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The only thing that could be hear was my gasping and my weak punches against the punching bag.
It was my pathetic attempt to improve. They were all better than me and they knew it.
Even my teacher makes fun of it, which is why I came to the Training room alone in the middle of the night.
If they knew, they'd make fun of me even more.
But this is my last chance. This academy.
They want us to be the best of the best agents, and a lot are working for Shield. I don't know if thats the case for me, because I just want to be the person in the shair. The ine behind it all, helping the superhero and stuff.
And for that, I dont necesserely need to fight, but the Academy has standarts and for me, to reach the next level of my training, I need to take this fighting class.
Distracted by my thoughts, my technique became worse and my strokes became more inaccurate. Annoyed I breathed and stopped, it was time for a break anyway. It was still a long night.
At that moment, I felt something behind me and before I could react, an arm wrapped around my neck.
Reflexively my hands shot at the arm and I hurriedly pushed one hand under it to prevent my troat from getting squeezed.
In a hurry I bent forward and stepped backwards with momentum.
However, the kick went into the void and I began to think in haste and panic.
My next attempt happened out of sheer desperation, as I just opened my mouth and bit the arm in front of me hard.
At that moment, I inhaled the smell of my attacker and froze.
Just like the person behind me.
For the next few seconds, time seemed to stand still and all I could hear was the thundering heartbeat in my chest when suddenly someone next to my ear breathed out.
"You didn't get that technique from me, Ms. Holden. "
His arm was slightly curled around my neck but only so much that I could breathe.
Swallowing, I clawed myself into his arm without noticing and tried to pull myself out.
"Well, sometimes you just have to get creative, sir. Especially in attacks like this. "
He wouldn't let up and so I finally gave up and tried to focus on something other than his breath against my ear, his stomach on my back, or his smell in my nose.
Which I couldn't do.
I even noticed in fright how my body relaxed and I leaned slightly against him.
With bright red cheeks, I realized that he must have noticed that too.
It's embarrassing.
"Will you tell me what you're doing here in the middle of the night?" He hummed in my ear.
The feeling of his lips, which sometimes almost inadvertently tighten my ear, caused a tinglingin my stomach.
"I-", my voice was a single embarrassing creak and I cleared myself briefly. "Actually, it's quite self-explanatory, sir. "
"But I want to hear it from your pretty mouth, Ms. Holden. "
His deep voice made me shudder this time and goose bumps arose on my arms.
Embarrassed, I turned away from his mouth to his arm and stared fascinated at the material of his sweater.
"I'm just trying to get better. "
For a short time it was quiet and I listened to my own much too fast heartbeat while waiting for a reaction.
"Good," he muttered and I was about to exhale relieved, as I expected he would just walk away again, but that was not the case.
The next moment the pressure on my neck increased and I made a suffocated sound of myself.
"Then show me what you can do. "
He breathed at me as I gasped for air.
Since my first trick had not worked I had to bet on something else.
The element of surprise.
I kept working my arm through the noose around my neck, trying to make him think that I would try the same thing I just did.
Then I pushed his arm forward with as much force as I could and drove around.
His nose touched mine as I looked up at him in fright and his gaze hit mine.
Something flashed in his eyes and I could still see the corners of his mouth shoot upwards as his arms closed around me in the next moment.
Reflexively, I pushed my right leg outwards, pulled out and kicked him as hard as I could in his kneecap as I leaned against him with my full weight.
His eyes didn't let go of mine, even when we were both on the ground the next moment.
I breathed in violently only to exhale again in the next moment.
His arms were on my back, with my shirt slipping up a bit, which resulted in his arm touching my naked skin. The metal, which replaced his one arm, I now felt clearly on my skin.
His eyes looked at me searchingly as he placed his metal hand completely on my back.
I bit my lips hard to suppress a wheezing.
He began to smile as the redness shot into my cheeks.
But that grin on those far too full lips reminded me of the grin he would make when I failed in training.
It started to boil in me and I noticed the corners of my mouth moving upwards when I came up with something.
I briefly saw his gaze shooting at my mouth and his eyebrows rising as I was already shooting around him.
I hurriedly grabbed his arms under my leg and over his head as I wrapped both my legs around his head and squeezed them.
Out of sheer anger, I could not suppress my strength and squeezed my legs.
A deep gasp escaped his mouth as I took his breath away.
My legs began to tremble at the sound and a warm feeling shot through me between my legs.
Frightened, I also gasped and he took full advantage of this moment.
This time he was the one shooting around.
For a brief moment, he lay with his head on my abdomen. The next moment, however, he shot up and kneeled over me.
Again, a gasp escaped me as he raised my knees in every motion, so that his abdomen bumped against mine.
Through my leggings I could feel the closure of his belt and my legs trembled at the touch.
My gaze hit him and something flashed in his gaze.
Something dark.
The next moment he grabbed me with his hands at my hip, picked me up and turned me around with gusto.
I squeaked slightly, which turned into a gasp when he pressed me with his hands against my back to the floor.
My cheek lay on the cool ground as he took my arms together behind my back and held it with one hand.
I began to fight back violently and tore off my arm.
Immediately I tried to turn around, but he wouldn't let me do it by pressing his knee lightly on my back.
"Asshole. "
The pressure on my back was hard and his upper body pressed against my back the next moment.
Lightly his breath passed over my ear and I shuddered, which he definitely saw as my resistance to him died.
"Say that again. "
Something dark, threatening was in his voice as he spoke softly into my ear.
"Excuse me," I breathed, "Big asshole. "
Roughly he laughed at my ear and I bit my lips at the sound.
I still fought back violently, but his grip was rock-hard around my arms.
Suddenly I heard him laughing softly in my ear.
This fight seems to be exhausting only for me. Annoyed, I uttered a grunt and tried to defend myself with one last attempt.
This time I also used my legs, which I immediately regretted when I felt him put his metal hand on them and press down.
I breathed sharply as his hand remained there, even though my legs were doing nothing.
But he was not allowed to win. Not like that.
That's when I remembered the dagger under my shirt.
It was unfair, but he was the coach, he has to be able to do it.
Slowly I let my resistance die and felt him opening his mouth next to me to say something as I threw my head in the direction.
The back of head slammed against his chin and I heard him blowing air through his nose as I felt his grip around my arms loosen.
I quickly ripped my arms off, drove around, and at the same time pulled my dagger out of my shirt.
His eyes were on me, but I did not allow myself to be distracted, wrapped my legs around his hip and swung to him.
Now he was underneath me.
I put my dagger to his throat and my lips twisted into a triumphant smile.
He didn't fight back. He just looked at me.
Slowly he tilted his head.
"You didn't get that from me, Ms. Holden. "
There was something accusing, suspicious and annoying in his voice. Some People would call it jealousy.
My legs squeezed even more tightly around his hip. He raised his eyebrow.
"Slowly I wonder if that's why you listen so little in training. " His voice became quieter, more threatening.
"Maybe someone else will explain it better,"
If his voice could get any darker, it was just as he bent over to me, "or shows it to you much more. "
Goosebumps rolled over my body and my legs trembled, which he had to feel, because the next moment his hands were on my thighs.
He put his head back on the ground and looked at me in such a way that I slipped restlessly on him for a moment.
His eyes immediately darkened and his fingers pierced into my thighs.
My dagger was still on his throat, but loose, so I couldn't seriously hurt him.
His gaze flew down to my top the next moment.
"The dagger was well hidden," his gaze left my upper body as he spoke.
"Do you know what I'm wondering?"
I quickly moistened my lips and looked at him mute, defiantly.
His gaze shot up to me briefly and he smiled, while his gaze also slided down on me again.
"Whether you've hidden more. "
My breath stuck in my throat and my battered body tightened.
He looked up into my eyes.
Gently, I felt his one hand detach from my thigh and slowly slide up to the hem of my top to pull it.
"We don't want you to get hurt. "
Something flashed in his eyes.
"Besides," his gaze was already at my upper body and I was breathing sharply as his finger slipped under my shirt and he touched my naked skin, "I'm curious what you're hiding underneath. "
Heat shot into my cheeks and the corners of my mouth twitch dangerously when I saw on his lips a steady twitch at his ambiguous remark.
Slowly I leaned forward.
However, I did not dare to look him in the face and instead looked at my dagger at his neck.
"Why," I breathed, wetting my dry lips as I slowly let the dagger slide down his throat, "don't you find out?"
His body tightened and his jaw protruded as well.
With a provocative giggle, I pressed the dagger a little tighter on his throat.
"Or do you admit that you underestimated me?"
Challengingly, I looked up at him and held my breath as I saw his intense gaze on me.
He literally pierced me with his dark eyes and warmth slipped further down through my body.
Swallowing, I inadvertently pressed myself closer to him, which was supported by his hands on my bare hip.
"With pleasure," he muttered and before I could react he had thrown us around again and I was lying with my back on the floor again. But the dagger was still in my hand and I began to fight back again. It was an alternation of striking and fighting.
Eventually we found a rhythm that I tried to break out of to land a devastating blow, but he wouldn't let me.
Sweat ran down my temples and gasping I tried a final trick, which failed miserably because he just caught my weakening arms.
The next moment I felt something leathery, firm closing around my wrists and gasped.
He had turned us so that I was on the floor with my upper body and he pressed his knee from behind against my back.
I had now officially lost.
Annoyed I breathed and breathed heavily back into my lungs when I heard a slight clang.
The next moment I felt my own dagger at my throat and tried to ward it off with my hands, which I could not.
Disturbed, I tried to look down and ripped my hands as I realized what it was.
He had me tied up with his belt.
A shiver swept over my body and I had to suppress a whimper as he forced me to lift my head with the dagger. My upper body had twisted slightly so that I could look at him and the look in his eyes gave me goose bumps.
"Now, Ms. Holden," he muttered and took an art pause, letting his gaze wander over me.
"Will you voluntarily show me your other weapons, or," he let the end of the sentence hang in the air between us as he drove the dagger over my stomach.
Frightened, I strained.
More and more heat gathered between my legs as I felt his gaze on me and he gently pressed more and more against my top with the blade of the dagger.
His gaze shot up to me.
The tension between us was palpable when one suddenly heard it tear.
Frightened, I looked at him and he began to smile.
The next moment I felt the metal blade of the dagger against my naked stomach.
Sticking, I breathed out my stopped air again and looked into his eyes.
Fascinated he looked at my stomach and pulled his dagger further and further up through my shirt. He allowed me to turn on my back.
My cheeks kept getting redder as he drove over my bra and finally got under my chin.
Slowly my shirt fell down to both sides and I turned my head ashamed at his intense gaze.
"You disappoint me," he chuckled, and I wiggled around to him.
There was a glow in his eyes as he looked at me.
"I had expected at least two more daggers. "
Outraged, I leaned forward, "Take care, otherwise they'll be stuck in your back. "
Exerting myself, I gathered my last strength in my body and threw myself against him so that he tilted backwards and I squatted on him with my arms tied.
Now it was my turn to wrap him with my legs again.
I fell on him panting and tried to keep my balance, while he looked at me calmly the whole time and I could swear I saw a twitch at the corners of his mouth as he put his hands on my thighs helping me.
"Are you giving up?" He smiled evil and I looked at him annoyed.
"You're under me, sir, you're the one who gives up here. "
He started laughing and I froze at the sound of his laughter.
He lightly put his head in his neck and my gaze went along it.
His jaw was now even more protruding and the veins on his neck were even more effective than usual. By reflex, his hands pressed even more into my thighs and let me fall forward.
With a 'wumms' I landed gently on his upper body and my head directly in his neck bend.
Laughing lightly, he turned his head back to me and our eyes met.
Restless, I slipped back and forth on him and tried to sit up again with bright red cheeks. I mumbled something only I could hear. When I was half-sitting and about to get up, I felt his fingers drilling into my thighs and twitching.
Frightened, I saw him and froze at his blazing gaze.
He looked at me silently, his jaw grumbled, while his hands grew ever closer to my thigh.
Gasping, I slipped around to escape him as I felt something beneath me, turned brightly red and was suddenly thrown around with momentum.
All air escaped from my lungs when I found myself under him again.
His step pressed against mine and he raised my knees as he pressed his head into my neck bend and breathed heavily.
"You're driving me crazy," he almost growled, which made me whimper. Frightened, I turned my head away from him. His rough beard against my naked neck drove me crazy and his warm breath against my skin made my center pound even more.
Therefore, I could not stop my body from pressing even more against him.
Now we both gasped as I drove over his growing dick in his trousers.
"Sir," I gasped and he raised his head.
His hair fell into his face, while his eyes looked darkly down at me.
I looked at him panting and his gaze fell to my half-open lips.
The next moment his hand was in my hair and his lips on mine.
Whimpering, I gave myself to him and pushed myself even more against him. My hands tugged at his belt as he grabbed me by my braid and pressed me close to him.
His lips were rough and vigorous as he kissed me longingly.
The kiss faded more and more and I finally wrapped my legs around his hip and pressed myself against him.
His hand moved down from my thigh and he lifted his step slightly, which made me wail at his lips as I felt his hand there the next moment.
Gushing, I pressed my throbbing center more against his hand, which drove over it.
Only my leggings and panties were now between his hand and my salvation.
I began to gasp more and more violently and he took my lower lip between his lips and pulled it while his gaze looked for mine.
With half-closed eyelids, I looked at him and nodded as he circled a finger over my sensitive area.
I bit my lips hard and put my head in my neck, while at the same time pressing my hip even more against his hand and circling my hips.
Slowly he took his hand out of my hair and slipped it to the hem of my pants.
The next moment he pulled on it and my legs loosened from his hip so that he could strip my pants off me.
I lay there in front of him gasping and his gaze went over me and stuck to my black panties.
Slowly he slipped down and finally looked up at me.
My hip twitched at him as I whined as I looked at him through half-open eyes. He took that as consent and lifted my legs on his shoulders.
At the sight of him, my center pulsated even more and I was sure everything down there was wet from my desire for him.
His lips touched my naked thighs and he kissed along it forward to my center.
My wheezing got worse and worse as I felt his teeth on my lower breech and as he slowly pulled my panties off in the next moment.
He sat there for a moment, between my bare legs, just looking at me. Until it seemed he could no longer hold himself back. My legs were on his shoulders again when I felt his lips on pussy.
I moaned loudly when his tongue came up and pressed myself towards him. But his hands pressed me back by my hip again, while his tongue torturingly slowly explored everything.
Whimpering and panting I tossed my head back and forth. My legs trembled as I waited for him to give me what I needed.
Finally he closed his mouth and sucked on my clit, which made me moan loudly, then suddenly I felt one of his fingers at my entrance and the next moment he pushed it inside of me.
I moaned violently and tried to bring him deeper into me as his tongue circled over my clit and his finger satisfied me from the inside.
He took a second finger and everything inside me came together. His name eluded me moaning, which made him move faster as my belly completely contracted and my orgasm made me tremble.
But he didn't stop, instead he kept going at the same pace and I bent my back vigorously as a second orgasm started in me.
This one hit me almost harder than the first one, as he added a third finger at once and became faster and faster.
I lay there panting as he took his mouth from my middle and came up to me.
He gently nibbled my lip. His fingers were still pounding rhythmically into me as he put his lips on mine and I tasted my orgasm on his tongue.
A groan escaped me and I tried to take my arms close to the front, but failed.
Roughly he laughed and loosened his lips from mine, then he also slowly pulled his fingers out of me and I gasped because of the emptiness.
He held it in front of me and I saw it shine as he rubbed it against my lips.
His eyes looked at me as I opened my lips and he pushed his fingers into my mouth.
His eyes didn't leave mine while I sucked and licked his finger.
"Such a good girl. "