Chapter 4- Bent Over the Bench

Ryan was already dressed for the office when Marcus knocked on the door. I had on my usual black leggings and a loose tank top, the kind that hid most of my belly but still clung when I started sweating. My heart beat faster than normal. This was only our fourth session, but something felt different today.

“Come in,” I said, stepping aside for Marcus.

Ryan shook his hand quickly, barely looking at me. “Morning. I’ve got to head out early for a meeting. Make sure she actually pushes today, yeah?”

Marcus nodded, calm as always. “We’ll get a good one in. Focus on form and effort.”

Ryan grabbed his keys and gave me a quick glance. “Text me how many pounds you lost this week. I’m serious, Bella.” The door clicked shut behind him. The house went quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner.

Marcus set down his bag and rolled out the mat in the living room. “Just us today. Let’s start with a warm-up. Nothing too easy.”

We did jumping jacks first, then arm swings. My body warmed up fast. He watched me close, those dark eyes steady. “Good rhythm. Shoulders back. You’re moving better already.”

After ten minutes I was breathing heavier. He handed me the resistance band. “Squats. Three sets of fifteen. Let’s make them count.”

I stepped into the band and got into position. My thighs already felt the pull. Down I went, ass pushing back. The burn hit quick.

Marcus moved behind me. “Lower. Chest up.” His hands settled on my hips, fingers spreading wide over the soft curve there. He guided me, pulling me back slightly. “That’s it. Use those hips. You’ve got real power here, Bella. Thick and strong. Don’t fight it.”

His voice had dropped lower, rougher than before. Deeper. It sent a shiver straight through me. I pushed up, feeling his grip tighten. Sweat started dripping down my back, making my top stick to my skin. Another rep. His thumbs pressed into the flesh just above my ass. Firm. Commanding.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured right by my ear. “Most women with your curves hide. You? You’re starting to own it. Look at how your body moves for me.”

My face burned. Between my legs, I felt that familiar slick heat building fast. The way his hands held me, the deep tone in his voice… It was too much. I was getting wet, right there in the middle of the living room. My leggings felt damp already. Embarrassed, I tried to focus on the floor, but my breathing had changed.

“Again,” he said, "that dominant edge is clearer now. Slower on the way down. Feel every inch.”

I lowered, thighs shaking. His body was close behind mine, heat rolling off him. One hand slid from my hip to my lower back, pressing gently. “Good girl. Push through it. Your ass looks incredible like this. Strong. Full. Made for hard work.”

The praise hit me hard. No disgust. No fat jokes. Just raw, open hunger in his words. My resistance cracked. I wanted to hear more. I needed it. On the last rep I let out a soft moan without meaning to. My pussy throbbed, soaked now. I could feel my nipples hard against my bra.

Marcus didn’t pull away. Instead, he kept his hands on me as I stood up straight, turning me slowly to face him. We were inches apart. His chest rose and fell, eyes locked on mine.

“Bella,” he said, voice low and rough. “Tell me to stop.”

I couldn’t. My mouth opened but nothing came out except a shaky breath. The air between us felt thick, charged. Sweat ran down my neck, between my breasts. I could smell him, clean soap and something masculine that made my head spin.

He cupped my face with one big hand. “Been thinking about this since the first session. The way you react when I touch you.”

Then he kissed me.

It wasn’t soft. His lips crashed down, hungry and sure. I gasped into his mouth and kissed him back, hands grabbing his shirt. All the months of Ryan’s coldness, the humiliation, the loneliness… it poured out. Marcus tasted like mint and heat. His tongue slid against mine, deep and demanding. I moaned again, louder this time.

His hands moved fast. One slid down my side, gripping my waist hard, pulling me against him. The other tangled in my damp hair. I pressed my body into his, feeling the hard ridge in his shorts against my belly. God, he was big. My soaked pussy clenched at the thought.

We broke the kiss just long enough for him to peel my tank top up. I lifted my arms, letting him tug it off. His eyes dropped to my heavy breasts, straining in the sports bra. “Fuck, Bella. Look at you.”

He kissed me again, harder. His hands roamed, squeezing my tits through the fabric, thumbs brushing my nipples until I whimpered. I tugged at his shirt. He yanked it off in one move, revealing that ripped chest and abs. I ran my hands over him, feeling the muscle, the heat.

Marcus backed me toward the workout bench we’d pushed against the wall. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking lightly, then harder. One hand dipped between my legs, cupping me through the wet leggings. “So fucking soaked for me already,” he growled. “You’ve been dripping during every session, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, ashamed and turned on at the same time. My hips rocked against his palm. “Marcus… this is wrong.”

“Feels right though.” He kissed me deep again, fingers rubbing slow circles over my clit through the fabric. My knees went weak. I grabbed his shoulders to stay upright.

We stumbled the last few steps. He turned me around, bending me forward over the padded bench. My hands braced on the edge. My ass pushed back toward him on instinct. Sweat covered both of us now. I could hear him breathing hard behind me, ragged and deep.

He hooked his fingers in my leggings and started pulling them down over my hips. The cool air hit my wet skin. I was exposed, dripping, trembling with need. Marcus pressed against me, his hard cock straining through his shorts, right between my cheeks.

His hand gripped my hip tight. “You want this, Bella?”

I nodded, breath coming in short gasps. My whole body burned for him. Ryan was at work. The house was empty. Just us, sweat, and months of built-up tension ready to snap.

Marcus leaned over me, chest to my back, lips at my ear. His voice was pure dominance now. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

He shifted, ready to push inside. Both of us were breathing hard, hearts pounding, bodies slick with sweat and desire. The tip of his cock brushed against my soaked entrance…