One Night Only

Lillie

I don’t like this very much. Taking a gun in my hands and shooting someone is not a nice thing. I’m supposed to be studying to be a doctor, to be able to save lives, not to take them away. He said that it is necessary for my protection, since I am allegedly at risk because of the thugs he was confronted with at the club. I don’t think it will happen again, do you? I don’t think I’ll see him again after what happened between us, because he already got what he wanted. He will end up here with me, later he will return me to my house, he will leave and I will never see him again. He is not a man to have a loving relationship. He doesn’t have anything cute and cuddly, so I can’t wait for him to ask me to be his girlfriend or marry me because I gave him my virginity. How naive I am.

He made it clear to me, he just wanted sex, and since he already achieved it, now he will throw me out as if I were just another woman from the list of those who passed through his bed. The worst of it is that I’m hooked on him. I don’t know if I can get used to never feeling his hands running over my body again or his soft lips kissing mine.

Oh, my God, I’m completely lost.

It’s coming closer. In his hands he carries an earmuffs and a gun.

I pass saliva, nervous. Just thinking about grabbing a gun makes me tremble.

“Put this in your ears. “He holds out his earmuffs to me with his hand. I grab them and comply”. Now put on these gloves “he points to a table where they are located”. Pay attention. You’re going to take the gun, but relax first. Inhale and exhale several times until you feel calmer. “He stands behind me. I feel his chest pressed to my back and the back of my neck”. Now the best part is coming. ” He leans forward to speak very close to my ear. His breath and his breathing brush my ear and my cheek.

If you think that’s how I’m going to relax, you’re very mistaken. Having him this close makes my heart race.

“I don’t think I can… “I’m shaking, not only because of his closeness, but also because he just put the gun in my hands without letting go of me from behind.

“Come on, take the gun well. This is called a grip. “It refers to the part where it should be grabbed”. This one up here is the insurance. It’s blocked. You’ll take it off.

“And-I…

“Yes, you. You have to know and know all the parts of a gun. “With trembling fingers, I do as he said and take off the safety.” Then you pass the slider – point out the point. I continue with the task”. You’re doing great. Now take the weapon like this and set your target. We have to aim at him and then shoot at that target, but when you already have the fixed point. You let me know.

With his help, I raise the gun. I have the gun in my hands and he has his on my forearms, helping my nervousness to subside. I fix my eyes on the point he had told me. I inhale through the nose and exhale through the mouth; I take out all the retained air.

“Ready “I answer already a little calmer.

“Perfect. Now you will pull the trigger, which is this” he points it out”. Don’t go closing your eyes. Understood? “I don’t know if you mean pulling the trigger or not closing your eyes. Only seat”. On the count of three. One, two, three…

I don’t react quickly. A few seconds after three, I gather my courage and put my finger on the trigger. Without taking my eyes off the point, I shoot. The bullet goes flying. A noise that seems to break your eardrums echoes all over the place. I never thought I would get to do something like this, but at the same time it feels like a liberation. I don’t know why, but I want to shoot again.

“Oh, my God, I made it!” I screamed in amazement.

“And it’s not for nothing, but for the first time you did very well. “Take the gun.

I turn to look at him; he smiles. I smile even more.

“How will I know if I hit him? You can’t see almost anything from here.

We are several meters away, so we can barely see the targets.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Come with me. “He’s holding out his hand for me to take. Without thinking, I do it. He takes me with him to that place where the figure I pointed at is located-. See here? “he points with his finger at the edge of the circle. I open my eyes. I gave him”. That hole is where the bullet you just fired went through. It’s not the spot I wanted you to hit, but you still hit the target, which is what counts.

“I made it. “I’m smiling big.

He nods while still looking at me.

“Let’s go back. I’ll show you how it’s done and then you’ll try again. 2He’s winking at me.

We go back and put on the equipment. He just takes the gun and shoots without stopping in any second. Oh, my God, even with a gun and shooting is so sexy.

“Pay attention” he scolds me. Look straight ahead and not at me. You can do that later. “Raises the corners of her lips in a seductive smile.

“Smug. “I mumble.

I turn to see only the targets.

He goes on with his business, leaving almost all the circles pierced by the bullets. Then he explains the way of position and tells me all the names of each part of a weapon. Minutes later, he teaches me how to aim and shoot. At one point he let me do it alone until I could pull it off. Then we headed inside the gym. It’s been more than an hour since we started shooting training. Now we’re going somewhere else, but I still don’t know what he’s going to ask me to do.

We arrived. The gym is very big. It has exercise machines, a variety of them, a boxing ring and sacks. Everything well equipped.

“Where are we going now?” I ask.

We pass by the ring, where there are several burly guys training and others on some machines exercising. They whistle and also shout vulgar words. I think those are directed at me, because I don’t see another woman here. Dante pulls my hand to get closer to him.

“Your ass is very provocative and more so in those tight pants” he whispers near the back of my neck.

“It’s not my fault.

“Only I can see it and touch it” he says annoyed.

When I go to answer, he draws me closer to press my body against his and puts one of his hands on my ass to squeeze it. It startles me.

What do you think? He is a possessive.

We entered a private room. There is no one but the boxing training team. My gaze travels all over the place. It is similar to the other, only smaller and with fewer machines.

“What are we going to do here?” I’m trying to find out.

“Chatting will not be” he answers reluctantly.

What’s the matter with him?

I don’t understand his change of mood. When we were at the shooting range, he was different, somewhat friendly and smiling. Now he is with his moody face and very rude with his sarcasm.

“If you’re going to be in your bad mood, you’d better take me home now. I don’t like living with bipolar people. “I put my hands on my hips while watching it.

He ignores me. He moves away from me to go to a table and take some gloves from there. He comes back to me and offers me a pair.

“Put them on.

Without taking my eyes off him, I take them and put them on. I won’t achieve anything if I argue with him, especially now that he ignores me. I’ll just lose out. The gloves are similar to those used for boxing, only these are smaller and less bulky.

He puts on others, which are very different from mine. We stand in the center of the room, on a wide mat, and he takes a position with his hands raised almost in his face.

“Come closer. He’s trying to hit my hands.

I furrow my brow. I don’t understand very well. I still hit him, but apparently I didn’t hit him very well.

“I don’t know how.

“Just hit. I will move my hands and you will try to dodge when I bring them closer to you. Then you’ll take the hit.

“What are we doing this for? I’m not good at hitting.

“It’s called self-defense training. This will help you defend yourself if at any time they try to touch and assault you without the need for a weapon.

“Then what did you teach me to use a gun for?, if I can learn to defend myself with my fists.

“Because it is necessary to know a little bit about everything. I’m not very good with guns; my fists are my best weapon. Still, I trained myself to use one, and I still do, even though I already know how to handle them.

“It’s different. That’s your job. You’re a mafioso. On the other hand, it’s not my business to know anything about this.

He shakes his head.

“You’re very wrong. You don’t need to be a mafioso or a criminal to know how to defend yourself. At some point in your life you will need it” he says seriously. Now strike!

It seems that his bad mood increased with my argument. This man exasperates, but he also drives me crazy. Angry looks more attractive, but I don’t like to see him like that. I prefer his silly jokes and watching him smile with that seductive smile that only he sketches to stir my heart.

We started our next training. Apparently, he wants to finish me because there is no end to it. I really like it, but my arms and legs are already hurting, and we won’t talk about what happened last night, that I also got a little sore in my crotch even though he was careful. It may have been because my body is not used to those types of sexual exercises yet. He teaches me how to kick and punch in the face, but I never managed to give him even a blessed blow. I end up all crushed. I can’t take it anymore. If I come up with that he wants us to try another training of who knows what, now I will beat him without caring that he no longer has the gloves on.

“Can we go now? I need an urgent shower. “I let myself fall on the floor upside down. I can’t take it anymore.

“You can take a shower, you don’t need to wait. He points to a hallway behind me. Here are the showers. If you want, you can take a bath, while I talk to Albert.

“Won’t you take a shower?” I’m getting up. I make a face when I lean on my legs.

He notices my discomfort and helps me to stand up.

“If you want us to take a shower together, it is not necessary to ask, just by asking is more than enough. “He moves his eyebrows several times and winks at me.

“That’s not what I meant,” I stammer.

I turn to get away from him. I don’t want him to notice that I got nervous and that my cheeks blushed because of his comment. I head to the showers almost running. I hope he won’t follow me. When I arrive, I realize that he did not. I feel a huge disappointment. Maybe I would like to take a shower with him, feel his body close to mine. When I remember him and imagine his naked body, I begin to feel that feeling and that warmth inside me.

Oh, my God, I’m excited.

I finish taking off my clothes and go into a cubicle. I open the key. An artificial rain falls on my body. I start to lather up, but at that my mind starts to fantasize about the image of that perfect man, with his bare abdomen, his strong arms and his big member. I’ve lost my mind. Now my mind imagines it that way, well, anyway, but more like that. I don’t know why, but I want more from this man. I never thought that after giving myself to him I would want more and more, that I would never be filled with him enough. Oh, God, I’m so fucked up. All I want right now is for you to take me right here, right now.

I rub my eyes to remove the water after I finish soaping my body. I try to turn around to get a towel, but at that moment I feel how a warm and firm body sticks to my back and my ass. I’m holding my breath. I stand stunned in my place, unable even to blink. Is that him? And if not? Panic is starting to invade me. He leaves when I hear his voice.

“Weren’t you going to wait for me?” he whispers hoarsely. His breath grazes my ear”. Just thinking that you were here naked I couldn’t resist. I wanted to see you like this again and hold you in my arms to feel your skin. I’m really fucked up for you. I don’t have enough with you. I want more and more.

The doubt that has been gnawing at my head since last night clears up when I hear him confess. That makes me cheerful and excites me more. I wish it that way too. I can’t stop thinking about him and how he made love to me. I can’t see an end for us either.