Mag-log inChapter 2The gym doors open and I step inside. The usual mix of disinfectant and sweat hits me right away. It’s Thursday, three days since my first session with Cole. I’ve been coming every day since, doing circuits on my own, but today is our actual training day. I find him by the squat racks, writing something on a clipboard. When he looks up his face is different…not cold exactly, just more focused, like he’s keeping a little distance that wasn’t there before.“Ready?” he asks, not quite meeting my eyes.I nod and follow him through the workout. His corrections are exact and his hands barely touch me. He taps me on my shoulder to fix my posture, presses me for a few seconds on my lower back to show me the right position. Every contact lasts only as long as it needs to. The easy warmth from the first session is gone. Now it just feels professional. I tell myself that’s normal. He’s a trainer. I was probably reading too much into his kindness because I’ve been lonely.By the time w
Chapter 1I knew something was off the second I got home. Ryan’s car was in the driveway, but the living room was completely dark. The only light was coming from under the guest room door. He’d been sleeping in there for weeks, always with some reason about his back or needing quiet to work late. I stood in the hallway for a second, then knocked lightly and pushed the door open.He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his laptop open and earbuds in. When he saw me he pulled one out and looked up. He already sounded tired.“You’re late.” He said sounding bored.“Traffic was bad,” I replied back. I hesitated, then just said it. “I was thinking maybe we could go out this weekend. Just the two of us. You know somewhere nice.”He closed the laptop slowly and rubbed his face. For a second I thought he might say yes, or at least act like he was thinking about it. Instead he looked at me with this expression I hadn’t seen before, It wasn’t mad, not even annoyed. Just irritated.“Maya, I do
Chapter 8I glance over at the other couple and it’s almost like a mirror of us, the man’s face is buried in the woman’s neck, his hands moving over her while she twists under him. The sight hits me low and hard and I feel a sharp jolt straight between my legs.“Fuck,” I gasp. The word just comes out of me.Alex hears it and he feels it too. He makes a low sound against my mouth that’s rough and approving, then he flips me over with a hard grip on my hip and pulls me up onto my hands and knees. He’s behind me, hands spreading me open. There’s no warm-up, no slow anything. He lines up and drives into me in one hard thrust.The force of it knocks the air right out of my lungs. He sets a punishing pace right away, deep and steady, each thrust rocking my whole body forward. My moans turn into broken cries that fill the room and I can hear the other couple just as clearly, her short gasps, his low grunts and the wet slap of skin. It’s all mixed together, and somehow that makes everything
Chapter 7My breath is still coming in ragged, shallow pants, each one a small victory against the tremors that want to rack my body. The heavy strap-on lies on the floor while Alex is a heap of muscle on the floor laying next to it. his wrists are bound pulling against the iron ring and his back is filled with red handprints and sweat. I can smell him…our sweat, the sharp tang of his release and the sterile scent of the lube. Mira’s voice cuts through the haze, bringing me back. “very mean fucker” She doesn’t move from her post by the door she just steps forward, her heels clicking softly on the polished concrete floor. She stops beside me, her gaze sweeping over my naked body, taking in the marks Alex left and the ones I just gave him. There’s no judgment, only a cool, analytical look, like a scientist observing a successful experiment.“Rest,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. She gestures toward a plush velvet chaise lounge I hadn’t noticed before, tucked into a
Chapter 6He hesitates for only a second before his mouth drops open. I shove the thick head past his teeth, not stopping until I feel the back of his throat. He gags as his whole body convulses, making a choked sound that escapes around the silicone dick. I hold him with my hand fisted in his hair, my hips pressed against his face. I can feel his throat working, trying to accommodate the impossible size. Tears spring to his eyes, tracing clean paths down his cheeks."Take it," I growl, pulling back just enough to let him gasp for air before I slam back in. I set a brutal rhythm, fucking his mouth with no mercy, using his mouth like the cheap hole it is right now. Drool and his own desperate leaking pre-cum drips down his chin and onto his chest. The sounds are filthy, wet, choking sounds that make my own pussy throb in sympathy.After what feels like an eternity, I pull out completely watching as a thick string of saliva connects his swollen, red lips to the tip of the black cock.
Chapter 5The silk beneath me is cool against my overheated skin, It’s a stark contrast to the sticky heat coating my thighs and stomach. Alex’s hands are gentle on my shoulders, his thumbs tracing the lines of muscle that are screaming in protest. His touch is soft on my body. I can smell his clean, familiar scent over the musk of sex and expensive candles that fills the air, The smell clings to my hair, to my skin. I tilt my head back, my neck arching, and meet his gaze. His eyes are dark and endless."Are you okay?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my bones.A laugh claws its way out of my throat, raw and hoarse. "I've never been better," I manage to say, the words feeling true even as my body trembles with a deep, bone-weary ache.Mira, watches us. Her legs are crossed, one stiletto-heeled foot tapping against the plush rug. She doesn't smile. "Good," she says, her voice smooth. "Because the sun will be up soon. And the real fun begins at dawn."She rises fr







