New In The Territories (Book 1) COMPLETED

Chapter 25 Sam

My first time wandering down to the basement, it was definitely not what I expected. A large open space with exercise equipment covering the left side of the room, on the right free weights; a lot of free weights that no one could possibly be able to use. Straight ahead were the punching bags and other contraptions that I assumed were things you would use if you were training for kickboxing. Or possibly torture devices. Standing in the middle of the floor mats was the very relaxed and quiet Dmitri, watching me as I took everything in.

In total awe of the surroundings, the fear, nervousness, anticipation, excitement, and of course my arousal that never seemed to leave whenever he was around, came to a halt as our eyes met. Consumed by lust staring into this beautiful man's eyes, my other fears and thoughts were gone. Seeing the lust reflect from Dmitri's eyes, all but un did my control to the point I was grateful my feet were frozen to the mat or I probably would have jumped the man's bones right there.

Digging my nails into the palm of both hands until the stinging overcome the lust, it was only then I could make a coherent sentence. "Whoa." Ok, maybe not coherent, but something besides drool came from my lips was an improvement. This was getting ridiculous! It was time to act like an adult and not a horn crazed teen. Rubbing my sweat filled hands down my yoga pants before I tried to speak again "So, Teach. What do we do first?" Not a huge bump up with in the literacy department but it was better then "Whoa".

"Well stepping on the mat would be a great start," he teased.

His relaxed state and playful smile actually helped my nerves a bit. Not that I was afraid or nervous about getting hurt. No it was being that physically close to him and my reaction that I was worried about. That body so close to mine. The feel of his arms around me. The fell of his breath...God dammit! Get a grip for fuck sakes. If I stood here much longer I would look like a complete idiot. It was time to step on the mat.

"Sam, I would never hurt you. I swear to you that would be the last thing I could even be able to do." He walked to me very slowly as if not to spook me. If he only know why I was so nervous. Scratch that I was glad he didn't. Talk about embarrassing.

"I have no doubt of that." I reassured him, putting on my big girl panties.

That glint in his eye with that mischievous smile had me wonder if he did know actually what I was feeling. Eyebrow rising. "Good. Do you want to tell me what makes you so hesitant, maybe I can help?" he asked, clearly amused.

I actually choked before laughing. "Oh you can." Shit did I say that out loud? Fuck I think I did. Enough with this! Clearing my throat and just about having enough with the way I have been behaving. "I'm fine let's do this. Show me how to kick that great ass of yours." You have got to be fucking kidding me! Seriously did I have some kind of stroke or head injury lately? What the hell was wrong with me. This had to stop and now. There was no way I would let anyone have this much control over me every again. Been there, done that.

Not even trying to hide the smug look. "Hmm so you think I have a great ass?"

I couldn't control the blush that took over my but I could control my temper...a bit. "Dmitri." That came out more like a growl then a plea.

Still chuckling he raised his hands up in surrender, "OK, OK. I want to practise three simple moves today," he said, coaxing me to the middle of the mat. "First, the main thing is to stay calm," he started, noting my cynical look he added, "I know, easier said than done, but it is really important not to panic. As soon as you do, everything you learn and know goes right out the window. Turn around so I can grab you from behind."

Being the good little student, pushing those very sexual thoughts out of my head, I did as he asked. Even knowing what was coming next, I stiffened as his arms came around, holding my arms close to my body. Tight against his body, I could feel every muscle from his chest to his stomach rub against my back. Fighting the urge to relax in his arms was easier than I thought. Not being able to move, feeling trapped put me on edge. Oh I knew he wouldn't hurt me and stop if I said stop. But if I let me mind wander it would bring me back to a possible worse situation.

"Ok, now I want you to take your right foot and smash your heel on the top of mine. In slow motion. Once you do that your attacker will loosen his grip and that's when you pull your right arm out of my hold and swing your elbow up and connect with my neck or jawline." His instructions were clear enough.

"I don't want to hurt you." Which was true but I also afraid to move. Feeling his body against mine started to overwhelm me. Rubbing my body against his sounded very tempting but also very dangerous.

"That's why I said slow motion. We will just go through the motions a few times first. Don't worry about hurting me, I'm tough." he finished with mockery in his voice.

"Ok then, but if I do hurt you, you better not go off in a huff or cry on me Mr. Macho." My confidence was slowly coming back.

By the fifth time doing the moves in slow motion I felt confident in what I was doing and overjoyed I actually was able to stay focused instead of taking him down to the mat and having my way with him. Not like I could but the thought was fun. I guess he did too, I mean he was confident on what I was doing because we moved on the next couple moves. It was an hour later when Dmitri dropped the bombshell that it was time to really put the moves to work. No more step-by-step instructions or slowing each move down, now it was for real. Well as real as it got for not being really attacked.

On the last set of five and the final move, I had them all down pat. Feeling sorry for using Dmitri as my punching bag I thought it was a good time to stop. "So how did I do? Am I done pounding on you for the night?"

"You did great, let's just do the first one I taught you once more then we will pack it in till tomorrow."

"Ok." I sounded like a sullen teen. Turning my back to him, waiting for his attack. Feeling pretty confident and relaxed. His arms grabbed me so fast that I was startled for a brief second. The good news was I did exactly what we practised: stomping down on his instep then on cue his grip loosened. Bringing up my elbow just like before I connected with his jaw. It wasn't perfect but good, except the colossal amount of pain that shot up my arm after connecting with his jaw. "FUCKSHITGODDAMNMIT!" Screaming at the top of my lungs, holding my arm tight to my body, falling hard to the floor on my knees. I think I was going to throw up. The pain was excruciating. I have never felt anything like this before. Taking in deep breaths only helped me from screaming.