(Cross posted from Lair of the Dragon Mage)
(This story was inspired in part by a Twitter conversation I had with @WyldeKyttin. A chance comment on her part gave me a seed of an idea. The idea blossomed later that day, and I started writing when I got home. This story is the result. I hope you like it. )
They grin at each other as he parks his car in a dark corner of the employee parking lot behind the gym. She turns her head and looks at him and asks again, “Are you sure you won’t get into trouble for this?”
“I have keys and alarm codes, little one. A benefit of being the manager. And tonight, I’ll also get the benefits of being your personal trainer,” he says with a smile.
They walk casually across the parking lot, trading playful kisses on the way to the back door of the building. She waits as he opens the door and slips inside to disarm the alarm. When the beeping stops, he opens the door to let her into the dimly lit building, bringing the small duffel bag with them. He leads her to the men’s locker room and they find a pair of empty lockers. They open the lockers and undress, placing their street clothes into the lockers. She reaches for the duffel but he takes her hand and pulls her close for a kiss.
“You don’t need to get into that bag, little one.”
She starts to explain, “I need to put on my workout clothes,” but he cuts her off: “You are in your workout clothes for tonight.”
Her eyes widen as it dawns on her what he considers some of his benefits of being her trainer would be.
He takes her hand and turns towards the locker room exit, picking up the duffel bag as he leads her towards the workout floor, neither of them wearing anything but their shoes. She starts to turn towards the cardio equipment, expecting to start her workout on the treadmill as usual, but he leads her towards the strength machines instead.
“This workout will be a bit different, little one,” he says as they walk out onto the mat in the center of the large strength circuit. “We’ll need to stretch a bit to start.” He stands next to her and they help each other stretch out, following the pattern that they had used many times before: her hands on his arms or legs to provide resistance as he stretches, and then his hands on her arms and legs. This time, however, his hands wander over her body to places he wouldn’t normally touch when the gym was occupied, and his touches get her heart going almost as well as a short cardio workout.
When they finish their stretching routine, he looks at her and says with a grin, “Ok, I think you’re warmed up enough now.” He lightly touches the back of her neck and then traces his fingertip around to her throat and down between her breasts. He follows the curve of her body back up and around and laughs as she shivers from the feather-like touch. She pretends to pout when he laughs, and he smiles at her as he runs his finger around her nipple which hardens at his touch. He takes her nipple between two fingers and pinches, just enough to hold on, and then he begins to walk towards the weight machines, leading her by tugging her nipple. He leads her to the dual axis pull down machine, opens the duffel bag and removes a towel which he drapes on the seat, then waits as she adjusts the height of the seat and sits down. He leans in close and kisses her, and then turns and removes some rope from the duffel bag.
He walks around to the side of the machine and tells her to hold onto the handles. She looks questioningly at the rope in his hands, but stretches her arms up and takes hold of the handles. He slowly ties the rope around her wrists and the handles of the machine, and then kneels beside the machine, using the remaining length of rope to tie her ankles to the metal legs. He moves around the seat of the machine and pulls the pin from the weight stack, replacing it at the highest weight: nearly 300 pounds.
“That should keep you still for a bit,” He says as he returns to the duffel, taking out a deerskin flogger. He stands behind the machine, his eyes wandering over the lines and curves of her body as she sits with her back and arms stretched up to hold onto the handles. He swings the flogger gently, smiling as the flinches when the tips of the falls flick over her back. He swings again and again, each pass of the flogger bringing the falls a little closer, each pass letting more of the deerskin touch her her skin, each pass landing with a little more force until the large room is filled with the thuds of the flogger striking her back. He settles into a rhythm, swinging the flogger with practiced ease, always watching her reaction, always listening to the sound of the flogger, and to the sounds of his partner. On some swings, he leans in closer, letting the flogger strike her side so that the deerskin wraps around her taughtly stretched body to land on her breasts, the tips stinging her nipples.
He watches her, judging her reaction, and when her breathing changes, he slows the flogger, pulling back so that only the tips touch her, lightly brushing over her reddened skin. As she begins to slump against the rope, he stops. He steps in close and lifts her arms, untying the rope to release her hands from the handles and supporting her as her arms fall. She leans against him for several moments until she can catch her breath, and then sits up. He kneels beside her to release her feet and gather up the rope and flogger before standing up again. He helps her to stand and removes the towel from the seat, noting the damp spot with a laugh.
He sees the question in her eyes, and answers before she can ask, “There is more, little one. Time for the next machine.” He leads her to the prone leg curl, laying the towel over the pads and helping her get into place face down on the machine. He pulls the rope from the duffel again, using it to secure her hands to the handles, and her legs to the lift bar. He pulls a small rattan cane out of the duffel and stands next to the machine, laying the rattan across his lover’s exposed ass.
He lifts the cane and taps it lightly across her flesh, teasing her with each touch until he has the feel for the angle. He lifts his arm and waits for half a breath before letting it drop. As his arm comes down, he flicks his wrist, snapping the rattan sharply across her ass.
She gasps and jumps as much as the rope will allow as the rattan kisses her backside with a fiery sting, and then quickly sucks in another breath as he lifts his arm again, waiting for him to swing and jumping again as the cane lands with another stinging stripe.
He flicks the cane up and down, each swing leaving a pink welt across the pale skin of her buttocks, each touch of the rattan causing her to jump. He turns his hand and flicks his wrist, the cane crossing another mark and leaving a X shaped welt. He flicks his wrist several more times, leaving welts over most of her ass and even a few on her upper thighs.
She breathes deeply as he sets the cane aside, the pain of the rattan having already pushed her into that floating place in her head. She allows her eyes to close as she lays across the pads of the weight machine and feels the sting of the cane welts start to sink in. Her eyes open in shock as the welts on her ass begin to burn again. She tries to focus on the sensation and slowly recognizes the pricking of his pinwheel as he rolls it on the cane welts.
The quiet of the gym is broken by her sudden cry, “That hurts!”
He laughs at her and puts a hand on her back, holding her down as he continues to slowly roll the pinwheel over the welts on her ass. When he has traced every cane welt with the wheel, he puts it back into the duffel bag and stands up again. He walks around to the front of the machine and stands there waiting.
She doesn’t hear him moving, and she doesn’t feel any new sensations, so she lifts her head and looks up, and finds herself eye level with his erect cock. She sighs as she feels his fingers twine into her hair, and then gasps as he pulls, lifting her head.
He tugs her hair, lifting her head a little higher, then steps closer, brushing his cock against her full lips. “Open up, little one,” he whispers to her. He pushes as her lips part, slowly sliding his cock into her mouth until he is almost completely inside of her. He grins as she wraps her lips around him, and then he slowly moves his hips back, withdrawing from her mouth until the tip of his cock is between her lips. He moves his hips again, a little faster, forward and back, sliding his cock in and out, faster and harder until he is fucking her mouth.
He twists his fingers tighter into her hair and pushes forward, pressing his cock into her mouth as deeply as he can, reveling in the feeling as she fights to not gag. He pulls out a little, letting her take a breath, then shoves himself into her throat again, holding her head in place with her hair. He pulls back again, waiting for her to suck in a ragged breath and pushes once more, holding himself as deeply inside her mouth as he can, holding her hair tightly to she can’t move. He smiles as he feels her stop trying to pull away, as he feels her throat relax and accept him, and he slowly pulls back, sliding out of her mouth and releasing her hair. He kneels in front of the machine, looks into her now eyes, now glassy and wide, and says, “Good girl.”
He loosens the rope gently, rubbing her ankles and wrists as the rope is removed. He trails kisses from her ankle up the back of her leg, nipping lightly at the welts on her ass before tracing the line of kisses up her back to her neck. She shivers as his lips touch her already sensitive skin.
He carefully helps her to her feet, holding her close and feeling his desire grow at the touch of her skin on his. He takes her face in his hands and lifts her chin, kissing her tenderly. “Time for the next machine, little one,” he says and leads her around the path, stopping at the fly machine. He places the towel on the seat and helps her sit down, tieing her hands to the handles. He puts the pin into the weight stack at the heaviest weight, ensuring that she can’t move her arms and then steps back. He kneels in front of her, leaning close and kissing her lips as his fingers brush over her skin. He leans down, brushing his lips over her nipples as his hands glide down to her thighs, stroking lightly.
She shivers as his lips touch her nipples, and yelps as she feels his teeth on her. Willingly, she opens her legs as his fingers stroke her thighs, and she arches her hips towards his fingers as they move closer to her center. He moves his hands over her inner thighs, moving closer but not touching her pussy, pulling back every time she pushes her hips closer to him. He straightens his back and kisses her neck as his hand moves closer and closer, finally brushing his fingertips down her slit. She gasps and arches her back at the touch, and he bites her the base of her neck where it curves out to her shoulder.
Her gasp becomes a moan as his fingers touch her more firmly, and her moan fades to a sigh as he pulls them away again. He kisses her ear softly, and then whispers, “Don’t come, little one. Not until I say.” She groans her understanding of his command and he kisses her mouth to quiet the groan.
He traces his finger from her knee up her thigh and continues, following the contours of her body, letting them lead him to where she wants him to touch her. He dips his head down and kisses the base of her throat as his finger find the wetness between her legs and slowly push inside. His free hand caresses her breast as his mouth captures hers once again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his finger. The sensations threaten to overwhelm her, pushing her closer to orgasm with each passing minute.
He continues his assault on her body and senses, watching her respond to his touch, waiting for just the right moment. As he feels her body tense in preparation for orgasm, he stops and leans back, not touching her at all, only watching. For a moment, there is silence: neither of them even breath, but the silence is broken by her moan of disappointment.
He smiles at her, leaning forward and dropping his head lower, kissing her thighs and then biting. She closes her legs around his head as his teeth mark her flesh and he reaches up quickly, slapping her leg to remind her to keep them where he put them. She slowly opens her legs again, and he turns his head, pushing forward until his mouth finds her pussy, already wet from the evening’s workout. His tongue follows her lips, lightly touching and teasing, up and down, until it brushes her clitoris. She jumps at the expected but surprising touch but quickly rolls her hips forward, pushing her pussy towards his mouth, but he backs away, maintaining only a light, teasing touch.
He pulls back, looking into her eyes with a smile as she begins to voice her disappointment. He holds her eyes with his as he slowly moves his mouth closer to her, a little at a time until his tongue is almost touching her pussy again, and then he waits. He waits until she begins to move her hips again, and as she rocks her hips to get closer to his mouth, he moves that last little bit, covers her clit with his mouth and gently sucks. Her hips begin to buck, pushing against him as he sucks harder and flicks the tip of his tongue across her clit. He watches her face as she tries to hold back her orgasm, stopping in time for her to follow his instructions.
He stands up and kisses her, his tongue sliding between her lips allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, and then unties her wrists and helps her to stand up again. He walks her around the path past a few machines until they get to the reclining leg press, and he helps her to lie on her back on the pad. “Keep your feet on the floor for a moment, little one,” he says as she starts to pick her feet up to put them on the foot plate. “I need to make a quick adjustment.”
He puts the pin in the weight stack at the lightest setting and then opens the bag and pulls out some pieces of wood, some tape, her strap-on harness and a large dildo. He uses tape to hold a stack of several pieces wood on the footplate, and then arranges the harness around the footplate and the wood blocks. “Now put your feet up here, little one,” he instructs her. She lifts her feet and places them on the foot plate. He takes the dildo and lines it up with her pussy. “Now lift the weights.” He puts the dildo into the harness lined up so the tip is barely touching her pussy when her legs are straightened.
“Let it back down slowly, love,” he says, and she slowly bends her knees, moaning as the dildo impales her. “Ah, good. That will do. Now, little one, it’s time to work those legs.” he tells her with a smile. She looks at him, her eyes wide, waiting, but he only watches her until she begins to move her legs. Each lift causing the dildo to slip almost all the way out of her cunt, and each return pushing it back inside of her.
“This is a low weight, little one, so do three sets of twelve to fifteen.” She looks at him, her eyes begging, asking what she dares not voice. “And,” he continues, “You better not come until I give you permission.” He counts her repetitions through three sets, and tells her to lift one more time when she reaches the last one. He kisses her mouth and whispers, “Good girl,” in her ear before removing the dildo and allowing her to relax as he removes his additions to the machine.
He puts everything but the towel back into the duffel and then helps her up from the pad. “There is one more we need to visit tonight, lover,” he says as she leans on him to stay upright. He helps her to the next place on the circuit: The free leg-lift. He holds her up while she steps onto the foot bars and puts her arms on the pads. He stands in front of her and says, “Now, little one, you need to lift your legs.”
She lifts her legs up and he moves in close enough that his body is touching hers. He steps up onto the foot bars slowly. “Put your legs around me, lover,” he whispers. She slides her legs around his waist as he touches his cock to her wet cunt. “Let yourself down just a bit now,” he breathes in her ear. She relaxes her arms as he stands up straight, sliding his cock inside of her. He looks into her eyes and kisses her as he begins to rock his hips. She uses her legs to pull him deeper inside of her, working her hips to meet his thrusting. He feels her body begin to tense as the evening’s play threatens to overwhelm her. He thrusts faster and harder, pushing her towards the climax he has been denying her all night, watching as she does her best to hold it off, as she does her best to obey. He bites her neck just under her ear and grins as she moans, and then when he feels that she is as close as she can get without losing control, he whispers in her ear, “Come for me, little one.”
Her body shudders and her legs tighten around him, pulling his cock deeper into her pussy as the orgasm washes over her like a wave. He waits for the shuddering to slow, for her body to relax a little, and then begins thrusting again. He bites her neck and shoulder as she works hard to hold onto the frame. He feels himself coming close to his own orgasm and kisses her mouth before asking, “Are you ready for another one?”
She nods, and he rocks his hips faster, thrusting into her pussy as fast as he can now. He feels his orgasm start to build, and knows he can’t hold back any longer. He whispers through ragged breaths in her ear, “Come with me, little one,” and he kisses her. Her body shudders and stiffens again as another orgasm takes her. He feels her come and allows that to push him over the edge into his own orgasm.
They stay there for moments that feel like hours, holding the feeling of being completely one as long as they can. He feels her arms begin to shake from holding herself up, so he carefully steps down from the frame and helps her down. They sit on the mat, touching and kissing for several minutes as she gets her balance back enough to stand.
As he helps her back to the locker room, he turns and asks, “Did you like this workout, lover?”
Dragon Mage
