Wait for me in the towel room after close. Wear these.
What he’d found inside… The whisper of linen and the clink of steel¾the curves of hard metal as sensual in their way as the soft fabric¾had made his skin jump and shiver. Who knew this about him? How had he given himself away?
He’d pumped hard at the weights, surreptitiously studying the others in the room. Every eye that roamed the flex of his muscles, that lingered on his body while he stretched, felt like a slow finger drawn through the slick film of his sweat. He pumped until his bones creaked, but the promise in the blue velvet was an ache that penetrated deeper still.
Did he dare follow the uncompromising command in those lines? How could he when he didn’t know who would come to him?
But obviously, someone knew him.
While the gym closed, all the fluorescents flickering out, he lingered in the shower. His soapy hand over his chest made his nipples pucker, and lower… No, he wasn’t allowed to do that pumping himself.
He jammed his palm against the cold water handle and thrust his head back under the spray so that every part of him hardened against the insistence twinge of desire. Damned if he knew who was summoning him, but he wouldn’t go all meek and mild.
Not until he had proof of this would-be lover’s strength of command. Then, then they’d see…
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Vowed in Shadows
Turning off the water, he stepped out of the shower and looked down at his cock that was stretched up, loaded like a heat-seeking missile. He let the water run off his hard, aching body. If he didn’t have relief soon, he would have an erection that lasted longer than any Viagra warned about. Grabbing a towel, he soothed it down over his body. How easy it would be to jerk off and let his cum spray over the expanse of the lockerroom. But that would be a damn waste – he wanted more.
In his mind’s eye – he could envision the object of his dark fantasies – the hot, smooth skin, the play of muscles beneath his fingertips. God, he was horny! Stroking his hungry cock, he promised himself that whoever was waiting for him would get more than they bargained for. They would get all they could handle – because he was hot, hard, hung and ready for action.
The lights flicked out one by one leaving only a soft glow from the “night” lights in the background. The shower was dim as if only a few candles were lit in the large area but without the flicker a true candle would give.
His body tightened with anticipation as he heard the unmistakable sounds of heels on the concrete floor. His breath beginning to become deeper, if he could give off a scent it would smell like anticipation. She finally came into focus in the dimly lit room. There was no mistaking this mysterious figure was a woman.
She was no “average” gym goer. This woman was extra curvy, with curves in all the right places. He felt himself become complete hard as he looked her over. He had a thing for heels so he started there. The soft supple leather boots were black with six inch spike heels that ended mid-thigh with creamy white flesh peeking out before her leather dress started. The dress looked as if it were made of the same material as the boots it hugged the curve of her hips and soft round stomach her waist curved in. She was an hour glass only with more sand in the glass. Her large voluptuous breasts nearly spilling out of the top.
Part of the dress acted like a corset pushing her breasts firm and high putting them on display for him to see. Her face was slightly round with the most sensual lips he had ever seen. Her lipstick a deep scarlet red that matched her long manicured nails. He jerked slightly thinking of those lips wrapped around his manhood leaving a scarlet trail as her nails dug into his flesh leaving a different kind of trail all together.
Her long honey blonde hair was pulled into a thick pony tail that reached her waist. She stopped a few feet from him and he realized she was 6’5” with those heels on. He went a little weak in the knees. She closed the gap her voice soft but unyielding. He looked up at her…..”Kneel”, she said.
He instantly dropped to his knees, no thought of whether this was what he wanted or not. His body complied before his brain could join the party.
As his knees hit the tiled locker room floor, he breathed, “Who are you?”
“Tonight, I’m your mistress. And you will not speak again. Now nod your head like a good boy to show you understand me.”
Obediently, he nodded, how could he disobey such a sultry voice? He was rewarded with a soft swipe of her tongue along his cheek, right before she slipped the gag into his mouth.
ohGodohGodohGod Ronnie couldn’t believe she was doing this. She’d watched him for months at the gym, and everytime he’d come to the smoothie stand she ran, he barely noticed her. But she’d noticed him. And tonight, she’d make damn sure he remembered her.
Ronnie had been planning this for months. She’d spent time researching, picking out what she felt would be the perfect toys to bring in to play. She’d spent even longer learning all she could about Ronnie from afar. Usually a bundle of nerves, her high heeled boots and other guise gave her an heir of confidence.
She looked down upon him kneeling at her feet and involuntarily licked her lips as she gazed upon the glistening hard expanse of his body that she was moments away from exploring. Tonight her fantasies would become a reality.
Demanding that he stand, she backed him up into the corner of the room and place his hands behind back. As soon as Ronnie snapped the cuffs to, she noticed his cock jerk. Good. he wanted this on some level as much as she did.
*****
He was shell-shocked. He stood gagged, cuffed, and hard as granite. Although unable to recognize his mistress at first, upon better inspection he realized it was the hot little piece from the smoothie stand. He’d pretended not to pay any special attention to her, but the truth was he’d been drawn to her from the moment he saw her. He’d had a hell of a time keeping his desires at bay and not pursuing her. The problem was he’d always thought her a shy little kitten far to angelic for the types of games he liked to play. But as luck would have it, his sexy vixen had turned the tables on him.
As she adjusted his gag and maneuvered him into a position she was satisfied with, he grew tense. Her hot breath followed by light little licks were burning trails in their wake as she went from his neck to his nipples. He watched as she begin to kneel down making her way south. As her perfect red lips inched to where he needed them the most, all thought left his mind. He knew this was going to be the first of many pleasured filled times that they would share together.
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