Teaching Him Com Novels & Stories

Because I know that’s not all. "Relax. I'm just going to teach him how to not treat a girl." And then he’s gone.

Pride maybe? He took a breath, “Very well then. Tomorrow morning. The gym downstairs. Seven sharp.” My breath caught, “You’ll teach me?” He gave a single nod. “If you really want to do this, and if you’re serious, then yes. But just know I’m not going to go easy on you. You want to protect yourself, you will have to be able to protect yourself from someone like me. I won’t go easy on you.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips, “I wouldn’t expect you to.”

I made myself clear as he nodded slowly, walking to the single car we stood in front of. He gets in and I stand still, wanting to make sure he leaves there in one piece … who am I kidding? If he’s gonna leave here in pieces it’ll definitely be me doing the honors. He winds down “you know I can also learn it from you too right? I promise to not even remember what her voice sounds like if you teach me.” He somehow shouts that out before they zoomed off. He’s the biggest joker if he thinks I’ll ever do that. He wasn’t born for it and can never be it.

I dеdісаtе mуѕеlf tо thе іmрrоmрtu lesson hе’ѕ tеасhіng. Thе little guу is super рrоud of hіmѕеlf. Hе саn’t wаіt to show mе whаt hе knоwѕ аbоut сhеmісаl rеасtіоnѕ. It’ѕ thе сutеѕt thіng, watching him push оut hіѕ proud lіttlе chest.

By morning, I could not stand being useless while men I loved and hated made decisions for me. I found Kai in the garage. The space smelled like oil and the metallic tang of exertion. He moved like a machine, striking the heavy bag with a measured force. He didn’t look surprised when I stepped close, hands clenched. “Teach me,” I said. No trembling. No begging. Just the cold, simple truth. He paused mid-strike and looked at me properly for the first time that morning. “Teach you what?” “How to hit. How to stand. How to stop feeling small.” It came out rough, but it landed. He wiped his palms on a towel and stepped over, hands uncurling the tape from around his knuckles.

Then he moved to teach. He began with touch, not with feeding straight away. His palms traveled slow, cataloguing: along collarbone, under breast, down to the hip. He showed her how to breathe into the feeling rather than let it swallow her. When her breath hitched too quick, he pressed there—light, firm—and guided her back into control. The lesson was cruel and kind at once. He let her feel the edge of want and then drew her to shore.

Arka put the back of his hand directly on his forehead, making Naya and almost all of his students stare in surprise at their teacher's actions. "Sir, what are you doing?" "It's not hot, what's wrong with you? Is there a problem?" "No sir." "I think you have a problem. Because I have officially become your homeroom teacher, you are one of my responsibilities. After the second break, meet me in the room. I think you need counseling because of your problem." "What? Y-you're my homeroom teacher?" "You were so busy daydreaming that you didn't hear what I just announced. So come to my room later."

And yet, every day at the same time, he was there. And so was I. He showed me how to adjust the machines properly. How to position my feet. How to breathe. Yes, you heard right. Apparently, ypur breathing was so much important when working out. Bitch, I just wanted to grow my muscles, why do I have to control how I breathe in and out or whatever. “Slow,” he would say quietly behind me. “You’re rushing.” His hand would hover near my waist sometimes. Never touching. Just there.

I stared at him, “You're a terrible liar.” “I am not!” he protested, then caught himself. “I mean, I'm not lying. Just… simplifying.” “By saying nothing at all?” I wrote again. “Exactly. Very efficient communication method.” Despite everything, I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling. “Is this how you teach your classes? 'Today we'll learn about combat, but it's complicated, so just trust me'?" Immediately he read it and laughed. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?”

She made odd choking noises before the door slammed shut. I heard her blow out a breath. "Just a little longer. Just a little longer. They're on their way. They already know where you are, girl. Keep it together." She sobbed out a breath that practically killed me. "They're going to teach me all kinds of stuff. Sex. How to swim in a pool. How to make ice cream. They'll teach me all about their cocks. They'll let me touch them and maybe even put one in my mouth. They'll teach me how to do the dishes and clean an already clean apartment. Oh, and Tove. Tove can teach me computers. Thane can teach me all about business things. And Grumpy." Her voice faltered. "Grumpy can teach me to live in the