The Gym

[JmeBlk001]

The gym is quiet.

Not many people come in at 9 pm, but something feels different tonight. A spark buzzes under your skin. Anticipation.

You’ve been teased and edged by him all day. Every message, every photo, every thought pushing you closer. Finally, your schedules lined up. Finally, you’re going to meet.

You sit on the incline press, headphones in, pretending to focus. But your body betrays you. There’s a deep, aching throb between your legs.

You shift slightly. Look up.

Jamie.

He’s by the dumbbells, warming up those wide, cut shoulders with lateral raises. One of his defining features. You try not to stare… but you already know what his words can do. Now your mind runs wild with what his hands are capable of.

“Fuck…”

You feel it again. Wet.

You ditched your panties hours ago. Not much point in soaking through another pair.

He sets the dumbbells down.
Eyes meet.
He smirks.
That knowing look. That danger.

You already know this is going to be trouble… and you want every second of it.

You stand from the press, checking the mirror. That baby blue top, just revealing enough. Open back, with straps running horizontally at different angles. Jet black yoga pants. The top highlights your ice blue eyes; and the pants, a perfect match to your jet black hair.

Walking across the gym, Jamie checks you out. His not-so-subtle grin and glance… looking like he wants to devour you.

Eyes lock. You walk close, barely grazing, flirting with your eyes. He smells good. His muscle shirt shows off just a hint of a chest tattoo.

As you walk to the squat rack, he stands and follows. Suddenly realizing how empty the gym is, your heart rate increases. It isn’t from the exercise. It’s how a deer feels as the wolf is circling. Like prey. ***… Desired.

Jamie approaches behind you. Your eyes lock in the mirror.

“Lily…” his voice deep, slow, and dangerous. “Need a spot? Or are you looking for someone to push you out of your comfort zone?”

“He knows exactly how to get me going,” you think as Jamie slowly moves to the side of the rack.

He comes closer and whispers, “You look like you can squat, but there is always room for improvement. Let’s warm those legs up so they can wrap around me later.” His hand moves to your lower back, pressing into your lower spine. Tingles shoot up your spine, and down to your clit with the first touch.

“Oh…” you moan. Your lips betray what you are trying to resist.

Jamie loads the bar with two 25 lb plates. “Go ahead and do a warm-up, baby girl.” He grins as he looks into your hazel eyes. His hand grips your hip bone firm and steady, then slides slowly to your stomach.

From the very first look, you knew this man saw you… your desires… saw through you. You knew he didn’t just want your body… he wanted to feel and look into your very soul.

“After we get sweaty… I hear the showers are quite large. It would be such a waste of water running two when one can provide plenty of heat for us both,” Jamie growls in your ear before bringing the bar off the rack.

Your legs tremble… and it’s not from the weight…

“Or… perhaps I strap your wrists to the squat rack and show you what my hands can do as you watch in the mirror…”

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As you drop into the squat, Jamie’s hand grips your hip… steady, possessive.

His other slides to your stomach, fingers pressing just above your waistband.
He pulls you into him—slow, deliberate.
Your ass grazes back and feels it… thick, hard, growing against you.

“Mmm… you feel that?” he whispers, lips barely brushing your ear.
“That’s what happens when you tempt me in tight pants with no panties.”

You pause at the bottom of the squat… legs trembling, not from the weight.
Jamie steps closer. His hand trails from your stomach to your waistband.

“Rack it.”
His voice changes. Deeper. Commanding.
You obey.
The bar clicks into place.
And then you feel it—his hands sliding up your arms, grabbing your wrists.

Click.
The sound of velcro and nylon.
You gasp as he straps your wrists to the top of the squat rack.

“You wanted to be used, didn’t you?”

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His voice is low. Hungry.

“You wanted to know what it felt like to be watched… while your legs give out from pleasure.”

Jamie steps behind you, dragging his fingertips slowly between your thighs… teasing the heat soaked into your leggings.
He presses up… splitting your lips through the fabric… making slow, deliberate circles over your pulsing clit.

You try to stay quiet.
You fail.
A soft groan escapes… betrayed by your own need.

Jamie’s deep brown eyes lock on yours in the mirror as his hardening shaft presses against your ass through his shorts.

He lifts your chin…
“Watch, baby girl…” he growls into your ear.

His hand grips a fistful of your hair, pulling your head to the side… exposing the sensitive skin of your neck.
Your pulse pounds.
Your breath stutters.
Every nerve lights up as his body radiates heat behind you.

The wolf is hunting… and you’ve already been caught.

His scent mixes with his breath… hot, intoxicating… until it floods your senses. You’re soaked. Dripping. Addicted.
And he hasn’t even kissed you yet.

He moves like he owns you.
Like the predator already claimed his prey… and it’s only a matter of time before he devours every inch.

Then…
His lips touch your neck.

Fire.

Between the mouth on your skin and his fingers circling your clit… your legs start to shake.

“Mmmm… there’s my good girl.”

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A moan escapes your lips.
Your hands tighten against the restraints.

“That’s it, darling…”
His words are velvet in your ear.

His finger drags up from your clit, tracing over your black yoga pants, then along your toned stomach.
He pauses at the waistband… teasing.
Then slips beneath.

The grip on your hair releases…
His hand glides to your bare shoulder, then wraps slowly around the front of your throat.
You tense. Freeze.

“Relax, baby girl…”
His voice calm. His hand firm but gentle.

The other hand wanders lower under your waistband…
Finding the soft curve of your mound.
His middle finger dips between your lips… sliding through your tender flesh.
You feel his cock—hard, thick—pressing against your ass.

Instinctively, you push back… grinding into him.
“Mmmhmm… someone’s enjoying themselves.”

His fingers sink deeper into your wet heat…
Finding your tight entrance.
One finger curls inside, dragging slow across the ridges of your g-spot.
The pressure around your throat tightens just enough as you groan out loud.

“I bet you taste amazing…”
He withdraws his finger… and brings it to his mouth.
Tasting you.
Eyes still locked on yours in the mirror.

Then…
His hand returns.
Fingers plunge back inside… easily curling against the exact spot that makes you tremble.

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Your breath catches as his fingers curl again, hitting that same devastating spot inside you. Over and over. The pressure builds like lightning behind your eyes. Your thighs clench, trying to hold it off… but it’s no use.

Jamie’s hand tightens on your throat, just enough to still you and make you straighten your back.
“You don’t come,” he growls. “Not until I say.”

Your moan dies in your throat as your body screams for release.

His lips brush the shell of your ear.
“If your legs give out now… I’ll bend you over that bench and leave you dripping for the next hour.”

Your breath hitches. He smirks.

Slowly, agonizingly, his fingers retreat from your soaked pussy. You whimper, desperate, empty. Your muscles quiver from the restraint.

Then, without a word, he unstraps your wrists.

“Turn around. Hands on the bar.”

You obey, dazed. He grabs your chin and kisses you for the first time… hard, consuming, brutal. The kind of kiss that pulls your soul from your chest. Tongue, teeth, breathless need. The kind of kiss that erases thought. The kind that claims you.

“You’re mine now.”

Jamie steps back, eyes dark and possessive, and gestures toward the bench.

“On your back. Legs wide. Show me how bad you need it.”

You move slowly, deliberately, body flushed and still twitching. As you lie back on the bench, he grabs your thighs, pulling you down so your ass hangs just off the edge.

He doesn’t wait. His hands pull your skin-tight pants down to your ankles. His lips kiss your inner thighs…
“First, baby…” He pulls the straps off the rack and ties your wrists to the bench press bar.

Your outstretched body, fit and firm, flexes against the restraints.

Jamie stands between your legs, bending over you. He leans in, kisses your neck. Soft lips tease your skin… his lips move down… down your chest.
“You’ve been teasing me. All those pictures, that blue bikini…”

Lips move down your chest… the curve of your breast. Jamie’s fingers pull your top down, exposing your hard nipples. His mouth immediately pulls one between his lips.

One thrust of his middle and ring finger—deep, unrelenting inside, curling up to the sensitive ridges.

Releasing your nipple, he moves next to your ear and whispers…
“If you cum, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to leave you here an edged, soaked mess. Don’t cum, darling.”

A warning mixed with a promise. He is dangerous and she knew it. All the writing… all the texting back and forth. He wasn’t exaggerating…

As his fingers curl against your g-spot, you cry out, hips jerking. He groans against your neck as your juices pour out of your lips.

You need to climax…
“If he edges me again… I’m going to break,” you think as he ***s every nerve.

“That’s it, baby girl… I can feel how fucking wet you are.”

He finally drops between your legs. Kissing, sucking your inner thigh, slowly moving toward your dripping slit.

His movements stop… except for his lips. The fingers inside you holding pressure, but not moving, driving you mad.

“Oh my god, please… Please…” You cry, aching for release.

This asshole grins. He has you exactly where he wants you. He knows you are breaking… that devastating grin.

He kisses swiftly up your leg… your vulva is swollen and soaked from the fingers penetrating your body. A soft velvet tongue drags along soaked lips. As he looks up, your eyes lock.

“You are delicious, darling.” His tongue drags from the bottom entrance to your pulsing clit. Lips lock as pressure builds.

Suddenly your hands grip the restraints, your body locks up, hips raising off the bench as you fight the climax. He hasn’t given permission…

“Cum, baby girl… Be a good girl and cum for me…”

It hits like a fucking storm… blinding, hot, primal. Your thighs clamp around his head, back arching off the bench as the orgasm rips through you. You scream his name. Raw. Unfiltered.

Jamie doesn’t stop.

His tongue circles your clit with ruthless precision. Fingers still curled inside, fucking you through it. Extending it. Intensifying it. His mouth devours you like he’s starving… like you’re his.

When your body finally collapses back onto the bench, trembling and spent, he rises slowly.

His eyes… dark, wicked, full of promise.

“I told you I’d wreck you.”

He strips his shirt off, slow, letting you take him in.

“Now…” He slides his shorts down, thick and dripping with anticipation.
“Time to fuck you like you asked for.”

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