The sun had yet to rise, but Liam was already awake.
His bedroom was bathed in soft shadows, the early morning air cool against his bare skin. Stretching lazily, he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. He didn't need an alarm. His body had been trained into a perfect routine, waking at the same time every day like clockwork.
A new day. A new challenge.
And, unfortunately, a new round of torment from Lena.
The thought alone made him smirk.
Pushing off the bed, he changed into his workout gear—a simple sleeveless top and loose joggers.
Comfortable. Practical. Designed for movement.
Unlike what he was about to deal with because Lena never made things easy.
By the time he stepped into the private training ground, the first thing he noticed was her.
And as usual—she was a problem.
Leaning against a training dummy, Lena stretched shamelessly, arching her back, her body on full display.
Her workout outfit—if it could even be called that—was practically a scandal.
A sports bra, tight enough to leave very little to the imagination. And those ridiculous shorts—more like a thong disguised as athletic wear.
The material hugged her hips indecently, leaving her thick, toned thighs and full, perky rear completely exposed. With every movement, it rode higher, making her look even more dangerously tempting.
She wasn't here to train. She was here to mess with him.
"Morning, Master~" She purred, straightening up and striding toward him with a sway in her hips that should be illegal.
Liam sighed, rolling his shoulders. "You're not even trying to be subtle, are you?"
Lena grinned, tilting her head. "What do you mean~? I'm just here to help you train."
"More like sabotage it."
She giggled, stepping closer, her fingertip tracing down his chest. "Maybe. But isn't that part of the fun?"
He ignored her. Or, at least, he tried to.
A brutal session started.
The workout was designed to push limits—intense sets of strength training, speed drills, and endurance rounds. Liam's body moved with precision, his muscles burning with each rep, sweat beginning to bead on his skin.
But Lena?
She was a menace.
Whenever he dropped down for push-ups, she accidentally positioned herself right in front of him, stretching in a way that made it impossible to focus.
When he moved into squats, she stood dangerously close, bending over to fix her laces—except nothing needed fixing.
Even in sparring, she was too close, too teasing—her moves more of a dance than a fight, her body pressing into his by accident.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Liam settled onto the bench, rolling his shoulders as he positioned his grip on the bar.
He was already pushing himself—the added weight would make the set grueling, but that's exactly how he liked it.
Nothing could break his focus.
Or so he thought.
Because then she happened.
Lena's wicked smirk should have been a warning. But he was already too deep in the set to stop.
As he pushed through another rep, her deliberate footsteps approached—slow, sultry, teasing.
Before he could react, she swung her leg over him, straddling his lap like she owned it.
Her ridiculously tight shorts barely qualified as clothing, and now they were pressed directly against his abdomen, her body melting into his.
Liam let out a sharp breath, his arms straining under the weight.
"Lena," He growled, his voice edged with warning. "What the hell are you doing?"
She tilted her head, feigning innocence, but her playful smirk betrayed her.
"What do you mean, Master?" She purred. "I'm just lending a hand."
Liam gritted his teeth, forcing his focus back on the exercise.
"Thirty.... Thirty-one... Thirty-two..."
The bar rose and fell, his muscles flexing under the effort, but she wasn't making it easy.
Lena shifted—her full, perky rear rolling against his lower abdomen, pressing down onto his bulge.
A low growl rumbled in his throat.
"Lena."
"Yes, Master~?"
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear, her chest brushing against his as she shifted ever so slightly—just enough to torment.
Liam exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the bar.
"You're playing with fire."
Lena's lips curled into a smirk.
"Am I?" She whispered, rolling her hips once more—slow, deliberate, torturous.
Liam felt his control slipping.
But he was not going to lose to her.
His arms burned from the weight, but he kept pushing.
"Thirty-six... Thirty-seven..."
His breaths came heavier, more strained.
Lena growled a bit angrily and took off his shorts, revealing his cock which was standing proudly, pointing straight at heaven.
"Wow!"
Instantly, she felt a tingling sensation between her legs, butterflies dancing in her stomach. Her eyes diluted and a small pink heart pattern appeared in her pupils.
Liam continued to pump while trying to ignore the pleasure.
Lena completely forgot about the bet as she continued to suck her master's cock enthusiastically.
Sllurrp! Sllurrp!
He finally finished his set of exercises before he grabbed her and pistoned her mouth.
"Since you want my cock, then have it. I'll fuck your face!"
Lena felt her windpipe getting blocked with her eyes rolling upwards.
He was showing no mercy to her, using her throat as he pleased.
Finally, after ten minutes, he released her face.
"Haaah!... M-More... D-Don't stop..." She begged him.
Liam grinned and picked her up before hanging her on the bar.
"What are you..." She tried to ask but her breath hitched as his hand came down sharply against her rear.
SMACK!
A gasp escaped her lips.
Then a shaky, mischievous laugh.
"I was wondering when you'd do that~"
Liam narrowed his eyes. "Count."
Her eyes glowed with excitement. "One~"
SMACK!
Her back arched, a mix of pain and pleasure flickering in her expression.
"Two~"
And so it went on.
Until Liam was satisfied.
When he finally let go, Lena wobbled slightly, her expression both smug and satisfied.
"You're so mean, Master," She murmured. "But I kinda love it."
Liam grinned, asking. "Do you think it's over?"
She asked curiously. "What do you..."
He pushed aside the thong and teased her pussy by rubbing his dick over it, coating it with her vaginal juices.
Lena instantly realized what her master wanted and spread her legs for him.
"Please, Coach~... don't tease me. Fuck my bitch pussy with your manly cock!"
He grinned at her words and slammed it into her waiting pussy.
Just as his dick entered her, her inner walls clapped around his thick shaft, trying to pull it deeper.
"Ohh Yesshhh~!..." She screamed in delight.
Watching his naughty bodyguard getting orgasm after orgasm on his cock while he pistoned her, he couldn't help but laugh, seeing her fall to such a point.
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