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J O L I E N

It was almost scary how well the next week went. Malio had made sure I didn't have to go to detention, and he'd also somehow managed to crash Soela's sessions.

I couldn't believe my luck until Friday night when he revealed the real reason for his kindness. The reason why he lulled me into a false sense of security all week and, well, shattered it with just one sentence.

"My mother invited us to dinner." "Us?" He nodded and added unnecessarily, "And I agreed." I already knew that.

"When?" I was stunned, but tried to cover it up as best I could. "Sunday." "What? This Sunday?" I cried out indignantly, aware that there wasn't much left of my good intentions to keep my composure. He nodded, suppressing a grin.

"What are you afraid of, Jolien?" The question was more of what I wasn't afraid of. Just the thought of sitting at a table with your parents intimidated me.

Still, I knew how important this meeting must be to him, not only because some crazy Chinese were after him, but also because he was very intimate with them.

Even if his father was completely insane and scary. I sighed in defeat and mumbled, "Okay. Let's go to your parents."

The next morning Malio woke me up at a very early hour. It was still dark outside and for a moment I thought something bad had happened.

"Don't worry, I'm okay!" he calmed my fears when he seemed to notice the concern on my face. I exhaled in relief before pulling the covers back over my face.

"Ey!" Malio pulled her away energetically and I groaned in irritation when the cold tugged at my half-naked body. "Malio, what's that about? Why are you already awake? And dressed?" I stated in surprise.

"Your training begins." "Now?" I tried in vain to pry the blanket from his hands. He rebuked me with a reproachful look while his eyes lingered on my curves for a while. He licked his lips almost with relish and took a step toward the bed.

If he had intended to resist my charms, that decision didn't last long - for before I could react in any way, he pulled me by the ankles to the end of the bed and bent over me seductively.

"You better not irritate my patience! Because your power, your full power—" he corrected himself briefly, his dark-veiled eyes staring down at me steadily. "—you'll need it!"

He pressed his lips to mine briefly, but before he could pull away, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to me.

To hell with this workout!

"Jolien, don't provoke me!" he whispered to my lips as he pressed his palms to the mattress next to my face to enclose me completely beneath him.

"I'm sure I can do you with half strength.." The rest of my sentence was drowned out by a groan as he began to press his pelvis hard against mine. I felt his hardness through the fabric of his jeans. "I don't believe that, Babe.", he kissed lightly on my neck and apparently feverishly considered whether he should go a step further. He thrust again, teasing me so much that I wrapped my legs even tighter around him.

With a wicked grin, he freed himself from my grip and looked down at me, eyes blazing with lust. “Training is not fun for me. It has the highest priority. For that I accept not taking you now.", he explained, although his look, his whole attitude, said something completely different.

I knew his composure was hanging by a thread, and all it took was a tiny trigger to shake his resolve. As if reading my thoughts and the resulting intentions, he turned on his heel and headed for the door.

"Put on something sporty and be in the basement in fifteen minutes." He gave me one last look that left no doubt as to how serious he meant it. "Be on time or I will punish you for it. And then you can you won't walk for the next few days!" He opened the door and disappeared into the hotel corridor.

For a moment I considered just lying there, challenging it. Surely what was on his mind about punishment wasn't so bad that I had to avoid it - but then I remembered his expression when he said it was important to him. With a sigh, I crawled out of bed and carelessly picked up some gym gear.

In the closet I found black leggings, a sports bra, a red t-shirt and the matching black track jacket, together with the white sneakers they completed the outfit perfectly. I didn't remember packing the things at all, but he probably got them for me.

I tied my hair into a loose braid as I rushed to the elevator. I pressed the button impatiently, not wanting to hit Malio's time limit due to a late elevator.

After banging the button like a lunatic, hoping they would open faster that way, the double doors slid aside to reveal Ivan.

He scrutinized his wristwatch and nodded appreciatively: "On time - yes!"

I frowned at him and he motioned for me to get on the elevator. "We had a little bet going."

"A bet?" He nodded, then flipped the button next to which read -02 (Staff Only) in squiggly gold letters.

"It was Malio's idea. He said we should bet you'll be there on time. I said you don't want to provoke him. Rash and Chantal bet against it and Malio even said you'd make it before the fifteen minutes. Well, he was obviously wrong about that!"

"Rash and Chantal are here too?" I felt increasingly uncomfortable. Like a cow being driven to her own slaughter.

"Sure!" he retorted as I followed him out of the moveout. He paused in front of another set of double doors that said _Access_ _for_ _staff_ only_ in peeling letters.

He pushed it open silently. My eyes fell on Malio. I stared in disbelief at the blue gym mat where he, Chantal, and Rash were standing, chatting happily.

"Here we are and I'm four hundred dollars richer!" Ivan cheered while heading straight for the three.

"What's this supposed to be?" I addressed my question directly to Malio. Undeterred, he reached into his back pocket and pressed a few bills into Ivan's hands, only then he turned to me: "I thought spectators motivate you." My mouth dropped. Was he serious?

Chantal and Rash also handed Ivan the money before sitting on a sturdy tube that snaked across the room at waist height.

I swallowed my displeasure at the bet and took a look around the room, which turned out to be a boiler room. It was large and uninviting, but then again, a boiler room shouldn't be.

Many differently sized tubes stretched across the ceiling and along the walls and it was unbearably hot.

"You stole me two hundred bucks," I noticed Malio's voice right in my ear.

I spun around, startled, and the next moment he had already closed his arms around me. "You're going to have to make amends." He whispered seductively.

And my God, I would have liked to make amends on the spot – with or without a spectator.

Malio seemed to sense my lust because with a barely noticeable smirk he said, "Save that for later." He pulled away from me and walked back to the blue mat that took up most of the space.

I sighed but followed him and positioned myself across from him on the mat to peer over at him, arms crossed over my chest.

"Why aren't you wearing any gym clothes? Can you move around in that at all?" I asked, eyebrows furrowed as my eyes swept over the burgundy shirt and black jeans. "You're going to have a hard enough time even getting close to me. That's what I wanted to do to start with, don't make it too difficult." he laughed, amused.

He obviously didn't think much of my skills - which, to be honest, only gave me extra motivation.

"Attack me directly." Malio demanded, not moving an inch. "What?" I looked at him in disbelief.

He waved his hand at me while his voice grew impatient: "Attack me - and preferably today."

Annoyed, I rolled my eyes and took a step towards him, resolutely I took a swing – and the next moment I found myself with my back pressed against his chest.

"Too slow!" Malio whispered in my ear as I reviewed the last few seconds. I tried to recall the moment he grabbed my arm and spun me around, nipping my attack in the bud. But I did couldn't - he was too fast, too precise, so I barely felt the movement.

"How did you do that?" I asked in surprise, but he had me by then with the words "One more time!" thrown out of his arms.

He also stopped my next attempt without much effort. "Again!" I kept rushing at him, but my attacks didn't even reach him.

My frustration grew by the second, which seemed to amuse Malio. "It won't work that way, take it off!", he pointed to the jacket and I looked at him confused. "What?" "Take them off. You take off a piece of clothing for every failed attempt, maybe that motivates you. Or you're lucky and it distracts me enough that you can get close to me." "Malio, are you serious?" I stared at him in disbelief.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Get it down, now!" "Do that-" "Jolien, take that damn jacket off. Now!" he interrupted me harshly.

I sighed, but still gave in under his stern gaze. I groaned in annoyance at the authoritarian manner he displayed before my first morning coffee. "Satisfied?" I asked defiantly after slipping my jacket off my shoulders. "Stop talking and start attacking me with the seriousness it deserves!"

I thought about a strategy for the next attack, running at it didn't lead to anything. But I had no idea about physical attacks. I had no idea how to place the best shots or how to move.

"Will something happen again today?" Chantal called from the pipe, which had now been converted into a kind of grandstand. I glanced at the three, who couldn't have been more different.

Chantal watched what was happening with enthusiasm. Rash looked disinterested and typed something on his phone and Ivan confidently cheered me at that moment. At least one in this room believed in me. Of victory, even if it was miles away.

Malio followed my gaze and chuckled, "He's not cheering for you, he just thinks he'll win the second bet too." I didn't like the way he was condescending to me, even though I knew he was me only wanted to provoke in order to awaken dormant forces.

"Go on!" he demanded, unimpressed, causing my pride to kick in. Without thinking about my next steps, I sprinted towards Malio. "You're too loud, too flashy, and too transparent!" he said as his hand wrapped around my wrist again, blocking the attack. It was frustrating. Very frustrating, actually.

My T-shirt went with my training jacket. His gaze wandered to the sports bra and he licked his lips with relish. Although he seemed to like the sight and could hardly take his eyes off my breasts, I still couldn't get anywhere near him.

I took a deep breath in and out one last time and ran. Seconds later, his arms were iron-clad around my chest, which was heaving as I tried to break free of his grip. After a little scuffle, in which he clearly had the upper hand, he held me tightly. I exhaled loudly in annoyance.

"Game Over!" he breathed in my ear after his lips caressed my neck. But it was not like that. The last few times Malio had become increasingly careless, he probably thought I would no longer be dangerous to him - but he was wrong.

I remembered an exercise my mother had shown me to get myself out of just such a situation. I pushed my hips back with all my strength.

Malio gasped in surprise - but maybe it was the rising excitement when my butt hit his crotch.

In a flash, I whirled around and swung back - but my punch didn't reach him, instead he caught the punch just before his cheek. I stared at my hand in disbelief for a moment, then my eyes wandered to Malio. In his face, in his eyes that rested on me with a blazing fire.

"Get out!" he said loudly. Full of excitement. Just the sound of his voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It sparked a fire that focused in my throbbing core.

"Especially now that things are getting exciting?" Chantal interjected in an offended tone. "Get out!" Malio yelled even louder, more dangerously and so much more agitated. This time he left no doubt that he disapproved of any arguments.

"You cheeky thing..." he breathed in my ear while his fingers moved carefully over my side. I stifled a groan.

"You said to attack you," I whispered, biting my lip. "You really got me. He shouted the last part of the sentence loudly over my head. "Okay, okay. Shall I lock the door?" Chantal asked, wiggling a key in her hand.

"No," I said. A response that made Malio chuckle. "You naughty girl!" he growled in my ear, and I couldn't help but rub my butt on his crotch. Malio breathed deeply into my ear, before his tongue trailed there in gentle, circular motions.I exhaled sharply, fighting the urge to groan loudly.

Our mouths had met before the door slammed behind them, and his hand went straight to my crotch. I moaned into the kiss, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and stretching to discover him.

"God you're wet. That turned you on, didn't it?” he whispered, and I responded with a loud groan as he massaged my most sensitive spot. I didn't have to say anything more, he had already received the answer. Given by my treacherous body. Who longed for him. After his kisses. After his touch. I couldn't get enough - I never wanted to stop loving this person.

"Malio!" I laid my head on his chest, closed my eyes and surrendered completely to his touch. His movements became harder and drove me towards the abyss. My breath hitched, broken only by the moans of pleasure that kept escaping my lips.

Malio sucked undeterred on my neck, giving me one electrifying tingle after another through the pressure of his lips.

He slowly entered me with two fingers. My moans grew louder and more indignant as he picked up the pace. The heel of his hand slid across my swollen clit as he kept penetrating me, chasing me over the abyss.

Lightning flashed before my inner eye as my lust, after reaching the highest point, poured over me like a tsunami. And it was clear to me that it was just the beginning... That the lust and the desire were far from gone.

M A L I O

"That didn't help me either," Jolien gasped as I pulled my hand out of her leggings.

"Maybe you think less now," I replied with a grin. "To be honest, your attack wasn't that bad. It's best to focus on your opponent's eyes, throat, and crotch. Kick or punch hit one of those spots with full force and run after it." I explained while slowly running my hand over her bare stomach.

"No more?" I heard her gasp. "No more, Jolien. And now-" my hand slipped under her sports bra, "-take off your clothes!" She moaned longingly as I squeezed her nipples "All of it!" I whispered in her ear before she took a step away to slowly undress in front of me.

"Fuck!" I murmured more to myself than to her. I would never get enough of her beauty. Every fiber of her body was like the most expensive painting in the world. Unique and pure perfection.

"I want you to smack your ass with the palm of your hand." The excitement in my voice was hard to miss. When she turned away from me and reached out, my cock pressed uncomfortably against the fabric of the jeans. The smack, that filling the small space intoxicated me – it turned me on.

Grinning, Jolien turns to me before biting her bottom lip, which finished me off. I took a step towards her, grabbed her arm and pulled her onto the mat with me.

Her hands immediately went to my belt and I let her do it. She let the buckle undo and as her hand slid down my pants I sighed pleasantly before she leaned over and kissed any further noise.

"Why so impatient?" I whispered after she pulled away from me. She paused for a moment and stopped working my cock. "Because I want you!" Jolien breathed, her hand frantically slipping from mine Pants slipped down and hurriedly ripped the fabric from my body. First the trousers, then the shirt.

"Go on," I demanded eagerly. "So impatient," Jolien repeated in a teasing tone. She wanted control and for a moment I gave her that.

I stroked her collarbone tenderly and murmured, "You'll regret taking control of yourself, but please." I braced my hands on the mat and leaned back. Grinning, she straddled mine Snatched, her wet pussy brushing against my hard cock - which at the same time elicited a moan of excitement from us.

For a moment we lost each other in each other's eyes, then she reached between us, gripping my shaft to let the glans slide through her wet center several times. I roughly grabbed her neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss, unable to bear the feel of her wetness and the sounds coming out of her mouth.

As our kiss intensified, she slowly lowered herself onto my cock, piece by piece. Jolien let out a gasp of excitement as she took me in lengthways at what pace she felt was appropriate—which was too slow for me.

"Do it!" I urged, inadvertently grasping her hips to push her the last few inches on my cock. She moaned in surprise and aroused as her warm wetness welcomed me — it was like coming home.

"I thought I had-" Jolien started, but I clutched her ass and leaned closer to her lips, "Then go ahead and have it. Ride me or I'll fuck you!" Her eyes blazed and I was already fed up with the game she was about to play.

Excruciatingly slowly, she moved her hips and I let out a hiss of air. It felt so good as she kept raising and lowering her pelvis, swaying it seductively.

"Fuck!" A dark moan escaped my throat and I gripped her ass even tighter. My tongue greedily made its way to her breasts Moaning much louder, I sucked it in while my eyes darted to Jolien's face.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half closed and her teeth dug into her bottom lip. At that moment I realized that I had never seen anything more beautiful. "You're perfect," I whispered against her damp skin.

Suddenly she completely eluded my length. "What are you doing?" I growled as she kept penetrating with the glans - which didn't even begin to satisfy me enough! She played.

"Jolien," I whispered, almost surprising myself at how dangerous my voice sounded. She had noticed the undertone as well, because for a moment, she paused. Her gaze met mine and something flashed in her green eyes – hubris .

"Don't provoke me, princess." How long had it been since I called her that? "What if I did?" "Then you'll have to pay the price!" Again, Jolien got up so far that I slid completely out of her.

"Damn girl!" I whispered, lifting her off my lap and standing at the same time. I looked down at her with an offer of promise for a few seconds before growling, "Turn around!" It wasn't a request, we both heard that.

Her eyes glittered with excitement as she turned and got on all fours on the mat.

I grabbed the belt that was only a few steps away and wrapped it briefly around both hands, letting it snap loudly: "Upper body on the mat, arms back. Now we play by my rules."

J O L I E N

A shudder of excitement spread through me as Malio grabbed my wrists. "Relax, I won't hurt you!" he said calmly as he wrapped the cool leather around my ankles.

The idea of ​​kneeling at his mercy intimidated me as much as it aroused me.

"You okay?" I heard his voice close to my ear. I jumped, but then let out a hoarse, "Yeah, you're fine."

I felt him stroke my back and then my buttocks as he moved behind me again. He pushed my legs further apart, which made my face flush with embarrassment at the excellent view it afforded him.

He briefly reached between my legs and laughed softly before ramming himself into me so unexpectedly that I cried out loud.

I was wet enough not to be in pain, but the feeling of being at his mercy was new. It was unusual and somehow exciting.

I noticed Malio lifting my pelvis by slipping his hand under my stomach, giving him the opportunity to sink even deeper into me.

The feeling was overwhelming. I gasped as he began to move inside me. As he began to take full advantage of me - to completely dominate my body. In that moment I was his.

His hand reached down my neck, pinning my upper body to the mat while he took me mercilessly.

"Oh my god!" I could barely utter a word as each thrust swept me away like a wave. So destructive and merciless I felt like I was going to cum at any moment.

A loud bang filled the small boiler room as his hand came down on my butt cheek. "Malio!" I called his name in awe, like I never wanted him to stop.

His thrusts got harder, deeper and faster, and for a moment I thought he was going to fuck me senseless.

My moans grew louder, heralding an orgasm that didn't have to be of this world.

I felt my muscles tighten around his throbbing cock, making him gasp loudly.

With a jerk he pulled me to his chest as he continued to penetrate me. "I want you with me when you come! I want to feel, hear and taste you!" he whispered before licking over my earlobe to my temple.

His right hand cupped my chin and turned it toward him to kiss me passionately. The left wandered down, circling my clitoris with light pressure - which completely destroyed me.

The orgasm shook my entire body so violently that Malio had to wrap his hands around my chest to hold me in place.

"I love you!" he moaned in my ear before the wave swept him away and he erupted inside me after one last deep thrust.

"That was-" I gasped, searching for the right words to describe the experience. "I know!" he retorted, pulling himself out of me. He placed soft kisses on my neck and held me tightly with both arms entwined.

We stayed in this position until our breathing was regulated again. Then Malio grabbed my wrists to free them from the belt.

Exhausted, I rested my head against his chest as he dropped to the mat with me in his arms.

I rolled awkwardly onto my stomach to look straight into his icy blue eyes, still hazy with a dark haze. "I love you, Malio Dakarias!"

He smiled slightly before I stopped tracing the lines on his chest and instead leaned slightly on top of him to kiss him gently. "I love you too, Jolien Chesterfield!" he murmured softly against my lips as he hugged me tighter.