Chapter 1
As you walk back to your apartment, you can still feel your heart pounding in your chest. The workout was tough, but you no longer are quite as winded as you used to be. Progress! You open the door and walk in, idly swinging it shut behind you. Dropping your gym bag, you stretch towards the ceiling, feeling your muscles begin to relax. The door latches behind you, but unexpectedly you hear the deadbolt slide home.
"Stretching like that does fabulous things for your tits."
Your muscles suddenly tense, you drop your arms and snap around. I am standing between you and the door, my hand still on the lock.
"W-what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to come again," I say with a smirk, "Is there a problem with that?"
"It's over. You know that. We agreed that everything was even and you wouldn'tβ"
"It's not over until _I_ say it's over!" I growl, walking up to you. My broad shoulders block your view of the door. I grab you near the elbows, pinning your arms to your sides.
"And after what happened, I want it over. And over. And over again."
With that I lean down and kiss you hard and full on the lips. My tongue shoots out, lashing yours. Your surprise prevented you from closing your mouth, and now it's too late. My kiss is hot, hungry, and raw. Despite your shock, you feel yourself reacting to it. Part of your mind flashes back to hot, wild nights of passion. Frenzied fucking, toys, saran wrap, handcuffs... your knees begin to weaken.
The rest of your mind rebels, however. You break the kiss.
"No. No! I told you it's over. You said you were done, we're even. I've made it up to you already."
Pulling you tightly against me, I growl, "We're not even and you know it. But you've certainly made it up."
You can feel my crotch grinding against your thigh, my cock already hard and swelling.
"Now it's time to relieve my discomfort. I can tell you want it; you're heart's racing and you're already breathing heavy."
You look up at the none-too-pleasant smile on my face. "I, I was working out..." you weakly offer.
"Heh. Working out? Well now it's time for a real workout. But first let's see if the gym's done you any good. Lose the shirt." I release your arms and push you back a step.
"No, please... Just go..." you whimper, eyes downcast, placing a hand on my chest.
"Now." I twist your wrist just to the point of pain. "Unless you really want to see me upset."
A gasp of pain escapes you as you shake your head. I let go of your wrist and give you a moment to rub it.
"The shirt."
You nod and strip it off, tossing it aside, your eyes still on the floor.
"And the sports bra. C'mon, I wanna see if the gym is doing you any good."
You glance up as you reach to pull off your bra. My eyes are greedily focused on your cleavage, already burning.
It is a sensual relief to peel off the hot, constricting Lycra of the sports bra and you can't help but give a sigh of relief as your breasts fall free into the cool air.
"See? Doesn't it feel good to do what you're told? Now, how about that stretch again. It really does do wonderful things for you."
You reach your arms upwards without much enthusiasm, hoping this humiliation will end soon, hoping I don't want what you know I do.
"C'mon, Rach, you can do better than that!" I taunt, grabbing your wrists and pulling them higher. "That's better. Now stretch, enjoy this."
You hold the stretch and feel my hands slide down your arms, feeling the muscles in them. You hope that the hours in the gym have done enough. My hands glide down across your chest and cup your breasts, lifting and rolling them.