HOOKED: An Erotic Romance (7 page)

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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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 say a word in my head. That word was: green.

Green, green, green…