Drive Me Wild

Chapter 24 - Abigail

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. After finishing off the last pieces of my pizza I told Duke I was going upstairs to change. I had decided to change into a sports bra and small booty shorts. Since gaining more weight back, I was slowly starting to feel more confident in my skin. Some curves had come back along with my ass becoming rounder, I could tell that Duke loved it. Even if he didn't say it.

It had been a long time since I had worn anything this revealing and I felt slightly nervous to step outside. Duke was waiting for me in the garden, setting up some mats for whatever self-defence he was going to teach me.

Giving myself one last glance and a pep talk, I make my way downstairs and towards the garden.

"Fuck. Me." A voice drags my head up from the ground.

Duke's gaze is roaming all over my body, a look of hunger etched all over his face. I could tell that I had caught him off guard.

"Problem?" I preen, feeling confident for once.

"How am I meant to teach you self-defence when you're looking like that?" He exasperates.

"I'm just wearing comfortable clothes."

He crosses his arms. "You most likely wouldn't be wearing comfortable clothes if you were defending yourself."

"Oh well," I sigh, walking over to Duke.

I slowly raked my gaze down Duke's body noticing the rather large tenting that had appeared. My cheeks heated up quickly and my mouth was stuck in an 'o' formation.

"Something interesting you're looking at?" He smirks.

"Uh, no. How about we get on with it?"

"Right then. Come over here Abbie," He crooks a finger at me.

Nerves and excitement bubbled in my chest at what was to come. I didn't know the first thing about self-defence, so anything Duke told me would be a new learning experience.

"Punch me." Duke holds his arms out.

"What?"

"Go ahead. Punch me."

I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. By the look of his stance, he was in a defenceless position where I could hit him anywhere. It didn't feel right to punch him, he hadn't done anything wrong.

"I don't know if I can." I shy.

"That's not going to help you in a fight."

"I'm not in a fight!" I argue.

Duke quickly storms towards me and roughly grabs my arm, making me wince. "Hit me."

The iron grip on my arm was not easing and becoming more painful by the minute. I knew what I had to do to get him off me though.

Before I could change my mind, I balled my hand into a fist and tried to swing it at Duke's face with as much force as I could muster. I expected to feel a burst of pain through my knuckles when it connected, but it never happened. A rough hand grabbed at my fist and I was chucked to the floor. As I lay on my stomach Duke's legs came over my back and straddled me, not giving any sort of leeway.

"How the fuck?" I surprise.

"You went straight for my face, that's a very obvious move." He explains.

I start squirming in his hold, wanting to get out.

"If an attacker has you in this hold, there's a chance you won't be able to get out of it."