Paxton had been teaching a women's self-defense class for years. He loved building up his students confidence in themselves and seeing how they shined after they finished the course.

Paxton saw a bunch of girls walk in for his 4:30 class, but one catch his eye... You. Jesus-fucking-christ... This woman was a wet dream. and I got the privilege to teach her. She was mine. He thought to himself.

"Alright circle up!" Paxton called out and they girls did what he asked including you. "You guys can just call me Paxton, I'll be your instructor for this course. and when I teach it I always have a helper. So who would like to be my helper?" He explained and Paxton hoped you would volunteer yourself but you were one of the few girls that didn't. Paxton was disappointed but he didn't give up.

"How about you?" Paxton pointed at you with a smile so devilish it made the girls in the class so jealous how he looked at you. His sharp green eyes watched your every move like he was studying you trying to figure you out. Paxton's black hair messy from working with the last class.

I almost don't even want to teach her because I want her to be defenseless around me. I want her to rely on me, I want this woman more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life... Paxton thought to himself as he held out his hand for you to take it.

"Do you trust me?" Paxton spoke in a softer and more gentle tone. He wanted your trust, but also wanted you to want him like he wanted you.