les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

77. Training Session Gets Heated

Imagine: You're not very good at fighting so Eric offers you some private training lessons.

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You punch at the bag until your knuckles bleed, but it's still no good, it barely even budges. All the other initiates can do it, why can't I?

You let out a groan of frustration, and you feel eyes on you and you turn your head to see who it is, Eric. Why was he watching you so intently? You shrug your shoulders and begin punching once again.

Finally Four calls for the dismissal of your class. You had been training for a month and a half now, and you were still no good. All the initiates began filing out and you rushed after them, only to have a booming voice call after you.

"Y/N," You spin on your heel, and face Eric, "I want you to stay behind for a bit."

A few of the initiates give you a strange look, but of course, they don't question Eric and instead they just leave. Four leaves along with them too, not wanting to butt into Eric's business.

"Yes Eric?" You say as confidently as you can.

"I'd like you to stay back for another hour or two to train."

"W-what?" You were already exhausted, what was he saying?!

"You heard me," He glares, "You're horrible at fighting and you can barely punch a bag, let alone a real person!"

"Thanks Captain Obvious," You mumble.

"I'm offering you private training sessions, don't act like such a little bitch," He says curtly.

That's when it struck, Eric, the big bad Eric, was offering you private training sessions. What the fuck? "Sorry."

He leads you through some basic techniques, and the makes you work with the bags a bit longer, adjusting your positions to assure that the bag would actually move. Though you noticed, his hands always lingered a bit longer on your body than they should.

"Alright Y/N, now let's get to the actually fighting."

"Huh? What do you mean actually fighting?!" You feel a bit concerned now.

"You know exactly what I mean. I am your opponent, you will fight me. Need I say more?" He's getting a bit irritated at this point.

You make your way into the ring with Eric, and he throws the first punch, you quickly dodge it. Though, you are not quite fast enough for the second one, this lands straight into your jaw and you moan in pain. After the two of you have been sparring for about ten minutes, Eric has you pinned to the ground, and he's grinning deviously.

"What?" You huff.

"Oh nothing, you just look really sexy under me," He smirks lustfully.

You blush profusely, "What are you implying?"

"Do you really want to know?" You contemplate this for a moment. Do I actually want to know what's going through this gorgeous-ass man's head. Eventually your curiosity gets the best of you and you nod shyly. He instantly leans in and attacks your lips with his. Not long after, the two of you are having a heated make-out session. Once Eric gets tired of your mouth, he moves down to your neck, causing you to gasp. He eventually moves lower to your collarbone. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, but you sure as hell were excited.

He back away for a minute, "You know Y/N, there's a reason why I made you stay back, and it was not for the kind of training you thought it was for. There is also a reason for why I locked the door behind us earlier."

He attached his lips back to your neck as his hands wandered your body. And the rest is history.

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