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He reaches for the pull-up bar, his body moving in one swift motion up, then back down, over and over again. I can guarantee that even if I jumped, I couldn’t reach the bar, let alone pull myself up even an inch. I watch the muscles of his upper back and shoulders ripple with the movement, but his shirt blocks most of it.
“Take your shirt off.”
I don’t know what possesses me to say it, but the words are out of my mouth before I realize it. I pray that he didn’t hear it over the whirring of the treadmill and the pounding of the music, but he dismounts from the bar, reaching over his head to grab the shirt and pull it off, tossing it to the ground.
That electric current shoots straight down my body again, right to my inner thighs. He turns to face me, this time keeping his arms extended long as he hangs from the bar as his legs swing from side to side in a very slow and controlled motion like a windshield wiper. The muscles on his ribs flex, popping out. This man looks unreal and all I want to do right now is crawl to him and beg him to let me finish what I started earlier today.
He moves through his workout as I continue to run and walk. I finish my last running effort, slowing the treadmill down to a leisurely pace as I daydream. Imagining what it would be like to actually feel him on me… wondering if it will ever go that far between us. In the back of the car earlier, I had wanted him to kiss me. I thought he was going to, but he didn’t. In fact, I’ve been wanting him to since the moment I met him. I thought he would the night of the gala as well; his lips felt like they were less than a centimeter from mine that night.
I’m lost in thought when I realize he’s staring at me, walking toward me like a lion stalking its prey. His pupils are dilated, his shorts slung low on his hips as he runs his hands through his hair. He steps up on the edges of the treadmill belt behind me, reaching around to turn it off.
My pace slows, finally coming to a stop just as he steps onto the belt. My back hits his chest as his hands slide over my hips, his lips featherlight against my neck. My eyes flutter closed, and my head lulls to the left to give him better access.
He doesn’t speak as he drags his tongue slowly up my neck, swirling the tip of his tongue around my earlobe. I can feel him hard against my ass as he grips my hips and pulls me back against him, a low growl emanating from his chest.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl today, haven’t you?”
I’m already ready to come undone. If he asked me to beg him for release, I wouldn’t think twice.
“Haven’t you?” he says again, this time spinning me around to look at him.
“Yes.”
He leans in, his large hand sliding up the front of me, my chest, my throat till he wraps his fingers around my jaw. This is it; he’s finally going to kiss me. He drags his nose up my neck again, then he reaches his free hand up to slowly drag my bra strap down my arm.
He looks down, watching his movements. He pulls my bra down on one side, revealing my breast. He swipes his thumb over my already hardened nipple, causing me to gasp.
His eyes darken, darting up to meet mine before grabbing me under my arms and lifting me to rest against the large display of the treadmill. He uses his hips to anchor me in place as he pulls my bra down, both breasts bouncing free before leaning in to wrap his lips around my nipple.
“Ohhh,” I groan as his tongue teases me, swirling around my nipples between bites and kisses. My entire body is alive, like every nerve ending is firing off at the same time. I squeeze my thighs against his hips, praying for any type of relief.
He drags his tongue up my breast, to my throat, then back to my ear. “Time for your punishment, sweetheart.”
Just hearing that makes me tremble. How is it that in only a matter of days, this man has conditioned me to want to be punished by him. To be ready to fall to my knees and beg him to punish me just so I can get myself off to thoughts of it later.
He pulls me down, spinning me back around and placing my hands on the bar in front of me.
“Don’t move your hands,” he commands as he walks my hips back and presses against my back. “Bend over.”
I obey, my hands holding tight to the bar in front of me, my back flat as he grabs the waistband of my leggings and tugs them down my ass along with my panties in one swift motion.
“Fuck me, you look good.” He runs his hand down my spine and between my ass cheeks as he reaches into his shorts. I watch our reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. His head falls back as he pulls out his cock and begins to stroke himself while he fondles me. It only lasts for a moment though before he’s tucking himself back into his shorts. The disappointment that he isn’t going to have sex with me lingers only briefly before I’m taken by surprise.
Without warning, he cocks his arm back, his hand extended far behind him before bringing it back down right on my ass with a loud smack.
“Ow!” I yelp, my body thrusting forward, my mouth falling open in shock.
“I told you, you’re going to be punished.” He repeats the motion again and again, my ass stinging with the smacks that land on each cheek. Tears prick my eyes at the pain, but I also enjoy it. It’s a new sensation to me, pain mixing with pleasure, and it’s delicious.
“You like that, don’t you?” He runs two fingers down my crack. “Oh yes, you do,” He dips them inside me where I’m drenched. “Maybe there is a naughty girl inside you, begging to come out and play.” He teases my opening, sliding his fingers inside me again before rubbing my clit in a small circle.
“Any man ever tell you your hair makes a great leash?” He grabs my ponytail, slowly wrapping it around his wrist before tugging it back. “Are you sorry you disobeyed me, Presley?”
I want to say yes. I want to be rewarded, but I also want this to linger. I look at him in the mirror, slowly shaking my head. “No,” I say confidently which is instantly met with two more hard smacks, harder than before.
He grabs my throat, pulling me against him. “I’m going to ask you again and this time, I want to remind you…” He slides his hand down the front of me, toying with my clit again as he tightens his grip with his other hand. “How good I can make you feel if you let me.”
“Yes.” The word is practically inaudible as he continues to tease me.
