Chapter Fourteen - Dimitri

“I need a breather, Dimitri. Some normality in my life.” Peeling back the newspaper, I smirk at Ava as we share eggs benedict on my back porch.

“What part of eating breakfast together is not normal?” I tease, knowing what she means, but not exactly wanting to be without her. In the morning with no makeup and in her cute pajamas is how I like her best. I’ll never tire of looking at her, but there’s things I want her to learn before she heads back out into the world.

She rolls her eyes at me. “Dimitri.” She puffs out her cheeks, her warm golden-brown eyes pleading with me.

“You’ve been asking me for the last couple of weeks now, but you have to do something for me first.”

“What?” She chomps on her croissant as I lay down the ground rules.

“I want you to learn self-defense from me. You’ve gained more adversaries now that you’re with me. I need you to be able to handle anything coming your way.”

Ava gives me a quizzical glance as if assessing whether she wants to learn or not. “Do I have to. I don’t know if I want to.”

“If you want to hang out with this friend of yours. Cindy, is it?”

“You know her name is Cindy,” Ava rolls back spicily.

“Then I’m going to need you to do this for a week with me.”

“Alright. Jeez. One week and then I can go for the weekend. I need a break from all your high-society friends and associates. I swear they think their shit is golden.”

Smuggling a laugh, I can’t resist leaning over to kiss Ava’s sumptuous mouth. It comes up with many truths that I enjoy hearing. “You’re not wrong, and I want you to go. I just don’t want to be worried about you not being able to defend yourself.”

Ava grins. “Are you training me?” She bites the last of her croissant, the crumbs falling to land in the valley of her cleavage and making my dick rise. It doesn’t take much with her. She could be brushing her teeth, and I would want to take all her clothes off.

“Yes. I’m training you, and don’t expect an easy ride either,” I growl, eyeing her full breasts as the sun shines on her brown hair.

“Hmm, an easy ride.” I shut down the paper, looking at the time.

“Ava. I know what you’re doing. I’ll handle you later,” I warn, about to figure out how to rearrange my schedule for a quickie, but Viktor bursts my bubble.

“Hey, we’ve got an eight o’ clock meeting and we need to be on the other side in less than half. We better head off now.”

Viktor knows I don’t like being late. If I’m early, I feel as if I have the upper hand in meetings. “Ava. Meet me in the gym at six thirty. Don’t be late.”

“Okay.” She winks and I know I’m going to be wound up for the rest of the day, and by the end of the day, I’m looking forward to training Ava. I find her in the gym stretching on the floor mats.

I’m changed in shorts and a tank top, and she’s in Lycra leggings to show off her fuller figure and a form-fitting top. Fuck. Who organized this? Smiling at her, I take a hardline approach, so as not to give in and take her on the mat. I have to ignore how sexy she looks in order to train her first.

“Get up,” I order with my hands on my hips.

“Good evening to you too,” she giggles, but I hold on to my authority.

“No time for that. We’ve got three laps around the mat as a warm-up. Come on, because I’m going to put you through your paces, and we can’t do that with cold muscles.”

Ava licks around her lips in a challenge to me, my staunch facade breaking as I smack her hard on the ass, starting off the run. That’s enough to get her to run after me and propel us into the warm-up.

“Hey! That’s not part of the training.”

“Oh yes, it is.” I grin, dropping back to run alongside her on the large mat. The gym’s state of the art and some of the Bratva come to train in it. Lined up along the walls are boxing gloves, sticks for hand-to-hand combat, knives, punching bags, and a section with treadmills, step machines, and weights.

By the end of the warm-up, Ava has a nice sheen of sweat on her skin. Again, I must ignore how good she looks, her hair sticking to the frame of her round face. We stretch out as I ask her to attack me.

“I want you to defend yourself as if I was an attacker down a dark alley. Let me see your natural defense mechanisms, and then I can train you on your weaknesses,” I tell her as she jumps to her feet, and I tackle her from behind. She does what so many do. She tries to wrestle my hands free from around her waist, but I squeeze tighter, my biceps straining.

“Let go of me!” she yells.

“Come on, Ava. What are you going to do?” I taunt in her ear as she surprises me, lifting her arms, and stomping hard on my foot, then elbowing me in the lower gut. The punch isn’t enough to do any damage, but her series of powerful moves beforehand give me reason to believe Ava’s hiding more than I think she is.

“Oh. Not bad, Ava. So, you do have some moves.” I stretch out my toes, my foot throbbing slightly as she covers her hands over her face.

“Sorry. Did I hurt you?” Cutting my eyes at her, I shake my head.

“Never feel sorry for your attacker, that’s how you wind up getting hurt worse. I’m fine, but we need to refine that elbow jab. It needs to be to the face, then my stomach. Watch, I’ll take you through the steps. And how to twist the man’s arm and break it.”

For the next twenty minutes, we run the drill repeatedly until Ava can perform it in one smooth motion.

“No!” she screams in command, then the pointy end of her elbow aiming to connect with my cheekbone and then my stomach as she steps out twisting my arm in one lightning-fast motion.

“Good, Ava. Better. But this is a drill. You’re still a step too slow. What if they have a knife. Quicker next time,” I demand with authority. Ava looks at me as if she wants to wring my neck, but I need her to understand the gravity of the situation.

“Okay, shut up and stop yelling at me!” she fires back, a blaze lighting in her eyes.

“Good. Use that aggression. Show me, Ava. Because next I’m going to teach you the eye gouge.” She learns quickly, converting the knowledge I’ve taught her into gems she can use on the street, but by the end, we’re both sweaty and frustrated for two different reasons.

Her head is lowered as she pulls back her quads leaning against the wall for support, sweat dripping between the cavern of her breasts. Fuck. She looks good.

“I hate you,” she says quietly, breaking the thick air of tension between us.

Laughing hard, I sink my eyes into hers, her nipples showing through her sports bra, her brown locks sticking to her face as she pants from exertion. “I had to make sure you would work hard. I don’t want you getting hurt.” But Ava’s still not over it.

“How about I hurt you instead? You’re too bossy.”

“No, I’m not,” I quip, moving closer to her, her parted mouth wanting to smile.

“Yes. You are!” She glowers, her eyes glinting with desire.

One step from her face, I stand looking down at her. “Do you want to be the boss, Ava?” I ask, dipping a finger into the river of sweat between her breasts.

“Yes. I want to be the fucking boss.” She pushes me in the chest as I step back, off-kilter.

“Then show me your boss-lady moves. On the mat now.” She shoves me again. “If you can wrestle me to the ground, I’ll let you have your way with me.”

Of course, I want her to win the wrestle and put up a mild fight as our sweaty bodies mingle, and Ava pins my arm behind my back, slipping her leg behind my knee as I fall to floor, dragging her on top of me. Panting, I cling on to her gaze sliding her down to my hard cock and grabbing her ass so she can feel it.

Ava closes her eyes, crushing her mouth over mine, a fervor coming over her as she takes charge, turning me all the way on. “I need you out of that top. It’s your turn to do what I say,” she commands, lifting my tank top off, and I grin as she straddles me.

“Whatever you say, Boss.” With my top off, Ava pulls the band out of her hair, letting her locks fly free. I’m a man in heaven. She grins down at me, peeling herself out of her sweaty apparel but getting stuck in her top, leaving me in tears of laughter.

“Help me! Don’t laugh. You’re in big trouble.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so cute and hot,” I tell her, laughing in between as I throw her top to the side and help her out of her sports bra, leaving her heavy round breasts hanging in front of me like fruit for my mouth. I knead them, groaning as I take one in my mouth and Ava sighs in relief.

“Mm, you’re nice and salty,” I growl, wanting to ravish her. I gobble up the other one as Ava starts to grind on my waiting cock. “Hold on, I’ve plenty for you. Hold on.” She rides over the top of my shorts as a prelude to the main event, standing up to strip down her Lycra leggings and soaked, sweaty underwear. “On my face now,” I command thickly. Ava straddles my face as I plunge my tongue into her salty, wet walls.

“I thought I was the one dishing out the commands,” she whimpers as I work furiously and she directs me, her pink flesh exciting me. In and out, I dive in, flipping my tongue into the crevices of her folds and digging into her fleshy hips.

She grinds on my face, directing her rhythm as I drive the pace up further. “Come for me, Ava. Pain before pleasure,” I call out as she squirms, holding the sides of my face, demanding more. I give it to her, finding the nub of her clit and sucking on it. I feel her jerk, as she cries out, her legs shaking.

Satisfied, but not done, I slap her ass, enjoying her moments of bliss. “Slide down and ride for me, Ava. I need you now.” Silently, she surfboards her pussy down to my glistening cock, sitting on the throne I’ve got waiting for her as I watch myself sink inside her.

“Oh my God. You’re so hard,” she remarks as I grind up into her.

“That’s right. Hard for you, Ava. See what you make me do?” I croon, the sweat pouring from the both of us as I glide her hips over my swollen cock, gravity taking hold of her breasts as they bounce in rhythm.

“You’re still too bossy,” she pants in complaint.

“Trust me, that pussy of yours is in charge because I can’t get enough,” I pant back roughly as Ava plants her hands across my chest, squeezing and flexing her ass faster and faster, making my dick tighter and tighter like a drum, until the crescendo builds to such a peak I can’t stand it anymore.

Clenching my eyes shut, Ava fingers her clit as I explode inside her, feeling her slick tunnel clenching around me in its own orgasm, both of us overcome with the waves of climax.

Ava falls into hysterics, spent next to me on the mat. “That wasn’t supposed to be a double workout, but I think I enjoyed the second better.

Laughing with her, I have to agree. “Me too. You were a good student. We need to train more often.”