happening?
‘Take a look at her, and tell me what she’s doing wrong.’
Shit! So that’s what he was doing! What a bastard! How humiliating! I looked over at Rebecca, who was aghast on my behalf.
The blue belts and green belts and brown belts all began encircling me, criticizing me first for my leg stance, then my shoulders, then my fists, the angle of my head. There wasn’t a bit of me that was not in some way attacked.
Silently, shaking with anger, I took it, swallowing my pride, and waiting for the very second the class finished.
As soon as we’d performed our bows to signal the end of the lesson, I was so angry that I didn’t even stop to explain what I was doing to Rebecca: I just marched over to him.
‘What the hell was that?’ I spat, as people began filing out.
Raoul, undoing his belt, narrowed his eyes at me. ‘What was what?’
‘Raoul!’ I shouted. The first time I’d actually said his name out loud to him like that, I think. What a shame it was said with such spite. ‘You bastard! Humiliating me like that in front of everyone! If you don’t want to see me any more, just say it.’
I could feel my hands clenching into fists, feel that inner warrior building up in me again.
Raoul looked around the room, and I looked quickly too. Rebecca was still in here, staring at me, and beside her, was Ben.
‘I think you should wait outside,’ I said to Rebecca, and she looked at Ben questioningly, as if for an opinion. ‘Actually, Rebecca,’ I said, ‘you go on home. I’ll call you and explain later.’
Rebecca shot me a look that said be careful , and then she and Ben walked out, leaving us alone.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Lone Wolf
‘Listen,’ said Raoul. ‘I was just treating you like I’d treat anyone else. If I see somebody doing something wrong, something the rest of the class can learn from, I point it out.’
‘Like anyone else,’ I shrieked, through gritted teeth. ‘But I’m not anyone else, am I, Raoul? You haven’t spoken to me all week, not since we - since we made love - and the first time you say my name it’s to publicly humiliate me in front of the rest of the class!’
‘What did you expect me to do today?’ he asked, clearly irritated with my sudden outburst. ‘Do you want me to start holding hands with you and calling you “sweetheart” in class? It’s unprofessional, and I’m not that kind of guy.’
Unprofessional, indeed! Not that kind of guy! Involuntarily, perhaps because I’d been doing it so much during the last hour and a half during class, I lifted back a fist, as if I was about to throw a hook at his abdomen. Surely I wasn’t, was I?
Unleash your inner warrior, Michaela , said a voice in my head.
And I hissed.
Raoul took a step back, then lifted his fist too, and for a terrible moment I actually thought this enormous man was going to fight me. Then his fist turned into an open palm - from rock to paper - and his fingers slid down my back as he pulled me close, his other hand on the back of my hair, pushing me towards his face, and then his fingers separated, and slid inside my knickers, first one, then two - from paper to scissors…
I growled, filled with a passionate anger, and I pushed him down to the floor, yanked down his pants, and then sat on him, pushing him into me with a gasp.
‘Michaela,’ he said breathlessly, as I fucked him like a warrior. ‘You’re amazing.’
I bent down to kiss him, hard on the lips, and then held my mouth to his ear, whispering firmly: ‘I know.’
This time, as we fucked, I was completely in charge, thrusting when I wanted to thrust, touching his chest when I wanted to, stroking the soft hair beneath his navel whenever it took my fancy, reaching behind me and stroking the hair between his thighs, applying a firm but gentle pressure to the area right at the top of his legs, in the centre. This time, it was me making him gasp.
I thrust harder and harder, feeling the waves building
‘Take a look at her, and tell me what she’s doing wrong.’
Shit! So that’s what he was doing! What a bastard! How humiliating! I looked over at Rebecca, who was aghast on my behalf.
The blue belts and green belts and brown belts all began encircling me, criticizing me first for my leg stance, then my shoulders, then my fists, the angle of my head. There wasn’t a bit of me that was not in some way attacked.
Silently, shaking with anger, I took it, swallowing my pride, and waiting for the very second the class finished.
As soon as we’d performed our bows to signal the end of the lesson, I was so angry that I didn’t even stop to explain what I was doing to Rebecca: I just marched over to him.
‘What the hell was that?’ I spat, as people began filing out.
Raoul, undoing his belt, narrowed his eyes at me. ‘What was what?’
‘Raoul!’ I shouted. The first time I’d actually said his name out loud to him like that, I think. What a shame it was said with such spite. ‘You bastard! Humiliating me like that in front of everyone! If you don’t want to see me any more, just say it.’
I could feel my hands clenching into fists, feel that inner warrior building up in me again.
Raoul looked around the room, and I looked quickly too. Rebecca was still in here, staring at me, and beside her, was Ben.
‘I think you should wait outside,’ I said to Rebecca, and she looked at Ben questioningly, as if for an opinion. ‘Actually, Rebecca,’ I said, ‘you go on home. I’ll call you and explain later.’
Rebecca shot me a look that said be careful , and then she and Ben walked out, leaving us alone.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Lone Wolf
‘Listen,’ said Raoul. ‘I was just treating you like I’d treat anyone else. If I see somebody doing something wrong, something the rest of the class can learn from, I point it out.’
‘Like anyone else,’ I shrieked, through gritted teeth. ‘But I’m not anyone else, am I, Raoul? You haven’t spoken to me all week, not since we - since we made love - and the first time you say my name it’s to publicly humiliate me in front of the rest of the class!’
‘What did you expect me to do today?’ he asked, clearly irritated with my sudden outburst. ‘Do you want me to start holding hands with you and calling you “sweetheart” in class? It’s unprofessional, and I’m not that kind of guy.’
Unprofessional, indeed! Not that kind of guy! Involuntarily, perhaps because I’d been doing it so much during the last hour and a half during class, I lifted back a fist, as if I was about to throw a hook at his abdomen. Surely I wasn’t, was I?
Unleash your inner warrior, Michaela , said a voice in my head.
And I hissed.
Raoul took a step back, then lifted his fist too, and for a terrible moment I actually thought this enormous man was going to fight me. Then his fist turned into an open palm - from rock to paper - and his fingers slid down my back as he pulled me close, his other hand on the back of my hair, pushing me towards his face, and then his fingers separated, and slid inside my knickers, first one, then two - from paper to scissors…
I growled, filled with a passionate anger, and I pushed him down to the floor, yanked down his pants, and then sat on him, pushing him into me with a gasp.
‘Michaela,’ he said breathlessly, as I fucked him like a warrior. ‘You’re amazing.’
I bent down to kiss him, hard on the lips, and then held my mouth to his ear, whispering firmly: ‘I know.’
This time, as we fucked, I was completely in charge, thrusting when I wanted to thrust, touching his chest when I wanted to, stroking the soft hair beneath his navel whenever it took my fancy, reaching behind me and stroking the hair between his thighs, applying a firm but gentle pressure to the area right at the top of his legs, in the centre. This time, it was me making him gasp.
I thrust harder and harder, feeling the waves building
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