NovelEnglishThe last place I thought we would end up is at the local gym, but had I thought about it, I should have known this is where he
would take me. Where else do you go to hit stuff? It’s not a big gym, but it looks as though it focuses on boxing more that
weightlifting. I don’t want to lift heavy stuff, I want to hit stuff, so this place is perfect. I’m assuming he searched online for a gym
in town that I would benefit from. He’s so thoughtful, that it makes me wonder if all Doms are this way or is it just the boyfriend
side of him. Either way, I love him more for it.
Before starting, he takes each of my hands and wraps some sort of bandage looking strip around my knuckles, hand, and wrist
on each one. I’m then brought over to a little ball-looking thing that hangs down, which he keeps referring to it as a speed bag or
something. Jace shows me how to use it, and I don’t know what interests me more, the boxing equipment or the fact that his
biceps bulge as he hits it continuously. I bite down on my lip as I watch him very intently.
“Keep eye fucking me like that and I’m going to take you right here, Precious.” He warns with a slight growl.
Iglance at him and give him my sexiest smile, “I never knew how hot boxing could be, Sir.”
“Boxing or the guy doing the boxing?” He raises a brow and smirks.
I sweep my eyes up and down his body, taking in the loose
basketball shorts that he’s wearing. The outline of his well endowed man part is visible with his every move. Moving my eyes
back to his upper body, there isn’t an ounce of fat to be found. If his body alone doesn’t make a woman come, then there is
something seriously wrong with her. What I want to know though, is when did his body change? I remember him being lean, but
not bulky. Now, all I want to do is worship his body and let him do all the deliciously dirty things that he wants to do to me as I
beg him not to stop.
“The guy, definitely the guy...” I lick my lips.
He lowers his voice down so nobody can hear him, “Okay, my greedy little whore, get that cute ass over here and start punching
this bag. You don’t get to have my cock until we get back home.”
“You just threatened to take me right here,” I pout jokingly, “Now I have to wait until we get home?”
Jace groans, “You’re killing me here, Precious. Do you want to hit shit, or do you want me to fuck shit; it’s your decision.”
I giggle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be good.”
For the next hour and a half, Jace shows me all of the boxing equipment and I take my frustrations out on the punching bags.
Now that I know how to punch the long punching bag, I have time to think about the call from my dad and the main reason we
are here. It feels so good to be aggressive and act like I’m hitting each one of their faces every time I throw a
punch. I can’t believe that they got off the way they did! What about me? Am I chopped liver? Do my feelings not count for
anything?
I continue to punch the bag aggressively, throwing in a kick here and there. My focus is on one thing, hitting the fucking bag in
front of me until I’m satisfied that each one of their faces are caved in. I’m grunting and growling with each hit, and my limbs are
growing tired. I can’t feel sweat rolling down my front and back, but I still don’t stop.
Finally, I feel arms come around my waist and pull me back as I start to kick out with my legs, trying to hit the bag one more time,
“Shh, baby. Stop, it’s okay.” I hear Jace’s husky voice in my ear, “Don’t hurt yourself over them, they aren’t worth it.”
The flood gates finally open up, and Jace turns me into his chest and lifts me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he moves
us over to a bench where we can sit, and I can take a moment for myself. I take more than a moment, though. He lets me cry it
out in the middle of the gym. Not too many people pay us any attention, they are here for one thing, and it’s not to watch a guy
soothe his crying girlfriend.
After about ten minutes, I remove my wet face from his neck and look at him. He uses his thumbs to wipe away the wetness from
Inod, and then wipe my tears from his neck. Good thing he took his shirt off when we got here. I give him a small smile, “I feel a
little better, but I will feel much better if you would take me home and finish making me feel better.”
The corner of his mouth kicks up, “What did you have in mind, Precious?”
Lowering my voice, I lean towards his ear, “I want you to make it hurt really good. I want to reach subspace, Sir. Can you do that
for me?” | can feel his shaft twitch below me.
“I think it’s time that we get the fuck out of here, right now.” He stands up and I slide down his body, being careful of the huge
bulge now tenting his shorts. He unwraps my hands and then grabs our things. Not caring that others may see his hard on, he
leads me across the gym and out the front door.
We just barely make it to the car when he gets behind the wheel and moves his seat all the way back. He pulls his monster from
his shorts and motions for me to come to him, “You are going to ride it right now and you are not going to come.”
My heart is racing with excitement as I glance around the parking lot, “What if someone sees?”
“Don’t fucking worry about it. If they see, they see. You can’t get your master hard like this and then not take care him when he
demands it. Now, take off those shorts and fuck yourself on me.”
I’m already throbbing from his dominance, so I do as he says and take my gym shorts off. With one last look around the parking
lot, 1 straddle his lap and his hands go straight to my hips. Using my hand, I grab his girth and place it at my entrance, and very
slowly start sliding down on him. I watch his facial expression as I take him into my body. It feels so right having him inside me
like this, like he was always meant to be here. He bites his lip as he watches his shaft disappear. Once I’ve slid all the way down,
he closes his eyes and holds me in place briefly, as though he is savoring the feel of being deep inside. From this position, it
does feel like he’s deeper
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than he’s ever been. I don’t ever get to ride him, so I’m going to enjoy this.
“Okay, Precious, have at him. Ride me like you want me.”
And I do. I start off slow, trying to get the right angle, and then I increase my speed. Soon I’m bouncing and grinding on him like
it’s the last time we will ever be together. I move just how he likes it, moaning and groaning as he starts rubbing my clit. It doesn’t
matter how sweaty I am, he lifts my top one handed and takes a nipple into his mouth. His nips and bites drive me crazier and
soon I’m fucking him like an experienced porn star.
“Do you like that, Sir? Do you like it when I take you deep into my pussy?” I don’t know where these words are coming from, but I
can’t stop them from spewing, “God, Sir, I love the feel of your fat cock inside me!” I bite my lip and then look him in the eye.
He’s dropped my nipple from his mouth and he’s just gazing at me, eyes full of lust,“Jesus, Ella, you sound so fucking hot when
you talk like that. You need to talk like that more often. Come on now, your master needs to fill you up, fuck me good, baby.”
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I fuck him as hard as I can, making him come really hard in less than thirty seconds, “Yes!
God Sir... fill me up! Give me all of your cum!”
“Fuck...” he grabs my hips and holds me in place as he thrusts hard up inside of me. I throw my head back, enjoying the feel of
him releasing his hot seed deep inside of me. I struggle to hold my own orgasm from happening, but I do. “Damn, Precious...
what the fuck was that?” He rests his forehead
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against my chest, letting me run my fingers through his hair.
“I don’t know, Sir. I just got so turned on; it was like I wasn’t myself.” I try to explain but I didn’t understand it myself.
“I’m proud of you for not coming after all of that. I’m not sure how you held off, but I’m going to reward you when we get home.
You were such a good girl, I’m very pleased with you.”
me that I’ve pleased him, it makes me strive to do it even more, but then there are the times that I want to be naughty so I will be
punished. Good girls get rewarded and naughty girls get punished, but I act naughty so I can be punished because that is a
reward for me also. It can be confusing to some, but to me there is a clear difference between wanting to be his good girl and
wanting to be his naughty girl. It’s the times when I really do make a mistake and disappoint him that I don’t like, and I try my
hardest not to do that.
As we take the elevator to the top floor, Jace asks, “Are you ready for this, Precious?”
| already know what he means by this question. As soon as we step into our apartment, we will resume our D/s roles, only! want
it to hurt, so it’s going to get rough, “Will you be able to do what I need, Sir?”
He stares at me for a moment, “I can do what you need, but know that I will stop if I feel that it’s too much, just like I did
last time. I will take you into subspace, Precious, that you need not worry about, and I will make it hurt as much as I can. You
must trust me, though. Trust me to know what’s enough for you, will you?” He caresses my cheek with his thumb as he pretty
much begs me to trust him.
| smile and nod as I wrap my hand around his wrist, not to stop him from caressing me, but to keep him doing it for a little bit
longer. When the elevator dings and stops on our floor, he drops his hand.
“You will go straight to the playroom and strip. You will then take the Nadu pose and wait for me to come to you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Right before he opens the door to the apartment he cups my cheek, “I will try and make it feel better, Ella. I love you.”
“I love you too, Jace.”.
He kisses my forehead and then unlocks the door, holding it open for me to go through first. I head straight for the room only I
don’t wait to start stripping. My first naughty girl offense. Pulling my top up and over my head, I glance seductively over my
shoulder at him as I drop it on the floor. I sway my hips as I start pulling off my sports bra, too, but I don’t look back this time.
Entering the room, I finish undressing and then kneel as instructed. He isn’t long, just long enough to change into the gray
sweatpants that he knows are my favorite ones on him. He comes to stand in front of me but waits to say anything.
I’m kneeling here, dripping from my core already, knowing
what is going to take place and I can hardly wait. I need this, I need it to help with the pain of feeling like I’m not good enough,
like I’m not important enough. I need it to help take away the fact that a judge thinks it’s okay for four people to gang up and
assault me, touching me without permission. Jace knows what I need, he knows how to make me feel good, and that’s one of
the reasons why I trust him to do this.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Pineapple, Sir...”
“How do you safe word if I gag you and you can’t speak?”
“I snap my fingers, Sir...”
“Good girl. Now, we need to talk about what you want to happen while you’re in subspace. Do you want me to end everything, or
do you want me to fuck you and make you come?”
“Can I let you know once I get there, Sir?” I ask, “I don’t know how I will feel at that time.”
“No, we discuss it beforehand because you will not be in the right frame of mind once you are there. If you’re not sure, then I will
just go straight to aftercare.”
“What do you want, Sir?”
He walks behind me and starts putting my hair in a braid, “I would like nothing more than to fuck your tight little ass, but that’s
me. This is about you and what you need, Precious.”
“But what if what I need is to want to make you happy, to give you what you want, Sir.”
He comes back around and squats down, looking me in the eye, “It pleases me that you want to make me happy, but once
again, this is for you, not me.”
I know what I want, and if I remember right, the last time I was in subspace felt amazing, like I was floating on air. Why not let
him take my back hole while I’m in that state, it’s not like it’s a hard limit for me.
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