze to his and held it. “I should earn extra points for that, at least an eleven-point-five.”
    Smirking, he bent down and peered between her legs. “Spread your legs further. This requires further inspection.”
    Rolling her eyes, she rested on her shoulders and lifted her hips off the mat. She stretched further until her thighs burned.