[Recap: While trying to get his wife pregnant, Aidan has come up with a game to spice up their love life. It appears to be harmless enough, so Rosa reluctantly agrees. This round is orgasm denial and Rosa has the upper hand, planning on teasing Aidan all weekend. But is her luck about to run out?]
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ADVICE AND TEMPTATION
Aidan is in the storeroom rearranging the exercise weights when Jaden finds him.
"Your two o'clock is here," Jaden calls from the doorway.
Aidan grunts and slides a storage box back into place. Jaden doesn't wait around and is gone by the time Aidan turns around. He's the new kid and knows when the boss is cranky.
Aidan straightens out his shirt and heads out to the reception desk. The last thing he wants to do today is a one-on-one. He can feel how edgy he is. He's been surprised by just how much the cock cage has impacted his mood. He can feel the weight of it hanging off him, and in the back of his mind there's something that he's only just started to figure out. Most cages were plastic, but Rosa had paid the extra and gotten this one; she wanted something more substantial. Was it over-engineering, could it have been a back-handed compliment from his wife that she thought he would need steel to keep his manhood in check? Or was this part of some larger plan she was cooking up? Was she dreaming up some way of repeating this exercise in future weeks, locking him up again until his balls were blue and overflowing, so she could milk him like a fucking bull with that tight little pussy of hers at the goddamn correct point in her cycle?
Standing by the reception is a petite woman in her late thirties. She has mid-length hair, dyed blonde and styled expensively. Her name is Cassidy Hayes and she has the money to upgrade herself from the yoga class twice a week for a personal training session. Her husband is some big shot, Aidan seems to recall, and she's got two kids. She wants her old body back, the one she had when she first met her man, before she gave birth twice. She's no different to twenty other women that come into the gym in that regard. Aidan forces a smile.
"Mrs Hayes," he says, "Ready to go?"
She's got dark brown eyes, like his wife, and about the same height. He suspects that if she ever grew her hair out, it would be brunette. Her expensive exercise-wear shows off a good body and he looks her up and down. He knows she likes this.
"Keeping it up, I see," he says.
She smiles and does a little pose for him; they have a good rapport. She has a yoga mat slung under one arm and a little backpack over her other shoulder to hold her towel, a water bottle and a change of clothes.
"Feeling good," she replies, "Though I've got to be done by three to get the kids from school."
Aidan nods and says, "Rapid burn it is. You ready for some cardio?"
Aidan leads her towards the running machines, but she pulls close to him.
"Actually, I have something else in mind, and I want a straight answer."
They stop in the middle of the floor and he waits for her to elaborate.
"What do you think about my muscle tone?"
"It's excellent, Mrs. Hayes, like I said you're keeping it pretty tight."
She wrinkles her nose and suddenly Aidan remembers. "Uh, sorry. What do you mean, Cass?"
She had previously asked him to not call her Mrs. Hayes, so he'd settled on Cass since her full first name seemed still too formal. She wants to be informal, and with his brooding he'd forgotten. He realises he needs to focus.
"I was thinking," she continues, "Well, more like I was reading about these women that go in for body building."
He can see she's nervous. She's beginning to feel foolish.
"You mean the hard body look?"
"Yeah. I mean, no. Not full hard body, but I... uh."
As she falters, Aidan steps in. "You mean not full sculpted, a little softer?"
She nods. "Maybe I need to pick something more realistic though."
Aidan can see she's confessing something to him. There's a reason she's asking.
"Tell me something Cass. Do you want to look good in the mirror?"
"Yes."
Aidan smiles. "Well, you already do. You know you look hot, right?"
She's a full head shorter than he is. He knows her well enough to know she usually enjoys the flirty banter, the fun of having a connection, but this time as he looks down at her, he can see her expression is pensive. She's opened up to him, vulnerable, and for some reason it calls to something deep within him.
Immediately, he is aware of the cage and his mood starts to darken. He fights it; he likes Cass and if she's getting something off her chest she deserves his full attention.
"Look, the first step is assessing where you're at now. Let's get you in front of the mirrors and take a look."
"I'm probably over-dressed, though, right? Let me just go change real quick."
Before he can respond, she's heading to the change rooms. He can see the nervous energy in her walk. Aidan goes over to the weight rack and begins to pick out a set of dumbbells to train with, trying to distract himself from his own issues, willing himself into a better frame of mind. Cass is one of the good ones, he reminds himself. He always gets along great with her. They can banter; in their sessions he can just relax and enjoy it.
"I'm back."
Aidan turns to see Cass standing behind him in a set of skin-tight shorts and a sports bra. Her body is no match for Rosa's but she's trim, with mid-sized breasts pushed up by the sports bra into a little valley of cleavage. The sight of her body so close to his is absolutely not what he needs right now.
Aidan manages to find his voice. "Okay. Good. Uh, how about we start with biceps? Let's get the blood pumping."
Instantly, he is reminded of his trapped cock, and regrets his choice of words. Cass takes the dumbbells and begins a set of curls facing her reflection in the mirror. Aidan stands behind, his hands on her upper arms. He can feel her muscles moving under the skin; he can also feel the pressure beginning to build between his legs. It was a self-reinforcing cycle: once he was conscious of his trapped erection it begins to swell, which makes him more conscious of it. He glances down at himself briefly in the mirror and can see the unnatural bulge in his shorts. Then Cass glances down too. It looks so obvious: surely she can see it as well?
They move on to the weight bench and Cass lies down. Aidan stands over her head, spotting the weight bar as she begins a set of repetitions. He's watching her pectorals flexing, but realises to his embarrassment that it looks like he's just staring at her breasts.
