Training Maisy

by Samantha Morgan

  Then every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked, and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.

  With his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”

  Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment, she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”

  Maisy immediately started going up and down, mindlessly counting to try to distract her brain from the pressure of his thumbs just right around her aching sex but never quite on it. She got to thirty quickly, then powered through to thirty-five and then forty. But began to slow as she approached forty-five, but a quick swipe across her sex and adrenaline coursed through Maisy’s body as she completed the whole set, her body covered with a faint sheen of sweat, and her abdominal muscles feeling like they would cave in at any moment now. But all Maisy could think about was if he was going to fulfill his promise and help her ease some of the ache. Then she held her breath as she watched him lower his head, till she could feel his hot breath on her stomach. His fingers slid into the elastic of her shorts and then he dragged them off, just enough to expose her pussy, wet and hot and achy, to his watchful gaze. This time there was no preamble, no thinking or waiting, he just speared his tongue into the aching depths, going in and out as he fucked her aching center. He reached out and licked the wet folds, his lips sucking them in before he took them into his mouth.

  Maisy gasped out loud as she was thrown into a sea of pleasure like she had never felt before. She felt her orgasm begin to approach and bucked into his mouth as she sought to bring it on as fast as she could. But just when she was about to come, he withdrew his tongue and stood up, walking to the small dispenser in the corner of the room and bringing back two bottles of water. Maisy stared in shock, not believing what was happening. She was just on the verge of having the biggest orgasm of her life, and he was handing her a bottle of water. If she’d been alone, she would have slipped a finger into her shorts and finished the work herself; hell, she wanted to do it now. But she knew it wasn’t the same, and there was no way her finger could come close to what Carter’s tongue could do.

  Frustrated, she grabbed the bottle from him and gulped it down, then glared at him. He didn’t even acknowledge her look, just moved on to where the dumbbells were kept on a rack. Maisy stalked to the weight rack, too; knowing the process, she picked two dumbbells and started doing her arm curling exercises. She powered through the whole session with the adrenaline coursing through her body from her failed sexual fulfillment.

  By the time they were done, her bones ached enough that her arousal was now a little dulled. She was still horny, but not like before, and she was already starting to feel the ache in her muscles. She knew that cardio was the next session and began to walk towards the stationary bikes when she felt him grab her by her waist, lift her up, and then turn her till her back was resting against a wall. Between her legs, right on her sex, his erect cock lay, and he thrust against her slowly. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, then began to slowly rock his hips into hers, the friction from their clothes rubbing against her pussy and making her wet.

  Then he dropped her but didn’t let her go, just covered her body with his. He bent his head and kissed her, his hands going under her shirt to palm her breasts over her workout bra. Kneading and pressing the mounds, with his tongue in her mouth and his thighs rocking her between her legs. Maisy kept her hands by her side, knowing instinctively that he would let her know when she could touch him. As it was, she was barely keeping her legs from folding under her as she felt waves of pleasure rock through her body from head to toe. He reached between them and slipped his hands into her shorts, his thumb sweeping across her fully engorged clit. Maisy moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck. Carter placed one hand under her chin and lifted her head up till he was staring directly into her eyes. His other hand still inside her pants, still rubbing the aching folds of her pussy. Soon Maisy felt it again, the impending arrival of her climax. Then again, just right at the threshold of her orgasm, Carter withdrew his fingers.

  Maisy swore as she looked up at him, feeling the frustration written across her face. Carter, on the other hand, looked as if he couldn’t care less what had just happened. Then, as Maisy watched, he lifted his hand, the one that had just been teasing her pussy to an orgasm, and slipped each finger into his mouth. Maisy’s pussy clenched, and she felt a small trickle of wetness slide down her thigh. Then in the most arrogant voice, she’d ever heard from a man, Carter said, “Come on, baby girl, get on the bike and start pedaling.”

  Maisy stalked to the bike and climbed on it, looking over her shoulder at Carter, who seemed content to just stand where he was and watch her. She started pedaling, slowly at first as she always did, then increasing her pace at every interval. All the while aware of Carter, who had come to stand beside her, his presence a constant thrum she felt between her legs. She didn’t know if this was a game to him, but she knew at that moment she had never been more frustrated in her life.

  Yet, in a way, she loved the feeling of knowing he was totally in charge of her sexual gratification. She knew he was rewarding her for how much effort she put into her workout. But thinking of the time he spanked her, she realized that she loved getting punished, too. Loved it so much she wondered what would happen if she suddenly wasn’t cycling so fast. She had barely slowed down when she felt the crack of his paddle on her thighs. She immediately sped back up, then after a few minutes slowed down again, and again felt the crack of the paddle . . . this time on her ass.

  For about forty-five minutes, Maisy tried to keep up the pace. And each time she slowed, she felt the crack of the paddle. Then suddenly, Carter’s hands encircled her from the back, and this time he reached for the hem of her shirt and drew it off. Her bra followed next, then his hands came and covered her breasts. His thumb flicked across her nipple, and Maisy moaned loudly. He withdrew and stepped back, and Maisy didn’t have to be told before she got down from the bike, mindless of her semi-nude state, as she followed him to the middle of the room. Carter used his mouth on her nipples, sucking, biting, till Maisy couldn’t help it any longer.

  “Please, Carter,” she begged.

  “Please what? What do you want, Maisy?” he asked in a voice that had gone guttural with arousal.

  “Please make me come. I want your cock.”

  He withdrew from her breast and came up to look at her. “Sure, but first . . .”

  Then he proceeded to drag her to the floor and took the rest of her clothes off. Spreading her legs, he latched onto her clit with his lips and sucked hard, spearing his tongue inside her pussy. Maisy placed a hand on his head as she bucked against his mouth. He
licked and sucked, his tongue tunneling in and out of her wet heat till finally she felt it come again. But this time he kept at it, till at last her orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train, and her scream as she came sounded just as loud. She was still riding the wake of her orgasm when she looked up to see him taking off his shorts to join her on the floor. She barely got a look at his erect cock before she felt it nudging the entrance of her pussy. He glanced at her, then bent and kissed her. His tongue entered her mouth as he penetrated her. He was big, achingly so, and his first few thrusts were slow as he sought to get her accustomed to his girth.

  Maisy soon needed him to go faster, and she communicated this by grabbing his ass and rocking into his hips. He began to thrust faster and faster, his weight resting on his palms while he quite plainly fucked her. It was rough, it was animalistic, and Maisy was sure she would have a sore back after. But soon, she felt another orgasm approach as Carter also began to up his tempo, the lines on his forehead showing he also was on the brink of a release. Then she came, and this time, her whole world exploded in an array of colors as wave after wave of blinding pleasure wracked her whole body, her nails digging into Carter’s ass. Above her, she heard him grunt as he also came, slamming his cock into her fully till he was buried balls-deep. He stayed that way for a few minutes, then after a while rolled over and got up. Reaching down, he carried her into the bathroom in the inner office where he proceeded to show her, when it came to stamina, he wasn’t just good at lifting weights by making her come two more times.

  Chapter 13

  “Why are you smiling like that?” Chloe asked Maisy as they took their seats in a restaurant. It was late in the evening, and they had just gone shopping together. Maisy had spent her money on some new outfits, noticing that some of her clothes were feeling loose enough that she needed new ones. To say that she was ecstatic about her new transformation would be an understatement. She hadn’t yet gotten to her target, but she was feeling confident, and it showed. She knew much of it was thanks to Carter. Actually, all of it was thanks to him. Everything he did led to her burning calories; some things more than others. It had been three weeks since they started having sex — hot, steamy, kinky sex — and sometimes Maisy almost still couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed getting spanked, being dominated, and the way he leaned in close to her ear and made something as innocuous as telling her to go really low during pushups sound really, really dirty.

  “Something tells me I’m the only one sitting at this table,” Chloe’s voice broke into her thoughts, and Maisy looked up with a guilty look on her face.

  “Sorry, got a lot on my mind.”

  “Yeah, I noticed. And from the smile on your face, whatever it is you’re thinking about must be really good. But I know it’s not a guy because I haven’t seen anyone at your place. You aren’t seeing anyone, are you?”

  Maisy looked quite astounded at how fast Chloe had gone from what she was thinking to questions about her love life. Smiling a little, although she was still not sure where Chloe was going with it, Maisy said, “No,” then without knowing why, added, “had a nasty breakup a few months back. But I’m doing fine now.”

  “Good, because I want to hook you up with Aiden.”

  “No, no, no. No hooking up with anybody. Besides, I just told you I recently had a bad breakup. Relationships are the last thing I want to get into now.”

  “Come on, just hear me out first.” Chloe held out her hand. “Your breakup was months ago, right? And you’re perfectly over that now. And I think you and Aiden would be perfect for each other.”

  “Why?”

  “Because he’s hot,” Chloe said with a wink, and Maisy nearly scoffed at that, thinking to herself there was no way he was as hot as Carter. A quick picture of her tongue trailing across Carter’s rock-hard abs just two nights ago as she went down to wrap her lips around his cock flitted through her mind, and she smiled along with Chloe.

  “Sorry, but no can do. I’m kinda loving my life as a single woman and not ready to muddy my feet in the relationship pool just yet.” Maisy smiled mischievously as she took a sip of her iced tea.

  “Okay, I guess,” Chloe said, taking a sip of her own tea, realizing Maisy wasn’t budging on the subject. “So, what’s in that thing you brought with you? I already told you the food here is great, and you liked it just fine the last time we ate here.”

  Maisy looked down at the small cooler beside her and drew it closer to herself. “No, the food is great. But I noticed that they don’t really have many options on the dessert menu. So, I made some things I want to show the owner of the place. Was actually planning on showing him before we sat down, but I’m kinda nervous now.”

  “Why? Don’t worry. I’ve known Ralph since high school. Well, since I was in high school. He’s been here since, like, forever. Come on, let’s go in and see him.”

  “You sure?” Maisy asked nervously, wondering if maybe it would have been better to call first instead.

  “Yeah, I’ll just tell Gina to hold our table for us.”

  Maisy followed Chloe as they went to the back of the restaurant and into the kitchen, stopping on the way to tell Gina that they would soon be back. Immediately, Maisy was transported to when she worked in the kitchen in Chicago. The noise, the sound of pans and pots banging together, people yelling out orders and instructions to each other. She suddenly realized that, while she missed it all, she wasn’t ready to return to it.

  “Hey, Ralph,” Chloe greeted an elderly man who appeared to be the head chef.

  “Chloe,” he exclaimed, clearly happy to see her. “It’s been a while since you came out back to see me. How are your folks doing?”

  “Fine; even got a call from Ben last week.”

  “He called me, too. Told me he was having problems fitting in at that school of his. I told him to calm down and take it easy. He’s already great at the basics; the only things those guys can teach him is how to fancy it up.”

  “Thanks, Ralph.” Then to Maisy, “Ben is my brother. He used to work here before he got into a big culinary school in Chicago.”

  “Yeah, he was our pastry chef,” Ralph said.

  Maisy looked at Chloe, shock written all over her face. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

  Chloe just shrugged and smiled. “Didn’t see a need to.” Then before Maisy could interject, she said to Ralph, “So, this is my friend Maisy. She’s a pastry chef and wants to show you some samples.”

  “I know who she is” Ralph replied, shocking Chloe and Maisy.

  “How do you know her?”

  “Read her book,” he simply said. Then to Maisy, “Loved it. Even tried some of your ideas here in the restaurant.”

  “Well, I don’t really know how to respond to that,” Maisy gushed, feeling shy and almost not believing that someone here had actually read her book. “I’m flattered, I guess, and suddenly nervous.”

  “Well, I’m really surprised and kind of pissed you didn’t tell me you were a famous chef,” Chloe said, pouting a little.

  “Well, I’m not really a famous chef, and we can call it even for you not telling me about your brother.”

  “Okay,” Chloe grudgingly agreed.

  “Okay, so I brought three samples,” Maisy said, lifting the lid on the cooler, happy to see that the ice pack she had placed inside had done the job of keeping the treats cold. She brought out her knife and carved pieces of the first sample, serving them on foil for Chloe and Ralph. Then she watched nervously as they lifted their pieces to their mouths. Then she felt half-relieved as she watched Chloe’s eyes close in something akin to ecstasy.

  “Wow, this is amazing. You’re saying you can bake something like this, and I’m just finding out now?”

  Maisy smiled, but then looked at Ralph who, although he wasn’t vocal on his thoughts about the cake, was clearly pleased by it from the look in his eyes.

  “Already knew it was going to be amazing, but still surprised how good it is. Incidentally, you ha
d the job the moment you stepped into my kitchen . . . I just wanted to have a piece of your cake.”

  Maisy smiled at his comment, mostly with relief and because she was really starting to like him. He reminded her a little of Russell, the person she had worked under right after she got out of culinary school.

  “Well, you can have the rest then.” Maisy pushed the cooler to him. “I also have a three-ingredient lemon cake and a peanut butter carrot cake in there.”

  “Thanks; so, when can you start?” Ralph asked her, placing the cakes in the freezer.

  “Actually,” Maisy appeared nervous again, “I was thinking I could make them at my place. I have everything I need there and could maybe work out a menu with you on, like, a daily or weekly basis.”

  He appeared to think about it for a few minutes, then shrugged and said, “That could work. How about you come see me tomorrow afternoon, say around two, when business is slow around here, and we can talk all about it? For now, go and enjoy your meal; it’s on the house.”

  Maisy thanked him profusely as he led them back to their table, asking her about her last job along the way. She answered as best as she could, then thanked him again after he had seated them and motioned to Gina to bring their order out.

  “Don’t worry about it; I should actually be thanking you. Having someone of your caliber working for us means a lot to this restaurant.”

  Kissing Chloe on the cheek and reminding her to send his regards to her parents, Ralph made his way back to the kitchen. As he left, Maisy thought about what he said last and had to admit she was a little shocked he held her in such high regard. She had stopped seeking validation a long time ago when it came to her professional work, but hearing him say those things made her realize maybe she had allowed Eric to affect her professional life. After all, what other explanation did she have as to why she had barely stepped foot in a kitchen until now? Not willing to allow such bad thoughts to mar a night she was supposed to be celebrating, she turned her focus back on Chloe, who was gushing about how nice it was to have a famous friend.