But Laney was begging me now, panting breathlessly.
“Please Daddy,” she said, jerking futilely at the ties. “Please hurry.”
Slowly, I reached up, unfastening her.
“Come on!” she squeaked the moment she was free. “Come on Thorn, come on!”
But did I rush? Did I do as she did, scrambling into my clothes and smoothing my hair so that it looked normal? Fuck no, I’d just had the best fuck session of my life, and I wanted people to know. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, white droplets of cum spattered on the floor. Even if we looked normal, anyone with any two eyes and a brain would know what we’d been up to. And slowly stepping into my shorts, I stood once again, tall and proud before the gaggle of women.
“Oh my god,” whispered one middle-aged chick. “He’s gorgeous.”
I smirked internally. Of course. I was wearing nothing but loose gym shorts, my chest bare and bronzed, abs toned.
“Is that…?” gasped another chick, eyeing a streak of gooey semen on the ground. “Is that what I think it is?”
But before I could confirm anything, Laney rushed me out of there. Grabbing my arm, she dragged me away, refusing to look in the direction of the yoga ladies.
And once we were in back, hidden from view, she turned to me.
“Mr. Channing, you didn’t even try,” she accused, brown eyes wide, that voluptuous form so well-fucked. “You didn’t even try.”
I looked at her amused.
“Try what?”
“You know,” she accused again, gesturing wildly. “We needed to get out of there! You didn’t even try to hide!”
I chuckled deep in my chest then.
“Baby girl, you know me. You know I own that ass, I own that pussy. So why shouldn’t the world know? Because you’re mine,” I ground out roughly. “That sweet body belongs to me one hundred percent, might as well shout it out from the rooftops.”
At that, Laney stopped, eyes wide. Because we’ve been hiding our relationship from everyone, we’ve been carrying on in secret. But you know what? I’m tired of it. I’m fucking this sweet virgin, and I want the world to know, rules and reputation be damned. Because Laney’s gotten under my skin. I’d brought her here, to the gym, which is usually off-limits to my fuckbuddies. But somehow, with Laney it was right. The brunette deserved to know where I spent time, how I relaxed after a long day.
And besides, my words were true. The innocent ballerina is mine. My semen’s in her twenty four / seven, that pussy and ass are curved to the shape of my cock. What’s more, I wake with her face before my eyes, and when I can’t focus, it’s because she’s distracting me. So yeah, Laney Jones belongs to me … and she’ll never belong to anyone else.
CHAPTER SIX
Laney
What in the world is wrong with me? It’s like old Laney has completely disappeared and a new me is walking in her shoes. Because old Laney was shy, self-conscious, quiet and reserved, only coming to life when I danced.
But the new Laney’s here now, and she’s not going away. The new Laney is outspoken and sassy with a big smile for everyone, and a special look for her man. And that male is Thorn Channing, the one behind the transformation.
Because Mr. Channing has changed my life, completely turned it upside down. We’d been hiding our relationship, but Thorn wanted to get out into the open.
“What’s the point?” he said carelessly, shrugging those wide shoulders. “People probably already know.”
I looked at him, eyes wide.
“No, they don’t,” I replied, shaking my head. “We’ve been careful.”
That was true, I only went to his apartment after hours, alone, making sure no one saw me. But Thorn shrugged carelessly again.
“This is a small community, people probably already know,” he rumbled. “Besides, who the fuck cares? I want people to know I’m fucking you, I want them to know you dance on my dick.”
The air disappeared from my lungs. His words were so nasty but they made me cream slightly inside. But his words couldn’t be true.
“I don’t think anyone knows,” I said firmly again, trying to contain my spinning brain. “I don’t think anyone knows.”
Thorn shot me a wry half-smile.
“Let’s just see then,” he rumbled, eyes flashing. “Now get up here, honey, and show me that sweet spot.”
I colored remembering. Because oh god, I knew exactly what the alpha male wanted. He wanted to touch, to taste, to caress both my holes and I always let him. I always let him pull my panties to the side, showing him everything, dancing for his eyes only. So yeah, thoughts of who knew and who didn’t flew from my mind, dissolving into a long sigh of bliss.
And now, at practice, there was a sweet reminder of our session. Because stretching at the barre, I felt it happen. Thorn’s cum came seeping out, wetting my leotard, even drenching my tights at the crotch. Oh shit, oh shit! I had to change, I needed to get to a restroom stat to strip off this wet cotton and get into something fresh and clean. Thank god not many people had shown up yet, no one would notice if I grabbed my warm-up bag and disappeared for five minutes.