Power

Fuming, Anna crashed the door of the training centre close and stomped into the car park. The wind pushed the curls in her face and she strode towards the sidewalk. 

How dare he make fun of her? As a woman in the force, she was used to man muttering behind her back, but the way that Stan had broken the conduct and humiliated her in front of her colleagues was beyond any normal measure.

Smug, handsome and arrogant, Stan had been the worst and best training partner right from the beginning. He knew just how to push her buttons so that she would mobilise her last reserve. Generally she was pretty good at keeping him at bay, too, and her martial arts training generally made sure that it was Stan who ended up calling ‘chicken’ at the end of a sparring fight, but her thoughts had been unfocused lately. 

The closer they got in a fight, the wider his grin spread, letting his gaze trail up and down her body in the least professional way possible. A month ago he had started to call her nicknames, teasing how it clearly turned her on when they were sparring. 

First she was simply surprised. Would he really sink this low to deal her a blow of confidence so that he would have an advantage in a fight? 

Watching herself more carefully in their next interaction she realised to her horror that he was right. On the floor with his wrists securing her hands over her head, panting and pushing against him, she could feel how her groin tightened and her nipples sharpened. 

Noticing her desperate face, he raised his eye brows. ‘Give in, love, you know you want to’’ he had whispered before she had been able to push him off with a shove. Thankfully their colleagues who were fighting on the next mat had not seen what was going on. How close they had got.

She would not stand for this anymore! His behaviour was unacceptable and she would not tolerate it any longer. Showing her this side of herself- a side which she didn’t understand and hated in equal measure- had to stop. She was working in a masculine environment for god’s sake. She had to be able to concentrate and especially engage in physical combat without thinking about sex. 

She had tried to distract herself by training even harder, going for runs before and after work, thinking about anything but the rush of energy she had felt when she was able to overpower Stan in their last training round. Pressing him down into the mat. But even this victory was made sour by his mocking reaction of her. 

Laughing into the soft surface, he had looked her square in the face with a grin. ‘I let you do this. You like it so much. I am the one with the real power. I know you want me.’ Gobsmacked, she had let go of his wrists and stumbled back. This was not right. 

Just the memory of it made her clench her fists. Two days of thinking about his behaviour had changed her feelings from disbelieve into range. Speeding up, her feet starting pounding the pavement. She would tell him what she thought of him, make him have respect for her. 

She knew where he lived from a Christmas party they had celebrated a year back. She also knew that he kept his back door unlocked most evenings. Her steps grew even longer and faster when she realised how easy it would be to confront him. And afterwards, she would be able to bury the whole mess in the past and return to being the excellent officer that she was.

Coming around the last corning, she stopped in front of his house, walked around the building and slammed the back door open.

“Stan? Come here!” she shouted into the building and threw the door shut behind herself. “I know that you are here, you asshole!”. His kitchen looked just like she remembered it- plain and clean.  

Stepping in from the next room, he wore jeans and was just about to close the upper button of his black shirt. “What do you want, love?” He looked up from his fingers and observed her with a questioning view and dirty smile. 

Her eyes were immediately drawn to his body. When she realised how much his stare amused him, the anger returned. His reaction gave her the last angry boost that she needed to forget that they were not in the safe environment of the gymnasium now. “I hate you and you will never have power over me, never!”she screamed at him and threateningly came towards him.

Immediately Stan´s face became heated and he looked at her. “But of course, luv. You are crazy for me. Just look at you! Your body is literally longing for my touch!” His eyes narrow and he sneered. ‘You don’t believe that you would actually ever win a fight against me if I didn’t let you win?

His words almost brought her to madness. “No, it doesn´t do that. You are…” But before she was able to finish the sentence he had grabbed her and pressed her against the wall. 

Her first reaction was to breathless disbelieve. This could not be happening. Not again. Feeling his torso again her stomach, his breath next to her throat, her knees became week and goosebumps broke out all over her arms when he whispered “You belong to me. Do you want me to show you?”

She had come here to show that she didn’t want this. That he had no power. She steeled her mind and started to fight against his body with all her force. “Let go, you pig!” she howled and tried to hit him. 

He took her hands and held them over her head. When she tried to kick him, he pressed his right knee in between her legs. Trapped like this she was not able to do anything else but scream at him: “Let go of me! You will regret this!”

He didn’t say anything and only stood in front of her. He looked at her greedy and suddenly she because fully aware of her helpless situation. She felt his muscles under the shirt and his strong arms which still held her hands over her head. She could feel her pussy clench and when she realised how close they really were she felt dizzy. She sensed his view all over her body and suddenly she was very glad to have the wall behind her back. “Do you see, love? It is already starting. You need me”, said Stan. 

Anna uttered a wild scream and tried to push herself away from the wall. But he had surrounded her tightly and didn’t move a centimetre. He could not be right. He was not allowed to be right! She was independent. She was strong. And he had not the right to say anything!

Desperately she tried to free herself again, but all of her power was useless. Again she realised how close he was. Her pulse got faster when she felt his body intensely pressed against hers. His eyes, which wandered over her body. Their lips were only millimetres apart from each other. 

Finally giving in to her urge to be closer to him, she moved the head to kiss him greedily, but he moved and turned his head away. 

Angry she tried it a second time and her eyes narrowed angrily when he didn´t allow her again to touch his mouth. “I want…” she groaned and moved under his pressure. 

“Yes, Anna? What do you want?” 

His eyes told her that this game didn’t leave him as cold as he pretended. It aroused incredibly him to see her here, in this helpless situation, under his will.   

“It´s ok to say it: You want me!” He licked over his lips and put on his grin again. Ignoring the longing of her body and the feeling of her stiff nipples over his shirt, she tried put as much dignity into her answer as possible. “I don´t need you! I don´t care about you at all!” She ignored the shivering of her body and tried to stand firm. 

“Are you sure?” He took a hand away from between their bodies and put is slowly on her stomach. Not much, only a gentle touch, but it made Anna tremble. She pressed against the wall not to fall down, but on the other hand she didn´t long for anything more than to press herself against him.

 “No, I…”, she tried to control herself. Stan took his hand away immediately and her whole body screamed for his touch. As he had said. 

“Please,… I …” she gasped. “What?” Again he put his hand on her stomach, just to feel her shiver. With two fingers he slowly went under the border of her jeans. She fast took a deep breath when his cool fingers touched her hot skin again. “Do you want to say something, love?”

Smug he smiled at her and continued moving down with his hand into her trousers. “Or have you lost your speech?” In a fast, fluent motion he took his fingers away. “Well?” “I…want… you, Stan!” Anna´s skin trembled and she had lost the fight. She was his. She had known from the first moment he touched her that she wanted this. Needed him.

In Stan´s eyes it glittered. “Aaand?” Almost torturously slowly he let his hand wander over her face. Her mouth greedily snapped at his fingers and licked over his sweat. Stan seized her neck and pulled her head closer. Kissing-close. “And what should I do with you now, love?”

He kissed her roughly on the mouth and pushed her away again. Anna wheezed and tried desperately to get close to his face. How could he make her so addicted? Her whole body was shuddering. “We play a little game now. Just to prove you that I am right, my darling.”

Stan grinned lightly when Anna´s eyes widened. Once more he put his hand on her stomach and felt how all muscles flexed. “I am going to let go now. And you won´t move even a centimetre!”

She stared at him, not believing her ears and bit her lower lip as he touched her skin and then pushed himself away from the wall. The contact between the two heated bodies broke and Anna had trouble staying on her legs. Every part of her body missed him almost achingly. Still pressed against the wall, hands held over her head, she stood there and breathed hart. She wanted him so much.

“Stan…” His name left her lips only as a whisper. Her through was tied because of her desire. “Be still! I don´t want to hear anything! As soon as you move, or the smallest word escapes your lips it ends and you will be thrown out. Did you understand that Anna?” 

The words were spoken almost lovingly. He moved a few steps backwards to have a good look at her. She nodded tortured and suddenly remembered the moving-prohibition. She almost wanted to open her mouth to apologize, but then realized his mocking smile and was able to stop in the last second.

Her heart was racing and every muscle of her body flexed. All mockery disappeared from his eyes and he looked at her from tip to toe. She was his. Every part of her incredible body belonged to him and this thought almost made him mad. One second he didn´t know if he could resist the temptation to throw himself onto her, but then he overcame the thought and looked into her face. 

Her forehead was wrinkled. Her eyes were dark from her desire and her view speared him. Stan saw her desperate fight to keep her body under control and not run towards him. She was in his hand. 

Stan stepped towards Anna and touched her shoulder lightly. She moaned quietly and he raised an eyebrow: “Well, I don´t count that as a word”, he said generously. Slowly he moved his hand over her skin. 

She was so soft. One after the other he let his finger make small circles over her throat. Anna, who had flinched at his very first touch had closed her eyes by now. Stan, looking at her tense face, realised that she had to bite her tongue not to scream.

Leisurely his hand moved up and touched her everywhere in the face, only to pull back again. Anna opened her eyes in an instant and stared at his angrily. This never ending pulling back made her almost loose her mind and he knew it. If he enabled her now to move, she would thrown herself onto him and hit him. 

The thought made him shiver and for one second he thought about letting it become true, but then saved it for later. First she should not be able to stand his teasing anymore. Normally it was she who hurt and mocked him, but today it was his turn.

Once again he looked at her and realised surprised that both of them still had their clothes on. Before that hadn´t been important, but now he wanted to see her, wanted to touch her seriously. He moved closer and moved his fingers on her throat, but this time let them slip deeper. 

She didn´t wear a bra and through the fabric he felt her breasts and nipples, which grew harder under his touch. Anna tensed. His fingers seemed to leave burning marks on her skin; her skin was on fire. She was completely crazy for his hands and the things that they did with her. What they did to her. She bit her tongue again not to scream.

Slowly she felt how her self-control ended when he ripped her shirt open and glided with his fingers over her bosom. He touched her only very little and still tortured Anna incredibly. She thought something within her body would burst if he didn´t intensify the pressure. 

Gently Stan stroked her skin and painted patterns. Her muscles were tensed to the extreme and she knew soon would be the point when she had to give in to her desire to grab him.

He moved his fingers towards her trouser and opened the top button. Anna dug her fingernails into her palms, which were by now stretched to fists. 

And another button… His touch made her mad. The last button was opened and his fingers moved into her jeans. He pulled it down. Shoes and slip followed until she was standing completely naked in front of him.

With wide eyes Anna felt the stone behind her back and under her feet. The view, how she stood there in front of him naked and trembling, made him shiver. 

When Anna saw his greedy eyes, how they moved over her body, she pressed her feet down and her back against the wall not to fall down. Her knees were made of gum and everything she wanted was him to touch finally seriously and hard. Her eyes begged for him to take her, but he had all time of the world.

This was just too exquisite to rush. Her panting chest moving up and down, raising and lowering her breasts. How she stared at him wantonly. Her naked skin glowed in the light of the candle which he had lit when it became dark and made her appear golden. This was what he had always dreamed of. And he desired her so much it almost hurt. Especially in his trousers.

“Not so fast, Love…” he whispered huskily and started stroking her legs. After several moment without his touch, Anna drew in air and moaned lowly when he moved up on the inside. Between her legs there was already so much liquid that she was completely out of her mind when he started stroking her clit with two fingers. She tried to get hold of the wall, have a resistance for the weight of her body, but without hope. This was the point she had feared. One more second and she would lose control. 

Stan´s breath came in rushes and suddenly he moved back again. He made two steps to get away from her and then whispered. “Move…”

Anna stiffed. One or two metres separated their bodies and still it seemed like the connection of the past touch was there. She still felt his hands on her skin and it made her crazy. Heavily breathing she looked at Stan and tried for one last time to resist him. His blue eyes pierced her until her inner self and his chest raised and lowered in rushes.

Anna was not able to hold on any longer. He had got her addicted. Addicted to his touch, his strength. Carefully she made the first step. Tried if her feet would really carry her. With unsteady legs she became faster and ran towards him, crashing into his solid body.

 Stan fell on his back and Anna lay on top of him. The crash took both of their breaths and immediately there was a hart expression in his eyes. He grabbed her hip and turned her on her back, so that she lay under him. “Not so fast, love…” On his knees he pressed her on the floor.

Anna felt the stone under her and his body on top of her. Her hand on his stomach, she realised in a lucid moment that he was still wearing his trousers and his shirt. This was not right, he should feel the same things she did. Shivering she raised a hand to take of his cloths, but Stan had seen her view. “You want to see me naked? Then look at this.”

With a dirty smile he pressed her hands under his knees, so that she wasn´t able to move and opened the first button of his shirt slowly. Not for one second he let his eyes get away from her, when slowly his pecs appeared and he threw away the annoying clothes.

Although Anna had already seen him naked many times and secretly had always craved his body, she needed him now more then ever. Trapped under his legs, she didn´t have a choice but to watch him, take in his glorious, slim figure. His jeans scratched on her hips and raised the intensity of her skin to the limit.

Gently he moved his hands over her naked legs, the view still concentrated on her face. He saw how she bit her teeth. Hhhmmm… His fingers touched her stomach again and time moved slowly around the belly button up. He made little circles and started to intensify the pressure. Anna hissed through her teeth and her whole body tensed even more.

“Come on Anna, you can scream. I want to hear it…”

Stubbornly she tried to keep her lips closed. Before he told her to be silent and now she had to scream? She wouldn´t give him this victory. But already she felt how she wasn´t able to stop the scream which build inside her. It just felt too good how he manipulated her body. When he moved to massaging her carefully first with his fingertips and then with the full hand, she again had to press her teeth together. 

But her tortured facial expression was already reward enough for Stan. He grinned and lowered his body a little. His lips touched carefully her cheek and she pressed against him like she was drowning. One hand still on her breast, he began to wander with the tip of his tongue over her lips.

“Anna…” he beckoned in her ear and began to rub his chest against her body. Only a little bit, bit still she trembled. He realised her desperation and whispered once again without mercy: “Don´t you know anymore? You are mine!”

And then he moved a little bit forward and kissed her. And it was a kiss, how she had least expected it. Gentle and calm. Stan was surprised himself how much he had himself under control. Carefully he let his tongue slip into her mouth and felt her teeth. Anna gasped out of surprise and opened her pressed jaws a little bit. All air went out of her lunges and floated into his mouth. 

She closed her eyes not to lose control again and felt in the same second that he was not holding her hands anymore. Supported on his elbows he lay on top of her. She returned the kiss blindly and didn´t even try to escape his gentle hug.

All the anger of the evening was gone and all she wanted was him. Stan took her hands and laid them over her head. Carefully he traced the whole length of her body with his finger. From her hands to her breasts he touched her and Anna tried not to move. Her hot breath slowed down and she didn´t want to destroy anything that he did for her.

Stan felt her hot, willing body under him and from one second to the other his self control was gone. As fast as it had appeared the gentle lines in his face made way for a greedy seriousness. 

Anna has noticed the sudden chance in his expression, the urgent stare with which he foxed her now. Before he could use her helpless situation again, Anna grabbed his ankles and tried to roll him on his back. Stan flinched but tried to press her down with all of his weight. So easily he would not give in, that was for sure.

Anna had used the small break to get back her mind and strength and now defended herself automatically. She pressed both hands against his chest and was really able to push him away a little bit. With all her force she boxed Stan against the left shoulder, moved her legs quickly out under his body and rolled to the side. She felt hot and the escape had left small scratches on her naked legs. That´s how they sat there: One metre distance between two hard breathing bodies.

Their views crossed and like a hunter Stan tensed to jump, but Anna had moved back a little more and the distance grew. He starred at her. All gentleness had disappeared form his eyes and he looked at her greedily and wanting. She felt a little bit dizzy and was thankful that she was sitting on the floor.

Then he stood up. His body was full of energy. Millimetre for millimetre she copied his subtle movements until they stood in front of each other. Anna could see the bruise at his shoulder where she had hit him. Slowly Stan opened the buttons of his trouser and let it slip to the floor. He didn´t war underwear and his cock stood straight into the room. 

Still they looked intensely into each others eyes. Same conditions, no advantage, no disadvantage. The excitement in the air was almost touchable and the only important thing was now who would leave the fight as the winner… Who would be able to demonstrate his power over the other.

Slowly both of them started to walk around each other. Anna could see Stan´s muscles, how they flexed under his skin when he moved. His view was on her with full concentration and she could see how much he wanted to posses her. Make her submit to his fantasies.

Neither of them spoke a word. Both were busy concentrating, not to make a mistake and be the weaker one. They were equally strong. Now it was just about power. Who had it and who used it. 

Anna had experienced how it was to be the one under control and although it had turned her on incredibly, her self-confidence forbid to give in without any further actions. He would have to fight for her. In the truest sense of the word.

Like hunting animals they surrounded each other. Views attacked where fists belonged and neither dared to male the first move. “Well, have I taken your breath away?”

Stan tried to make his voice drip with contempt, but his hoarse words rather spoke of desire than of devaluation. “You are not going to give in, like before, are you? Not that I don´t…”

In this moment she jumped and hit him with the flat hand on the chest, so that he fell back on the floor. Anna subtly rolled on the floor and was on her legs again immediately. All thoughts were banned from her head and she was only listening to her instincts. They led every movement and every small part of her actions. 

Stan scrambled to his feet again.. “No comment? That surprises me!” In his eyes it glittered when he made a step towards her. 

Quickly he tried to hit her on the shoulder. Quit pro quo. She blocked it and his hand only touched her arm and slid away. Because of the force of his attack she stumbled and had to balance herself on the wall not to fall. “Shut up, Stan!” she panted and pushed herself away from the stones. He wouldn´t win so easily.

He saw the anger in her eyes, admired once more her naked body, which trembled because of the intensity. When she came towards him, he blocked her punch with grabbing her wrists. His strong arms hurled her towards him and the two heated bodies touched.

“Come on, Anna! You can do better than that!” He kissed her roughly on the mouth and pushes her away again. She gasped and tried to get air. Good, good, one to zero for him. “Oh, did I make you loose your breath? I am so sorry!” he mocked her and waited excited for her response.

Her fist shot out immediately and hit him exactly between the rips. The anger had made her double as fast and this time he didn´t have the chance to escape it. He flew backwards, hit the wall and all of the air came out between his teeth. 

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up!, I said!” Anna stood at the other side of the room and stared at him. Did he think he could mock her like that and she would just take it? 

With pain-tensed face he looked up to her and got up again. “You want to have it harder? Here we go!” When Anna saw him running towards her she tried to prepare for his punch, but he only grabbed her pressed her against the wall. 

“Been here before, have we? Love?” he hissed and let her feel his hard cock at her lower stomach. This was the first time she had really felt his erection with all intensity and it woke her last carnal instinct. She wanted to ride him now, take him hard, use him the way that he wanted to use her.

Stan rubbed himself on her body and felt how she doubled her attempt to break free. With a gasp she finally managed to shove him away from hear, catching his rib with her fist as he stumbled backwards and fell. His eyes widened and satisfied she realised that she had actually hurt him.  

“Have you had enough yet?” Her voice dripped with contempt, just as his had done when they had started this game. Slowly she crouched in front of him, balancing on her toes. ‘I will always be the one on top in the end. Remember last week when I had you on the mat in three minutes flat?’

With a scream which seemed to mobilise his last reserve, Stan pushed up from his position on the floor and grabbed her arms. Caught off balance, she stumbled back and immediately he was on top of her again, holding down her arms. She fought herself free and tried again to hit him on the chest. But this time he made a step back, so that she lost her balance and crashed against him.

Using her movement, he moved his mouth onto hers and pressed his tongue between her teeth. His breath was hot and Anna could feel him panting. Feeling his hands grabbing for her, she groaned. This was what she wanted- but not how she wanted it. “I am not that easy” she panted, still under the spell of his touch. 

“Oh yes you are, Love!” With glazed view he made a step towards her. Her desire made her body almost willingless, but she forced herself not to give in. Again she hit him on his swollen shoulder and this time it was her who pressed him against the wall.

“I also have power over you, you know?” she whispered and lowered her body on her knees, only to press her tongue onto his stomach. His cock switched in response and slowly she moved forward to kiss every centimetre skin on his stomach. She hadn’t touched him yet where he wanted it most, and yet she could feel a trail of precum on her nipples.

A deep growl came from his throat. For the first time, he didn’t resist. Only his panting chest raised and lowered itself and his penis pressed now against her breasts. Once again she moved her tongue over his belly button and scratched him with her teeth. 

Her gently brutality made him moan. He pressed her back, went down on his knees and pressed her down the floor with him. In the moment where her tongue left his hot skin, he hissed wantonly and tried to hold her, but she moved backwards.

Gasping because of the exhaustion and desire both sat on the cold stone floor and tried to get their bodies under control again. Stan moved a bit forwards on his knees and the last distance between then disappeared. He put his hand on her hips and pulled her towards him. 

He understood now that he would never be really able to hurt her. He loved her. Beating her body was not what he wanted- his desire was to worshiped her, make her shiver from coming under his hands. How she sat there, naked, panting, the hair wild around her face… She was his sexiest dream made flesh.

Anna didn´t reject him anymore. Her shivering hands touched his hair and his hair moved to kiss her passionately. First carefully and then with the strength of their combined force their tongues touched, tried to hold and seduce each other. 

Stan tasted her mouth, touched her teeth and his whole being was in their connection. He lowered himself more to be able to kiss her better and let his left hand slip on her stomach. All muscles tensed and she broke the kiss to gasp for air.

She was completely out of her mind because of all of the adrenaline racing through her body. First the thing on the wall, then the fight and now this here… But also Stan had finally lost the control over himself. He completely leaned over Anna and pressed his hand strongly on her body, so that she moved under his touch. His teeth came dangerously close to her neck and hoarsely he tried to whisper. “I think we have played enough...”