Don't Play With Fire

Chapter Thirteen

I sat at the kitchen island eating an apple as I read a book I found laid on the table. This Christian Grey guy was completely off his hinges. He didn't do shit right.

One, he cared about his own pleasure more than he did his subs. Not saying I was a master or 'sir' type of person but I could do a helluva lot better than him. As a dominant you were suppose to put the needs of whoever you were with first by knowing what they liked. He just did whatever the hell he liked and called it kinky sex. Bullshit.

It was all about balance. They liked being choked? Fair game. Tied up, restrained? All okay. But if they weren't into pain infliction yet you still did it because you were.. now that's straight up abuse. That wasn't a good dominant at all.

As I flipped the page, full of disgust, I looked up when Elena walked into the kitchen with workout attire and went straight for the fridge, ignoring me. I smirked and looked back at the book as I spoke. "Good morning, I made breakfast." Silence. "There's also that left over pizza I spent an hour and a half making. You know, the one you interrupted my moment for?"

I looked over my shoulder and she was pouring cereal into a bowl stubbornly but I wasn't letting it get to me today. Letting it go, I grabbed my water bottle and walked out of the kitchen to the in home gym.

I pulled my headphones on and stretched for a few minutes before putting on boxing gloves to bruise up this punching bag. As music blasted in my ears, I spent the next few minutes punching the bag. About halfway through my workout routine, the door opened and I already knew who it was so I kept my focus.

That didn't last long.

I looked up out of curiosity and at what I saw... goodness, I couldn't help but laugh. Her head shot up and eyes turned to slits when she saw me looking at her. "I'm sorry I- what was that?"

"Fuck you." She hissed and threw the gloves off and trying to storm past me but I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist, carrying her back to the mat. "Let me go."

"Nope." I sat her down and pulled my gloves off, replacing them with focus mitts. "Get your gloves back on." She crossed her arms and I raised my eyebrows stepping closer as I eyed her. "Elena.." Her shoulders slowly dropped at my tone. "Gloves on."

"Fine." She mumbled and turned to pick up her gloves, putting them on. I watched in amusement as she got one glove on, struggling to get the second. "I got it." She said when I stepped forward to help so I nodded and crouched down, watching her 'get it' for two more minutes. "This stupid shit!" She whined dramatically.

"Come on." I mumbled and stood back up. "Use that mouth you like to run so much." She glared at me but raised the glove to her mouth and used her teeth to attach the Velcro strap. "There you go. Now from what I saw you can't hit for shit." I raised up my hands, covered by the mitts, and nodded. "Let me see your right jab."

She raised her hand up and hit right hand but it felt more like a butterfly kiss. "What?" She huffed at my frowned face. "That was good!"

"Yeah, if you're fighting a toddler. Hit me like you mean it and not like a little prissy p-" My head flew back when she suddenly threw a punch right at my nose. I squeezed my eyes shut and sniffed before nodding softly. "Yeah okay.. that was good."

She tilted her head and put her hands back up cockily. "Was that too hard for you?"

I smirked and raised the mitts. "Never, let's go, brat." She started to punch the mitts harder, following my commands and I took steps back as she started to advance. "Good.. right right left, very good." I could see her start to smile, not smirk for once and it was good to see she wasn't all bratty. "Ready to go against me now?"