I pull back and stare at him. “Oh my god. More working out!”
“Do as you’re told, peaches. You’ve been skimping on arm day.”
That’s a scurrilous lie. I couldn’t skimp on any part of my workout around him, and he knows it. Shooting him my sassiest look, I get down on the floor in a plank. Dom takes his time getting up from the sofa and removing the rest of his clothes. I can feel his eyes on me and I know he’s enjoying himself.
“Hurry up, my arms are getting tired!”
Dom swats my ass. “Don’t be bratty just because you want cock.”
I make a scoffing noise. It doesn’t sound very convincing. I so want cock.
I hear the rip of a condom, and then he kneels behind me on the floor and takes my thighs in each of his big hands, lifting me. I feel the stiff tip of his cock against my slippery entrance, and try to wiggle back.
“Hold still, peaches, or you’ll tip us over.”
He’s agonizingly slow about it, pushing just the tip of his cock inside me and then withdrawing again.
“Daddy, please,” I moan, wanting him to fuck me hard.
“Not thinking about your arms now, are you?” he asks with a chuckle.
I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think of him for that, and he impales me fast and deep. Immediately forgetting the bratty thing I was going to say, I press back against him and close my eyes, loving the feel of him pounding me. I can’t get enough of it.
He hooks an arm under my hips to support my weight, and then uses his free hand on my clit. It’s blindingly intense. My climax gallops through me wildly, and I come with a shout.
Dom’s only a moment behind me, thrusting hard and deep as he comes, all the power of his body behind him.
We collapse onto the rug together, panting and hot, and Dom pulls me against his chest, and says, as if we’re at the gym, “Good technique, babygirl. Excellent stamina.”
“Oh, ha-ha,” I say, grinning lazily up at him. “How’s the gym going?”
Dom fists his hands through my hair, letting the strands run through his fingers. “Good. Really good, babygirl. My trainers are happy. My clients are working hard. I almost didn’t dare hope it could be like this.”
I rub the tip of my nose against his chest hair, smiling. “I’m so happy for you.”
“You gave me the confidence early on that it would actually work. Thank you, peaches.” He keeps stroking my hair, then a moment later he whispers, “I love you.”
I look up at him, a bright hot feeling burning in my chest. He looks back at me frankly, the golden lights burning brightly in his brown eyes. “You do? Oh, daddy. I love you, too.”
He kisses me tenderly. When he pulls away, I add, “Even when you make my arms ache.”
Dom shouts with laughter. “There’s my bratty little girl.”
We lay together in silence for a while. I listen to his deep breaths and enjoy him playing with my hair. My mind wanders over pleasurable thoughts of Dom and I being together, and me painting again. Everything would be perfect if only I had more time to work on what I love.
“I have an idea,” Dom says suddenly. “You can say no. It might be the worst idea ever, but hear me out.”
I look up and search his face, wondering what he’s thinking, but finding no clues. “What is it?”
“What you were saying earlier about having more time to paint has got me thinking. The gym has a website with a blog, but not much is happening on there yet. I need someone to manage our communications and social media. That place is crammed full of doms, but it’s subs who are our clientele. They might respond to your voice more than ours. What do you think?”
The article I wrote on Dom Fitness got loads of hits on Hotbed and was our most popular article that month. I know for a fact that it sent a lot of new clients Dom’s way, and knowing that I was able to do that for the new gym-goers and the gym itself was the best feeling.
“That’s an incredible idea! And you mean—you want me to do it? Manage the gym’s social media and write blog posts?”
“Yes. The hours can be flexible. If you want to paint in the morning and work in the afternoons and evenings, that’s fine by me.”
I twine my fingers through his. I could totally do that. Writing about Dom Fitness would be so much fun.
“Working together and dating. We’d be pretty crazy to do that, you do realize?”
“Oh definitely. We’d be breaking so many unwritten rules. How does it feel?”
“Delicious. I love breaking rules.” I look at him through my lashes like a femme fatale.