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Straightening, I accept a small wooden dowel from him. It extends a little on either side of my palm. One end has a felt-tip marker loaded with red ink.
“Remember what I showed you yesterday?”
I bite my lip and flutter my lashes at him. “How could I forget?”
“Focus, Ranay. This is serious. This is the difference between you living to see another day, or never seeing me again.”
Put that way…I nod.
“Throat.” He touches his neck with a similar dowel, leaving a red circle on his skin. “Heart.” He makes an ink circle over his left pectoral. “Thigh.” Another red circle high on his thigh, almost in his groin. “Any one of these, well-placed, will kill, but don’t stop with one. Never strike once and think you’re done.Boom, boom boom, and if he’s not down, try for the other thigh or the groin.” He holds up his hand and curls his fingers at me in a come-hither signal. “Slow motion first. Follow my marks. Go.”
Only a foot away from him, I lift my right hand, but then he snags my wrist and adjusts the dowel so it fits better in my palm.
“Feel the difference?”
I try not to think about what he’s teaching me, but the red ink is way too close to blood. “Yeah.”
He tips my chin up, his brown eyes warm and tender. “You can do this, Ranay. Let me teach your body the moves. Then you won’t even have to think about it.”
“It looks like blood,” I whisper. “I don’t like to think about you bleeding.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Think about how much I like blood.”
“Even your own?”
“Especially my own, if that means you’re safe. This is just a dance.” He takes my hand in his and guides me through the three movements. “Boom, boom boom.Again.Boom, boom boom.” He lets go of my hand and I do the same pattern, over and over until he nods. “Now, do it harder. Try to make me move. You’re not going to hurt me.”
I manage to make him rock back a little when I hit his chest. I’m careful not to hit him too high in the groin area. No way will I risk incapacitating my Master in any way. I start to repeat the pattern, and he suddenly steps aside, easily dodging my attempt to mark his neck.
“I’m going to make you work for it now. Come after me, and see if you can keep the same general beat.Boom, boom boom.Get as close to the original stamps as possible for the best blows.”
If I don’t think about someday holding a real knife, I could enjoy this. It’s a game, chasing my Master, earning his smiles and nods of approval. He starts easy but soon we’re both intent and breathing hard.
Finally, he signals for a pause. My lungs burn but I’m pretty darned pleased with myself.
“You’re fast. You seem small and timid when people first meet you, so use that to your advantage. Don’t try to seem big and brave. Make yourself small, look afraid, and let him get close. Thenboom, boom boomas hard and fast as you can.”
“Then what?”
“Follow him to the ground, and do the cycle again, only hit the other thigh and the other side of the throat.” He shows me, starting with his opposite thigh and ending at his throat. “Always finish off your attacker. Don’t stop. Don’t think. Just strike. We’re going to play a game for the next few days. Any time I saystrike, I want you to attack me with these three blows. Got it?”
“Sure.”
“The last thing I want to show you is what to do if you’re grabbed from behind.” He gestures for me to turn around, and then he wraps his arm around my neck. “Most men aren’t going to be worried about a woman hurting them, so he’ll be careless. He’ll come in nice and close, like this.”
He pulls me back against him so I can feel every hard muscle in his body. My blood is already high after working so hard. Having a gorgeous, sweaty male body against me devastates my ability to concentrate. I drop my head against his shoulder and make sure his cock is nice and happy against my ass.
“That’s not quite what I had in mind,” he murmurs against my ear. He adjusts how he holds me, wrapping his palm around the front of my throat rather than his forearm. “This is more personal. More intimate. But if a man is going to grab a luscious slave like you, he’ll probably want you fully at his mercy.”
“You speak as if you know this so-called attacker.”
“I do, in a way. He’ll be like me.”
I still against him, barely breathing. “Why do you say that?”
“He’s a predator. He’ll relish the hunt, the chase, the kill. He’ll want to play with his food first, as long as he has time. Even if he’s rushed, he’ll want to assert himself above me as the alpha.”
I huddle against him, soaking in his warmth and strength. “You’re my alpha. You’re my Master.”
