"Concentrate" Andrea demanded of herself. Her stance was perfect. She was on guard, legs shoulder length apart, her right leg ahead of her left leg and her balance was perfect. She stood there watching her sparring partner waiting for his move. They had been sparing partners for a long time, but Antonio Gomez had managed to stay a step ahead of her throughout their training. Her eyes were focused on his hips. Where the hips went, so did the body. And by knowing that, she knew exactly what sequence of moves he could use on her.
Andrea shouted at herself again, "Concentrate!" Antonio was trying a very new approach. He stood there in front of her. Slow subtle movements from side to side, testing her concentration and her ability to switch defense positions. She watched his hips, peripherally noting what his eyes were doing. She knew that allowing her attention to fade from his hips would spell doom for her, but this was taking very long and she wanted him to make the first move. He didn't appear to be in a rush. Patience was truly a virtue she did not possess.
She looked up to his eyes for a second. That was the key Antonio needed and wheeled around with a perfectly executed roundhouse kick. Andrea's excellent reflexes saved her from the impact by ducking backwards and then rotating her hips and upper body underneath the kick. She felt the air rush from his kick caress her face. She stood and took one step backward and lifted her knee and kicked straight out. Antonio anticipated the retort and pushed her leg away, coming forward with his fist thrusting forward, she just brushed it away with a rotating block. The adrenaline flowed throughout her body and she allowed herself to enjoy the fact that she had blocked all his attempts to make contact.
Andrea looked up with a smile, and Antonio took full advantage of her slight distraction. He pivoted left and Andrea bit on the faint. She saw his front kick coming and she was out of position. Her weight was forward on her stance and her arm blocks were also out of position. Her reflexes tried to lessen the coming blow by tightening her abdomen and blowing out in anticipation. She watched the knee reach the top position, and his foot begin to move towards her. Her arms moved quickly to strike a blow against the onrushing foot, but being just a millisecond too late. She felt the force of the blow upon her solar plexus; the impact drove her chest inward, pushing all the air out of her lungs. The energy of the blow drove her backwards. Her feet having been in the wrong position, flew out from under her. Andrea flew through the air and landed flat on her back. The impact pushed the rest of the air in her lungs out, leaving her down and breathless.
Antonio's training both in martial arts and in physiology gave him the advantage. She had asked specifically that this be a fight to the end, where one of them would be knocked unconscious. He understood her need for this level of combat training. After all she was a police officer and was called on often to have physical contact with very nasty people. Yet he still worried about delivering the right blow and still not do harm. Pain was inevitable, but harm was not acceptable to his moral code. He watched as she flew backwards, realizing she had been taken by the fake move and that allowed him to put an end to this sparing match.
Antonio noticed how hard she landed and per her request gave her no quarter. Andrea saw him leap at her, land near her and delivered the
coup de grΓ’ce
right to her jaw. The blow was quick and precise, her world was a bright flash of light, the beginning of pain and then everything faded to black. Her last fleeting memory was that she had asked Antonio not to hold back should he have the opportunity. He had requested confirmation of what she meant and when she repeated her request, accepted the rules of this engagement.
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Antonio stood over her limp body. His experience in the martial arts and with her in particular allowed him to fully enjoy the moment of overpowering someone that knew the totality of His mind and His desires. The warmth coursing through His mind was that which only one other person, other than the limp and lovely body laying under him, and that was Erika. He made sure that Andrea had suffered no real harm, always aware that knocking someone unconscious caused a mild concussion. He pulled her eyelids back, saw that her pupils were sufficiently responsive that there was no real harm done to her and then he turned slowly to Erika and saw her kneeling as she had been ordered to be, noticing the warm smile on her face.
"Speak freely, little one."
"Thank You, Master." her eyes lowered to the floor, the palm of her hands turned upward on her knees, her heat fully exposed to Him.
"Go onβ¦"
"I'm glad this one introduced You to her friend, she's never felt so happy as she does when she spars with you, Master."
Shortly after Antonio had visited the BDSM club in Hoboken and stalked Erika as she'd offered at the contact bar, He had taken her in hand and began her training. Erika was a very strong willed woman and was truly deserving of his full attention and devotion. The one thing that Erika needed was a strong Man in her life, someone that she could trust and count on in every way. In trade she gave Him her entire body, mind and soul. The payment was trust. A trust he'd earned protecting her from real life dangers with her job, and from over protective family member, and judgmental friends. He stood by her providing her with the solid foundation upon which to build her life, and now their home.