Chapter 22 - Riley
I'm surprised it doesn't take more convincing to get Viktor to teach me self-defense. At first, I thought he wouldn't because we go through the week like normal, but when Saturday dawns, he shakes me awake slowly.
“Riley. Riley, get up.”
I sit up, confused. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing. Dress warmly and comfortably and meet me downstairs.” He's already dressed, and he looks so handsome. He's in grey track pants and a hoodie. I'm definitely having an influence on him. He's opting for more comfy clothes. I rise and get dressed, brushing my teeth and washing my face. Once I'm dressed, I go downstairs and see Viktor waiting for me in the entrance hall. I look at him sleepily.
“Come on, sleepy head, we're going out.”
“Where?” I ask.
“To the backyard,” he says with a smile.
I am confused. “The backyard? You woke me up this early to go to the backyard?”
“Yes, we need to get started early if we're going to make progress.”
“Progress on what?” I ask as I follow him out into the cool morning.
“With your aim.”
Thoroughly confused, I don't ask any more questions, trusting that he will reveal everything shortly. We walk into a large field. I look around and see some targets set up a few feet away.
“What are we doing?” I finally ask when he doesn't volunteer the information. He lifts his hoodie and pulls out a handgun.
“I'm going to teach you how to shoot.” He looks at me calmly. “Think you can do that?”
I nod. “I can.”
“Take the gun,” he holds it out. “It's heavier than it looks.”
He isn't kidding; it has a big weight to it. I take it in my hands and keep it pointed down. “Good, keep it pointed down so you don't accidentally shoot me,” he grins. He moves behind me and puts his arms around me. “Lift your arms and aim at the target. Keep both eyes open. A lot of people think closing one eye helps, but it actually throws you off. Keep your eyes on the target. Look down the barrel of the gun and line it up with the target and when you're ready, pull the trigger.”
I stand there for a moment, my hands shaking slightly. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I can't help but shut my eyes as I pull the trigger.
“You need to keep your eyes open,” he says gently. He's so patient with me. He stands behind me, keeping his hands on mine. “I'm going to help you hold the gun. Keep your eyes open and pull the trigger, even if you miss the target.”
I keep my eyes open and slowly pull the trigger, blinking only once the gun goes off. I don't hit anything, but Viktor praises me. “Good, that's better. Do it again.”
We keep practicing until I can pull the trigger without shutting my eyes at all. Then Viktor starts to teach me how to aim. At first, I didn't hit the target. He reloads twice before I hit the edge of the target. Steadily, I get closer and closer until I finally hit the target in the head. I'm so excited I jump up and down and Viktor takes the gun from me. “Don't accidentally shoot yourself now.”
“Sorry,” I say. “I'm just so excited that I managed to shoot the target in the head.”
“Well done. We can move on to something else for now. I'm out of bullets.”
“What are we going to move on to?” I ask. He puts the gun down on a table nearby with his holster, then stands in front of me.
“Pressure points,” I say. “Let's say you don't have a gun and someone comes after you. You need to be able to get out of the situation. The best way to do that is to disable and run. Do you understand that? Disable and run. Don't hang around celebrating that you took someone down because they can get up again and you might not get another chance to get away.”
“Okay,” I say quietly. “What do I do?”
“Well, the most obvious one is if you can and it's a guy, kick them in the groin.”
I look at his groin and he puts his hands over it. “We're not going to practice that one. But it's an obvious one. It will buy you a few minutes.”
“Where else?” I ask.
“The jaw is a tough target, but if you can connect there, it will disable them. However, you risk injuring your hand.” He touches his forehead. “Striking someone in the forehead or temple can incapacitate them, but you'd need to hit them pretty hard. The best way to hit is with your elbow. It's extremely solid and will do some damage.”
“Hit with the elbow, got it,” I say, bouncing up and down. “What one can I practice with you?”
“Sternum,” he points to it. “You'll knock the breath out of me. I'm going to grab you from behind and you're going to fight to get your elbow to slam into my sternum. Okay?”
I nod and turn around. “Ready.”
Suddenly, his arms are around me, and for a moment, I panic because he's holding me so tightly. I don't think I can break free, and I start wiggling. He keeps holding on, and I continue trying to escape. He grips me tightly, and I quickly become breathless.
“Come on, Riley. Use everything you have to get out of my grasp.”
I pant slightly, then I have an idea. I lift my foot and slam it onto his. He cries out and his grip loosens on me. I slam my elbow back into his sternum and he drops down, gasping for air. I turn around and kneel by him. “I'm so sorry.”
“Why?” he gasps out. “You did it.”
“I know, but I hurt you,” I say, rubbing his chest.
“I'll be okay in a minute,” he says, breathing hard. “Well done. Now repeat, the pressure points to me.”
“Groin, forehead, temple, jaw, and sternum.”
“Good girl,” I help him to his feet and he smiles down at me. “That's enough for one day.” He looks at his watch. “It's time for breakfast, anyway.”
He takes his gun in one hand and my hand in the other, and we walk back toward the house. He leaves me to put his gun away while I go to the dining room and sit down. Rachel brings out our breakfast plates and sets them in front of us.
Viktor comes back and sits down, and we start to eat. He still seems a little breathless and I feel a little bad for hurting him. “Are we going to carry on practicing?”
“Not today,” he says after swallowing. “But tomorrow perhaps.”
“Shooting and pressure points?” I ask.
“Of course, and some flips and other self-defense moves.” He sips his coffee.
“Thank you for teaching me this. After what the Vultures did to me, I didn't think I'd ever feel like I would have control again.”
“Do you want to talk about?” he asks.
I nod and he looks surprised. “It was horrible. No food. They sometimes gave me water. But the threats. There was one guy in particular. I'm sure it's the one that's after me. He kept telling me what he was going to do to me. Grope me. Rape me. Force me to perform oral sex on him.” I cast my eyes down. “The waiting was the hardest. Waiting for something bad to happen and not knowing what to expect.”
“That must have been really hard,” Viktor says gently, reaching for my hand.
I squeeze his hand and let go, picking up my coffee and sipping it. “He got a little too close for comfort.”
“If I ever get my hands on any of them, I will torture them one by one and then kill them for you.” He looks so serious that I can't help but smile.
“Your constant patience, support, and teaching me self-defense have been so helpful for me moving on. You deserve a reward.”
I smile and look around. There's a guard outside the room, so I get up and shut the dining room door. I then go back to the table while Viktor watches me curiously. “What are you doing?”
“I want some privacy,” I say. I kick off my shoes under the table and wait until Viktor is eating again. I turn in my chair to face him and slide my leg forward. I slide my foot up his leg and he looks up at me with wide eyes. I pass his knee and I lean forward to slide down his thigh. My foot meets his crotch and I rub my foot up and down slowly.
Viktor raises an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” he whispers, but I can feel his cock hardening against my touch.
“I don't know. The adrenaline from the morning has me feeling very… hot.” I grin and continue to rub him with my foot.
He licks his lips and grips the edges of either side of the table tightly in his hands. “Riley…”
I remove my foot, slide down my seat, and disappear under the table. I crawl to his lap and hook my fingers into his track pants and briefs. He lifts his ass and I pull down his pants. His dick springs to attention and I take it in my hand, stroking him.
“Oh God,” Viktor groans. I lean into his lap and wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. I suck on it softly, rolling my tongue around the tip and tasting his pre-cum. It drives me wild, knowing what I'm doing to him. I start to bob my head up and down, and I can feel Viktor shifting in his seat. He reaches down and grips my hair. “Come up.”
Once I'm off him, he pushes his chair back, and I slide out from under the table. He gets up and turns me around, bending me over the table. “You're evil.”
“Are you going to make me pay?”
“Maybe,” he purrs. He pulls my pants and panties down and he slides a finger between my folds, teasing my entrance. I groan softly as he moves his finger to circle my clit. “You're already so wet.”
“You do that to me,” I murmur.
I feel a pressure behind me, and suddenly, he's inside of me. I hold on to the table and he holds onto my hips as he starts to move. I whimper out loud, moving my hips to meet his. Every time he thrusts forward, I thrust back and the sound of flesh on flesh fills the room quickly. The idea that anyone could walk in at any minute is just more of a turn-on.
Viktor slides his hand from my hip down the front of my body to my clit. He starts to massage it lightly as he moves and I can feel myself responding. My hips bucking at his touch.
“Oh, Viktor,” I groan out. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
He pulls out of me and turns me around again. He lifts me onto the table and thrusts back into me. “I want to see your face as you cum on my dick.”
He reaches between us and touches me again. I spread my legs as wide as they can go and lean forward to kiss him. He groans into my mouth as he moves harder and faster. I cry out into his mouth, his kiss keeping me quiet. I cry out again and he moves his fingers faster, his hips as fast as they can go. I can feel my pussy tightening around his erection and a pressure building up inside of me. A familiar pleasure that I've come to enjoy. I dig my nails into his arms and break the kiss, crying out a loud, “Ah!” As I orgasm.
Viktor continues to move until he thrusts into me, cums, and then continues to thrust as he comes inside me again.
He breathes heavily, looking down at me.