by Shaw Hart
Chapter Eight
Kit
I hold Stella’s hand as I drive a couple of blocks over to my gym. I was so pissed when I saw that guy try to touch my Princess and I reacted without thinking, knocking him on his ass. Stella’s boss had been by our sides in seconds, along with two bouncers. They had fired her and kicked me out for life. That latter wasn’t a problem for me. I would never have set foot in that place in the first place if Stella hadn’t of been there.
Stella was less than thrilled with being fired. I don’t blame her. I know that she wants to take care of herself and I’ll respect that, up to a point. That point just so happened to be when some asshole tried to touch what was mine.
I pull into the gym parking lot. It’s empty at this hour and so I can park right up front by the door. I help Stella out of the truck and unlock the front door, leading her inside. I flip on the overhead lights as I go and keep a tight grip on my Princess’s hand as I show her around. The gym is set up like most.
There’s a front desk right when you walk in with a bulletin board overhead advertising different community projects and a couple of ads for roommates or things for sale. Past the desk is the gym equipment, free weights, mats, and machines. The locker rooms are over to the left, down a short hallway. I show her all of that before I lead her to the back of the gym. In the very back, there are two boxing rings that we use for sparring and lining one side are some punching bags. Past that is an enclosed room lined with windows. That’s where we teach the classes.
I lead Stella into the office which is located next to the classroom. I flip the lights on and I can hear Stella gasp behind me.
“Oh my god! It’s a mess in here, Kit.” Stella says as she pushes past me and into the office.
I watch as Stella spins in a circle, taking in all of the paperwork, the stacks of folders and flyers on top of every available surface. There are two filing cabinets in the corner but I never actually got around to filing anything yet.
“Yeah, I guess it is a bit of a mess but-”
“A bit?!?” Stella cuts me off.
“BUT,” I stress, “I can help you get everything organized and then it won’t seem like so much.”
She spins to face me and I give her my most charming smile. She shakes her head at me and I laugh, walking over to her and wrapping my arms around her. I cradle her against my chest, kissing the top of her head before I lift her up in my arms and carry her back out to the truck.
I have to set her down to lock up the gym but then I’m carrying her over and setting her inside the truck. I buckle her up before I hop in beside her and start the car. I drive us home, asking her questions about herself and this time, she actually answers me.
I ask her about her childhood and I can feel the mood in the car plummet. I had already guessed that about her but it still sucks to have my suspicions confirmed. She tells me about growing up with her mother who was a drug addict and how she never knew who her father was. It sounds scary and I thank my lucky stars that my Princess made it out of there alive. Her mother died when she was sixteen, an overdose, and she spent three years in Dallas, working at any bar or club that would hire her.
Eventually, she got bored and tried to head north. She made it to Kansas before she ran out of money. She stayed in Lindsborg, getting hired at Landing Strip right away and working there for the last year. Her childhood seemed lonely and I promise myself to make sure that she never knows another day like what the last couple of years has been like.
I tell her about my own parents. My father was in the military and died in combat. My mom raised me right here in Lindsborg all by herself. She worked as a nurse at the local hospital to support us. I tell Stella about how she had been the best mother anyone could ever ask for. My mom had supported me when I had shown an interest in boxing, driving me to competitions and showing up to every fight. She had been so happy and proud of me when I had signed on to fight competitively.
I tell her about how it felt the first time I took a boxing lesson. How much I loved the feeling of fighting, how much I loved learning new techniques. I try my hardest to explain to her how much I love boxing but it’s nothing compared to how I feel about Stella.
My mother passed away a year before my injury and she was part of the reason that I had moved back to Lindsborg. I had wanted to feel close to her. I know that she would have been proud of me opening my gym and how successful I’ve managed to make it already. She would have been even happier about me finding my Princess. I tell Stella how my mom had always told me that I would find the one girl for me. She told me that I would know her when I saw her, that I would feel this connection with her. She told me to save myself, that I should only be with someone that I loved and I had followed that advice. I can see that Stella is surprised when she realizes what I’m saying. Yes, I’m a twenty-six-year-old virgin. I had never really believed my mom about the whole connection thing before, but I loved her too much to tell her that. I look Stella right in the eye when I tell her that my mom was right.
Stella blushes and I turn forward, pulling the truck into the garage and helping Stella inside. We hold hands as we make our way inside and up to our bedroom.
“Are you hungry?”
She shakes her head no, leading me up the stairs and into our room. She turns in a circle in the room, fiddling with the hem of her dress as she looks anywhere but at me. I know that she’s feeling exposed after sharing so much with me in such a short amount of time and I don’t want to push her any further.
“Ready for bed, Princess?” I ask, pulling out a plain white shirt from the dresser and passing it over to her.
She takes it from me, tugging her dress off and the shirt on quickly. I strip as she heads into the bathroom, brushing her teeth and washing the makeup off of her face. I walk up behind her, watching her in the mirror as I squirt some toothpaste onto my own brush. We stand side by side for a minute, our mouths covered in white foam. She spits into the sink, rinsing out her mouth before she heads back into the bedroom.
I follow quickly after her, slipping into bed behind her. Just like last night, I tug my Princess up against me, holding her close with a smile on my face. Peace, the same as last night, floods me as I hold my girl against me and let sleep take us both.
Chapter Nine
Stella
I wake up sweating, wrapped up tight in Kit’s arms. My head is resting on his strong chest, my cheek is smashed up against his pec and my head is rising and falling with his even breaths. His legs are tangled up with mine and I take a moment, smiling over how he always has to have me as close to him as possible. I take a moment to enjoy the feeling of being safe, pressed up completely against Kit. I remember everything that happened last night, all of the things that I shared with him. I thought I would wake up and feel exposed, nervous about my secrets being out in the open in the light of day but that feeling never comes. Instead, a sense of calm, of peace, washes over me.
I really have to pee so I start the process of trying to disentangle myself from Kit. It takes me a couple of minutes but I finally manage to untangle myself and I slip down the hallway to the bathroom. I do my business and come out to brush my teeth. I check the time and see it’s only 10 am. I think my nap yesterday helped me finally catch up on my sleep. I’m not sure what the plan is for today but I need to shower before we go anywhere so I strip off Kit’s shirt, tossing it on the counter before I turn the shower on.
I’m just rinsing my hair out when the shower door opens and Kit steps inside. Before I can get a good look at him, he crowds me against the wall, gripping my hips and lifting me up until our mouths meet. I wrap my slippery hands around him, holding on while he ravages my mouth. He nips my bottom lip, pressing my back flat against the shower wall. His hands slide down, gripping my ass as he hoists me higher against him. I moan as I feel his thick erection as it presses against my wet folds. The tips slips an inch inside of me and my nails dig into Kit’s shoulder.
“Relax Princess. When
I take you for the first time it will be in our bed where I can really explore you and take my time.”
My muscles loosen around him and I relax against the wall as Kit holds me up. He leans back and we both look down our wet bodies to where we are just barely joined. Kit’s hands knead my ass as he slowly bounces me on his cock. He never lets me drop down more than an inch but it’s more than enough to get me off. My tits feel swollen as they bounce with each of his thrusts.
Kit pulls out slipping his cock back and forth through my wet folds. His cock slides over my clit as he continues to mimic fucking me. I’m so close and as soon as Kit slips the tip back inside of me, I go off. My back arches, my tits bouncing as I try to wiggle my hips to take more of him inside of me. I can hear Kit as he snarls, begging me to stop moving. I can’t control my movements though and my hips continue to rock as my orgasm rolls through me. I hear Kit moan and feel his warm release as his own orgasm slams through him.
Kit’s head falls forward, resting on my shoulder as we both try to catch our breath. After a moment, Kit pulls out of me and lets me slide down until my feet touch the shower floor. I look down, spreading my legs slightly when I feel his release start to leak out of me. Kit follows my line of sight and I hear him groan at the sight before his hand darts out. I watch as Kit scoops up some of his come with his fingers before he moves it back to my entrance, pushing it back inside of me. I watch his face as he does this over and over again until he’s satisfied.
He squirts some body wash in his hands, smoothing the suds over my body and then his own before he takes the showerhead, rinsing us both off. I watch while he washes his hair, my eyes scanning down his toned body. This is the first time that I’m getting to see him naked and my mouth starts to water at the sight before me. Water runs in small streams down his chest and I watch as it rinses the suds down his body, over his six-pack abs, and down his thick thighs. My eyes snag on the tree trunk hanging between those thighs and I gulp as I picture trying to take that thing inside of me.
I don’t get to dwell on it for long before he turns the water off and steps out of the shower. He grabs two towels, wrapping one around his waist before he uses the other one to dry my hair off. Once he’s satisfied that I’m dry, he grabs another towel and quickly rubs it across his body. He picks me up then and carries me into the closet, passing me one of his shirts before he slides one over his own head. He tugs on a pair of gym shorts before he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom next, setting me gently on the bed before he turns and rummages through the dresser.
“You know I can walk right?” I ask, finding him carrying me around amusing but trying to hide it.
“My Princess will never have to lift a finger. Not while I’m around.” He says, passing me a matching black bra and panty set and a pair of jean shorts.
I slip the clothes on quickly and once again I’m back in Kit’s arms. He cradles me against his chest as he carries me down the stairs and over to the kitchen counter. He sets me down on a barstool and I wonder if he’s going to feed me like he did yesterday. I picture sitting on his lap while he feeds me bites of pancakes and plays with me with the other hand. I lick my lips picturing it but I’m dragged out of my daydream when Kit’s cellphone starts to ring in his pocket.
He pulls it out and answers it while he plays with the loose ends of my hair.
“Hello…Yeah…No, I’m still at home…Can Ryan take care of it…Ok…Ok, yeah, we’ll be right there.”
He sighs as he hangs up the phone and then he’s grabbing my sandals and sliding them on my feet. He helps me down from the chair, explaining that there’s a problem at the gym and he has to go in early.
“I’ll stop and grab you breakfast on the way, Princess.”
“It’s ok. I’m not even hungry yet.” I try to object.
It’s only 10:45 am and I usually skip breakfast so I won’t be hungry for a couple more hours.
“My princess needs to eat. Do you want McDonalds or donuts?”
“Donuts.” I say, licking my lips.
He kisses me before he buckles me in. Just like last night, Kit asks me questions about myself while we ride to the gym. Today I tell him about my favorite movies and the type of music that I like. He asks me about my favorite animal and what I like to do in my free time and I ask him the same. We both like comedy and action shows and movies, rock music, and polar bears. I tell him that I’ve always wanted to have a dog, an Irish wolfhound because I think they’re badass and I can see him filing that information away for later. I wonder how long it will take before an Irish wolfhound shows up at the house.
Kit swings by the donut place, picking up a dozen donuts and two coffees before he drives us to the gym. When we get there, I can see the problem right away. There’s some aggro guy yelling at the other employees by the front door. Kit frowns before he turns to me in the truck.
“I want you to go inside and go right to the office, ok? You remember where it is right?”
I nod at him, clutching the donuts as Kit helps me out of the truck. He tucks me into his side, keeping himself between me and the scary-looking guy as he leads me to the door. He nods at the employee, pushing me towards the entrance. I slip inside, taking a couple of steps towards the office before I hear raised voices behind me. I duck behind the front desk before I turn and look out the front window.
Kit is facing off with the pissed off guy and as they inch closer to each other I wonder if I should be worried. I know that Kit used to be a boxer and he can take care of himself but I still don’t want to see him get hurt. I hide behind the front desk as Kit grips the guy's shirt and drags him away from the entrance. I can’t quite make out what he’s saying to the guy but I can tell that the guy isn’t happy about it.
I gasp when the guy takes a swing at Kit but Kit ducks before the punch can make contact. Kit swings back at the guy, hitting him in the face before he rears back and punches the guy in the stomach. The guy doubles over and Kit says something to him, pointing for him to get lost. The guy shoots a glare back at Kit before he turns and stomps over to an old beat-up Honda. I watch him peel out of the lot before I turn and hurry into the office.
I close the door behind me, leaning back against it and trying to calm my racing heart. I never thought that I was one for violence but watching Kit dominate that fight has things happening to my body. My nipples are pebbled and stiff in my bra and my panties are so soaked through that they’re sticking to me. I take a deep breath, tossing the donut box down on the desk as I head over to the chair. I only make it two steps before the office door is opening behind me.
I spin around, taking in Kit as he stands before me and I can’t hold myself back any longer. With a moan, I close the distance between us, throwing myself into his arms.
Chapter Ten
Kit
I stretch my fingers out as I watch the asshole climb in his truck and peel out of the lot. As soon as he’s gone, I’m headed inside and searching for my Princess. I hated bringing her with me when I had gotten the call about some guy causing trouble at my gym but I hated the thought of leaving her at home even more. I want to spend all of my time with my Princess and I knew that I could take care of my girl, that’s the only reason that I brought her here.
I head into the gym, making sure Claire, the girl who works the front desk and who called me is ok before I jog to the back of the gym. I nod a hello to some of the people who are here already for their morning workout as I pass but I don’t waste any time stopping to chat. I need to get to my princess. I need to make sure that she’s alright.
I open the door, stepping into the office and close the door behind me, my eyes scanning down her body to make sure that she’s safe. I’m about to ask her if she’s ok when she surprises me, closing the distance between us and throwing herself against me.
My arms wrap around her instinctively and I hold her against me as she wraps her legs around my waist and her hands around my neck. This is the first time that Stella has initiated cont
act with me and pure happiness floods my system when her mouth lands on mine. I don’t know what I did to get this reaction from her but I hope that I do it again and often.
My hands grip her ass, squeezing the firm globes in my palms while Stella pushes her tongue into my mouth. I groan, spinning us and pinning her against the door with my hips. My hand tangles in her hair as we make out like horny kids. Our hips start to rock and soon I’m dry humping her against the office door.
My cock is so hard that I’m sure it’s going to rip right through my jeans any minute now. I remember this morning in the shower and precum starts to leak into my boxers. Feeling Stella’s tight cunt wrapped around my cock, even just the tip, was the single greatest thing that I have ever felt. I had wanted to blow as soon as I slipped the tip inside of her and I wonder how long I’ll last when I finally manage to bury myself fully inside of her.
Stella rips her mouth from mine, tipping her head back and letting out a loud moan. I can tell that she’s close to coming and I want to watch her face when she goes off. I love seeing the pleasure that only I can give my Princess play over her face. She moans again as I hump her against the door and that’s when I hear it.
Voices.
Voices coming from the other side of the door. Where we are comes back to me and rage and jealousy bubble up inside of me when I realize that other people can hear my Princess right now. I pull us away from the door, setting her down on the wooden desk. Papers fall off the side of the desk and cover the floor as I lay her back. My hips continue to grind against her as I reach up and cover her mouth with one of my hands.
“This is going to be quick. I’ll always give you what you need, Princess, but I can’t have others hearing you when we’re like this.”
