Private Lesson: Tae Kwon Do Me (3 page)

Demand? Honesty? Deal? Sheesh…no
pressure, right? I think long and hard, knowing full well I’m just
stalling. I mean, why’s he asking me this? A sense of dread
envelops me, then wraps itself nice and tight around that little
thing called a “spine” in my back. Shit, I’m nervous all over
again. Does he know? Is he toying with me? Why’s he making me say
it, then? Is he getting off on it? Calm down. You’re quickly
spinning the fuck out of control. Stop it.

A sharp breath later, a couple of hard
swallows for good measure, I say a silent prayer to God, then
reply, “For you, Master…Park. I’m here—”

He totally interrupts me, but I can’t
say that I had anything meaningful to add. “For me, I know, you
said that. But why?”

“
Did you say I had to
answer more than one question?” So fucking not fair it isn’t even
funny. I feel like I’m the only one with something to lose here,
and I don’t like it, not one bit.

“
Just answer the question,
Ms. Kinkaid.” His statement is short and sharp, and he’s doing that
ugly thing with his face again.

Slumping my shoulders forward in
defeat, beginning to wonder why in the hell I’m even playing this
game with him, on a Friday night, no less, I do as he asks.
Begrudgingly. “Jesus, I don’t know, okay? I just like…”

“
Yes? You like
what?”

Have some patience, Master Park. Isn’t
that what you’re always telling us, huh? “I-I like to…be around
you, is all.”

“
Hmph.” He stands, then
roughly grabs the bottom of his uniform top and straightens it.
Without. Saying. A. Fucking. Word.

“
That’s it?” I shake my
head, feeling a lot better with the passing time, but starting to
get a bit peeved now. “What do you have to say to what I just
said?” I sound like I’m babbling, but I just put myself out there,
the least he can do is give me some respect and tell me he’s
flattered, that I’m cuckoo for cocoa puffs, or something derogatory
like that. Right now, I don’t mind, just say something, damn it!
“Hey,” I add, bolting upright to my feet. I ball my hand into a
fist and jab at his arm, more for effect than anything else. “I’m
talking to you!”

He turns to face me, I mean,
toe-to-toe, face-to-face, his intense gaze burning a hole into my
forehead. His nose mere inches from mine, I can almost taste the
sweat glistening on his upper lip. I still, like a deer in
headlights, pussy clenching, for god knows why, throat drying up
instantly like the Sahara desert. Yeah, I guess I’ve got his
attention now. Yikes!

Master Park, whose first name I can’t
recall for the life of me, leans down and comes even closer,
crowding the fuck out of my personal space, without batting an
eyelash, and calmly says, “I heard what you said, Ms. Kinkaid. Do
you think you’re the first woman to ever confess that to
me?”

Of course, I don’t. But
were any of them willing to go slut on you? Like full-on, drop to
my knees, and suck your cock till you explode in my mouth? Not
likely. I wish I could’ve said that out loud, but my stupid mouth
won’t let me. He doesn’t have to answer, though, because judging
from the brusque manner in which he interacts with me, I highly
doubt getting his dick sucked by one of his beautiful female
students—me—is something he thinks about, let alone act on.
Right?
Mr. Goody
Two-Shoes? Maybe he’s gay…hmm…never occurred to me. Why else would
he pass up on this heavenly body?

“
You certainly won’t be the
last,” he continues with such clear conviction that it has me
thinking he’s kinda being an egotistical ass right now.

“
Really? That
right?”

“
Yes,” he replies in a
hissing whisper, moving way past personal space territory, and
right into “kiss me if you can,” with his lips a hairsbreadth away
from touching mine, “that is precisely what I’m saying.”

As uncomfortable as I am, I don’t
flinch, thinking long and hard about my next move as I lick my
lips, biting down on my lower one just as I pull my tongue back in.
He wants to kiss me, I can sense it…why else would he be sticking
his face so close to mine? So, the bitch in me eggs him on. I dare
him to do it. “Really? With all due respect, Master Park, you’re
nothing but a chickenshit, hiding behind a veil of
authority.”

I see his face tightening and know
immediately that I’ve hit a nerve. I cringe a little, waiting for
his “scary” face to reappear at any moment now, but it doesn’t
come…instead, his lips form into a ridiculous looking smile,
then…he simply laughs. Making me think that my plan of egging him
on has backfired, failed in a miserable sort of way.

“
Calling me a
chickenshit…is that your way of trying to provoke a response from
me, hmm, Ms. Kinkaid? You think this is some kind of a
game?”

“
No, I don’t. Why? Is that
what you’re into? Is that what I have to do get you to fucking
notice me?” I fire back, breathing quickly through my nose, my
anger getting the better of me, once again.

“
You and that mouth of
yours…” Face still shockingly close to mine, I’m a short breath
away from taking matters into my own hands if he doesn’t take the
bait.

But thankfully, I don’t have
to…

Because when I didn’t think it could,
especially with this private session not going according to plan,
the improbable happens…

Fina-fucking-ly.

Master Park crushes his lips to mine
and I gasp, pulling me into his muscular frame just after his arms
wrap around my waist, lifting me off the ground. My eyes clutched
shut, I feel weightless as he kisses me, hard at first, but then it
softens… The tip of his tongue licks lightly along the seam of my
lips and I can’t help but moan, smile as he does this, just knowing
that I’m finally getting my way. Like I always do.

His tongue then pushes into my mouth,
gently exploring until he finds mine, and the feeling is wonderful.
More so than I’ve ever imagined it in my mind…all those times in my
room, in the shower, in my dreams. Our first kiss is so much better
than that, and I revel in it, twine my tongue with his as
everything that’s happened between us that’s led up to this, just
simply melts away.

I couldn’t do it before for the life
of me, but my body relaxes, until the anxiousness that invaded my
every thought is all but gone.

I moan into his mouth, enjoying this
first-time embrace of ours, when he suddenly withdraws from it,
dragging a quiet whimper from me when he pulls away. I open my eyes
to his incredibly deep, blue-eyed gaze, his expression an easy one
with a slight smile adorning his face. So good looking it’s not
even funny.

My legs suddenly feel weak again as
nervous energy pools in the pit of my stomach. But in the best of
ways. Mixed signals and all, I have to wonder where we’re going
next…or if it’s gonna end like this…with a single, yet powerful
kiss. I, for one, would like nothing more than to take it a step or
three further. So, unlike before, when I waited for him to make a
move, I take the initiative, as a solitary thought has me standing
up on my toes: what if I don’t get another chance?

As difficult as it is, I keep my gaze
steadily focused on his, then move to disrobe…all as I go against
logic, my desire taking full control of my hands. He does nothing
to stop me, and before I realize the gravity of the moment, my belt
and top are hitting the mat, leaving me standing there in my
undershirt and pants.

I swallow hard past the lump in my
throat, pussy clenching on air as he raises his hands to either
side of my face and leans in for another kiss. Passion lighting my
blood on fire, his tongue enters my mouth once again, and I make
the conscious decision to let my inhibitions go, not willing to
“look a gift horse in the mouth.”

Slick tongues searching, dueling in
fervor, his hands drop from my face to my waist, tugging my
undershirt loose. Begrudgingly separating from our kiss, I yank my
top up and over my head, tossing it onto the pile that’s already
there.

Eyes flickering heated desire, he
licks his lips, dark gaze squarely focused on my large breasts as I
reach around to unclasp my bra, slipping free of it as he looks on
in earnest.

Time slows…and I’m standing there,
Master Park staring at my half-naked self, shaking his head as his
Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “Dear god, Ms. Kinkaid…you’re
absolutely stunning.”

Living in the moment, I wipe my mind
of all reason, and reply, “Your turn.” I fight my natural urge to
look away as he sheds his belt, top and bottom, leaving him
standing tall and nearly naked in his boxer briefs, doing a pretty
horrible job of hiding the enormous bulge between his legs. When I
feel my mouth curving into a smile, I instinctually bite down on my
lower lip, trying to hide the flow of adrenaline racing through my
veins.

“
You don’t look too bad
yourself, Master Park.”

He nods, half-smiling, staring boldly,
standing confident, unlike the flood of modesty clouding my mind,
I’m sure of it. “Your turn.”

I guess it is. I hook my fingers
around the waistband of my pants and shimmy them off my hips until
they drop to the floor, thinking all the while about how I’ve never
been with an older man before… I mean, not counting the guy who
took my virginity in high school, who was three years my elder. No,
this guy makes me check myself…like I have no doubt he’s got way
more experience on me than any other man I’ve been with. And that
causes me to be a little nervous. He already thinks I’m a fuck-up,
I just know it. What’s he gonna think about me after
tonight?

No! I silently yell at myself. I may
not know shit about punches and kicks and whatever, but I do know
something about how to please a man. Shit, I sound like a slut
again. I’m not, honest, but I sure as shit know more about sucking
and fucking cock than I do about this stuff. So, I straighten my
posture, raise my chin up, hands resting on my cocked
hips.

He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t have
to—his mouth agape, his eyes do the very same thing, telling me all
I need to know… That he likes what he sees. “Your turn,” I sing,
teasing him, becoming more confident with every titillating
expression on his face betraying his normally cool, calm and
collected exterior.

Licking his lips as he sucks in a deep
breath, Master Park pulls his underwear off, his dick springing to
life as it’s freed from its confined state.

A huge lump rises up in my throat as
my gaze falls on the monster cock bobbing between his heavily
muscled thighs. Almost completely shaven, I take in every beautiful
inch of his enormous length, wondering how in the fuck I’m going to
fit that freakishly fat dick…in any of my holes, without ending up
in the emergency room. Just kidding, but not about how goddamn big
he is. No, he’s definitely gifted down there, and if he ever gets
tired of teaching, he could so become a porn star. Probably not
likely, but I’m just sayin’.

Master Park closes his hand around
mine, then leads me toward the back of the spacious training room.
Through the rear entrance we go, and down the short hallway, until
we’re standing in front of a door unfamiliar to me. I blindly
follow him in, barely noticing the cold concrete floor below my
bare feet, heavy tits swaying from side to side, wearing nothing
but my cute little boyshort panties as fluttering butterflies wreak
havoc on my knotted stomach.

The nice view of his bouncing, toned
ass calms me a little, but still, I suck in a sharp breath, wishing
my nervousness somewhere far away.

“
You okay?” Master Park’s
deep voice is soothing to my ears.

“
Never better,” I quickly
return, hoping my confident sounding words restore what’s been lost
of my fearless side. Because this is why I signed up for private
lessons in the first place, right? I’ve just never done anything
like this before…and the reality setting in is putting me on edge
all over again. But in a good way. The best of ways.

And though I failed before,
I now resolve myself into believing that I know what the fuck I’m
doing, and threaten the martial arts expert under my breath, “I’m
gonna rock your fucking socks off, Mr. Taekwondo Master.” Hmph.
Take that. When this twenty-year-old is done with you, you’re gonna
be begging to pay
me,
that’s right, for private lessons.

* * *

Hot water cascading down my naked
body, my back’s turned to Master Park, thick steam enveloping the
two of us in its soothing warmth. The shower is surprisingly large,
and all I can think about as he shampoos my hair, is how surreal
this whole situation is, and how we went from him trying his
darnedest to kick me out to being completely naked, and ending up
with Master Park massaging my scalp as he cleans me.

Having the sudden urge to feel his
body against mine, I back into him, and when his cock presses into
the crack of my ass, I hear a guttural moan from behind, causing me
to immediately smile in response. “You like that, don’t
you?”

“
You’re playing with fire,
Scarlett.”

“
Focus, Justin!” Holy shit,
I can’t believe I remembered his name.

“
Justin, huh? What happened
to Master Park?” Without warning, he spanks me on my ass, eliciting
a growl from the back of my throat.