When we left the club it was morning, early, with the sun just beginning to come up. I could barely walk. Jim and Atlas, helped me to the car. They had fucked me all night. I was almost delirious. We got to Jim's car and Atlas helped me into the back. He laid me down on the back seat, came close to my ear and whispered,
"Call me Chris. This isn't good for you, what you're doing. You deserve better."
He kissed me softly on the lips and got out.
The next day, I could barely move without feeling the stretched soreness of my ass. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. I had really lost my self in this wave of lust and desire. I decided to try and end the situation with Jim. It could wait, as I needed to rest and not be around any men.
The next day, I had classes and struggled quite a bit. I was still sore. I think my performance that day, made up my mind, that I was done with seeing Jim. I went to the studio after class and decided to stretch and work out a bit, while I waited. I took my time, really working the barre and limbering up my sore muscles. I felt him, before I saw him. His hold on me was very strong. He walked over to me, with that familiar look of lust in his eye. I was shaking under his gaze.
"Hi Chris. How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay Jim. I'm pretty busy, working on my routines for finals. I really have to focus now. Which is something I want to talk to you about."
"Sure, go ahead," he said looking at me with a questioning smirk.
I found it disarming, so I looked down at my feet at first and then, taking a deep breath, looked up and told him I didn't want to do this anymore.