by Stacy Borel
I was just getting off work after a particularly hellish day of filing and was heading to the gym. It was something that had become part of the routine. Listening to music in the car perked me up and by the time I pulled into the parking lot, I was feeling particularly feisty. Camden had sent me some text messages earlier in the day about what he wanted to do to me when I got home, when he knew damn well I’d be sitting in my office blushing. An idea hit me, and I decided I was going to get back at him. Grinning in my car, I knew I’d totally pay for it, but it was going to be epic nonetheless. Grabbing my iPod I got out of the car and walked into the gym. The girl that usually sat in the front was already gone for the day, but Camden was just coming out of a back room when he saw me walk in.
I loved the smile that spread across his face before he said, “Hey Blue.”
He came around the counter and put his arms under mine, lifting me up and bringing his mouth down in a crushing kiss. My legs were dangling so I wrapped them around his waist. Oh God a girl could get used to this. “Hey back,” I said, pulling my mouth away.
His hands were gripping me under my butt. His kiss alone was enough to turn me on, but when he held me like this, like I weighed nothing, I felt like I was floating on cloud nine. People were walking around us, but we continued on as if we were the only two in the gym. Camden asked me a few questions about my day, then set me down. I was wearing a white button-down blouse, and black dress pants with heels, so I still needed to change. I was scheming how I would get behind the front desk and do what I needed to, I just crossed my fingers he wouldn’t pick up on it.
“I’m going to go change real quick. Be right back.” I got up on my tip toes and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Ouch.” I reached out for his arm.
His eyebrows came down in concern. “What’s the matter? Are you hurt?”
I lifted one of my heels up. “No, not really. These shoes are giving me a blister, and it’s rubbing the back of my heel. Do you have a first aid kit back here that I could get a Band-Aid from?”
He helped me over to the chair behind the desk and pulled open a drawer. “Yeah, help yourself. I need to go check on my client real quick. See you in a few minutes.”
Camden walked over to some machine where an older gentleman was pulling on a cord while standing. I still had no idea what those things were called. Didn’t matter. I needed to focus, I was on a mission. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my iPod and connected it to the stereo that played throughout the gym. I had to wait until the song that was currently playing was over before I could hit play on my own playlist otherwise Camden would be on to me. I got it all set up, and the first song started playing. I looked around to see if anybody noticed the difference in music but fortunately they were none the wiser. I smiled to myself. Oh man I was going to be in so much trouble. Getting up from the chair I went to the locker room and made quick work of changing out of my work clothes and into a pair of capri black stretch pants and a tank top with a built-in sports bra. I came back out into the main part of the gym, and Camden had shifted to the free weights, spotting his client. He looked over at me and smiled. I enjoyed seeing this side of Camden. Although I still loved ‘brooding Camden’ as well.
Smiling back, I went over to the mats and stretched out my legs. Every time the song changed my heart rate would spike. I had no idea when the song was going to play. Eventually I got up and moved to a treadmill. I figured I’d do a little cardio and get my body warmed up, and then hopefully Camden would be done with his session and could help me on the weights. Stepping on, I set my pace. I was going at a slow speed, gradually increasing at every minute interval. I was almost done with my warm-up when it happened. The sound of a flute floated through the gym, and a very familiar tune began to play. There was a collective round of groans from the ten or so people who were working out, and a few of them said, “What the fuck are we listening to?” I bit the inside of my cheek and tried to maintain my composure. It was quite the change to go from a “Woe Is Me” song to “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion. I kept my pace on the treadmill refusing to make eye contact with the one person who I knew was glaring at me.
“Hey Brooks, I think your stereo’s broken,” one of the regular weight lifters called from across the gym.
Several people chuckled, but the song continued to play. I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, and I decided to grow a pair and meet Camden’s stare. My treadmill was directly in front of a set of mirrors that allowed me to view the entire gym behind me. My dark brooding man was standing in the same spot that he had been in when I started my warm-up. His eyes were almost black and narrowed into slits. His stance was rigid, and his chest was moving up and down. I knew smiling right now probably wasn’t in my best interest, but what the hell…I liked to live crazy. Looking directly at him I lifted my shoulders in a very casual shrug as if to say, ‘what’? Which I followed up with a sly smirk. He gave me the slightest head shake. Oh he was mad. My heart was in my throat, but I continued to act like I hadn’t just announced to the whole gym that Camden was a closet Celine fan. I pried my eyes away from his and kept trucking along on the treadmill, knowing that something big was coming my way. A couple of minutes passed, and I could see that he was still in the same spot in my peripheral vision. Crap! Maybe I went too far. He couldn’t actually be mad at me for this. I might have played the song, but we were the only ones that knew why. Maybe I should go apologize to him. Just as I thought that, I noticed Camden going from person to person saying something. One by one, everybody gathered their things and made their way out of the gym. What was he doing? Was he kicking everyone out? As the last person left, I watched in the mirror as he followed them and locked the door behind them. Then he went to the stereo and shut it off. The only sound was my feet pounding down. When he turned, his face was unreadable. Holy shit, he kicked everyone out, and I was about to get bitched out. Why, oh why, did I have to be an idiot sometimes?
Camden stalked toward me as I bumped up the speed on the treadmill. I wondered if maybe he’d just go away if I ignored him. I went from walking to jogging to running in a very short period. My freaking thighs were on fire before, but now they were screaming at me. Camden came to stand beside me while I stared straight ahead and refused to look at him.
“Keegan.”
“Yeah?”
“Keegan.”
“Uh huh?”
“You know you’re in trouble right?”
“I’m sorry, what’s that?” I tried to play dumb. Pushing my luck a little bit more I started humming the song, picking it up where it left off.
The grin I saw spreading across his face out of the corner of my eye gave me the chills. “You. Are. In. Trouble,” he emphasized each word.
I held my hand up to my ear. “I can’t hear you. Maybe you should wait till I’m off of here then we can talk.” For starters I was so out of breath I thought I would pass out. Second I’d like to believe that I could wait him out, but at this rate, I’d be in v-fib, and he’d have to shock my heart back into a normal rhythm.
I saw his arm move out in front of me, and he pulled the red cord that was attached to the emergency stop. The belt below me came to an abrupt halt, and my forward momentum almost made me fall. Camden reached out to steady me. Helping me off, I bent over at the waist and put my hands on my knees, trying to slow my breathing. A bottle of water was placed in front of my face, and I took it. Tipping my head back, I chugged as much as I could, then dumped the rest of it over my head. It was too damn hot in here. I wiped my eyes and noticed that Camden was watching me with a lust I had yet to see from him before.
Leaning against the mirror he crossed his arms over his chest in a casual stance. When he did that it made him look huge. “Can you breathe?”
“Yes.” My chest was still rising and falling in a heavy pattern.
“Are we still playing that you can’t hear what I’m saying?”
“I wasn’t playing.”
He smirked. “Hmmm…
can you hear me now?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course I can hear you.”
The smirk that was there abruptly went away. It was replaced by a darkened expression. “Good, now let’s talk. You’re playing a very dangerous game Keegan. And I’m assuming that you probably knew that.” His russet-colored eyes never left mine. “You’re a smart girl. Which also means that that little stunt you pulled, you did it with intention. Were you testing me to see what sort of punishment I’d dole out?”
He hit the nail on the head, but I couldn’t let him know that. Everything about him screamed sex right now, and my body was quivering in anticipation. His posture, the way that his eyes sparkled with possibility, his clenching jaw; these were all signs that Camden was revving himself up for something big. I had to clear my head. Put on your poker face Keegan. “No of course not. It was just a silly little prank.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “My, my, you’ve been a naughty girl.”
I put my hands on my hips, showing a display of indifference. “Oh cut it out Camden. You could laugh you know. It was a joke, it was funny. You know, ha, ha funny?”
“Am I laughing?”
“No, but you’re always a hard ass.”
When his smile spread, his teeth gleamed from the lights. He looked positively vicious. The hard edge of him that seemed to tip the scales of mean and dominant. It was everything that I loved about this side of him. My sex clenched, knowing that I was just making it worse for myself by egging him on.
“Oh you have no idea how hard I can be, Blue.”
“I’m shaking in my sneakers Camden.”
I dropped my arms and started to turn to walk away. He stepped in real close causing me to halt my next movement. His breath blew across my now cooling skin. “I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do to make this right, and I suggest you don’t make me repeat myself. My control is quickly fading Keegan. Don’t speak, but nod that you understand.”
His voice was low and threatening. All of the anticipation and build led me to this moment. He really was close to snapping, and I knew better than to push him again. I did what he asked.
“Good girl. Now I want you to go to that little machine over there in the corner, and I want you to take everything off. There had better not be a single scrap of clothing left on your gorgeous body by the time that I get over there or I’ll bend you over and spank you till your ass is flaming red. Nod if you understand.”
I swallowed hard and shook my head in understanding. Camden walked away from me, going into one of the rooms where they hold classes, disappearing behind the door. I turned and walked to where he said he wanted me. The machine he sent me to was called a leg adductor. It was one in which you sit down, and set your legs into two different leg rests. You could add or subtract weight according to what your tolerance was, but it was meant for you to be able to squeeze your thighs together and the weights would pull them back open. Holy shit, he wants me on this thing completely naked and spread eagle? But I would be totally open and exposed. Every part of my being was shaking with anticipation but, could I be this brazen in front of him and let him see me this way? Did I even have a choice? Of course I knew the answer to that question. If I didn’t comply, Camden would come up with something else that would be even worse. Despite my nerves kicking in, I was also curious about what he wanted to do with me. This machine had a lot of possibilities. With shaking hands I began to strip. I took off my tank top, shoes, and yoga pants. I was standing there in nothing but a pair of blue boy cut underwear. I covered my breasts with my arm. Looking up, Camden had stepped out of the room with something dangling from his hand. He had dimmed the lights while he was in the back so I couldn’t make out what he was holding. He paused when he looked over at me. He looked positively carnal.
“Everything Keegan. Do not hide yourself from me.”
Bravely I dropped my arms from my breasts but thankfully my hair was flowing over my shoulders and covered most of me. His eyes narrowed. Hooking my fingers in my underwear I turned around, giving him my back, and slowly slipped my panties over my hips, letting them fall in a pool at my feet. I heard a low rumble across the space.
“Happy?” I said in a seductive voice.
“Very. Now not another word. Do you understand?”
I glanced at him over my shoulder, licking my lips. “Yes.”
I stood completely still, waiting for him to come to me. I watched him move behind the desk and turn the music back on. Instead of the heavy beat of hard rock, it was the alluring sound of the bass. It was a sound that drew you in and made you want to sway your hips from side to side in a tantalizing dance. One that had I still be wearing clothes, I would have gladly removed them once more. Awolnation’s “Sail” carried through the speakers, and Camden started walking toward me. His dark brown eyes were feral. Every beat of the music that brought him closer to me, my heart kicked up another notch. He chose this song on purpose. He knew it would affect me in every possible way. The sound reverberated through my already high-strung body. He stalked toward me in slow motion. Like a wild animal sneaking up on its prey, and I was his next meal. My legs quivered, ready to give out. And they would, when he touched me, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up a second longer. He was only a few feet away now. He glanced down my body. Everywhere his eyes touched was like a fire licking at my skin. I was already soaking wet with need, but him being just out of reach was unbearable. My need was too great. The sigh that came from my parted lips was more like a moan. His eyes shot up to mine. He shook his head so subtly I wouldn’t have seen it had I not been staring at him.
When he finally spoke, his voice was a full octave lower than normal. “You’re going to sit down and put your legs in the rests. I want your hands on the handles by your side and don’t even think about moving, or I’ll make this worse for you.”
“Worse?” My voice shook, giving away my anticipation.
He raised his eyebrow. “What did I say about talking?”
Gulping, I took a step toward the machine and sat down. Reluctance was kicking in in full force. If the music wasn’t so loud, I was certain he’d be able to hear my heart. My bare butt touched the cool plastic of the chair but quickly warmed. I put my hands where he instructed then hesitated. I felt like I needed to give myself a pep talk to do this. Camden didn’t say anything. He saw the indecision on my face, but stood there, allowing me to work through my discomfort on my own. I appreciated him doing that. It assured me that despite being on the edge, this wasn’t just about him. He wanted me to feel good too. He cared. I brought my eyes up to his when I felt that I was ready and watched him when I put my left leg up first. I wasn’t entirely uncomfortable just yet, but when I lifted my right leg and placed it in the holder, I felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. I knew what I looked like right now. My pussy was completely exposed to him, and he could see every inch of me down there. I was slick with desire, and no doubt it was showing. Camden’s eyes left mine, and he looked down. I gripped the handles tightly, wanting desperately to cover up, but I wouldn’t do it. I wanted to be confident with Camden. I wanted to know that the mere sight of me brought him to his knees. I wanted to be the girl who could open herself up and feel like I owned him.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispered.
I broke eye contact and looked at the object that Camden had carried over. He was holding two resistance bands. They were each about three foot long, and my curiosity sparked. What was he planning on doing with those? I didn’t have to think about it too long. He took a step toward me, and squatted by my right side. Being this close to him, I could smell the underlying scent of his soap. It was mouthwatering. Camden started making short work of tying a knot around my wrist and securing it to the handle that I was holding. The rubber against my skin wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t the softest material either. When he felt like it was tight enough, he went to my other side and did the same thing. I’d never been tied down to anything
before, let alone a piece of workout equipment. My blood was scorching, and I could feel it thrumming through my veins. I didn’t like the idea of not being able to move. Other than being able to squeeze my legs shut, I had no mobility. I was trapped and unable to do anything to hide or protect myself if things went further than what I was okay with. I was about to tell Camden that I didn’t think I could do this when he looked up at me. Underneath the ferocity of his stare was something that I didn’t expect to see. There was understanding and gentleness. He was pleased that I was letting him take me this far. Bringing his hand up, his palm cupped my cheek. I leaned into his touch. With a subtle nod, I knew the tenderness was over.
He stood up over the top of me in a very domineering fashion. I could see the clear outline of his cock through his gym shorts. Camden was rock hard, and all I wanted to do was take him in my mouth. I had no idea what he was going to do, but the not knowing was part of the fun. Apparently he wasn’t done restraining me. I thought I’d be able to keep some mobility of my legs, except he leaned over and added enough weight to the machine that bringing my legs together was no longer an option. I glared at him.
“That’s right Blue, get pissed at me. But don’t worry, you’re going to enjoy this just as much as I am.”
Using one of his hands he reached up and pinched one of my nipples hard enough to make me cry out. Leaning down he took the sensitive peak into his mouth and soothed it with his warm tongue, rolling it between his teeth. The pain then pleasure sent a bolt of pleasure to my center. Camden was switching back and forth between pinching and sucking. He did this over and over, and my eyes rolled back. When he felt that he’d given my breasts enough attention he stood back up and looked down at me. Gripping his cock he rearranged himself. Was he trying to drive me crazy? Why wasn’t he getting naked too? I wanted to see him in all his magnificent glory. Camden had one of the most incredible bodies I’d seen on a man. I’d been around him plenty of times walking around the house, or here in the gym with nothing but a pair of shorts on. The tight corded muscle of his arms and back were solid. His abs had defined ridges that were made for a woman’s fingers to smooth over. And his V… it taunted me. Everything about Camden was a tease. I wanted my hands on him all the time. His tanned skin was smooth and flawless. He screamed sex.
