“Your pussy is perfect,” I whisper, in between lapping at her clit. She likes it exactly like this, firm and fast, and I have her panting and arching her back a few minutes later. She’s on the brink of coming and I watch her from my low vantage point, the way the blush of her orgasm flares in her skin right before she climaxes.
Before she can open her eyes, I’ve rolled a condom on and slide my cock deep into her, making her cry out sharply.
“Pull my hair, daddy,” she whimpers.
I reach into her blond curls, gather them up in my fist and squeeze. This is something she’s been asking for more and more. For me to hurt her a little or make her vulnerable while we have sex. She’s trusting me more and more and opening like a flower.
Right before she comes again, I wrap a hand around her throat and squeeze firmly. Livia cries out, her arms flung above her head.
“Good bunny,” I growl as I pound into her, my own climax racing through me. “Daddy’s good little bunny.”
I withdraw, and then wrap my arms around Livia and roll until she’s laying on top of me, gasping and moaning a little still and working to catch her breath. The curves of her body look incredible in the morning sunshine and I plant kisses along her shoulder.
I stay in bed with her for as long as I can, but soon she’s reminding me about work and gently pushing me toward the shower.
When I emerge in a cloud of steam, she’s got a pair of yoga pants on and she models them for me. “What do you think? I haven’t worn yoga pants in years.”
I spank her ass as I pass her on the way to my gym bag. “I think you look amazing, bunny. Ready for your work out?”
She does a little wiggle as she reaches for her purse. “You bet I am, daddy.”
We head down the street and into the gym. Joshua greets us with a cheery, “Morning, guys,” as we swipe through the barriers.
Livia’s my first client of the day and we chatter our way through our workout together. She’s doing so well that I only need to be stern with her when she pays too much attention to the other doms and trainees. She finds it fascinating to see all the different dynamics play out, and she has a habit of slowing down and slowing down until she’s staring, mouth agape.
We overhear Dom say to Amelia, “You’re being so good today. I’m suspicious.”
He folds his arms and narrows his eyes at his little girl as she blinks innocently up at him. “Why, daddy? I can be good for no reason.”
Ten minutes later we hear Dom ask in a ringing voice, “Peaches, why has your exercise record been torn into six pieces and taped back together again?”
I’m not looking and I’m trying not to listen, but I still hear Amelia mumble that she’s not sure, but maybe she got mad at him after her last session and tore it up.
“You’re not sure?” Dom asks, even louder.
Livia’s mouth is twitching, but she keeps up the rhythm on the rowing machine. Out of the corner of my eye I see Amelia fold her arms and stand in stubborn, angry silence. Dom points wordlessly to the cold shower room, and Amelia heads over with a huge roll of her eyes.
Livia has slowed right down to watch Amelia go.
“Bunny,” I saw in a warning tone.
Livia squeaks in surprise and scrambles to speed up again. “Sorry, daddy.”
I grin down at her, and wink. My heart feels very full, looking at her. My inquisitive little bunny who’s happy now, every day. She’s told me more about her past relationship, but never with any tears. She’s putting her bad experience behind her and looking to the future.
She’s doing so well at the gym, too. For her, it’s not about bulking up or shedding pounds. It’s a state of mind. Small wins like being able to lift a little more weight or touching your toes can bring a sense of accomplishment. She carries that with her wherever she goes.
“I’ll see you later tonight?” I say to Livia as I walk her out. We’ve got into the habit of spending at least half the week at each other’s apartments. I can’t wait until it’s permanent and we’re actually living together.
“You bet,” she says, beaming, and heads out of the gym with a bounce in her step.
“Look at you both. Smitten kittens,” Joshua says behind me, and it’s followed by a deep chuckle.
I didn’t realize I was so lost in watching Livia. I turn around and see both Joshua and Dom grinning at me.
“Smitten bunnies,” I correct, and then head back into the gym, whistling.
The rest of the day is a lot of hard work, but it’s rewarding, and I arrive at Livia’s at six with bags of groceries. I plan on cooking satay noodles, and I have a bottle of white wine for us to share.