UNDER HIS COMMAND (II)

Chapter 2

Tessa’s POV

“Mr. Roman, your evening schedule is cleared except for the gym session. I have your protein shake ready and the logs for tracking your lifts.”

I set the cold bottle on the edge of his desk, leaning forward just enough that my new tighter top stretched across my t!ts.

He glanced up, jaw tightening the second his eyes landed on my chest.

The top was thin on purpose, light gray so my n!pples showed if they got hard. And they were already starting to.

“Tessa. This is a professional environment. Dress code still applies even after hours.”

“Yes sir,” I said sweetly, biting the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t smile. “But you did say I needed to be comfortable during the workouts. These are comfortable.”

Roman didn’t answer right away. His eyes lingered on me before dropping briefly to my mouth. His fingers tightened around the glass in his hand, knuckles whitening for a moment.

I started watching Roman more than I should have, noticing things I didn’t notice.

The first few days after that initial gym session had been torture in the best way. I caught myself drawn to that ex-military discipline of his, and the strange urge to see it slip.

He kept everything strictly professional at first, but I started pushing small things.

Tonight I wore the shortest shorts I owned. They shifted up easily to my ass every time I walked.

I was already wet just from walking into the gym and seeing him there, wiping down the bench with a towel, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

“Start the timer,” he barked, voice rough.

“Yes sir.” I bent over the timer on the floor instead of squatting, pushing my ass out toward him. I knew he was looking. I could feel it.

We went through his workout in heavy silence broken only by his grunts and my occasional counts.

Every time he finished a set I was right there handing him water, brushing my fingers against his on purpose.

His hand was so much bigger and rougher than mine. I pictured them gripping my hips while he f*cked me from behind.

“You’re distracted again,” he said during a break, wiping sweat from his face. His eyes dropped to my thighs, then quickly back up. “Tessa, focus.”

“I’m focused, sir. Very focused.” I stepped closer, pretending to check the log sheet. My t!ts nearly brushed his arm. “Just making sure every rep is perfect for you.”

Roman exhaled sharply. He moved away to the next station but I followed, heart pounding. The air between us felt thick.

I liked when he tried to act like nothing was happening.

Halfway through deadlifts he finally snapped at me. “Posture. Fix it.”

I turned around and dropped into position right in front of him, arching my back so my ass pushed out. I knew the shorts had ridden up.

Half my b*tts were probably showing. My p*ssy was soaked, and rubbing against the seam with every little movement.

“Better?” I asked, looking back over my shoulder.

His eyes were locked on my a*s. Dark, hungry, and for a second his hand twitched like he wanted to grab me. Then he caught himself. “Acceptable. Continue.”

I smiled to myself and kept going, making sure to moan softly with effort on the last few reps for him to hear.

I kept shifting without thinking. Every time I moved I felt how wet I was, slick coating my thighs a little. I wished he could feel it and know what he was doing to me.

After the final set I grabbed my water bottle and took a long drink, letting some spill down my chin onto my chest. The fabric turned slightly see-through over my t!ts.

Roman watched the drop slide between my cleavage before he looked away, jaw locked so tight I thought it might crack.

“You’re pushing it tonight, Tessa.”

“Am I, sir?” I tilted my head, all innocent. “I’m just trying to keep up with you and match your energy.”

He didn’t answer. We finished the cooldown in silence but the tension was screaming.

My cl!t was throbbing so bad I wanted to rub myself right there. I kept imagining him slamming me against the mirror, yanking my shorts to the side and filling me with that thick c*ck I felt earlier when he corrected my form.

I bet it was heavy and veiny. The thought alone made me wish I could scream his name.

I didn’t stop, I just kept pushing him. How long could this strict, controlled man last before he snapped and took what he clearly wanted?

The workout ended and I moved to pack up. My water bottle slipped from my hand and rolled under the bench.

I walked over slowly, then bent down to pick it up. Keeping my legs straight, ass high, and back arched. The shorts pulled tight, fabric wedged between my cheeks.

I stayed down there longer than needed, letting him look at everything.

My p*ssy was pulsing, soaked, probably leaving a visible wet spot underneath my p*nties.

I started to straighten up, taking my sweet time.

Roman’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, yanking me before I could stand properly. His grip was strong, and sent shivers through me. My breath caught.

“Stop playing with me.”