PLEASE DON'T STOP (steamiest short stories)

er than before. I gritted my teeth and tried to dig deep, pushing myself harder than I thought possible. I was due to compete in a few short weeks, and I knew that my stepdad was far more concerne

He would make comments about the things I was wearing – giving backhanded compliments and suchlike, so that I felt confused and uncomfortable. But it also kind of excited me, in a strange way. It made me feel special, like I was more than just his kickboxing stepdaughter. In some ways he had started treating me more like a person, and I enjoyed that part. But it was a double edged sword. His newfound interest in me bordered on obsession. He wanted to know where I was at every waking moment, who I was with and what time I would be home. He would always make the excuse that he needed to make sure I would be home in time for training, or something else remotely related to kickboxing. In truth, he was just controlling. And this was never more apparent than when he was shouting in my face, desperately trying to force me to push my body harder. "Move it!" He growled, "stop being so goddamned WEAK!" His words cut through me and sent me over the edge. My anger erupted, and overflowed – at that moment I saw red. I snapped my gaze away from the punch bag and glared at my stepdad. "Weak?" I shouted, feeling as though I was about to explode, "does this feel weak to you?" I stepped forwards and dropped into an uppercut, sinking it into his gut with such a force that I could literally hear the air being forced from his lungs. All my power and aggression had gone into the punch, and I watched him drop to the floor just a second later, gasping for air. I felt an overwhelming excitement, coupled with an odd sense of fear as I watched him clutching his torso and rolling on the floor. I had crossed a line, and I knew it – but it had been totally worth it. I had finally stood up for myself, and proved to him that I wouldn't be bullied any longer. I turned on my heel and marched out of the gym, making my way towards the showers. I didn't want to be around for when my stepdad caught his breath. I knew that I would probably feel his wrath at some point an