Chapter 3: Rising Action
: Control Lessons & Unspoken Desires
I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that my moment of weakness hadn't been used against me. Kenna, to her credit, seemed taken aback. She wasn't one to share her past lightly, especially not with someone like me—large, obviously capable, and male. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her mind.
"Focus," she muttered, more to herself than to me. "We're here to improve." Kenna's voice was firm yet gentle as she regained her composure, wiping away any trace of tears from her eyes. She stepped back, giving us both some space.
"That's why you're here, right? To learn control?" she asked, her gaze steady on mine.
I nodded, grateful for the change in subject. "Yeah, that's why I'm here."
Kenna considered me for a moment before speaking again. "You've got potential, James. Raw power and instinctual skill. But you need discipline, control."
She paused, then continued, "I can help you with that.
In exchange, you teach me some of those techniques you mentioned earlier—the ones that blend well with jujitsu."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her offer. "You want to learn from me?"
Kenna rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just interested in expanding my skill set. Besides, if you're as good as you claim to be, it could only benefit my students."
I chuckled at her bluntness. "Fair enough. But what about your control? You seem...
somewhat enthusiastic about sharing techniques too freely."
She smirked at my comment and crossed her arms over her chest again pushing up those ample breasts slightly more prominently than necessary for comfort or modesty. "it's all self defense, James. you are something of an unsheathed sword. dangerous even at rest. If I can help you gain control you become less dangerous to those around you. look at yourself. you had such a visceral reaction to the story of my past yet there you are gawking at my breasts. what happens if you lose control in a state like that?" she cocked an eyebrow, "I see how uncomfortable this makes you. clearly you have control issues outside of combat."
"but I would never!..." I steadied myself, "I do have certain drives that are quite strong I have control over those urges." I clear my throat, "so you want to sheath my sword?" no sooner had the words left me then I realize my poor phrasing.
Kenna's smirk widened at my discomfort."I see," she said playfully,"So you're saying you have control over your...urges?" She emphasized the last word suggestively.
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment at being so easily baited."That's not what I meant," I muttered gruffly.
Kenna laughed softly,"I know it's not what you meant but it's what you said." She teased,"But seriously though you're right you do have control over your urges but not over your reactions.
You need to learn to separate your emotions from your actions." She said with a serious tone now.
I nodded slowly considering her words,"So how do we start?"
Kenna smiled,"Well first things first we need to get you into some proper training gear." She said gesturing towards the changing rooms."Go get changed into one of the spare gis in there and meet me back here in five minutes."
I did as instructed and returned to find Kenna waiting for me dressed in a white gi with her red hair tied back into a neat bun. She looked different somehow softer less intense than before.
"you changed your hair." I said stating the obvious.
"well your an observant one. it's a technique my first master taught me. a physical manifestation of my centering. I tend to wear twin tails, they represent my dual nature. my passion anger and impulsiveness on one side... and, you saw the other side. when they are out of balance I loose control, during our sparing match I lost control. you were right the last strike wasn't friendly and I'm sorry. when I whined my hair into a bun I bring my two sides together to find balance. obviously, it is only hair but it's symbolic. you are physically telling your mind to combined it's varied natures into one."
She explained as we began walking towards an open area where several foam mats were spread out across the floor.
"It's interesting that way of thinking..."I mused aloud feeling intrigued by this new perspective.
"The human mind is fascinating James,"Kenna replied as we began setting up our training area,"It's constantly seeking equilibrium between opposing forces like balance in nature... I think you and I have a lot in common I didn't used to be one for metaphysical mumbo jumbo. still I can tell you it has helped me and I need it now. it for some reason or match left me more unsettled then usual. join me, I can guide you through meditation.
It might help calm your mind.
Then what are we waiting for?" James asked after a momentary pause.
Kenna rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "you don't rush meditation dumb ass." She playfully shoved me and led me to a quiet corner where we could sit cross-legged on the floor.
"Okay close your eyes and take deep breaths."
I followed suit taking deep breaths filling up his lungs with fresh air.
Kenna looked at me intently sensing my nervousness.
"You needn't worry James, this isn't scary stuff really just letting go and accepting things as they are."
I opened my eyes briefly looking into hers seeking reassurance. "I, have difficulty... Closing my eyes when others are around. I'm vulnerable."
"Jesus, you have legitimate PTSD. I, I understand. It used to be the same for me. Don't worry. We'll get through this.
Together," Kenna reassured me softly, her voice barely above a whisper."Just keep your eyes on me okay? Focus on my voice and let everything else fade away."
I nodded slowly, trusting her guidance as I closed my eyes again trying to block out the world around us leaving only Kenna's soothing voice echoing through my mind.
"Good... Now take another deep breath... In... And... Out... Feel your body relaxing... Your muscles loosening... Your mind clearing..."
Her words were like a gentle lullaby guiding me deeper into a state of calm relaxation than I had ever experienced before.
The familiar tension in my shoulders started easing away as if being slowly melted under Kenna’s soothing voice.
Time seemed to stand still or maybe even move backwards as we sat there together lost in our own personal worlds until finally Kenna spoke again breaking through the silence.
“Now…” She began softly “…Let’s try something else.” The tone was different now more commanding than comforting.” Focus on your breath… Feel each inhale filling up every part of your body… And each exhale releasing any remaining tension.”
Her voice was steady yet gentle guiding us through this strange new world together.
“Now,” she continued after a moment’s pause,” I want you to imagine something for me. Picture yourself standing in an open field under a clear blue sky. The sun is warm on your face and there’s a soft breeze rustling through the tall grass around you.”
I did as instructed visualizing the scene vividly in my mind’s eye. The warmth of the sun felt real on my skin and I could almost hear the gentle rustling of leaves.
“Good,” Kenna whispered approvingly,” Now in this field there’s another person standing some distance away from you.
This person is someone close to you someone who understands you completely someone who loves unconditionally.”
The scene changed subtly as another figure appeared at the edge of my peripheral vision—a person who seemed familiar yet distant—loved yet unknown.
“This person represents peace,” Kenna continued,” Trust… Acceptance… Everything you’ve been searching for lies within this person.”
The figure took a step forward revealing themselves as they came into full view—a woman—her features soft yet determined—her eyes filled with understanding.
“See,” Kenna said,” How easily they come toward you?
They mean no harm no threat just acceptance and understanding.”
My heart skipped for an instant then settled into this new found calmness within this ethereal realm Kenna had created for us; Her voice like distant thunder breaking through serene skies guiding us deeper into this state of tranquility.
“Now imagine,” she continued,” This person is approaching now slowly Their steps deliberate measured breaths filling up every empty space inside our world.”
And indeed they did—this faceless figure walking deliberately towards us steadily closing distance until they stood right before us—just two meters away—breathing softly like gentle waves against peaceful shores.
Their presence radiated warmth—a comforting aura enveloping us both—drawing us closer together.
"Now," Kenna whispered,"What do you feel?"
I took my time responding—savoring this newfound sensation—before finally answering,"Peace... Calm... Understanding."
"Good," Kenna nodded,"Now let's test your control."
Before I could ask what she meant by that statement Kenna lunged forward—her hands reaching out—gripping my shoulders tightly—her eyes locked onto mine—intense—penetrating—searching for something within me.
Her touch was surprisingly warm—firm yet gentle—like everything else about her—contradictory yet equally compelling.
"Focus James," she commanded—her voice barely above a whisper yet resonating with an authority that demanded obedience—"Feel your body respond—your muscles tighten—your heart accelerate—I want you to see how your emotions affect your physical reactions."
I could feel it—the adrenaline coursing through my veins—the tension building within me—as if every nerve ending was on fire—wanting more—wanting everything.
My grip tightened on her shoulders—a reflexive response—a primal urge taking hold.
Kenna didn't flinch—not even slightly—she just held my gaze—unwavering—unblinking—as if we were locked in some ancient battle—some silent war.
"Control," she urged softly—her fingers digging into my flesh—a subtle reminder—a warning.
I took a deep breath—inhaling through gritted teeth—and exhaled slowly—the heat building within me—the heat fueled by her touch—the heat fueled by desire.
"Control," she repeated—her voice steady—commanding.
Her fingers flexed beneath mine—a gentle pressure—a silent battle cry.
It was then that I realized what she was doing—I understood her game—and it took every ounce of self-control not to react—to not give in.
Her touch was electric—I could feel every single nerve ending come alive beneath her fingertips—a current flowing between us—a spark igniting something primal within.
She leaned in closer—as if trying to read every thought that crossed my mind—every emotion that darkened my eyes.
Her gaze was intense—penetrating—searching for something within me—something hidden even from myself.
"Control," she whispered again—her breath warm against my lips—her voice barely audible yet resonating within my very soul.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest—my breath coming in short gasps—my body aching for release—aching for her.
But I held firm—my grip on her shoulders never wavering—my eyes locked onto hers—refusing to back down—refusing to give in.
Kenna smirked—her eyes gleaming with amusement—obviously pleased by my resistance.
"Not bad," she conceded grudgingly," Not bad at all." Then she abruptly released me, stepping back and offering me a look that was somewhere between puzzled and impressed."You actually managed to resist."
Her admission caught me off guard—I had expected anger or frustration or perhaps even smug satisfaction—but not acknowledgment.
"I didn't do anything," I hedged defensively.
My cheeks flushed again from embarrassment at being caught off guard by Kenna's sudden praise.
Kenna chuckled softly, shaking her head slightly as if she couldn't believe what was happening between us."You did more than most would've managed," she said quietly.
"But I must admit... I'm surprised."
Kenna's gaze lingered on mine for a moment longer before she turned away abruptly, breaking our connection. She began pacing back and forth, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides as if fighting some internal battle.
I watched her, confused by her sudden change in demeanor. "Kenna? Is everything alright?"
She stopped pacing and faced me, her expression tense and her eyes flashing with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "No, it's not alright," she snapped, her voice laced with frustration. "I can't... I can't keep doing this with you."
I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her outburst. "Doing what?"
Kenna let out a growl of frustration and closed the distance between us in two quick strides.
Before I could react, she had grabbed hold of my face with both hands, pulling me towards her until our lips met in a fierce kiss.
Her lips were soft yet demanding - pressing against mine with an intensity that left no doubt about what she wanted from me.
My hands found their way onto her hips automatically - pulling her closer until I could feel the heat radiating from her core pressing against mine.
As our kiss deepened, Kenna's tongue found its way into my mouth - exploring every inch with a hunger that matched my own.
Her hands roamed over my body - tracing paths along muscles she hadn't known existed until now.
I could feel every nerve ending coming alive under her touch - every cell in my body screaming for more.
But even as my body responded eagerly, my mind fought against it - warning me of the danger lurking in this unbridled passion.
"Kenna," I gasped, pulling away from her lips only long enough to speak her name before capturing them again.
She moaned softly against me - a sound that sent shivers down my spine and straight to my groin.
"Quite James, I need this. I haven't touched a man since... listen, I need to get this out of my system." Kenna said as more of a command than a statement.
Her hands moved down from my chest to my belt buckle.
"Wait," I said abruptly, halting her progress with my hands covering hers.
She looked up at me with irritation flashing in her eyes but I didn't back down.
"I need control too," I said firmly but gently trying not to hurt her pride or dignity.
Kenna considered me for a moment before giving me a small nod.
"I understand," she said finally breaking eye contact briefly before looking back up at me again.
"Alright then," she said taking a deep breath before continuing.
"Let's try something different." She stepped back and began untying her gi top slowly, never breaking eye contact with me.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my focus on her face rather than the tantalizing sight of her exposed skin.
"What are you doing?" I asked gruffly, my voice betraying my nervousness.
Kenna smirked at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "I'm giving you control," she said simply.
She let the top fall open, revealing the smooth curve of her breasts barely contained by a black sports bra.
My mouth went dry as I struggled to maintain my composure.
"Kenna, what are you playing at?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She shrugged nonchalantly, letting the gi top slip off her shoulders completely. "I'm not playing at anything, James. I'm giving you control," she repeated, her voice steady and sure.
I took a deep breath, trying to rein in my racing thoughts and desires. "And what exactly does that mean?"
Kenna stepped closer, her eyes never leaving mine. "it mean's if you want to sheath your sword... here's your chance." She paused, letting the words sink in before continuing. "But if you don't want this, if you don't want me, then say so now, and we'll stop. No hard feelings."
I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty, but found none. She meant every word she said. This was her way of giving me control, of letting me decide how far we went.
My heart pounded in my chest as I considered her offer. I knew something was wrong, that I should walk away, but I had her permission and I could see she had noticed my growing arousal pushing against my Gi.
The tension between us was palpable.
"You're playing with fire Kenna." My voice came out hoarse with desire.
She smirked provocatively at me as she began pulling off her black sports bra exposing those magnificent breasts.
"Then let's play with fire together."
I swallowed hard knowing there was no turning back now.
She reached out tentatively touching herself gently playing with one swollen nipple while her other hand caressed my cheek.
"Tell me if it hurts or if anything feels wrong."
I nodded unable to speak as she let go of herself starting on me. "everything about this feels wrong...but I get the feeling you're committed and if you don't stop me now... I won't be able to resist much longer.
"sounds like I found a technique you don't have a defense for." she said with a smirk as she unfastened my belt.
Her touch was deliberate and teasing as she moved downwards unbuckling it slowly while maintaining eye contact with me.
"Fuck," I groaned as she finally took out my cock from its confines freeing it from its uncomfortable prison.
She ran her hand up and down its length leisurely testing its firmness while looking up at me with those piercing green eyes.
"Fuck is exactly what I was planning on," She chuckled softly while giving it one final stroke before letting go.
She took a step back and slowly began removing her pants, her eyes never leaving mine.
I stood there watching her, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum, my cock throbbing with anticipation. She was a sight to behold, her body toned and athletic, her skin flushed with desire.
"Your turn," she said, nodding towards my gi pants that were still pooled around my ankles.
I kicked them off without hesitation, standing before her completely naked, my cock standing at attention.
She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with hunger as she took me in.
"Fucking hell," she murmured under her breath.
Her gaze moved downwards over every inch of exposed flesh until it settled on my cock again.
"You're fucking huge," she breathed out, disbelief lacing her voice.
I smirked arrogantly at her compliment but said nothing.
She stepped closer again until our bodies were inches apart.
I could feel the heat radiating off hers - it was like standing next to an open flame.
Her hand reached out tentatively touching my cock again - this time gripping it tightly.
Her fingers wrapped around its girth - testing its size - before beginning slow strokes up and down its length.
My hips bucked involuntarily - seeking more friction - more contact.
"Fuck... You want more huh?" she moaned softly - staring up at me from beneath hooded lids - her other hand reaching up - grabbing onto the back of my neck - pulling me down onto her mouth.
The kiss was frantic - hungry - filled with all the pent-up desire we'd been fighting since we first met.
Her tongue darted into my mouth - exploring every inch - tasting every sensation.
My hands roamed over every inch of exposed flesh - touching all those areas that drove both us wild.
My fingers traced across soft skin - teasingly pinching nipples - causing them to harden beneath touch.
Kenna moaned softly against me - arching into each touch - seeking more sensation.
"Fuck... You're so sensitive here." My fingers slid lower - dipping between those soft folds - causing Kenna's knees to buckle slightly.
"James... God damn it... don't tease..." Her voice was barely above a whisper - filled with desperation.
"Not teasing love... just warming up." A smirk played on my lips as my fingers continued their gentle exploration.
Kenna steeled herself and said between gasps and moans, "James, I appreciate your attentiveness but, I need this to be mechanical ok?"
She looked at me with pleading eyes.
I nodded in understanding and grabbed her hips firmly, lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around my waist. Her pussy was hot and wet against my stomach, and I could feel her juices coating my skin.
"Fuck," she moaned as I carried her over to the nearest wall, pressing her back against it for support.
"Is this what you want?" I growled, grinding my hips against hers, letting her feel the full length of my cock pressing against her core.
"This is what you want, isn't it? You want me to fuck you hard against this wall?"
Kenna moaned in response, her head falling back against the wall as she ground herself against me. "No," she groaned, "but it's what I need, so please. Do it."
I reached down between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. I teased her for a moment, rubbing the head against her clit, making her squirm and moan. "Please," she begged, "Please fuck me, James."
"Fine, but your going to explain this shit afterward." I pushed into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size.
She was tight—fucking tight—and I could feel every inch of her stretching to accommodate me.
"Fuck," she gasped as I bottomed out inside of her.
"Too much?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"No," she panted, "Keep going."
I pulled back slowly, then slammed into her again, setting a steady rhythm that had her moaning and writhing against me. Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust.
"Fuck yes," I groaned into her ear as I felt her walls clench around me tighter.
Kenna's nails dug into my back, leaving red welts as she clung onto me like a vice grip.
"Harder," she pleaded through ragged breaths.
I obliged without hesitation.
Slamming into her roughly again and again.
The sound of our bodies meeting echoed through the training room like gunshots.
Each thrust sent vibrations through us both.
Kenna's tits bounced wildly with each impact.
Her skin flushed pink from exertion.
Her nipples hardened into tight peaks.
Each thrust sent delicious pain coursing through our bodies as we collided against each other.
"Oh god yes!" Kenna cried out again and again.
Her breath hitched as we both neared our climax.
I could feel it building inside me like an inferno ready to consume us both.
Her fingernails dug deeper into my back – leaving red streaks along the skin – as if trying to anchor herself against the storm about to hit.
Every movement became more urgent – more primal – as we pushed each other closer towards oblivion.
Kenna's cries echoed through the room – each one more desperate than the last – until finally she threw her head back and screamed, "Fuck! Yes! I'm cumming!"
Her body convulsed around me – her walls clamping down on my cock like a vice – milking me for all I was worth. The sensation was too much – too intense – and I felt myself hurtling towards my own release. "Kenna! I'm gonna cum!" My rhythm broke as I hit the point of no return. As I focus on the last few thrusts before my release I heard her shout,
No, no nonono! Shit! Pull out!
Jesus fucking Christ pull out!" Kenna begged urgently between gasps but James couldn't stop his momentum or control his body's response he could feel his balls tighten up under his stomach ready for explosion.
He tried looking at Kenna eyes but his vision started blurring from exertion and sweat dripping down his temples blocking his vision.
"James! Control!" Kenna cried.
My eyes flashed and even as I felt the first pulse begin tore myself out of her bucking hard again the concrete wall behind her as my cum sprayed against it a splash against her ass and legs.
"holy shit that was close..." Kenna panted heavily as reality set in.
I groaned my hard cock still jerking into the harder wall. A pained expression on my face.
"Fuck Kenna! That was too close." I said as I tried to catch my breath.
Kenna looked at me with concern but also amusement in her eyes."You're telling me." She chuckled softly.
I looked down at my still hard cock glistening with sweat and cum."I'm sorry Kenna." I muttered feeling embarrassed.
Kenna reached out and touched my cheek gently."Don't be silly James." She said softly,"We both got carried away."
I nodded but still felt like shit for almost not pulling out in time, worst for fucking a concrete wall. After lowering herself to the ground she looked at the wall, "shit, that must have hurt."
I winced slightly as she reach for me. "I'm sorry, I haven't needed birth control for so long I almost forgot I'd stopped taking it...I'll make it up to you... Somehow."