Trainer

by Jenna Rose

  It’s just endorphins, I told myself, but I didn’t really believe that. I also didn’t want to believe that it was somehow possible that I was falling for a man I’d only just met.

  “I’m close, baby,” Chase told me as he pounded away, switching to deep, long, deliberate strokes that shook my entire body.

  “Yeah? You’re gonna come?”

  “Yes,” he growled. “I’m going to unload inside you.”

  Inside me!?

  I knew what a girl who was thinking rationally would say in response to that—and maybe I wasn’t thinking rationally, or maybe I knew exactly what I wanted and needed—so I simply smiled, reached back between my legs, and grabbed hold of his taut balls and squeezed.

  “Do it, baby,” I told him. “Do it.”

  Chase’s strokes came quicker now. He held my ass tight with both hands and my tits swayed with each thrust.

  “Are you on the pill?” he asked me.

  “No,” I whispered back.

  He didn’t respond, but I could practically hear him smiling.

  “So fucking tight,” he groaned. Somehow his cock grew inside me like it had done in my throat before. He was about to explode and I wanted it so badly.

  Breed me…

  The thought came out of nowhere, shocking me with just how primal I felt, wrapped up in the moment and lost in the presence of the most dominant, masculine, powerful man I’d ever met in my entire life.

  “I’m gonna come,” he growled, driving his cock as deep as it would go. A sting of fresh pain ran through me, stimulating me even more.

  “Come in me,” I told him.

  “I’m gonna come,” he repeated, louder this time. My own orgasm rose up, bloomed like a white heat. I was right there and knew exactly what it was that would push me over the edge.

  “Come, baby!”

  “Fucking take it!” he cried out.

  Chase’s thick cock exploded, and as the first jet of his hot cum sprayed inside me, I came too.

  “I’m coming!”

  We went off together, my body shaking against his as he shot his seed, officially claiming me as his and setting my world on fire. My orgasm slammed into me again and again, causing every muscle in my body to tense up.

  His cock throbbed in my cunt, and I felt my own juices and some of his spill out of me and drip onto the floor beneath us. Chase growled, squeezed my ass, and buried his inches inside me so deep I thought he was going to burst out of my tummy.

  “That’s it,” he groaned as he draped his body onto mine and flattened me out against the cool marble floor. “You’re mine now, baby. Mine.”

  “Yours…” I repeated, barely able to speak. “All yours.”

  I reached back and touched him. His body was flaming hot and his chest heaved against my back as he panted like he’d just finished a hard workout. A thin layer of sweat coated his body and he smelled even more like the man he was.

  He leaned in and I turned my face to accept his kiss. It was gentle, a lover’s kiss, like we were about to go to bed for the night.

  “I could fuck you all night,” he whispered.

  “And I could let you.”

  “I’ve never felt so good in my life,” he told me. “And if you think I’m going to ever let you go now, you’re wrong.”

  I opened my eyes and looked back at him, feeling his hard cock still resting inside me.

  “What would make you think I’d want to go anywhere?” I asked him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Cady

  I was still tingling as I stood in Chase’s insane rain shower and let the warm water spill over my body. I could feel his hot load still inside me, sometimes occasionally dripping out onto my inner thighs, reminding me of the incredible moment we’d shared together—if you could call it a “moment.”

  It was more like a mind-blowing experience, a life-changing event, a star going supernova, or the world’s biggest fireworks display.

  I’d given myself over to a man who’d taken me in ways I hadn’t even known I’d wanted, and I knew that I’d crossed over into a new stage of my life that I could never come back from.

  What will happen now? I thought as I leaned against the shower wall, an unshakeable smile on my face. With my eyes closed, I could still feel Chase’s incredible touch, his strong hands on my hips, my breasts, and my butt…

  …I could feel his lips on mine, his warm breath, and his manly scent in my nose…

  …and then there was that other thing.

  I was sore, but sore in a way that somehow made me want more. I wanted to feel him on top of me again, or behind me, stretching me out and making me his. I was dying to please him, to hear his groans and feel the pulsing of his cock inside me when he came.

  I wanted to come with him again and again and again and fall asleep in his arms and wake up beside him. That would be pure happiness. Pure bliss.

  The world seemed to glow as I reached over and turned off the water. It was like classical music was being played all around me by a symphony. I leaned out of the shower and took a towel that was hanging on a hook on the wall and wrapped it around me, then stepped out.

  Chase had gone out to get us something to eat while I cleaned up. I’d asked him why he didn’t just have one of his countless staff that he must have had go get it for him, and he told me that he had actually given them the weekend off “because he wasn’t a tyrant.”

  “Why be a billionaire if you can’t boss people around and make them go buy you food?” I’d joked. Chase had replied with a grin and a slap on my ass.

  “So I can impress the girl of my dreams,” he’d replied, making me melt inside.

  The warm feeling in my chest still wasn’t going away, and I was slowly beginning to accept the fact that there was something deeper going on between Chase and me—something I’d never expected to find, especially just coming completely out of the blue.

  But there was no denying it; I’d let Chase come inside of me!

  In fact, I hadn’t just let him, I’d encouraged it! I’d wanted it badly, and I knew what the consequences were. And that could only mean one thing: I didn’t just like Chase…I loved him.

  I smiled and laughed to myself as I squeezed water out of my hair, found another towel, and wrapped it around my head. I was as giddy as a little girl on Christmas Eve, only Chase was better than any present I could ever be given.

  It was like he just knew me from the moment I met. It wasn’t just his good looks and charming smile that had won me over; it was him. I’d never felt anything close to what I felt for him, especially not so quickly. He’d come into my life with the speed and fury of a world-class serve and I just couldn’t compete.

  “When you know, you know,” I said to myself as I made my way out of the bedroom and headed for the stairs. It was something my mom used to tell me when I was younger. And there was no question about it now; I knew.

  I took the stairs and looked for the kitchen. I was thirsty and needed a drink. I couldn’t see any hints as to which direction I should go, and the house was enormous, so I just decided to go left and see where I ended up.

  It turned out to be a screening room that was basically a movie theater with eight rows of the most comfortable-looking seats I’d ever seen.

  “Wow,” I said as I turned back and tried another door.

  Inside was a small library filled with books that looked like they were from the 1800s or something. There was a big fancy globe, a long desk of dark wood, and a small seating area. I could picture Chase taking important meetings in here with bankers or stock brokers or CEOs of other companies.

  As I was pulling the door shut behind me, the front door of the house opened. I turned, expecting to find Chase walking in, but instead found myself face to face with Melinda.

  She was wearing a big fur coat like something out of The Devil Wears Prada, with blood red heels and a pair of black mesh stockings that went up to just beneath a black pencil skirt. Honestly, without sounding like a bi
tch, she looked more like an ultra-expensive prostitute than a COO of a major company.

  “Oh, it’s you,” she said with a dismissive tone when she saw me.

  “Um, yes?” I replied, feeling suddenly awkward and exposed standing there in nothing more than a couple of towels.

  Melinda came right in, closed the door behind her, turned, and looked at me with her arms crossed over her chest like she was an angry mother and I was her naughty daughter about to get a scolding.

  “So, he brought another one of you home,” she said, shaking her head.

  Another one of us?

  “Ex—excuse me?”

  “Oh, please,” she scoffed, walking towards me like a predator about to devour its prey. “You can’t possibly think you were the only one?”

  I opened my mouth but no words came out. My cheeks went suddenly hot and I took a step back. In her heels, Melinda was at least several inches taller than me and incredibly threatening.

  “Oh, sweet girl,” she said gently, shaking her head. “This is Chase’s thing. He finds himself a new tennis instructor or horse trainer or yoga teacher, he charms them, fucks them, and then it’s my job to find him a new one once he’s done with them.”

  My heart shook.

  No…no it can’t be, I thought as I fought to keep it together. She’s lying.

  “Even after what you saw back at the apartment,” Melinda continued. “I bet he sweet-talked you, right? Told you it was my fault? That I’m a bit of a loose cannon?”

  This time I found enough breath to speak.

  “S—something like that…”

  Again, Melinda shook her head.

  “Chase told me to set that up for him,” she replied. “He just forgot about it, that’s all. Typical billionaire, always passing the buck to someone else.”

  My heart sank into my feet. I felt like my body had turned to stone. Suddenly the music in my head stopped playing and it felt as though a blanket of darkness had been thrown over the world.

  I suddenly felt like a foreigner, a regular girl who’d wandered into a world of wealth she didn’t know or understand. I was just a lamb in a world of lions, and Melinda knew it. She was looking at me like she pitied me, and I suddenly wanted to get the hell out of there—especially before Chase got back.

  If he was even coming back…

  What if this was all just part of his game and he’d sent Melinda here to break the bad news to me and get rid of me while he went back to his apartment in the city that was still filled with girls?

  It was all too much to think about…

  I wanted to cry.

  “Don’t worry, hun,” Melinda said, wrapping her fur-covered arms around me and pulling me in for a cold hug. “It happens to the best of us. I’ll get a car for you to take you wherever you want to go. Why don’t you go get your things and get dressed?”

  “Okay…” I muttered as she let me go.

  Slowly, I put one foot in front of the other and climbed the stairs like I was climbing Mount Everest. I found my way back to Chase’s bedroom, where I’d set my clothes before heading into the shower. Feeling like the world’s biggest sucker, I got dressed and made my way back downstairs to where Melinda was waiting. She was on her cell phone talking to someone as if she’d already forgotten about me.

  When I reached her, she put up her index finger and finished her conversation while I stood there feeling like I was ready to melt into a puddle on the floor. Finally, she hung up and looked at me again in a way that made me feel even worse than I already did.

  “There’s a car waiting for you out front that will take you home,” she told me. “It’ll take a bit longer than a helicopter but it’ll get you there.”

  “Thanks,” was all I could say.

  “Don’t worry, hun,” she told me, taking me by the hand and leading me to the door. “You’ll get over it. They all do eventually.”

  My heart broke for the last time, shattering into pieces like a flower frozen with liquid nitrogen. I stepped out into the evening light and heard the door slam behind me and lock.

  Taking out the trash, I thought miserably as another black sedan pulled up in front of the house. The window rolled down, and I half-expected to see Jeremy, the driver from before, but instead there was a serious-looking man behind the wheel who looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

  “All set?” he barked at me. I jumped and quickly got in the back.

  “Yes,” I said softly. “I am ready to go.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Cady

  I was crying when I stepped back into the apartment. I was hoping I’d find Natasha at home in her sweatpants with a tub of ice cream watching Disney movies or Riverdale or something, but unfortunately for me she had a guy over and they were both wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, cuddling like a couple of new lovers.

  “Hey, slut!” she called out happily as I came in.

  “Hey…” I muttered, heading for my room.

  “How’s your billionaire boyfriend?!” she called after me, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer. I just made my way into my room and closed the door behind me.

  Like an overly dramatic child, I threw myself down on the bed and sighed every bit of air out of my lungs. The throbbing between my legs was a torturous, spiteful reminder from life that I’d just let myself be conned by a professional playboy and had given my virginity away to a man who’d probably run the same game on countless other girls before me.

  I might be able to get over being naïve and falling for that, but my virginity was something I’d never be able to get back.

  A knock came at the door, but without even waiting for a response, Natasha came barging in.

  “Leave me alone,” I groaned. But Natasha was a good friend, and she ignored me, sat down beside me, and did what she always did in situations like this—put a hand on my ass. I’m not sure why that was her thing, but it was.

  “Do I have to kill him?” she asked, drawing a hint of a smile from me.

  “Kill me,” I replied.

  “What the hell happened? Is he married or something? Did you run into his wife?”

  “No—well, actually I don’t know,” I replied. “Maybe. It honestly wouldn’t surprise me at this point.”

  “So he lied to you,” Natasha said. “But I mean—you just met him, right? What are you so upset about?”

  Ugh, I thought. How do I tell her that I lost my virginity to him…?

  “Just move on, tell the world that Chase Benton hit on you and that’s that,” she said simply. “At least it’s a good story, right? Right?”

  “It’s…not that simple, Natasha,” I replied.

  There was a long pause—remember how I said Natasha had frustrating ESP abilities when it came to me? Yeah. That happened again. I knew she knew before she even said anything.

  “Oh, no,” she finally groaned. “You didn’t, Cady.”

  “Stop.”

  “You didn’t lose your fucking virginity—”

  “I said stop!” I moaned, twisting away from her.

  Natasha jumped on me like we were wrestling, spun me around, and made me look at her. I couldn’t have felt more stupid.

  “Did you, Cady?” she asked firmly. “Did you lose your virginity to him?”

  I couldn’t even respond, but my tears were enough. She let out a long sigh and looked at me like Melinda had—like she pitied me.

  “Go back to your date,” I told her. “I’m just going to cry myself to sleep.”

  “Babe! Why would you do that? He didn’t like…roofie you or something, did he?”

  “No!” I snapped. I realized that even though I was completely destroyed by what had happened to me, I was still defensive of someone else saying disparaging things about Chase.

  “Of course he didn’t roofie me,” I went on. “I—it felt right, okay? I don’t know how else to explain it. I felt like we had a connection and…Oh God…”

  “What is it?”

  �
�Can you take me to get Plan B?” I asked. Natasha’s eyes went wide.

  “You let him come in you!?”

  “Fine, I’ll go myself,” I replied, feeling more miserable than ever. I wanted to climb in the shower and rinse myself out for an hour.

  “No, I’ll take you, babe,” Natasha said, rubbing my arm. “I just—I can’t believe all this. It’s so not like you.”

  “I know,” I nodded, wiping tears from my eyes. “And that’s why I feel like such shit.”

  “You girls fucking in there or something?” Natasha’s date called from the living room. She rolled her eyes immediately.

  “Don’t judge me,” she whispered to me. “He’s a bit of a douche, but he’s hot and it’s been a while.”

  “I’m in no position to judge anyone,” I told her.

  “I’ll tell him to go,” she said. “Me and you can have a girls’ night.”

  “No, it’s fine,” I said quickly. “I appreciate it, but I really just do want to go to sleep. I’ll be miserable to hang out with.”

  “You sure?” she asked. “Because I’m sure he’ll still wanna hang out with me again even if I send him home.”

  “Yeah, it’s fine. Have a good time. We can have girls’ night tomorrow.”

  “Okay,” Natasha said with a smile. “But if you change your mind and you need me, I’m right out there. Just come get me, okay?”

  “Okay,” I nodded. She was a good friend and I was lucky to have her.

  She gave me a pinch on the butt that caused me to jump and then left the room and shut the door behind her. I heard her date say something—he sounded annoyed—then the sound of the TV being turned down and they both went quiet.

  I should have brushed my teeth or taken a shower or wiped off what little makeup I had on, but instead I just wrapped myself up in my blanket, grabbed my pillow, and tried to go to sleep.

  But sleep didn’t come—not right away. All I could think about was Chase. His touch, his scent, his warmth, and worst of all…

  …the way he felt inside of me.

  Despite it all, I still couldn’t get that experience out of my mind. And why should I even expect to? It was my first time, for God’s sake! And I’d gone ahead and thrown it away, giving myself to some playboy jerk who probably had a thousand notches on his belt (or more).