by Rock, Vivie
‘Me too,’ he said, and took hold of my shoulders. His face leaned in close to me, but then, instead of kissing me on the lips, as I wanted, his mouth moved to my cheek, and planted a firm, gentlemanly kiss on my cheek. ‘Goodbye,’ he said.
In a haze of lust, I turned around, almost tripped over my own feet, and left his apartment.
As I walked home, practically skipping down the sidewalk, I felt like I could finally bring myself to check my phone. Two missed calls and a text from Ben. One text from Rebecca. I’d start with Ben. Get it over with.
Hey, are you okay? I’m outside the address you gave me. I’ll wait here another 5 minutes.
Okay, that wasn’t too bad. No angry text message having a go at me for standing him up. That guy certainly had manners. Now for Rebecca. I hoped she was okay.
Darren wants me to give him another chance. Ha! Not likely. I’m waiting for Mr. Right. Love U. X
I texted Rebecca back.
Good on U! Mr. Right is the only one good enough for U. X
I thought about telling her about Raoul, but I didn’t want to rub things in. Besides, Raoul and I had only spent one night together. I’d wait until next time before I jinxed it by telling anyone.
As I looked at my phone, it hit me.
Raoul didn’t have my number. And I didn’t have his.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Public Humiliation
The following week, I threw myself completely into my work, no longer daydreaming pathetically over what it might be like to kiss Raoul. Now I knew. I went back to my old strict-boss ways. Picked up on any slackers. Chased up outstanding jobs. Congratulated my highest sellers, and encouraged them to do even better.
But as the days went by before the next kickboxing session, I grew more and more irritated that I had no way of contacting Raoul. I tried looking him up on Facebook but no luck there. Was he going to ignore me in class again? What would it be like, seeing him again for the first time, in there? I’d hoped we’d have a one-on-one before that, give ourselves some time to let things develop in private. Not unleash any second-date dynamics in public, in front of the class.
But as we didn’t have each other’s numbers, and I certainly wasn’t going to turn up at his apartment unannounced, I just sat tight and worked.
By the time Friday came around, I was so excited my heart was fluttering like a sixteen-year-old school girl. I desperately tried to get Rebecca ready on time, so we wouldn’t be late again, making sure she had her car keys, her water bottle…
I’d even bought myself a new outfit. A black sports bra and black pants, low-slung at the waist like Raoul’s. Sure, mine didn’t have the fancy Chinese lettering on them, but they still looked good. I didn’t look quite as ‘on show’ as I’d looked in my hot pants and pink vest, but there was something sexy in the parts of me that were hidden, in the way that the material pulled tantalisingly around my lean muscles when I stretched. I almost felt, I guess, like a real fighter.
Forget yoga: this was good for my core strength.
As we walked across the car park towards the old garage, it took everything I had to not tell Rebecca what had happened between me and Raoul. Thankfully, she was talking too giddily about a new French class she’d started on Tuesday evenings, yet another ploy to get over Darren, and she was so effusive about it I barely got a word in edgeways.
Thankfully (hallelujah!) we were just on time. We paid our money just before the cash tin was closed, and then we took off our shoes and got in line. Raoul gave me a look, as I stood there, but I wasn’t sure what the look meant. I enjoyed our sex last Friday? I want you now, baby? Sorry I never got your number? I think I’m falling in love with you? It was impossible to tell.
As usual, the warm-up was a killer, but I managed to keep pace with Rebecca, who was struggling to follow the instructions a little, having missed last week. As we sat on the floor and I held down Rebecca’s calves as she did her sit-ups, I allowed my eyes to wander, looking for Ben. He was at the other end of the room, with an orange belt guy as his partner. He caught me staring at him, for a moment, then smiled valiantly, and looked away.
I lay back on the floor to take my turn-for the sit-ups, and waited for Raoul to give instructions for us to begin. I felt my black top riding up a little, showing a thin strip of my midriff, and I noticed Raoul’s eyes, blazing down on me.
One… he said, and everyone on the floor lifted their chests off the ground, exhaling.
Two… Up I went and we exhaled again.
Every time I lifted my chest off the floor, breasts high in the air, I felt Raoul’s eyes on me. He just wouldn’t stop staring. For a moment, I felt like I was the only person in the room.
I felt the muscles in my stomach stretching and straining, and my vest riding up further every time I fell to the floor. I desperately wanted to keep pace with his instructions.
Twenty two… twenty three…
My face was reddening, my thighs were beginning to shake, but still I continued, up and down, up and down, maintaining eye contact with him each time I rose off the floor. I felt like a sex object, but powerful. A sex subject.
Once the warm-ups were over, we began practising our hooks. Left foot forwards, wind up at the hip, and then: smack.
The muscles in my arms were growing. I heard a sturdy thud when I hit Rebecca’s focus mitt. I couldn’t believe how much stronger I’d got in just three sessions. Maybe all that ballet as a child had remained in my muscle memory somehow. There was an athlete inside me, raring to get out. Except this was no ballet. Smack.
I felt it again, that wild inner warrior, snarling in my gut as I punched. Smack. Smack.
Raoul prowled around the room, and I felt his eyes on me no matter where he was standing.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
He wanted me. I could feel it so intensely. I could almost smell it above the stench of the gym.
Smack smack smack smack smack.
He was hooked.
Suddenly, Raoul stopped the class. ‘Step forwards for a moment, Michaela.’
Fist in the air, elbow up, I paused. Me? What was he about to do? Make a declaration of love to me in front of the whole class? Surely not.
‘Come over here, Michaela.’
I walked over to him and he held out his hands,s, taking my gloves in his palms.
Oh God, he was holding my hands in front of everyone. I didn’t dare look at Rebecca; she’d be livid with me for not telling her about this in private first.
‘Now put your arms up as you had them,’ Raoul said, and guided my left hand up to one side, and my right hand to my cheek, where it had been sitting.
‘Move around a bit if you like,’ he said to the class. ‘Everyone take a look at Rebecca.’
What the hell was 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 up at the base of my abdomen, sliding my body over his, both full of salty sweat, knowing that anyone could walk in on us at any moment.
I grabbed Raoul by the wrists, and pushed his arms down to the floor.
I pinned him to the thick, dirty, matted carpet, feeling it grazing my knees, making them burn.
As I thrusted, my hair falling out of its band and down over his face, I don’t know where it came from, what part of me suddenly decided it wanted to do this, but in a low, gruff voice, I began to count.
One… two… I began, at the same pace he’d counted out our sit-ups earlier. Three… four…
Raoul watched me, baring his teeth and snarling with animal lust, his eyes widening with each new number.
Five… six…
I thrusted even harder.
Seven… eight…
I felt the sweat dripping from my forehead onto his face.
Nine…
Raoul lifted back his head, all of a sudden, without any warning, rolling his eyes and yelling.
And then I felt him throbbing, the entire length of his magnificent cock, pulsing and pulsing inside me, pushing thick white jets of his potent cum all the way up my long, moist passage.
The sheer strength of that cock, pumping and pumping cum into me, almost lifted me clean off his penis, but I held on to his wrists, hard, and pushed my hips down on him, and let his throbbing bring me, in ecstatic, ever-increasing waves, to the most pleasurable orgasm I have ever experienced.
I fell onto his body in a heap, breathing hard, and rose and fell on his chest as he panted.
I’d done it. I’d unleashed my inner warrior.
The warrior that was in my core.
I smelt the sweat on his skin, let it mingle with my own, and I reached out my tongue, and licked a droplet of sweat off his chest. The tang of it made me moan with pleasure.
‘I love you,’ said Raoul, quietly but meaningfully.
I lifted myself off him, pulling up my black pants, and adjusting my top. I felt his semen leaking out of me, all over my sports knickers.
It was time to go. I wasn’t going to let him hurt me this time. I was a fighter.
As I walked out of the room, leaving him lying on the floor, panting, I decided not to worry about a goodbye. My cheeks were flushed, pink and triumphant. But the further I got, towards the garage door, the more the thoughts began to creep into my mind.
I was full of Raoul’s semen.
I hadn’t used contraception.
I felt the sperm, all 300 million of them, swimming up to my cervix, seeking out the fallopian tubes, determined and ravenous for an egg.
I wouldn’t get pregnant. Surely. I couldn’t have this guy’s baby. There was no way he was father material.
I opened the garage door, and left the building, feeling the saltiness in my knickers, the tears beginning to fall onto my cheeks.
As I looked across the car park I saw Rebecca, twirling her red hair as she handed a piece of paper to Ben, who was smiling and nodding at her, and I just walked straight past them.
Away from Raoul, away from kickboxing, away from this strange new wound I’d found opened up inside me. Knowing that no matter what happened now, I’d found a new sort of inner strength. From great power I’d finally found my vulnerability, and there was the greatest strength of all in that.
But the further away I walked, the less of a lone wolf I began to feel, and I knew what I ached for, now, more than anything. I knew I’d be back to class next week. I knew this fight wasn’t over.
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Vivie x
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EXCERPT
I knew we were acting out a ‘scene’. That I could stop the whole thing if I wanted to, by just uttering one safeword. What was it again? Green for more, yellow for less, red to stop. Easy enough to remember, right?
I couldn't believe my boss had seen me naked. The first man to see me without any clothes on. It was strange. Being naked in front of someone wasn't so bad. It felt kind of freeing. I wasn't sure what I’d feared might happen. Laughter. Disgust. Horror. Having Mr. Cooper in charge, acting like this with me, dominating me, telling me what to do, telling me off for doing things wrong – that felt freeing too. I knew that I wanted more of it. As I waited there, cold and nervous, I begun to s
ay a word in my head. That word was: green.
Green, green, green…