Page 40 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

Dominic grinned and slid his hands down Austin’s arms, pretending he was readjusting to help him lift. He squeezed Austin’s forearms, listening to him gasp.

The dumbbells stilled.

“Come on,” Austin said, arms shaking under their weight. “You seriously aren’t going to call it? I’ve done a million reps.”

“Aw,” Dominic said. “You tired?”

“Yes! I’m not even supposed to be lifting to failure; it’s meant to be a light day!”

“Poor puppy,” Dominic said. He pressed closer, letting Austin feel the pressure of him all down his back. His cock was half-hard, had been half-hard almost this whole time, and Austin’s breath hitched as Dominic rubbed it into the small of his back.

“Five more reps,” Dominic murmured. “And I’ll let you suck my cock.”

Austin let out a disbelieving laugh, his fingers tightening around the dumbbells. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Dominic rocked against him, dragging his growing erection against Austin’s spine. “You gonna do what you’re told, puppy? Gonna be good for me?”

Austin shivered against him. He pushed the dumbbells up over his head, his muscles straining with effort.

“Good,” Dominic said. “That’s one.”

Austin heaved them up again. Then again. Slow and steady, though Dominic knew it was because he wasn’t capable of anything else at this point, and not because he cared about proper form. In his defense, Dominic had worked him hard. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to get Austin to this point, sore and aching and genuinely unsure he could finish it, and then watch him do it because Domnic told him to.

Austin pushed the dumbbells up again.

“One more to go,” Dominic coaxed. He ground against Austin’s back. “Come on, puppy. You can do it.”

Austin grunted. Sweat streamed down his face, his teeth gritting as he pushed the dumbbells up. His arms shook, his fingers white around the handles. His arms straightened, the dumbbells high over his head.

“Now back down,” Dominic said, rubbing his lips against Austin’s short hair. “Slow and steady.”

Austin grunted something that sounded a lot like fuck you. He started to lower the dumbbells back down, trembling with effort. Dominic waited for him to let them fall the rest of the way, but Austin lowered them slow and steady, just like Dominic told him. Then he reached the bottom of his press and dropped them to the ground. They were heavy enough that they barely bounced on the concrete, only rocking back and forth a moment before stilling.

Austin turned to him, chest heaving. “You’re a tyrant. You know that? I’m going to be sore for days.”

“Good. As long as it’s the right kind of sore.” Dominic ran his hands down Austin’s arms, feeling the sweat gather under his fingers. Waiting. Sure enough, Austin started to squirm right on cue.

Dominic thought about pushing him to his knees. He went with coy instead, raising his brows.

“What?”

Austin bit his lip. “You said something about a reward?”

CHAPTER 13

The concrete floor was shit on his knees, but Austin couldn’t bring himself to care. Not with Dominic rubbing himself through his sweatpants like that, teasing him like always.

Austin groaned, half-frustration, half-horniness. Dominic had already denied him in his bedroom this morning. He couldn’t do it again.

“You promised,” Austin said. “Quit dragging it out and⁠—”

“Drag it out?” Dominic smirked at his own pun, squeezing his hard cock through his sweatpants. “I have to say, I’ll be glad to get these off. They’re pretty tight.”

He teased his thumb against the tight band of his sweatpants. Austin had never felt so small before Dominic came into his life. He made Austin’s clothes look tiny, the fabric stretching almost to bursting.

“Then take them off,” Austin said.

“Demanding,” Dominic murmured. He trailed his hand down over his bulge, rubbing gently along the tip.