Arrrrrrrr.... nold!

~Dorla

Two days after that reckless kiss in the hotel room, it was time for training. My dad already left for the meeting he told me about.

I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, keeping my face bare since we were still inside the house. No makeup, it would only melt off once I started sweating.

I wore a tight black sports bra that pushed my breasts up and left my midriff completely exposed, paired with tiny grey workout shorts that barely covered the curve of my ass.

The outfit hugged every inch of my body like a second skin, simple but dangerously revealing.

When I walked into the gym wing, it was empty except for Arnold. He was setting up the equipment, back muscles flexing under his black tank top. The moment he noticed me, he straightened up.

“You’re here, principessa,” he said, voice low and rough. The Italian endearment rolled off his tongue like sin.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks but quickly pushed it away.

He looked me up and down slowly, jaw tightening. “Why the hell are you dressed like this? We’re here to train, not strip at a fucking club.”

I smirked, trying to play it cool. “What? Too hot for you?”

We both smiled, a dangerous, charged little moment before we started. The training quickly turned seductive.

Arnold corrected my form on the squat rack, his large hands gripping my waist from behind. Every time I lowered, his body pressed closer. During the next set, his palm accidentally brushed the underside of my breast as he adjusted my posture. I shivered.

He moved me to the mat for core work. While I did planks, he knelt beside me, one hand on my lower back, the other dangerously close to my ass. His touch lingered longer than necessary.

I was already breathing hard and it wasn’t just from the workout.

Arnold stood up suddenly, running a hand through his hair. His control was visibly cracking.

“Dorla… we need to stop. Maybe you can ask your dad to switch bodyguard for you or something.” he muttered.

I rose to my feet, chest heaving, sweat shining on my skin.

“Why did it have to be you?” I whispered, stepping closer. “I decided to stay away from you after that kiss. I swore I wouldn’t touch you again… and now my father has you chained to me 24/7.”

His dark eyes burned into mine. “You think this is easy for me? I’m supposed to protect you, not crave you. I’ve been losing my mind walking around wanting the one girl I’m forbidden to touch.”

I looked up at him, heart racing. “Then stop protecting me… and just fuck me already.”

The words barely left my mouth before Arnold snapped.

He grabbed me, slamming my back against the mirrored wall with raw force. His mouth crashed down on mine in a brutal, hungry kiss.

One hand gripped my waist hard while the other tangled in my ponytail, tilting my head exactly how he wanted.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, princess,” he growled against my lips. “You can’t survive me.”

“I know,” I moaned, “but I can’t survive having you walk around here every day, looking at me like you want to ruin me and then holding back.”

That was all it took.

Arnold ripped my sports bra down in one rough motion, exposing my breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his big hand kneaded the other.

I cried out, arching into him. He yanked my tiny shorts down my legs, fingers immediately sliding between my thighs.

“Fuck… you’re soaked,” he groaned, pushing two thick fingers inside me, curling them perfectly.

How the hell am I supposed to be working out with a hottie like him without getting soaked?

He lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist as he freed his thick, heavy cock. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me.

“Oh geez, Arnold!” I screamed, nails digging into his shoulders.

He fucked me hard against the wall, deep and relentless, each stroke claiming me completely. “This is what you wanted?” he rasped, voice dark. “My cock stretching this tight little pussy your father thinks no one can touch?”

“Yes… fuck, yes, give it to me, Daddy,” I moaned shamelessly, lost in the pleasure.

He carried me to the weight bench, laid me down, and drove into me even harder, one hand choking my throat lightly while the other pinned my hip.

My loud, needy moans filled the gym as he fucked me like a man who had been starving for years.

“You’re mine now,” he growled, pounding deeper. “Even if it gets me killed.”

The orgasm hit me like a wave. I came hard around him, crying out his name. Arnold pulled out at the last second, stroking himself until he spilled hot across my stomach and breasts with a guttural groan.

For a moment, the only sound was our heavy breathing. Then reality crashed back.

“Fuck… what have I done?” he muttered, still holding me close, forehead pressed to mine.

I smiled through the aftershocks, fingers tracing his jaw.

“I don’t regret it,” I whispered.

I was still catching my breath when reality hit me. I looked around the gym, chest heaving. “What the fuck is this place? Isn’t the CCTV on?”

Arnold wiped sweat from his brow, his massive frame still towering over me. “The other bodyguards went out for a break. The CCTV control guy is with them. Right now… I’m in charge of everything.” He paused, eyes dark. “I turned it off.”

A slow smile spread across my lips. “You turned it off? You knew something like this would happen, didn’t you?”

He avoided my eyes for a second, jaw tight, clearly not wanting to admit it.

I blushed anyway, still buzzing from the high. “I liked that,” I whispered. “It was rough… but I enjoyed every second.”

Arnold’s gaze returned to me, dangerous. “That was me being easy on you, princess.”

I frowned playfully, then licked my fingers slowly, tasting the mix of us. I traced them down his sweaty muscular chest, my voice turning seductive. “Then show me your true colors.”

He let out a low, warning chuckle. “Your father might come home to meet you unconscious.”

“I don’t care,” I shot back, eyes locked on his. “Fuck me properly now… or I’ll scream and tell him you slapped me.”

Arnold’s lips curved into a dark smirk. “You’re coercing me now?”

“C’mon…” I breathed.

He stood up in one fluid motion, grabbed my thighs, and yanked me toward the edge of the mat. Without warning, he dropped to his knees, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between my thighs.

His tongue was merciless, licking, sucking, devouring my pussy like a starving man. He sucked my clit hard, flicked it fast, then pushed his tongue deep inside me, groaning against my wetness.

I moaned loudly, hips bucking, fingers gripping his thick hair as he ate me like he owned me.

Before I could come again, he pulled away, flipped me onto my stomach, and grabbed a clean towel from the rack. He wadded it up and shoved it into my mouth.

“Stay quiet,” he growled.

He fisted my ponytail, yanked my head back, and pressed the thick head of his cock against my tight ass. In one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside me.

I screamed into the cloth, eyes watering from the stretch and the raw intensity. He fucked my ass fast and merciless, hard, deep strokes that left me shaking.

The towel eventually fell from my mouth as my screams grew louder, echoing through the empty gym.

“Fuck, Arnold! Oh my god….”

He didn’t slow down. His grip on my hips was bruising as he pounded into me without mercy.

With a guttural groan, he slammed in one final time and shot his hot load deep inside my ass, filling me completely.

My body gave out. I collapsed helplessly onto the gym floor, trembling, cum leaking down my thighs, completely wrecked.

Damn.