“Of course you will, my beautiful muscle god, because you’re my perfect sub.” He smoothed his hands down my arms and stopped to squeeze my biceps, pupils dark with lust. “I want you to exercise for me, Rookie. Get on that mat and stretch. Show me your ass in the air. Tease me.”
There was no way in hell I was going to say no to that order. I nearly tripped over my feet in my rush to obey and fell to my knees on the soft yoga mat. Keeping my back straight, I resisted the urge to glance at Judge as I began stretching. I started by lying on my belly, my hard dick pressing insistently against the softness beneath me, and then I pushed the top half of my body up on straight arms, while keeping from the waist down flat on the mat. My back arched, lengthening my spine and warming up the muscles in my torso.
My skin prickled, and I was very aware of the way Judge stared at me without needing to look at him. I felt like a meal he was waiting to inhale, and damn it, I wanted him to eat me just as bad. The feather traces of a touch caressed the flesh on my back, and I sucked in a deep breath as he tickled his fingers up my spine.
“So fucking beautiful,” he purred out, crouching beside me. “A piece of art. Unattainable. Perfect.”
I gritted my teeth to stop from shuddering, while my dick throbbed. He tied my stomach in knots and I couldn’t get enough. I wantedmore.
“Stretch, Rookie. Work that body. I need you nice and limber.” He stepped away, and as disappointed as I wanted to be, the distance gave me room to breathe.
I moved through my typical stretches, aware of his eyes on me, and tried to keep my focus on what I was doing. Every time I shifted into a different position I made sure I had my back to him so I couldn’t watch him. He was quiet except for his breathing. My heart punched at my ribs, knowing every move I made had him lusting after me.
“Get on the weight bench,” he finally said, voice gruff. “Don’t put heavy weights on the bar.”
I sucked in a deep breath and slowly pushed myself up to my feet. I glanced at him and the air was punched out of my lungs again—he stood close by, naked, his solid dick in his hand. I didn’t know when he’d undressed, but I preferred him like this, his golden skin bare for my hungry gaze. He stroked himself slowly, smirking as he cupped his balls. His chest rose and fell with his quick breaths and the sight made my mouth water.
I stumbled my way over to the bench, swallowing the excitement that lodged in my throat. The weights were stacked on either side of the bar, but I only slid twenty pounds on each end. I lay down on the bench and took a deep breath. My dick made a sizeable bulge in my sweatpants and it was increasingly difficult not to tug them down and stroke myself. I kept focused, closing my eyes briefly before opening them again so I could start lifting the bar. The familiar, repetitive movement took barely any effort, but I didn’t want to hurt myself while Judge did whatever he’d planned.
A few minutes after I started he moved until he was above my head, legs spread on either side of the bench and spotting me like he had at the gym. This time, though, he was naked, his dick curled up toward his belly with his balls hanging loose and close to my face. I tilted my chin back, but he clicked his tongue at me.
“Please?” I whispered, desperate for a taste.
“No.” He reached down to caress my cheek. “Do your sets. Are you even keeping track of what you’re lifting?”
I silently cursed him but focused back on the task at hand as best as I could. I pumped the bar up and down, counting the reps. Once I reached twenty, I glanced at him, waiting for orders, but he winked and said, “Another set.”
After sixty reps I’d barely broken a sweat. My muscles didn’t ache, but my dick did. Judge stared at my biceps, precum beading at the slit of his erection. He enjoyed everything he saw and that only made the scene hotter. I dropped the bar into the cradle of the hooks on the support poles.
“Please?” I asked again, begging. I stuck out my tongue to swipe across my mouth and shifted closer to his legs. “Please, Sir.”
“What do you want?” he growled out, crouching slightly so his balls hung right above my face.
“Let me help you with that.”
“You can.” He pressed his fingertips to my forehead before I could jump up to suck at his sack like I wanted. “Don’t touch my cock. I want your mouth on my balls, and then I’m going to fuck you. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” I moaned out, andfinallyhe removed his fingers so I could bury my nose against his sack. I inhaled him—he smelled fresh, the tangy scent of sweat and cum in the air. Everything about him was addicting and I couldn’t get enough. He lit up my insides and set me on fire.
I gently sucked one of his nuts into my mouth, groaning around the heaviness. The salty taste exploded on my tongue. I wanted more. I tilted my head back farther and carefully took the second one in along with the first, reaching backward to grab his thighs and show him my throat like a good sub. He grabbed my neck in a tight grip, not enough to cut off my air, but more than enough to make me feel the strength in his hold.My Dom.
“Good boy, suck me,” he whispered in a tone that reminded me of a tiger, deep and soothing, yet as dangerous as a wild animal. I was the prey and he was the predator. “Fuck, I want to come on your face.”
I moaned around him, pleading, but he shook his head and pulled away, taking his yummy sack with him.
“No. I want to fuck you, come inside you. What do you think?” He ran a hand over my chest and down my belly as he made his way around the bench.
“Yes.Fuck. Please.”
He tickled his fingers across my hip and down my thigh. “You’re so sexy, Rookie. Hold that bar on the rack, don’t let go. Am I clear? If you let it go, I’ll punish you.”
Fear and pleasure sizzled through me. How would I be disciplined? Ialmostwanted to know—but not yet. I craved his dick inside me. Raising my hands to the bar, I stared at him as I curled my fingers around the cool metal. My mouth was parched as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweats and tugged them slowly. Too slowly.
“Lift your hips,” he ordered, and I did so immediately.
He slid the pants down, then stopped to remove my shoes with a wry grin that I couldn’t help but return. After he tossed my socks over his shoulder, he pulled the pants completely off my legs, leaving me bare and my dick slapping against my abs, where it sprinkled droplets of precum. The smirk on his face had me trembling in anticipation. He ran his hands down my furry thighs, nails scratching my skin, and a ripple of lust shot straight to my balls. I wanted to come so bad.
He stood and I held my breath, afraid he’d disappear on me, but he went over near the sink to grab a packet of lube. When he came back, he shook it at me. “Is this all we need, baby?”
