"Can you at least apologize to my door?" He asked with a smirk pulling at his lip.
That sentence brought me back to reality, I was way to vulnerable a couple seconds ago. I fixed my posture and crossed my arms over each other with my chin held high. 
"Sorry, wait not to the door but to you for hitting your door." I stutter, awkwardly. My face scrunched up from the words that just left my mouth, why did I say that? Why did I even apologize? it's a door for crying out loud.
"I was kidding, it's just a door." Kaz laughed, he walks over to one of the lifting chairs where his protein shake was at. 
I nod my head before pulling my sleeves over my hands and walking more in to his gym, I ran my fingers over the punching bag. A punching bag has me thinking, maybe if I knew some self defense I could protect myself from my dad. 
"Ever punch anything before, darling?" He asked.
I turn around to look at him, he's leaned back against the chair with his cup against his lips and his eyes heavily looking me up and down. Shivers crawled up my back when his eyes finally landed on mine.
"No, I never needed to." I lied straight pass my teeth.
"My son hasn't taken you to any self defense classes?" He shakes his head while slipping his boxing gloves off, he kept his eyes on me the entire time.
"No, he hasn't." I responded.
"He's a damn fool sometimes, if you were mine I'd make sure you knew how to fight back." He mumbles, that made even more butterflies fly around inside my stomach.
I decided to add even more fuel to the fire, something inside of me wanted to see just how much I could tease him before he eventually cracks.
"But I'm not yours, right?" I said with a hint of innocence to my voice, I'm anything but innocent.
He clears his throat with a soft humming sound coming from his mouth, he changed the subject back to the self defense topic. "A pretty girl like you should know how to defend yourself." He says, my heart picked up pace when he surprisingly got closer.
He grabbed my hand in his, the comparison between our hands was way different. Mine were small, delicate and his were massive, veiny and rough.
"I don't think it's the right time to learn." I tried brushing off the tight tension.
He didn't listen but instead proceeded with putting his gloves on my hands, once both of them were strapped in he placed me directly in front of the punching bag. I could feel him right behind me, his huge bulge touched my lower back revealing just how much tension he has with me. He gently grabbed both my arms and position them up a little, he bent my fingers making my hands into fist.
His hand then touched my stomach, he held his hand there causing me to turn my head slightly to the right just to look at him. This was making me nervous and I am never nervous around men, scared? Yes but never nervous.
"Tighten your stomach for a better punch." He whispers inside my ear, that made my pussy throb and my legs tried there best to shut but his hand created a barricade between them. "You need to keep your legs apart, darling."
Holy moly 
My legs slowly separated, my breath got caught in the back of my throat as my eyes shifted away from his and back on the bag. My fist slammed hard against the punching bag, a rush of adrenaline shocked through my body. My hair fell right over my shoulder covering the corner of my face from the impact of my punch, his fingers gently brushed my hair back over my shoulder.