Chapter 2

2.

Terrified that Sutton would notice, I scrambled up with a burning face.

"Coach, I need to use the locker room. I'll be right back!"

"Fine. Make it quick. No slacking off!"

Once inside, I checked myself, and sure enough, my lace panties were drenched.

I blamed Hudson for this. He had trained my body to be so sensitive, only to leave me starving for months.

One slap from a stranger, and I was falling apart.

The fire in my blood wasn't going away, so I pulled a small rose-shaped toy from my bag.

I sat on the bench and pushed it inside, turning it to the highest setting.

From my angle, I could see Sutton's reflection through the cracked door.

He was doing push-ups, his powerful arms rhythmic and steady, each descent accompanied by a heavy, guttural grunt.

I remembered the sting of his palm on my skin.

Did he like it rough?

I imagined myself kneeling before him, arching my back while he slapped me over and over, before finally claiming me.

The thought of his massive frame crushing me into the mattress made me lose my mind.

"Mmm... faster... Sutton... please..."

I gripped the edges of the bench, unable to hold back a moan.

My body went limp as the climax hit me like a freight train.

I was so lost in the pleasure that I didn't notice the shadow looming over me.

Then, I smelled the sweat. I bolted upright and looked back.

Sutton was standing right there!

His eyes were locked onto my chest, his throat moving as he swallowed hard.

In my haze, I had unzipped my top to touch myself, and my pale skin was completely exposed to him.

"Ah! When... when did you get here!"

I scrambled to cover myself, my face so hot it felt like it was bleeding.

Sutton's breathing was heavy, and his ears were bright red.

"I came to see what was taking so long. Get out here and finish your workout!"

He barked the order, but his eyes lingered on my chest for a few agonizing seconds before he turned away.

I fixed my clothes and rushed to the sink to splash cold water on my face.

Looking in the mirror, I saw a woman with messy hair and bedroom eyes, looking like she'd just been ravaged.

Was I really this desperate?

No wonder Sutton looked like he was about to lose control.

Knowing that a young, fit guy like him was affected by me gave me a strange surge of confidence.

When I walked back out, Sutton wouldn't look me in the eye.

He pointed toward the reformer bed.

"We're doing the leg press. I'll strap your feet in. It'll stretch you wide, which might be tough. I'll be here to support you."

I nodded, but my eyes drifted down to his shorts.

Ever since he caught me in the locker room, a massive tent had pitched in his pants.

It looked bigger than anything I'd ever seen.