Page 36 of Unspoken Ties

Liria had looked up at me, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes with her pretty lips wrapped around my cock, and I had lost it. I came an endless amount down her throat, until she was sputtering and gasping for air. But I couldn’t afford such distractions now. Not with her safety hanging in the balance.

“I’m teaching you how to fight,” I said, willing my twitching cock to calm itself.

“Huh?” she said, wiping the sleep out of her eyes.

“You need to learn how to protect yourself.” Crossing my arms, I tried to brace myself against the look of surprise and dismay that now filled her sleepy eyes.

“But... Why? You’re here, aren’t you?” Her voice was small, almost a whisper. The innocence in her question made me ache.

“Of course,” I said, stepping forward and wrapping my hands around her shoulders. “But what if something were to happen to me? And now, with that note you received…I just want to be safe.”

She took a moment, looking down at the ground, before lifting her gaze to meet mine. “Okay,” she said softly, a glimmer of determination sparking in her blue eyes.

I started her training with the basic stances. It was crucial for her to understand how to position herself, where to place her weight, and how best to balance herself. She was a quick learner, eager to soak up every lesson I offered her way.

“Right foot back. Hands up. Perfect,” I encouraged her as she gracefully moved into the defensive stance I’d demonstrated. She was a natural, her body bending and twisting with a surprising grace I hadn’t expected.

I started to explain the principles of attack and defense, but she was already a step ahead. She threw a punch towardsme, surprising me with her strength. I deftly sidestepped, but couldn’t hide my smile. She was a natural.

“Maybe I should hire you,” I said, a mischievous grin on my face. “You give Emilio and the gang a run for their money.”

“Ha! As if,” she paused, bringing her hand to her chin. “Well, maybe Tall Dino.”

“Tall Dino…?” I asked, not knowing who she was referring to.

“Dino Barbato. Or is it Dino Barbaso?”

Ah. I called both men Dino and could always tell them apart based on context. They were both extremely skilled, but “Tall Dino” was a bit unserious.

“I can take him!” Liria’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she launched another series of jabs in my direction. I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm, dodging her strikes while deflecting some in a playful manner.

“Let’s see how you do against a kick,” I challenged her. My voice was full of mirth, but underneath my playful tone was genuine concern for her safety. I swung my leg in an arc towards her, holding back most of my strength to avoid hurting her.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she deflected it, pivoting away from my kick with remarkable speed. Her face flushed with excitement and accomplishment.

Gone were the days of my timid and reserved wife, who would avert her gaze from mine. I had slowly unraveled each layer of her personality, unveiling the true Liria that had been hidden beneath. She was like a precious gem, waiting to be discovered and appreciated. And now, as I looked into her eyes, I saw strength and confidence shining back at me, no longer afraid to meet my gaze.

“Again,” she demanded, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet and raising her fists to prepare for another round.

“I’m not going easy on you this time,” I warned her with a smirk, readying myself into stance.

“Bring it,” she challenged, her eyes sparkling with determination.

With that, I went on the offensive. I started with a quick jab, followed by a roundhouse kick, testing her agility and reflexes. She blocked my punch but was caught off-guard by the sudden shift to the kick and stumbled slightly.

“Focus,” I said sharply, helping her steady herself. “Always be prepared for a change in attack.”

Resuming our stance, we circled each other, eyes locked in a fierce stare-down. I saw her muscles tense as she readied herself for whatever came next.

And then, in one swift movement, I lunged, my fist shooting towards her in a feint to distract her from the real attack – a sweeping kick aimed at her legs. The punch had sufficiently distracted Liria, and she didn’t even see the kick coming. She tumbled to the floor, landing with a loud grunt as I pulled my kick at the last second to soften the impact.

“Not fair,” she whined, tapping her hands against the floor. “I thought I had it."

“Well, I do have a lot of experience with this,” I said, ruffling her hair. I would never tell her just how much experience that was. When I had to fight in my line of work, it would always end with them bruised and bloodied on the floor. “Let’s call it a day.”

“Again,” she insisted, her eyes wide but determined.

A smile formed on my lips as I extended a hand to help her up from the ground. Liria was proving to be quite the fighter. And so, we spent the rest of the day sparring in the apartment. It wasn’t without a few friction burns from the wood, but by the end of the day, she had landed a punch on me. It was poor form, and didn’t hurt, but it was a start.

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