Jennie

Dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a tank top, I'm standing in my old bedroom, that has been converted into a gym for training.

For the past two weeks, I've been doing weights and cardio to build some muscle. But facing off with Lisa, I feel weaker than a bug. No amount of training will help me take down a man like her.

"Why does it look like you've given up before you've even tried," Lisa asks.

I scrunch my nose. "Because you're so much stronger than me. I'll never be able to fight you off."

An arrogant smile curves her mouth into a hot grin. "That's a given, moya Malen'kaya Feya. The point is to train you so you can fight other fuckers off."

"Yeah, I don't see that happening, either. I'm too freaking short and skinny."

Lisa comes to stand right in front of me, and for a moment, I drool at the sight of her. The 'V' disappearing into her sweatpants quickly wins my attention.

Lifting a hand, I trail my finger along her waistband and follow the prominent line from her hip, dipping my finger beneath the fabric.

Glancing up at Lisa, I try to be seductive so I can get out of the training session. I lower my voice as I admit, "This V erases all brain activity for me."

I slip my hand beneath her sweatpants, and when I feel how hard she is, my mouth starts to water. Wrapping my fingers around her, I slowly massage her cock from the base to the head. "I can think of better things to do."

"Can you," she murmurs, her tone dark and low, making my core clench with hunger for her.

I lift myself on my tiptoes and wrap my other arm around her neck. Brushing my lips along her jaw, I breathe, "Yeah."

When I move my hand faster over her hardness, Lisa places her hand over mine to stop me. "Not yet, baby."

Pouting, I let go and step back, then Lisa's arm wraps around my neck, and my feet are swept from under me. I let out a squeak as I drop to the sparring mat, and the moment she's on top of me, her fingers wrap around my throat.

"Remember that first day in your bedroom when I had you in a similar position?"

"Yeah. I didn't appreciate the gun to my head, though," I mutter, my hands grabbing hold of her wrist.

Lisa leans closer, then her tongue swipes over my bottom lip. "I wanted to fuck you. You looked so hot, dressed in your tight as fuck shorts. Just like you do now."

Her hand moves over my bare stomach until she cups me between the legs.

My eyes lock on her, and I admit, "I thought you were the most attractive person I ever laid eyes on."

"Yeah," she murmurs with a seductive tone. She begins to massage me through my shorts until my hips swivel with need. "And now?"

Letting go of her wrist, I drag my hands over her muscled chest. "I know you're the most attractive."

Her teeth tug at my bottom lip, then she orders, "Fight me, moya Malen'kaya Feya."

That's the last thing I want to do. I'd much rather push her onto her back and sink down on her cock.

The thought has my eyebrow lifting, then I buck my hips up, trying to use my body to overturn her, but she's too heavy.

When she pulls her hand away from the needy valley between my legs, I let out a frustrated groan.

Climbing to her feet, she easily pulls me up. "Come on, baby. Fight me."

"I don't know how," I mutter, scowling at her.

"A man has a few vulnerable spots. The balls, the throat, eyes, and ears." She comes to wrap her fingers around my neck again. "When someone grabs hold of you like this, take hold of her thumb and bend it back until you hear it crack, but she'll probably let go before that."

"Okay."

Lisa raises her other hand as if she's going to hit me. "Prepare for a punch. The fucker will want to teach you a lesson for hurting him."

"How do I stop that from happening?" I ask, getting into the training.

Lisa lets go of me and steps back. "Punch me."

I let out a burst of laughter. "Be serious."

"I am." She holds her arms open on either side of her. "Punch me, Jennie."

The only thing I've punched is my pillow. Here goes nothing. I dart forward and throw a punch, but Lisa blocks it with her forearm before swatting my fist away. "That's how you block. Now you do it."

"Okay." When she throws a punch that won't even hurt a fly, I easily block it. "It doesn't help you take it easy on me," I complain.

"I'm not going to take an actual swing at you, knowing I'll hurt you," she replies. "Just get used to blocking the action of punching."

I nod, and when she repeats the action, I bring my arm up. We keep practicing, and slowly the motions grow faster until I'm sweating and breathless.

"Drink some water, moya Malen'kaya Feya," Lisa instructs.

While I'm swallowing the cool liquid down, she says, "Because you're smaller, you have to be faster. That will be your weapon, so work on your speed."

"Okay."

I've just put the water down when Lisa lunges for me. Her chest slams into my back, and her arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off my feet.

"Elbow me," she instructs. I don't hesitate, slamming my elbow into her side. "Good girl."

Jesus.

She doesn't let go but pushes me forward until I'm shoved against the wall.

"Remember when you stomped on my foot?" she asks.

"Yes," I breathe against the plaster.

"That was a good move. You caught me off guard," she praises me, making heat flush through my core and dampening my shorts.

I brace my hands on the wall and rub my butt against her hardness. "Lisa," I moan.

Her breaths skim over my ear. "You wet for me, moya Malen'kaya Feya?"

I nod quickly. "Drenched."

Lisa lets go of me, then orders, "Get naked, baby."

I turn around as I pull my tank top over my head. When I push my shorts down, Lisa kicks her sweatpants to the side.

Instead of grabbing me so we can fuck, she gives me a mischievous grin as she steps back onto the sparring mat.

"Training isn't over."

"I'm not going to learn shit with you all naked and hard," I mutter as I walk closer.

"Do you know what's a turn-on for me?" she asks. When I shake my head, she says, "When you struggle against me."

Considering what I've been through, I never thought it would be a fantasy I'd like, but I know I'm safe with Lisa. She'll never do anything to hurt me.

And it might be cathartic because I know the outcome will leave me boneless from pleasure and not broken and defeated.

Lisa watches me while I process what she said, then asks, "Will you be okay with it?"

My eyes lower to her impressive length. "Yes, as long as it ends with you fucking me."

Her eyes fill with dark heat, and she slowly stalks around me in a circle.

Waiting for her to make her move, my eyes follow her every step.

"Give me a safe word."

"For?"

"When you reach your limit and need to stop," she explains.

"Ah…" I try to think of a word I won't accidentally use. "Mercy?"

"Works for me," she murmurs, her voice low and deep as she keeps prowling around me.

My eyes rake over her body, drinking in the sight of her hard cock and the veins snaking beneath her skin.

There's no way I'm going to take this seriously. All I want to do is jump her and ride her until I'm screaming with pleasure.

Suddenly, Lisa lunges at me. Her arm wraps around my neck, and my feet are swept from under me. I'm taken down to the sparring mat, then her body presses hard against mine.

Knowing it will be a turn-on for Lisa, I strain against her hold. It's useless, but I feel her cock jerk against my butt, which means she likes it. It encourages me to fight harder, and I even manage to squirm out from under her.

Just as I push up on my hands and knees, she grabs hold of my hips, and I'm yanked back against her body. Our skin meets with a hard slap, our breaths rushing over our lips.

"God, this is hot," I groan, unable to stay in my role of damsel in distress.

Then Lisa's hand connects with my buttcheek. "Focus."

Holy shit.

Intense heat floods me, coating the insides of my thighs. My abdomen tightens so hard, a moan escapes me.

Lisa shoves her hand between my legs, then she groans, "Christ, moya Malen'kaya Feya loves being spanked."

"If I had known sooner, I would've disobeyed you whenever you threatened to spank me," I admit.

Her palm connects with my skin, sending another tsunami of heat through me. I push my butt out, my back arching. "Lisa," I groan, desperate for release. "Fuck me."

I'm spanked again, then her fingers slide through my wet heat, sinking inside me. "Christ, you're soaked for me, baby."

"I need you," I whimper as she starts to thrust her fingers inside me. "So, sooo badly."

"Spread your knees," she orders, the role-play a thing of the past as our burning desire for each other scorches the air.

I obey, the air on my clit only driving me wilder for friction.

Lisa grips my hips, and holding me in place, she fills me with a brutal thrust. If it weren't for her hands on me, I'd face plant from the force.

Not giving me time to adjust to her large girth, Lisa pounds into me as if she's trying to tear me in two.

Gasps and whimpers spill from me, mixing with the sound of our slapping skin.

My nails claw at the mat, and every time she fills me, her palm connects with the side of my butt cheek.

"Shit, Lisa," I pant. "Yes. Please." Random words fall over my lips as she fucks me so hard, it's impossible to catch my breath.

With another slap to my butt, the orgasm hits me so hard, my arms buckle, and my cheek slams against the carpet. With my butt in the air and Lisa hammering into me, intense pleasure seizes my body. It keeps hitting me in relentless waves, making one orgasm blend into another, and another until it feels as if I might pass out.

My vision goes spotty as Lisa makes my body jerk with a final hard thrust before she buries herself deep, letting out a throaty groan from her own orgasm.

She empties herself inside me with three short thrusts, grinding her pelvis against my butt, then she releases my hips.

I slump to my side, desperately gasping for air, my body so numb, I don't think I'll be able to move for a while.

Lisa drops onto her back next to me, sucking in deep breaths of air. "Jesus Christ, Jennie."

"You paralyzed me," I mutter.

She turns onto her side and caresses my butt. "Fuck, I left a handprint on your ass. Are you okay?"

Her touch makes residual pleasure spasm through me. "So good," I mumble. "Don't stop.

Her fingers keep kneading my heated skin, and before I know it, I drift off to sleep.

I'm pulled out of my nap when Lisa picks me up. She carries me to our bed and gently lays me down. I hear water running, then feel a warm cloth between my legs as she cleans me. Her lips brush over the curls between my legs while sleep flirts around the edges of my mind.

Lisa presses a kiss to my hip, then to my abdomen. She sucks a nipple into her mouth, her teeth nipping it into a hard bud.

When she licks and kisses her way up to my neck, my mouth curves into a smile. "Sleepy," I groan.

"Do you have a problem with me fucking you while you're asleep?" she asks, her voice hoarse with the passion she feels for me.

"Not at all," I mumble sleepily. "Have at it."

"Then sleep, moya Malen'kaya Feya, while I have my wicked way with your tight pussy."

Jesus. So much for a nap.

I stretch out beneath her, opening my legs wide. "Enjoy yourself." I pretend to sleep as Lisa's hands knead my breasts, her teeth feasting on my nipples.

God, this is actually one hell of a turn-on.

I keep my body limp and my breaths as even as possible.

"Fuck," Lisa's voice grumbles. "I love this role-play a hell of a lot more than the struggling one. You unconscious and at my complete mercy is hot as fuck, moya Malen'kaya Feya."

I keep quiet, my abdomen buzzing with need as her hands rove over my body, her touch growing harder and harder with desperation.

My heart is beating out of my chest, the entrance between my legs dripping with arousal.

There's not an inch of my skin Lisa doesn't touch. Her mouth latches onto the swells of my breasts, and she groans with satisfaction as she sucks my skin hard.

She moves down to my stomach, and when she reaches the stretch of skin above my curls, she bites my flesh as more groans spill from her.

Her hands massage their way up and down my thighs, and I almost lift my hips in desperation but catch myself in time.

My body trembles from the intense attention and unbearable need building in my core.

"Don't fucking move," she orders. "Keep pretending you're asleep."

God, it's hard, but I obey.

Lisa shoves my legs open as wide as they'll go. I feel her breath on my clit and anticipate her tongue, but instead, she bites the inside of my thighs.

I'm going to die.

It feels as if my entire body is fluttering like a hummingbird's wings.

Finally, she pushes her fingers inside me, only to pull them out. A moment later, she coats my lips with my arousal, and when she starts to lick and suck at my mouth, it's especially hard not to kiss her back. She forces her tongue inside, and it takes all my strength to swallow the moan as she brushes hard strokes over mine.

She frees my mouth, then her breaths skim over my ear. "I'm going to fuck you, and if you make a sound or move, I'll keep fucking you until you're really unconscious."

Yes. Please.