Chapter 64


    Thest ce I thought we would end up is at the local gym, but had I thought about it, I should have


    known this is where he would take me. Where else do you go to hit stuff? It’s not a big gym, but it looks


    as though it focuses on boxing more that weightlifting. I don’t want to lift heavy stuff, I want to hit stuff,


    so this ce is perfect. I’m assuming he searched online for a gym in town that I would benefit from.


    He’s so thoughtful, that it makes me wonder if all Doms are this way or is it just the boyfriend side of


    him. Either way, I love him more for it.


    Before starting, he takes each of my hands and wraps some sort of bandage looking strip around my


    knuckles, hand, and wrist on each one. I’m then brought over to a little ball-looking thing that hangs


    down, which he keeps referring to it as a speed bag or something. Jace shows me how to use it, and I


    don’t know what interests me more, the boxing equipment or the fact that his biceps bulge as he hits it


    continuously. I bite down on my lip as I watch him very intently.


    “Keep eye fucking me like that and I’m going to take you right here, Precious.” He warns with a slight


    growl.


    Ince at him and give him my sexiest smile, “I never knew how hot boxing could be, Sir.”


    “Boxing or the guy doing the boxing?” He raises a brow and smirks.


    I sweep my eyes up and down his body, taking in the loose


    basketball shorts that he’s wearing. The outline of his well endowed man part is visible with his every


    move. Moving my eyes back to his upper body, there isn’t an ounce of fat to be found. If his body alone


    doesn’t make a womane, then there is something seriously wrong with her. What I want to know


    though, is when did his body change? I remember him being lean, but not bulky. Now, all I want to do is


    worship his body and let him do all the deliciously dirty things that he wants to do to me as I beg him


    not to stop.


    “The guy, definitely the guy…” I lick my lips.


    He lowers his voice down so nobody can hear him, “Okay, my greedy little whore, get that cute ass


    over here and start punching this bag. You don’t get to have my cock until we get back home.”


    “You just threatened to take me right here,” I pout jokingly, “Now I have to wait until we get home?”


    Jace groans, “You’re killing me here, Precious. Do you want to hit shit, or do you want me to fuck shit;


    it’s your decision.”


    I giggle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be good.”


    For the next hour and a half, Jace shows me all of the boxing equipment and I take my frustrations out


    on the punching bags. Now that I know how to punch the long punching bag, I have time to think about


    the call from my dad and the main reason we are here. It feels so good to be aggressive and act like


    I’m hitting each one of their faces every time I throw a


    punch. I can’t believe that they got off the way they did! What about me? Am I chopped liver? Do my


    feelings not count for anything?


    I continue to punch the bag aggressively, throwing in a kick here and there. My focus is on one thing,


    hitting the fucking bag in front of me until I’m satisfied that each one of their faces are caved in. I’m


    grunting and growling with each hit, and my limbs are growing tired. I can’t feel sweat rolling down my


    front and back, but I still don’t stop.


    Finally, I feel armse around my waist and pull me back as I start to kick out with my legs, trying to


    hit the bag one more time, “Shh, baby. Stop, it’s okay.” I hear Jace’s husky voice in my ear, “Don’t hurt


    yourself over them, they aren’t worth it.”


    The flood gates finally open up, and Jace turns me into his chest and lifts me up. Wrapping my legs


    around his waist, he moves us over to a bench where we can sit, and I can take a moment for myself. I


    take more than a moment, though. He lets me cry it out in the middle of the gym. Not too many people


    pay us any attention, they are here for one thing, and it’s not to watch a guy soothe his crying girlfriend.


    After about ten minutes, I remove my wet face from his neck and look at him. He uses his thumbs to


    wipe away the wetness from my face, “Feel a little better?”


    Inod, and then wipe my tears from his neck. Good thing he took his shirt off when we got here. I give


    him a small smile, “I feel a little better, but I will feel much better if you would take me home and finish


    making me feel better.”


    The corner of his mouth kicks up, “What did you have in mind, Precious?”


    Lowering my voice, I lean towards his ear, “I want you to make it hurt really good. I want to reach


    subspace, Sir. Can you do that for me?” | can feel his shaft twitch below me.


    “I think it’s time that we get the fuck out of here, right now.” He stands up and I slide down his body,


    being careful of the huge bulge now tenting his shorts. He unwraps my hands and then grabs our


    things. Not caring that others may see his hard on, he leads me across the gym and out the front door.


    We just barely make it to the car when he gets behind the wheel and moves his seat all the way back.


    He pulls his monster from his shorts and motions for me toe to him, “You are going to ride it right


    now and you are not going toe.”


    My heart is racing with excitement as I nce around the parking lot, “What if someone sees?”


    “Don’t fucking worry about it. If they see, they see. You can’t get your master hard like this and then not


    take care him when he demands it. Now, take off those shorts and fuck yourself on me.”


    I’m already throbbing from his dominance, so I do as he says and take my gym shorts off. With onest


    look around the parking lot, 1 straddle hisp and his hands go straight to my hips. Using my hand, I


    grab his girth and ce it at my entrance, and very slowly start sliding down on him. I watch his facial


    expression as I take him into my body. It feels so right having him inside me like this, like he was


    always meant to be here. He bites his lip as he watches his shaft disappear. Once I’ve slid all the way


    down, he closes his eyes and holds me in ce briefly, as though he is savoring the feel of being deep


    inside. From this position, it does feel like he’s deeper


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    than he’s ever been. I don’t ever get to ride him, so I’m going to enjoy this.


    “Okay, Precious, have at him. Ride me like you want me.”


    And I do. I start off slow, trying to get the right angle, and then I increase my speed. Soon I’m bouncing


    and grinding on him like it’s thest time we will ever be together. I move just how he likes it, moaning


    and groaning as he starts rubbing my clit. It doesn’t matter how sweaty I am, he lifts my top one


    handed and takes a nipple into his mouth. His nips and bites drive me crazier and soon I’m fucking him


    like an experienced porn star.


    “Do you like that, Sir? Do you like it when I take you deep into my pussy?” I don’t know where these


    words areing from, but I can’t stop them from spewing, “God, Sir, I love the feel of your fat cock


    inside me!” I bite my lip and then look him in the eye.


    He’s dropped my nipple from his mouth and he’s just gazing at me, eyes full of lust,“Jesus, E, you


    sound so fucking hot when you talk like that. You need to talk like that more often. Come on now, your


    master needs to fill you up, fuck me good, baby.”


    cing my hands on his shoulders, I fuck him as hard as I can, making hime really hard in less


    than thirty seconds, “Yes! God Sir… fill me up! Give me all of your cum!”


    “Fuck…” he grabs my hips and holds me in ce as he thrusts hard up inside of me. I throw my head


    back, enjoying the feel of him releasing his hot seed deep inside of me. I struggle to hold my own


    orgasm from happening, but I do. “Damn, Precious… what the fuck was that?” He rests his forehead


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    against my chest, letting me run my fingers through his hair.


    “I don’t know, Sir. I just got so turned on; it was like I wasn’t myself.” I try to exin but I didn’t


    understand it myself.


    “I’m proud of you for noting after all of that. I’m not sure how you held off, but I’m going to reward


    you when we get home. You were such a good girl, I’m very pleased with you.”


    A warm feelinges over me when he tells me this, and it’s like a huge weight has been lifted from


    me. I love hearing him tell me that I’ve pleased him, it makes me strive to do it even more, but then


    there are the times that I want to be naughty so I will be punished. Good girls get rewarded and


    naughty girls get punished, but I act naughty so I can be punished because that is a reward for me


    also. It can be confusing to some, but to me there is a clear difference between wanting to be his good


    girl and wanting to be his naughty girl. It’s the times when I really do make a mistake and disappoint


    him that I don’t like, and I try my hardest not to do that.


    As we take the elevator to the top floor, Jace asks, “Are you ready for this, Precious?”


    | already know what he means by this question. As soon as we step into our apartment, we will resume


    our D/s roles, only! want it to hurt, so it’s going to get rough, “Will you be able to do what I need, Sir?”


    He stares at me for a moment, “I can do what you need, but know that I will stop if I feel that it’s too


    much, just like I did


    | smile and nod as I wrap my hand around his wrist, not to stop him from caressing me, but to keep him


    doing it for a little bit longer. When the elevator dings and stops on our floor, he drops his hand.


    “You will go straight to the yroom and strip. You will then take the Nadu pose and wait for me to


    come to you.”


    “Yes, Sir.”


    Right before he opens the door to the apartment he cups my cheek, “I will try and make it feel better,


    E. I love you.”


    “I love you too, Jace.”


    He kisses my forehead and then unlocks the door, holding it open for me to go through first. I head


    straight for the room only I don’t wait to start stripping. My first naughty girl offense. Pulling my top up


    and over my head, I nce seductively over my shoulder at him as I drop it on the floor. I sway my hips


    as I start pulling off my sports bra, too, but I don’t look back this time.


    Entering the room, I finish undressing and then kneel as instructed. He isn’t long, just long enough to


    change into the gray sweatpants that he knows are my favorite ones on him. Hees to stand in front


    of me but waits to say anything.


    I’m kneeling here, dripping from my core already, knowing


    what is going to take ce and I can hardly wait. I need this, I need it to help with the pain of feeling


    like I’m not good enough, like I’m not important enough. I need it to help take away the fact that a judge


    thinks it’s okay for four people to gang up and assault me, touching me without permission. Jace knows


    what I need, he knows how to make me feel good, and that’s one of the reasons why I trust him to do


    this.


    “What’s your safe word?”


    “Pineapple, Sir…”


    “How do you safe word if I gag you and you can’t speak?”


    “I snap my fingers, Sir…”


    “Good girl. Now, we need to talk about what you want to happen while you’re in subspace. Do you want


    me to end everything, or do you want me to fuck you and make youe?”


    “Can I let you know once I get there, Sir?” I ask, “I don’t know how I will feel at that time.”


    “No, we discuss it beforehand because you will not be in the right frame of mind once you are there. If


    you’re not sure, then I will just go straight to aftercare.”


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    “What do you want, Sir?”


    He walks behind me and starts putting my hair in a braid, “I would like nothing more than to fuck your


    tight little ass, but that’s me. This is about you and what you need, Precious.”


    “But what if what I need is to want to make you happy, to give you what you want, Sir.”


    Hees back around and squats down, looking me in the eye, “It pleases me that you want to make


    me happy, but once again, this is for you, not me.”


    I know what I want, and if I remember right, thest time I was in subspace felt amazing, like I was


    floating on air. Why not let him take my back hole while I’m in that state, it’s not like it’s a hard limit for


    me.