“And what about this spot?” I ask him, touching the worn leather-based on the facet of the bag.

“Liver, spleen, kidney. It does not matter how huge the opposite particular person is, should you punch or kick anybody in that spot, the physique instantly curls inside itself to guard your very important organs. It is painful and provides you sufficient time to do no matter else you might have deliberate for the particular person.”

“Like tying them up?” I ask. Flashes of him holding the razor ship goosebumps working up and down my physique. My nipples harden on the psychological picture of him chopping into somebody. What the fuck is flawed with me?

“Mio dolce, have you ever been taught the best way to throw a punch?”

“No, however I have been in a struggle or two as a child.”

He grunts with the nook of his lip turned up. “Not fairly the identical. For somebody such as you, you are small, so use that to your benefit. You wish to inflict probably the most quantity of ache to offer your self sufficient time to drag a weapon or get away. Make a fist. Do not tuck your thumb in your palm otherwise you’ll break it.”

I do as he tells me.

“Unfold your ft aside and lead together with your hips. Do not pull again or wind up as a result of then the particular person you are combating goes to duck out of the way in which. Go forward, throw a jab.”

I punch instantly in entrance of me, hitting the bag with a pathetic thud.

“Do not be discouraged. It isn’t going to be a strong sound. You do not hear the heavy bag and chain dangling in an actual struggle, Evelyn. You wish to hear the sound of bones breaking, which is rather a lot simpler than throwing your weight on the heavy bag. Simply so you realize, so as to add weight to your punches, strive holding one thing like a roll of quarters within the palm of your hand. Sufficiently small to ball your fist round, it makes each punch really feel such as you’re swinging a fucking mallet. Attempt it once more.”

I do, and this time along with his route, I hit a bit more durable, the sound of the bag echoes louder, and I really feel like I can do some injury. We go like this for a couple of minutes, and earlier than lengthy, I am out of my shirt and able to spar towards him.

He sees it in my eyes and obliges, holding his hand out to the world in entrance of the bag.

“You’ll be able to throw punches at full pressure if you need,” he says confidently.

I make the primary mistake, pulling again my proper arm as if it is going to get extra energy earlier than I launch my fist instantly into his chest. Alessandro smirks as he dodges the blow, whipping round me and slapping my ass.

Thwack!

It stings so good, however I do not wish to be distracted.

“That man pulled a knife on Jenkins, and one way or the other, I knew he wasn’t going to have the ability to use it in addition to you used that razor.” I am trying to bob and weave, however each punch I throw is blocked or swatted away.

In return for each missed punch, I get a convincing slap on the ass. My eyes hint the define of his physique, so I resolve to do one thing sudden. My leg comes up, utilizing the highest of my foot to kick him within the thigh. He reacts too late, and I land a triumphant hit. Whereas he is shifting to the facet of the kick, I throw an uppercut to the left facet of his uncovered torso.

“Excellent, mio dolce.” He growls like a lion happy with his lioness. “Come right here.”

He hooks his index finger underneath my chin, pulling me in shut. Alessandro ranges a kiss on me that ignites each feeling I have been combating throughout this struggle session. He strips me out of my garments between kisses and carries me over to the mattress the place I see a switchblade subsequent to his telephone.

“Did you utilize that at this time? Or simply the razor?” I ask him, panting as he peppers my physique with kisses that snake their means all the way down to my pussy.

Alessandro pulls up to have a look at what I am speaking about. The knife is all black, clean, and chilly to the contact as he retains the blade folded in. He hoists my legs over his shoulders, down on his knees with the knife in his hand.

“You favored {the handcuffs} too,” he says extra to himself than to me.

“I did.”

“Do not transfer. Keep in mind our phrase, mio dolce.”

“Fermare.” I whisper the phrase to let him know I keep in mind our phrase very clearly.

He opens the knife, letting the again of the blade’s tip barely scrape the house between my breasts. I shudder and swallow.

“You are getting moist, mio dolce. Attention-grabbing. We’ll discover extra quickly sufficient, however for now, I have to style you.” Alessandro makes use of his mastery of the blade to swing it round in his hand. It strikes round his fingers like liquid as he holds it by the tip and flings it into the nook.

The knife plunges into the punching bag, useless heart to the worn out spot that might be the middle of somebody’s face. After I really feel the softness of his tongue slipping between my folds, all the day crashes over me in a wave of trembling bliss.

Alessandro suckles on my clit simply sufficient to get me to come back earlier than he stands between my legs, his cock jutting out and prepared. I am able to inhale each inch, however that is not what he desires. He rubs the tip of his head towards my entrance for just a few swipes earlier than sinking himself inside my partitions. Fuck me, he is thick, stretching me out. My pussy is determined to carry him there perpetually.

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