Control Freak

by Sophia Vice

  But his words keep me going.

  “Come on, baby. Let me see what this body can do,” he says huskily, his flogger softly thudding against my pussy as I do my squats.

  On the final squat he whips me hard, the flogger landing squarely on my clit, and shockingly, it makes me come. “Good girl,” he croons as I collapse onto the ground, shuddering with the pleasure. The endorphin rush is incredible—my core clenches as my abdomen ripples, all of the pain from working out so hard transforming into white-hot sensation.

  He watches me as I tremble on the workout-mat, his eyes dark and satisfied.

  “You came without permission,” he states, his voice quiet.

  I pant, staring back at him. My mind has become totally soundless. I can’t even muster up anxiety that the night might not be over.

  “Since you’ve already been punished enough tonight, I want you to run an extra mile at the gym tomorrow,” he murmurs, kneeling down next to me and wiping some of my hair away from my sweaty forehead. I want to argue, but I have the wisdom to keep my mouth shut.

  He leans in and kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with passion.

  I’m still mindless from my orgasm, and I react automatically as my blood re-heats. My hands snake around his shoulders so that I’m holding the short hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down so that he can kiss me more deeply. I groan as his hands slide over my naked, sweat-slicked body. He palms my sore ass, and I make a noise that’s more animal than human: a low whine.

  “On your hands and knees,” he orders roughly, his hands flipping me over on the exercise mat.

  His muscular thighs part my legs easily, and before I even have a moment to process his thick length is sliding into me. He doesn’t warm me up but takes me in one thrust, making me cry out in discomfort as I try to squirm forward to give myself room to adjust.

  He doesn’t allow it, his hands wrapping around my hips like steel bands. “Take it baby,” he growls. “Every inch.”

  I moan as he thrusts into me rhythmically, his wide girth stretching me painfully even as the stimulation drives me towards another peak. His balls slap lewdly against my clit as he drives forward. Sweat continues to drip down my face, down my arms, down the valley of my spine. He drags a hand down my back sensitizing my damp skin before he reaches down to smack my ass.

  “You’re fucking filthy,” he grinds out, his voice hoarse, and I can tell that he’s right there with me. Beyond the edge, in a world of flesh, pain, and extreme sensation.

  “Fucking fuck me,” I yell hoarsely, trying to push back on his length. I’m so gone I don’t even know what I’m saying.

  He smacks my ass again, and I cry out, my voice broken. “You want to be fucked, slut?” His hand grips the nape of my neck, and I feel like an animal. “You don’t tell me what to do. I fuck you how I want. Your pussy is so fucking tight. You love it. Don’t you?”

  He smacks me again, and I pitch forward, but his hands draw my hips back onto him with unforgiving strength.

  “I love it,” I gasp, chasing my orgasm. “Please. Please can I come?”

  “No.” His voice is iron, but he speeds up, pushing into me so hard I feel like he’s trying to consume me.

  He get’s even harder inside of me, and I try to hold back, but I can’t.

  We fall over the edge together, and I can feel him spill his seed inside of me as my core clenches, milking him of every drop. Afterwards both of our bodies are shining from exertion, and his damp forehead rests against the curve of my upper spine.

  “That’s two miles tomorrow now, bad girl,” he finally murmurs, breathless.

  I laugh.

  15

  Kyle

  Like so many mornings recently, I wake up feeling like I’m in a fantasy life. Clear, bright light is streaming through the bedroom window, making it seem like some kind of heavenly sanctuary. I’ve been living with Adam for three months now.

  Adam is still asleep next to me, his strong, masculine features peaceful as he breathes slowly. It’s rare for him to still be asleep. Normally he wakes up before me.

  I stretch, feeling sore from yesterday’s leg strength training day. It’s incredible how much my body has changed already. During the first month it seemed like nothing was happening at all; I was working my ass off but the fat wasn’t budging. Then, suddenly, everything shifted. I felt stronger and faster in the gym, got over my sugar headaches, and the fat started slowly but surely melting away. Adam reassured me that it would happen, but I didn’t believe it until I saw it.

  Every day it seems like I look a little different in the mirror. My legs and arms are toned from working out, and even my face looks slimmed. My butt has gotten rounded from doing things like squats and deadlifts, and I look strong.

  I don’t feel like shit all the time like I used to. Something about all the water and veggies has made me crave sugar less, and I sleep like the dead. My skin is clearer, and my mind is too.

  All the while things with Adam have deepened. He makes love to me, slowly and leisurely, every morning. Sometimes he just licks me patiently until I come. Then, every night, he uses his closet of silk ties and tools of pleasure to take me to new heights of ecstasy. If I’ve been bad, then he punishes me—but I’ve grown to crave it. I like how he puts order into my life and holds me accountable. He takes all of the stress away.

  He’s also, surprisingly, a romantic. He takes me out to dinner all the time, and we’ve gone on a few hikes on the weekends. It’s nice to experience nature. I had literally never gone hiking before Adam. Other nights we just chill on his big sofa and watch movies, telling each other our life stories during the credits.

  We have a few dinners at our house and my brother, his fiancé, and their co-worker Chris and his husband all come. It fills my chest with warmth. This is the life I want: one filled with activity, love, friends, and family.

  It would be a blissful, perfect morning, except for the awful truth that I don’t want to face. The clock is ticking down, and I know that once I’ve gotten a job I will probably have to move out.

  I know I should talk it out with Adam, but I don’t. I feel guilty for side-stepping a full confrontation about what’s going to happen once I get a job, but I just can’t look the reality head-on just yet. I know when I got myself into this that it was a temporary deal: Adam would let me stay at his house until I got my health and finances back on track. Once that goal has been achieved, I have to move out. Then we can date and our relationship can take a more normal progression. When I moved in he implied that he would want me to stay, but how can I know that for sure? After all, he has a heart of gold, and I was having health problems. Maybe he’s too uncomfortable to tell me that I’ve overstayed my welcome.

  After all, we had only dated for practically a day before I moved in with him. It’s what most people would call insane.

  And yet, the idea of going backwards and living separately breaks my heart. All of the incredible intimacy, attraction, and peace we’ve built together feels like a bridge that’s been built too fast, and might crumble once put to the test. What if, once I move out, Adam becomes distant? What if he doesn’t feel as strongly as I do about him, or I’m just a casual thing, and he will be relieved that I’m moving out? Oh god, what if he secretly resents my being here?

  The questions bog me down, when all I really want to do is lay in bed, content as I watch Adam sleep.

  It’s too bad that I know this fantasy has an expiration date, and all of the uncertainty is pressurizing my search for a career. He tells me he doesn’t care if I choose to go back to school or find a job, but either way I need to start working towards a goal now that my health is under control.

  I try to do as he says, and I take career aptitude tests online and look at job listings, but besides working out I have nothing to do during the day. All of the career options are completely overwhelming. Should I be in the sciences? But I hate math. Maybe something more creative, like graphic design? But I hate the id
ea of a desk job.

  I’m crippled by all of the possibilities, and I find myself spiraling back into the depression that caused me to lose my university scholarship in the first place.

  I’m worthless—directionless.

  Sometimes Shauna comes over and we hang out, but that’s about it. It’s boring, and my days are filled with dread that I will never amount to anything. Compared to Adam, who lives and breathes his company, I feel like I have no purpose.

  All I know is that I’ve fallen hard for Adam. I love him, but what if he never loves me back?

  I stare at his face, his old-world handsomeness reminding me of what I imagine Apollo or Achilles would have looked like. His jawline is strong, the shadow of new stubble lining his chin.

  His eyes suddenly open, and a smile curves across his face. “Watching me sleep?” His voice has that sexy just-woke-up rasp.

  I can’t help but smile back. “Maybe.”

  “I think you were, you little minx.”

  Suddenly I’m flipped onto my back, and his strong thighs slide between my legs as his hands intertwine with mine. He draws my arms over my head, and I arch my back, using his domination as an opportunity to stretch my sore muscles. My breasts curve into the strong planes of his chest as he leans in and kisses me thoroughly, his tongue exploring me like he has all the time in the world. He gently nips at my lip with his teeth, causing me to make a small noise of pleasure.

  “That’s right, baby,” he rumbles. “I have what you need.”

  I let him fuck me, let him drive away each restless thought with each toe-curling thrust until we both reach our pleasure.

  Lily looks at my stats on her iPad. “This is just incredible,” she murmurs. “Really amazing. And, congratulations, the tests showed that you are no longer anemic or pre-diabetic!”

  “Hooray?” I take a sip of my black coffee.

  I still miss my sugary syrup and whip, but I know that my cravings will always be second to my health.

  Lily doesn’t pick up on my sarcasm. “Yeah, hooray! That’s awesome. And your weight is excellent.”

  “Thanks to you.” I smile at her. I still feel bad about misjudging Lily at the beginning. She’s an incredibly big-hearted, warm person, and I can see her becoming a good friend.

  “Seriously, Kyle. Your dedication has really impressed me. I’ve never seen anyone tackle their health like this. You have the perseverance of an Olympian.” She beams at me from across the table.

  “Thanks.”

  Right at that moment, I hear a voice that sounds familiar. “Kyle!”

  I turn, only to see Shauna running up to the table. We had planned to meet and go shopping, but not for another half hour, when my meeting with Lily was supposed to be finished.

  “You’re early!” I say, as to not make Lily feel awkward. I get up and give Shauna a hug.

  “Sorry,” she apologizes, looking curiously at Lily, “should I come back? I can always sit at another table and browse Instagram or whatever until you guys are done.”

  “No! We’re done anyway.” Lily waves a dismissive hand in the air.

  “Shauna, this is Lily, my nutritionist.”

  “God, that is so cool! You’re like a celebrity with your own nutritionist!” She ribs me playfully before she looks at Lily. “Nice to meet you.”

  “Likewise,” Lily replies, rising gracefully to her feet. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I guess this is our last meeting, Kyle. I don’t think you need me anymore.”

  “I guess so. Thank you so much for everything,” I say, suddenly feeling a little sad. I really like Lily, and I’d like to get to know her better. Suddenly making a decision, I grab her elbow before she can leave. “Hey, would you maybe like to go shopping with us? We’re just going to the mall, nothing fancy. Just looking for some budget finds.”

  Lily turns back towards us, breaking into a smile. “Sure. I’d love that.”

  It turns out that Lily is a riot once she’s relaxed and not in her ‘professional’ mode. We decide that we’re going to keep hanging out as friends and make plans to meet up at a bar next week.

  Back at Adam’s house, I try on some things I picked up at Forever21 and H and M, but I know that I only have literally a few more dollars in my bank account. I’ve been selling off stuff in my storage unit on eBay, and that’s been enough to supply any eating out I do with friends since the rest of my overhead is covered by Adam.

  True to his word, he hasn’t been my sugar daddy. While he very occasionally will gift me something small, like earrings, he hasn’t showered me with brand-name purses and clothes. Everything I want I buy with my own money.

  But I’m still ashamed of how I look standing next to him in my mostly worn-out clothes. I want to get my own job so that I can hold my own. I want to be successful, like him.

  Plus, there’s that ticking clock. Lily made it clear that I now have a certificate of health. It’s time for me to get a job, grow up, and move out.

  My lower lip trembles even as I put on the new dress that I bought.

  I don’t want to leave Adam, but I can’t overstay my welcome. There are only three words that might convince me that he really wants me here:

  I love you.

  16

  Adam

  I’ve never been the kind of guy that downplays things or lies to myself. That’s why I can say with honesty that the last three months have been fucking amazing.

  Kyle is so sexy I can’t keep my hands off of her. I think about what I’m going to do to her and with her all day while I’m at work, and we usually have two or three rounds the moment I walk in the door. Sometimes we’re kinky, and sometimes we’re vanilla. Usually depending on if Kyle’s been a good girl or a bad girl.

  Lately, however, things have taken a turn. Kyle’s adjusted to her new fitness routine, and she goes to the gym and cooks good meals for herself while I’m at work, but all of the excitement and pride I saw in her has suddenly evaporated.

  I’m not sure why—is it something I’ve done? Why has she become so distant?

  The idea that there is something between us or that she is harboring a secret is driving me up the wall. I’ve been waiting for her to say something to me, but she’s been quiet whenever I engage her in conversation.

  Is the bloom just off the rose for her? I was just beginning to see a Kyle free from binge drinking, free from her destructive habits—and I am already in love with her. I’ve just been waiting for the right moment to tell her.

  I ponder all of this as I finish up some last minute emails at work. Finally finished, I gather up my things. I have my own office, but sometimes I like to work in the big space that everyone else works in.

  “Going home?” Jason asks from somewhere behind me. He and Chris are the only ones still around, and I turn, spotting them by the espresso machine.

  “Yeah. Kyle and I have dinner plans.” I shift my messenger bag on my shoulder.

  Jason gives me a thumbs-up. “I like to hear that you’re treating my sis right. And will you tell her to respond to my text? I asked her whether or not she would join me and Julia next week for dinner. I’d really like for them to get to know each other more.”

  “Can I come too?” Chris interjects.

  Jason shakes his head. “The whole point is for the two of them to get to know each other. You know, immediate family only?”

  I laugh. “I’m not going to be the middleman here. And Chris, why don’t we all go out to brunch tomorrow morning?”

  Chris claps his hands together. “I love brunch! I’m going to text Ricky right now and get back to you.”

  Jason and I both exchange an amused look. Chris and his partner Ricky are not subdued gay guys, to say the least, and sometimes Chris’s excitement over small things is contagious.

  “Well, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I wave as I head out the door. As soon as I’m outside my smile falls from my face.

  Things just don’t feel right when I know that something is bothering Kyle.
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  I arrive home to find Kyle on her laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration.

  “What are you up to?”

  “Looking at jobs,” she mumbles, twisting a lock of hair with her fingers.

  I put my bag down and join her on the couch. I put her laptop on the coffee table and draw her into my lap, kneading her shoulders.

  “I know I told you to look into what you want to do next, but there’s no pressure. You can take all the time you need to apply for jobs or university. Or maybe you would like to work for my company?”

  She snorts. “Your company? I think that our relationship would go against HR policies, don’t you think?”

  “Hmm. I guess so, but maybe it would be worth the risk? It would be pretty hot to have you right under my nose.” I lean into her, smelling her neck. “I could fuck you in the supply room.”

  She giggles, but the way her thighs shift gives away how turned on she is by the idea. “You’re terrible.”

  “The worst,” I rumble, my hands roaming her body. It’s insane how much her body has transformed already. She is still curvaceous with her luscious ass and breasts, but her abdomen has become trim and her muscles defined. It’s fucking hot.

  I scoot out from underneath her so that I can get on top of her. I cage her in with my arms and legs, my forearms supporting all of my weight so that I’m hovering in a plank above her.

  She looks at me with her eyes wide as she bites into her upper lip. I know her well enough to know what this look means: kiss me.

  Obligingly, I lean in and kiss her, feeling like I want to eat her alive. She tastes delicious, like sweet caramel.

  After a few minutes of making out I disengage, raising my head above her. Her hair is mussed and her cheeks are flushed as we both catch our breath.

  “What’s bothering you, baby?”