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"Try the groin kick now."
She rushes toward me, raises her bent knee, and straightens it just as her calf contacts my groin. Luckily, she's restraining herself. I let her try it several more times while I lunge at her and duck side to side while keeping our movements deliberate and painless. Though I'd told her to hold back, now I think that might be the wrong tactic. The only way she'll know for sure she can manage this maneuver is if I let her go all the way.
My balls ache just thinking about it.
"Enough practice," I say. "Time for a live demonstration."
Her eyes widen, and she blinks twice slowly. "You want me to ram your 'bollocks'? A few minutes ago, you told me not to do that."
"I was wrong. We don't have any time to waste. You need to know you can do this, and you need to realize that right now." I wave for her to back away, and I do the same until we're standing at opposite ends of the mat. "I'm going to come at you, but I won't give you any warning."
"You just did warn me."
"I meant I won't warn you when I do it. Understand?"
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, oh wise master."
I just manage to stifle a growl.
Allison smirks at me, her lips twitching like she's trying not to laugh.
Perfect. She's relaxed and off her guard.
I run at her.
She rushes forward, arms raised in front of her face, and swings her bent knee up, then straightens it to ram her calf into my groin.
Pain slams through me, making me double over and gasp. I look up at her. "That was perfect."
The fact that I'm still gasping and bent over tells me she has mastered that technique.
She grins. "Do I get a gold star?"
I straighten and blow out a breath, cocking one hip to take some of the pressure off my privates, which haven't completely recovered yet. "Next, we'll try the heel palm strike."
Allison bites her lip, eying my groin. "Are you okay? Looked like that really hurt."
"It did, which is a good thing."
"Are you sure you'll be okay? Maybe we should take a breather so you can recover."
"No breaks. With those creatures out there guarding the estate, we both need to be ready for anything."
"Okay. Let's keep going."
I show her the heel palm strike, which involves thrusting a flat palm backward and up into either the attacker's nose or the soft spot under the chin. She masters that technique too. Next, we try the elbow strike—swinging an elbow up crosswise to the attacker to hit the jaw hard. She has no trouble with that move either, even when I have her try performing the elbow strike while I'm behind her. The more we practice, though, the less force she uses, and I have to ask her why.
"Because I'm hitting you, of course," she says. "Don't want to leave you bruised and bloody."
"I can take it. Trust me. I lived in the Echo for five years, and no one in that world pulls their punches." I cup my groin and pretend to grimace. "But I don't think I'll ask you to practice the groin kick again."
Her gaze drops to my cock, and her tone turns husky. "No, I wouldn't want to damage your manly parts."
The way she spoke those words threatens to send all the blood in my body flooding into my "manly parts." I need to change the subject, or I'll be shagging her on the mat.
"Let's try a more advanced technique," I say. Then I crook my finger at her. "Come here. This is a close combat move."
Her lips curve into a sexy smile. "I like the sound of that."
