Page 33 of The Scars of Us

Softly giggling, she redirected the topic back to the maneuver. “You know what I mean. I’m not getting you off.”

“Not yet, but if you keep doing that you will.” I said suggestively as my eyes roamed over her face.

Her lips quirked up even though she ignored my comment, keeping her focus on the training. “What should I do?”

I wanted to continue playing with her, but she was really trying to execute the move, so I focused back on my job. “As you buck your hips, use your arms to help you. Push me off at the same time you’re pushing up with your hips. Use that momentum together in the direction you want to throw me. Let’s try again from the beginning.”

Sitting up, I waited for her to readjust before starting the routine over. This time, she was able to throw me partially off of her. I landed on her right side, my legs still over hers.

“If this ever happens, which is likely since you’re so small, you need to go crazy once you’re in this position. Do everything you can to hurt your attacker—hammer-fists, kicks, knees, elbows, anything. Do whatever it takes to push them the rest of the way off of you. Again,” I firmly said, going back into instructor mode, trying to keep my attention off her sweaty skin and how it would feel as I fucked her.

We practiced the move a few more times, and I couldn’t help but notice how she tensed every time I placed my hands back on her neck. I really wanted to find out why, to make sure no one was hurting her.

As I helped her up off the mat, I asked, “What happened to your neck?”

Jerking her hand away, her face tightened with anxiety as she snapped, “None of your business.”

Turning away, she began to storm off towards her stuff.Shit.Following her, I said, “Don’t be upset. I just want to make sure no one is hurting you.” When I caught up to her, I pulled her to a stop and placed my hands on her shoulders. I lowered my head to look into her eyes, hoping she would see my genuine concern. “You’d tell me if someone was hurting you right? Even if it was Kamden?”

Shock replaced some of the anger in her eyes as she sighed in defeat. “I’m sorry. I just…” She looked away, shaking her head. “I can’t talk about it. But no, no one’s hurting me, especially not Kamden.” She grabbed her bag and turned to walk away again. “Thank you for your concern, though.”

Grabbing her hand, I stopped her. “I want you to know that you can come to me if you need help, okay? Not just as your instructor, but as a friend, too.”

A warm smile spread over her lips. “Thanks,” she replied softly as she squeezed my hand.

I pulled her closer to me, to where her tits pressed against me. A strand of hair had fallen loose from her ponytail, and it dangled in her face. Reaching to tuck it behind her ear, I caressed her cheek with my palm. Her eyes closed as she leaned into my hand, but she snapped them open and quickly pulled away.

Letting out a heavy breath, I dropped my hands to my side. “Why do you fight me so much? Why won’t you just give in to what I know you’re feeling?”

Her lips tightened into a frown, and her eyebrows furrowed. “I can’t,” she said barely above a whisper.

“Can’t or won’t?” I challenged, my voice thick with frustration.

Her eyes watered as she opened her mouth to speak, but she snapped it shut instead. She turned around and rushed out of the room, pushing past some of the other class members.

Fuck! Why does she have to be so stubborn?Clenching my fists, I punched the bag nearest to me, sending it into the wall about three feet away. I ran my hands through my hair, pacing as I debated whether or not to go after her. We were both too upset for anything to end well, so I decided against it.Damn it.

I didn’t see Kaiya again until Tuesday, but we had texted back and forth a few times on Monday, after both of us had apologized for our actions during class Sunday.

Tonight, I was really excited, not only to see Kaiya, but also because I planned to have the students spar, which we hadn’t done in a long time. I had been waiting until Kaiya demonstrated she was ready, and since she had made so much progress, I thought she could handle it.

Once all the students arrived, I announced, “Today’s class is going to different. All we’re going to do is spar.”

There were a few groans along with some enthusiastic cheers. I had the other instructors hand out the sparring equipment as I grabbed some for Kaiya and myself before walking over to her.

She looked at me nervously. “Are you sure I’m ready for this?”

“Yes,” I responded confidently. “But if you’re not comfortable, we can work on something else or watch the others spar.” I set the rest of our equipment down and then looked up at her for confirmation.

“No!” she blurted. “I mean, I want to, I just don’t know what to do.”

“We’ll take it slow. A lot of things will come naturally since you’ve been practicing. Let’s get you suited up,” I said as I picked up a chest protector. “This is a hogu—it’ll protect your chest and stomach from any hits.”

Slipping it over her head, I turned her around to tie the straps behind her.I’d like to tie her hands to my bed and fuck her senseless.Grinning stupidly at the thoughts, I moved around in front of her, making sure the hogu was positioned correctly. She looked up at me and smiled. “What?”

I shook my head and chuckled, “Nothing.” I bent over to pick up her head gear and handed it to her. After she pulled it on, I helped adjust it, making sure it fit comfortably.

Once she had everything on, including shin guards, her gloves, and a mouthpiece, I put my own equipment on. As we stood in the center of one of the mats, I instructed, “Use everything you’ve learned so far. I’m going to let you hit me for the most part, but if you let your guard down, I’m going to take advantage, okay?”

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