My Personal Trainer Novels & Stories

“You didn’t get what I said? Well, whatever… I was just trying to flirt with you.” I cleared my throat. “But actually, are you finding it hard to get on the machine? Because uhmm…” I swallowed hard. “You’re not doing it right.” He sat up straighter, rolling his shoulders back. “Yeah… I actually do need a little assistance. It’s my first time hitting the gym. I really don’t know how any of this shit works. I was even thinking about getting a personal trainer,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, fair enough…but why pay for a personal trainer when I’m right here, baby?”

Thane walked off, and I walked into the bathroom in the same room to clean up. I tried not to think about last night, but everything made me restless and tired. I didn’t know why he was watching. It felt more like stalking, and I hated it. The training grounds were already crowded, and Thane and a few other pack warriors were already there. The cold looks they threw at me when I got out of where I was made me restless. Thane stopped what he was doing with some other men and approached me. “I’m going to be your personal trainer.”

“I want you … all of you. Not just your body. Come back tomorrow. Not as a client. As mine.” I nodded, tears of exhaustion and overwhelming emotion in my eyes. “Yes, Sir… I’m yours.” As I left the gym that night, body sore, holes aching and leaking his cum, ass still tingling from the spanking and fucking, I knew the truth. The personal trainer hadn’t just reshaped my body. He had claimed my mind, my pleasure, and my submission. And I had never felt stronger, or more addicted, in my life.