“Wasn’t playing when I told you I was going to spank, and if I see you not doing your best to do what I tell you, I’m spanking you again.” His voice was deep and serious, causing a shiver to course through Maisy’s body. The smooth cadence of his words elicited a deeply sexual reaction in her, and she wasn’t fighting it this time. Acutely aware of him behind her in a way she had never been before, she lifted herself up and back down, going as high as she could.
“Good girl, that’s how to do it,” she heard him say and was glad he was pleased with her effort.
“Come on, you can do it,” he said as she went for the next lift, and the next, happy every time he complimented her, and listening to his instruction on how she should lift herself. She finished three sets and was going for her fourth when it seemed she could just not lift herself higher.
“Come on, baby girl,” he said, and Maisy suspected he knew just what he was doing to her.
“Come on,” he encouraged again. She could just not lift herself up, till she felt him spank her again, and again, his palms delivering the soft blows to her ass repeatedly till she lifted herself up. And he kept on spanking her till she finished the last two sets, making sure to hit her across the whole expanse of her ass. By the time they were done, Maisy was sure her whole bottom was bright red. When she finished the last set, he placed his hands around her waist to help her down, her wet sweaty body sliding down his hard, chiseled one as she came down, and Maisy knew he had done that on purpose. He kept holding her till she planted her feet firmly on the floor, but even after that, his hands stayed around her waist. Maisy looked into his eyes, knowing clearly what she wanted more than anything right at that moment. She was shocked when she saw her hunger mirrored perfectly in his eyes. They stood like that for a while, not talking, just looking at each other. Then without a word or any warning, their lips clashed as Carter’s hands went down and cupped her ass.
There wasn’t anything soft or gentle about the kiss, and at that moment, Maisy didn’t want gentle. The kiss was an assault on her senses that matched the fire burning in her gut, the heat radiating from the center of her. His lips were hard on hers, the rough ridges waking nerves that had slept for so long she wasn’t even aware they existed. Or maybe she was feeling this way because this kiss was quite unlike any she had ever had.
She reached up, her hands making their way slowly across his sweat-drenched clothes, the hard roughness of his muscles still clearly felt even beneath all that material. She reached his chest, and the broadness of him, the sheer sexiness of those muscles just rippling under her hand had her panties flooded with arousal. She moved closer to him, her breasts pushing against his chest as his mouth continued claiming her lips. Then suddenly, he pushed himself back from her, staring down at her, both breathing hard.
Maisy leaned in once more, unable to bear the absence of his lips on hers. But her motion was stopped by Carter’s hands on her shoulders. She looked at him, wondering why, because she could see he wanted to kiss her. The fire in his eyes was a testament that he was feeling what she was feeling. She moved to kiss him again, but this time he lifted her and moved her till she was standing with her back against the wall, looking up at him, wondering what he was trying to do.
Then he grabbed her hands and lifted them up high above her head till she was almost standing on her tiptoes, his hand easily covering her two wrists. He looked down into her eyes, and then slowly bent down to kiss her. Maisy moaned low in her throat as Carter’s lips claimed hers once more. But this time, there was something different about this kiss. The way he held her hands, the way his lips gave her just enough for her to want him more. That was when Maisy realized he was in total control of this kiss, of her, and even more, she realized she loved the feeling of having no control.
He slipped his hands into her hair and jerked it up, rough enough that Maisy was forced to lift her head and look at him. Then he slipped a finger into her mouth and began to glide it in and out, the move so erotic Maisy didn’t know when she started to suck on it. He reached down and slipped the other hand into her workout bra, his thumb aiming straight for her nipple. There was no gentle flick, no smooth caress. Just a hard tug at the now-sensitive bud as Carter replaced his finger with his tongue, kissing her hard. And that was when Maisy came, hard, and unable to hold back the loud moan that accompanied one of the most earth-shattering orgasms she ever had.
Carter stared at the woman who had her arms wrapped around his shoulders and wondered how he could have lost control so easily. Of course, he had spent so much time fantasizing about just such a thing that when he felt her lips on his, his reaction had been instinctive. Then when he had captured her hands above her head, the moment she realized he was taking control and the way she had acquiesced was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. The way she had wrapped her lips around his finger as he simulated an action he would rather have done with another part of his anatomy. How her eyes had gone at half-mast the moment his fingers had touched her nipple and the way she moaned when she came. It was enough to drive a man insane. He looked down at her, and her eyes met his, the look in them so tempting, so submissive. Yet her chin had a certain stubborn lift to it, as if to say her submission was a gift she was giving of her free will, and if she wanted, she could take it back. He wondered if she was even aware she had such zest, such fire in her nature. Looking down and taking in all he would be getting into if he continued this part, Carter reluctantly stepped away from Maisy, noting the look of hunger and surprise she threw at him.
“I think that’s enough for today.” He tried to act as neutral as possible, trying to go for an unaffected image. But his hoarse voice gave him away and the hungry look in his eyes couldn’t be successfully masked. Whirling around, he quickly headed for the door, praying he didn’t meet anybody between the room and the showers. He was suddenly in desperate need of a shower. A cold shower.
Chapter 11
“Hey, Brittany,” Maisy greeted her friend, happy to finally talk to someone she could tell about what had happened at the gym that day.
“Hey, Maisy; how was your day?”
“Fine, I guess.” Maisy suddenly couldn’t say what she had been dying to tell her all day. Not that she didn’t want to, but she didn’t know how.
“Well, my day would have been fine, too, then I went to the bar and can you believe I had to buy all my drinks myself? Not one single guy flirted with—”
“Carter spanked me today,” Maisy interrupted, figuring her best option was to just come out and say it.
“—me. Wait, what?” Brittany quickly asked, her brain finally processing what Maisy just said. “Carter spanked you? I don’t understand.”
“Well, I was doing pull-ups, you know, and I wasn’t really into it, and he was there just talking to me, and you know, trying to get me to put in more effort. But I refused and then he threatened to spank me if I didn’t do the next set better.”
“He what?” Brittany exclaimed, more in surprise than outrage.
“Yeah, and when I still refused to listen to him, he spanked my ass.” Maisy still sounded surprise at the event.
“I’m guessing from your tone that you actually liked it?”
“Liked it?” Maisy exclaimed. “Brittany, I got wet. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Then we kissed, and, oh my god, can he kiss.”
“Hang on a minute, you kissed?”
“Yeah, and it was great, Brittany. So great I think I’m scared.”
“Is that all you did?” Brittany asked, happy that her friend was having an adventure, but still wary of the danger such a relationship presented for anyone, especially Maisy.
“No, we made out, too. He has this thing about being in control I guess, and I never thought I would ever like being told what to do, but the way he does it is so arousing.”
“So he’s kinky; that’s probably new for you.”
“Hey, stop talking like I’m some kind of prude. I can be sexually a
dventurous, too, you know,” Maisy chided her friend, but she had to admit she was pretty straightlaced when it came to sex. Another reason why what she had done today made her so excited.
“Okay, Maisy, one question. Do you have any feelings for him?” Brittany asked, making sure to convey she was serious about the question.
“No,” Maisy answered immediately. Then she thought about it and said, “Not really. I mean the guy is freaking hot, and I have to admit I wouldn’t mind taking a big bite out of that sexy butt of his. But after what happened with Eric, there is no way . . . I mean, I don’t think I am capable of allowing anyone in like that. At least not anytime soon.”
“Good, then I say go for it.”
“Go for what?”
“Take a big bite out of that sexy butt. What else do you think I’m talking about? Have wild, crazy, kinky sex with him, and I want to hear every detail.”
Maisy laughed as she heard Brittany’s reply. “I wonder why I even bothered to ask you. I already knew this is what you were going to say.”
“Of course, now let’s talk about what’s wrong with the guys over here. I mean, how the hell could I not get a single one of them to buy me a drink? I think I need to change my hair.”
Maisy laughed, then stayed on the phone talking to her friend for over an hour before she hung up and went to bed.
Chapter 12
Carter grunted as he returned the two-hundred-fifty-pound barbell he was lifting back to the rack. He knew he should take it a little easy, especially since his session was Maisy was coming up soon. Or maybe that was the reason he was working himself to his bones, pushing himself to the limit in a bid to wipe the events of the day before out of his mind. It clearly wasn’t working, because he could still picture with clarity the look on her face when he had held her hands caged between his, the way she had looked aroused then. He cursed as he realized he was now sporting a hard-on. Ignoring it, he moved to the speed bag and started punching it, but he hadn’t been at it long when he stopped, realizing he was more than likely to end up with a black eye since he couldn’t concentrate at all on what he was doing. How the hell one woman managed to get him so worked up he had no idea, but he was worked up. It wasn’t the first time he had felt the faint stirrings of sexual attraction to a client. But he had always managed to keep things professional, at least until now. Now, not only had things gotten unprofessional very fast, but he also wanted to keep it that way. Wanted to find out how she would take it if his palms were slapping her bare ass without the protection of her exercise shorts, or if it was a rope holding her hands far above her head while he shoved his cock into her mouth . . .
The sound of the door opening wrenched Carter out of the darkly erotic turn his mind had taken. Not that it helped much as standing there was the subject of his fantasy, and he felt his cock give a small jump.
“Good morning,” she greeted him gaily, dropping her workout bag on the floor.
“Morning,” he answered gruffly.
“So, what are we doing this morning?” she asked, and he wondered why she was feeling so peppy.
“Need to check how far along we’ve come,” he replied, motioning her to where the weighing machine was at the corner of the room.
“Oh, okay,” Maisy answered, and her exuberance dropped a notch. Carter remembered how bad she had felt when her last weigh-in showed almost no improvement. “Don’t worry. Like I said, what matters is that you’re working at it. Trust me, your body is going to catch up to your workout soon.”
“Okay, I guess,” Maisy said, trying to force a note of cheer into her voice. She took off her shoes and got on the scale. Then watched with bated breath as the dial spun back and forth before coming to stop. At first, she looked at the figure it was showing her, almost unable to believe her eyes. And then she shrieked and turned around, launching herself at Carter who caught her in the air.
“Two-hundred-thirty-eight pounds! It says I am now 238 pounds! Can you believe that?” she screamed at Carter, hugging him hard, laughing and clearly happy. Carter just nodded at her, understanding her reason for doing a victory dance. He knew she was just happy at what was clearly a big milestone in her bid to hit her target weight, and while he was happy for her, all he could think about was the curves of her breasts currently pressed against his chest. His hand was currently under her ass, and if he moved her down a few inches, that ass would be right on top of his cock. His erect cock.
Carter quickly put her down and took a step back. “That’s great news, and I hope that’s enough incentive to push you to work harder.”
“Actually,” Maisy said in a low, sultry voice, “I think I liked the last incentive better.”
Carter didn’t need any interpretation to know what she was talking about, neither did he need any crystal ball to know if he did that, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself at just a kiss. “Come on, Maisy, no more teasing. And start stretching.”
“You know, I liked it better when you called me baby girl,” Maisy said as she dropped to the floor and started stretching.
Carter looked down at her in surprise, now wondering if she was trying to flirt with him. Was he really going to do this? Was he really planning on having a sexual relationship with a client? He knew she wanted him. But then he had to wonder if she would want what he had to offer her, and if she didn’t, was it worth it, sacrificing his professional relationship just to satisfy his lust? He was still thinking about this when Maisy stood up, apparently having finished her stretching.
“Okay, get on the cycling machine; today’s workout is going to be fast-paced. So, hope you have a lot of energy because I expect complete commitment.”
“And what if I don’t do that? What are you going to do, spank me?” Maisy asked coyly, looking him right in the eye. Deep inside, she was shocked she had even said such a thing. Sure, she was thinking it, but where had the courage to say it come from? She blamed it on the high from finding out she had lost that amount of weight, but now that she had said it, she had no choice but to stand her ground.
Carter stared at her for a few seconds, as if he was mulling over something. Then he smiled, and Maisy got scared, and hot. The smile was blatantly sexual, and she knew he was teasing her. He walked towards her, in slow. determined strides, like a predator stalking his prey, and Maisy shivered from the wave of testosterone emanating from him. He was six-feet of pure, erotic bliss, and he knew she wanted him. He stopped right in her front, and then leaning, whispered into her ear,
“You’re playing with fire, baby girl. You ready to feel the flames?”
Maisy swallowed hard, knowing her answer would determine how things played out from here. But her mind had been made up long before now; it was time she started having fun again. Time to try things with the potential to make her happy. With a confidence in her eyes that belied the nervous pounding in her heart, she stepped up to him. Close enough that her breasts brushed against his chest. “What do you think?”
Carter looked down at her, then held her face in his hands. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I do,” Maisy answered without a single pause. She trusted him not to hurt her because she was never giving him that chance. She may be giving him her body, but her heart remained firmly behind the barricade she had put around it.
“Then know that I would never physically harm you,” Carter said, communicating to her with his eyes as much as his words.
“I know,” Maisy replied, then was lost for words as Carter reached down and slammed his mouth against hers. The kiss was brutal, strong, and showed that Carter was totally in charge, not that Maisy minded much. He raked his eyes over her whole body, and the look couldn’t have been more blatantly sexual even if she was unclothed. Her nipples peaked, her legs felt weak, and she knew this was probably the most aroused she had been in her entire life. Then Carter stepped back, assuming a causal, if somewhat regal pose, and said, “Drop down and give me thirty pushups.”
Maisy couldn’t have been more shocked if
he had slammed her straight with a sock full of coins. She stammered as she tried to figure out how they had gone from toe- curling kiss to pushups. But the look on his face brooked no argument, and she grudgingly fell to her knees. Placing her palms on the floor, he began to go up and down with her, making sure her back was horizontal to the ground as he had taught her before. She got to twenty-five before she suddenly felt herself start to falter. Her back was no longer as straight as when she started, and she was spending too much time going back down. The kiss that was all she could think about mere three minutes ago, was now totally forgotten.
“Come on, lower, lower. Keep that head straight,” Carter instructed, and Maisy struggled to obey. Then her back went ramrod straight as she heard a crack, and felt something slap her ass to accompany the sound of the crack. She was still struggling to understand what had just happened when Carter spanked her again. Then, so she was clear what he expected of her, he said, “And I’m going to keep this up till you get to forty.”
She opened her mouth to tell him she was supposed to get to just thirty and felt another crack, this time just underneath the curve of her ass. It was painful, sort of, but more than that, it was sexually thrilling. Pushing herself up, Maisy continued her exercise, cringing when she felt the crack of whatever Carter was using to spank her on her ass, her thighs, her legs whenever she faltered or made a mistake. But soon Maisy found herself deliberately doing things that made Carter spank her, again and again. Each slap was on a different spot, each one a little bit harder than the former, till Maisy knew she would be sporting a few marks by now.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Carter ordered, then stood by as he watched her get to her feet. She stood in front of him, with her arm muscles really aching, and even her upper chest felt the burn from all the pushups she just did. But Maisy felt the ache most between her legs, and this ache wasn’t because of the pushups, but rather because of the thorough spanking she just got from Carter. She looked at his hand and saw him holding what appeared to be a leather paddle, the surface smooth and wide. Her first thought was where the hell had he gotten it? Then she thought to herself that maybe he brought it with him today, which meant he had come here planning on using it on her. Or maybe he just so happened to have a paddle lying around, which meant he probably did this to other women, too.
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