"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. My arms are just jelly, and I followed the momentum. I promise, it was an accident."
"It's fine, kitten. I'm kinda," I panted around the loss of air, "impressed, actually," I finished. Finally, I was able to stand upright as my breath returned to me. "It's nice to see your claws, kitten. I knew you had it in you." I smirked. She folded her arms, her shock and anxiety over hitting me melting back to her anger.
"Why, I outta—"
"You, outta what?" I breathed out, cutting her off as I stalked forward into her personal space. I didn't know why I was doing it. This had bad idea written all over it, a horrible idea actually, but my body had decided to take matters into its own hands and was no longer listening to me. Her breathing increased at my proximity, only making it harder to resist as her perky breasts raised higher with each inhale. Her cleavage became a beacon to my lust, and I zeroed in on my target.
"Well, kitten," I purred, "just what are you going to do to me?" Licking my lips, I didn't give her time to respond as I held her trapped in my gaze. "Hmm. I want to hear all the filthy things your little brain is telling you," I demanded, wrapping a strand of her raven hair that had fallen around my finger.
I was banking that I would either piss her off and she'd quit, push her to give in to the things I could see in her eyes, or scare her and she'd leave. All options sounded reasonable at the moment, but my hard cock screamed for option two.
"You make me…"
"What do I make you?"
"Stop interrupting me and let me finish speaking, asshole!"
"Why, what's so important you have to—"
Her lips crashed into mine, and I growled out with relief she'd given in. She tasted of salvation, and I wanted to drown in her grace.
The kiss was aggressive, and we both fought for dominance, if the smashing of lips and teeth were anything to go by. Growling again, I bit the bottom of her lip, yanking her body into mine. A soft gasp left her, spurring me on even more. I was no longer consciously thinking about how bad this would be and only powered by sexual desire to make her mine and satisfy my urges to dirty her pristine image. It was part lust and part revenge against all she stood for and represented.
I ground my hardness against her, feeling some relief, but not enough. My hands roamed over her, grasping her hips. I lifted her, needing more contact. I could feel her slightly damp skin as I smoothed my hands down to her plump ass. The fact she had this ass was criminal. Bracketing my arms under her cheeks, I moved until I slammed her back against the wall, our anger for one another fueling our passion.
Dropping her legs back to the ground, I turned her, pressing her breasts against the wall. Her gasps combined with her moans, and I wanted to consume them all. Rubbing my leaking cock against her ass sent wicked visions I'd been denying myself and wanted to do to her. Loren was sin wrapped in an angel's body I wanted to worship.
"Kitten, your mewls are adorable, but show me your claws. I want to feel the burn."
She whimpered in response as I wrapped my arm around her body, skimming her waistband with my fingertips. Driving them under the band of her yoga pants and panties, I found the treasure I sought when my fingers grazed her hot pussy. Loren's gasp at the pressure spurred me on as she rubbed her ass into my hard dick. Kissing down her neck, I plunged two fingers in as I released her breast from its contraption with the other.
I wasn't gentle as I consumed her. I twisted her nipple, and when she moaned loudly, I wrapped my hand around her throat, bringing her face closer to my lips. Dominating the kiss this time, she was forced to submit to me in this position. Her dripping wet cunt was soaking my fingers as I thrust them in and out, twisting up as I went. I felt her legs begin to quiver as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, owning her.
Pulling back, I kept my hand on her throat as I watched her come undone. When I felt her start to cum around my fingers, I fell headfirst into the pits her eyes held. They were dilated and wide as she watched me, and for a moment, I felt vindicated and powerful. All these rich men were walking around swinging their big dick energy all fucking day, but I was taking what I wanted for once. I was getting my fucking cake and eating it too.
It would be a good story she could tell her friends as she gossiped around the barre class. She would quit kickboxing now, and I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. I’d be able to focus on getting out from under the pile of shit I was currently in, and she'd be gone finally from my head.
Leaning down, I kissed her briefly again, nipping her lip some more. Her body was pliant after her orgasm, and I was about to suggest moving to the locker room for more privacy to finish when I saw it—a tear. Something about that single tear, trapped in the brim of her eyelid, disturbed me, and almost as if a bucket of ice had been poured over me, I jerked back away from her.
She watched me, confusion in her stare, as I released her throat and pulled my hand out from her pants. Her pussy had hugged my fingers so tight, I was almost coming in my pants from the thought of what she'd feel like around my dick.
But that Goddamn tear… Rage filled me, and instead of comforting her, I lashed out. What did she have in her perfect life to cry about? Too much money? Not enough attention from daddy? The one time I'd chosen to get mine, and she had to ruin it with her emotions.
"Happy now, kitten? Hmm. Did you make your little trainer fantasy come to life? Well, that's all you're going to get from me. You can leave now. The lesson's over."
Turning, I walked away from her before I said anything else. I wasn't sure if it would've been more hate or if I would've broken and held her in my arms. With each hateful word I spewed at her, that single tear had been joined by a silent stream of them down her cheeks, breaking everything I had left inside of me. I was a fucking asshole, there was no pretending anymore, but at least now, she knew it too.
I pushed through the locker room doors, tugging off my shirt as I went heading straight toward the showers. My whole body felt as if it was on fire and itching from the inside out. I didn't like it or know what to do other than try to wash off the encounter. Turning the knob, I cranked it up all the way on the hot setting. Discarding the remainder of my clothes, I stepped into the scalding heat as I let the water burn me, accepting my punishment. Taking my hard as steel cock between my hands, I tugged aggressively at a punishing pace, needing relief but not deserving to enjoy it.
Her kitten mewls and the feel of her body would forever be imprinted in my memory, and as much as I hated to admit it, I fucking wanted her. And not for the bullshit reasons I thought before. I didn't want her just so I could punish her or get her out of my system.
No… I wanted her because, despite all the things she represented, she wasn't any of them. I think I knew it from the start, I just hadn't wanted to believe it. But from the moment I'd locked eyes with her sad ones, I'd been captured. And if things weren't black or white, and I couldn't separate the likes of her and me, then I had to acknowledge she had pain too, forcing me to take responsibility for my own.
I would be the villain of my own story.
I had it right from the beginning. She was the salvation I didn't deserve. It would be better to stay far away from kitten before I destroyed us both. It was obvious now. I was the type of man to cause her tears, not take them away.
Resolving to let her go, I envisioned her body one last time as I came with a strangled grunt. My cum washed down the drain taking with it any hope I had of redemption.