His Little Wife

Chapter 8

I stand in the doorway as I look into the room. All the equipment had been moved to one side of the gym to make way for whatever Lucian had in mind.

'Come here.' He beckons from a large blue mat at the side of the gym.

I hurry over to him and stand where he points for me to stop. I wait for his next command like an obedient child. 

'I'm going to teach you how to defend yourself.'

'Why?' I ask.

'Because it's something any woman should know. There are some nasty people out there.' He warns me.

'Isn't that what your security is for?'

'In a perfect world, yes. But it's always good to be prepared.'

'Okay...'

'I'm going to come at you and I want you to fight me off.' He tells me as if I possessed the ability to do just that.

'But...' is all that comes out before Lucian storms across the mat and grabs my arms.

I don't do anything to fight him off as I just stare at him in horror, unable to move.  He swings his foot behind my legs and before I know it I'm laying on my back, looking at the ceiling with a disappointed Lucian glaring down at me.

'That was terrible.' He tells me, walking back to where he was standing. 'Again and actually try this time.'

I pull myself up and this time I'm ready for him when he marches over to me. I manage to slap him across the face before he grabs me and pushes me back down to the floor again.

'Is that the best you can do?' He asks me, clearly disappointed with my lack of combat skills.

'I've never had to do anything like this before' I try to defend myself.

'I guess I'll just go over the basics this morning then. We'll practice once a week until you can fight me off.'

I glare at him, looking him up and down. How does he ever imagine I'll be able to fight him off? He had over a foot on me, not to mention the muscles upon muscles.

'But you're huge? I'll never be able to.' I admit.

'I'm a pretty good teacher. Now when I come at you again I want you to knee me between the legs.'

'You want me to kick you in the dick?'

'No, knee me. If you raise your whole leg I can grab your ankle and knock you over.  Don't give your opponent the opportunity.' He guides as he moves towards me again.

When he comes at me I wait for him to grab my arms and I ready myself to swing my knee between his legs. He catches it though, stopping the impact.

'Good. That was good. This time after you knee me I want you to use the palm of your hand and drive it upwards into my nose.'

I nod my head as he comes forward, putting his instructions to use. He stops me before I make impact, but I feel more confident already just from those two instructions.

'And then what?' I ask wanting to know more.

'Run'

'Run?' I ask confused.

'You're too small to protect yourself. Your best chance after you've subdued your attacker is to run for safety.'

'So this is it?'

'For now. We'll keep practicing this until you're confident with it.'

'It's not hard. I already know what to do.'

'You think you're done after just 10 minutes?' He asks, giving me a pointed look.

I shrug my shoulders confused at what else there is to get. Knee and palm. I can remember that.

'Fine. I'll come at you again and you can stop me then.'

Without a response he lunges forward, grabbing my arms. I raise my knee to hit him, but he pushes it away with ease and then catches my wrist before I can lift my arm. He then spins around, pulling me towards the floor. Where he pins me down beneath his body.

His legs straddle my hips and he holds my arms above my head as we both look at each other with only me panting.

'You think you're ready now?'

'You knew what I would do. That's cheating' I pant, trying to wriggle out from underneath him.

'You think if someone wants to attack you they'll be fair? All anyone has to do it get you to the floor then they'll do whatever they want. You can't move with me on top of you. How are you going to stop me from pulling these down?' He asks, running his finger down my bare stomach towards the waistband of my leggings.

His touch is delicate and teasing as he keeps eye contact. When he reaches the top of my leggings it's as if he's waiting for my permission to continue, but my annoyance takes over from his condescending training methods.

'Get off me.' I shout, bucking my hips.

'I wouldn't do that to your attacker if I were you. You might give them the wrong idea.' He tells me with a wink as he stands, holding his hand out for me.

I smack it away from my face as I stand on my own, scowling at him.

'Want to go again?' He asks with a mocking tone.

I throw him a look before I turn to walk to the far side of the mat, grabbing a bottle of water sitting on the floor.

'I didn't say it was going to be easy.' He says to me, eyeing me from where he stands.

His words didn't make me feel any better. I still felt like a useless little girl, unable to defend herself, relying on her kidnapper to save her. It was embarrassing and humiliating. I'd give anything to be able to hit him and for him to actually feel it, but that wouldn't be anytime soon. I just wanted this session to be over so I could get away from him. Get away from him and imagine a day where I could best him. The thought almost made me smile.

'I think that's enough for today. Let's go and eat something' he tells me as he turns and walks out the room, leaving me alone, angry and tense.