Page 24 of Training Maisy

Chapter 15

Maisy groaned as the shrill sound of her phone alarm pierced through what was turning out to be a particularly good dream. She blindingly reached out to turn it off, cursing when she only managed to knock it to the floor, where it continued ringing. Getting down from the bed, she picked up the phone and turned off the sound, then smiled guiltily as she remembered what she had done the night before while she was on the phone with Carter. They talked a lot on the phone at night now. It started at first with Maisy always looking for an excuse to talk to him, then slowly it developed to a point where there was no use for excuses. It didn’t matter who initiated the call, Carter or Maisy, they always found themselves talking on the phone, usually on days when they met earlier in the day as opposed to in the evening. And Maisy had never liked talking to anyone ever as much as she enjoyed talking with Carter. Maybe except for Brittany, but then Brittany never made her moan over the phone, or bite her pillow as she tried to hide her orgasms from him when he had given her strict instructions not to orgasm. Of course, he always knew when she came and then made sure to punish her for it the next day, usually by making her orgasm again.

Last night, he had asked her if she owned a vibrator, and when she said no, he had told her to use her fingers. Then, whispering in her ear the whole time, he had made her come so hard Maisy was sure Chloe had heard her screams of pleasure in the next house.

Now she walked to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee as she sat down at the island. She thought about making toast, then decided she would have a proper breakfast after she came back from the gym. Besides, she was getting weighed again this morning, and Maisy didn’t want anything that would affect the results in any way. Frankly, she knew at this point, what she weighed was basically a formality as she could already see the massive change her body had undergone. It was about twelve weeks since she started training with Carter, and she had already had to change most of her wardrobe. Even though she wasn’t ready to wear a thong to the beach just yet, she still remembered how it had felt the day she had tried to wear a pair of her jeans and found out they were too big for her. She was so happy, the first thing she had done when she saw Carter in the gym that evening was drop to her knees and take him into her mouth. Remembering it now made Maisy grin, and, suddenly, she wanted to get to the gym as quickly as possible. It wasn’t like they had sex every day or every time she went to the gym, but they did it enough times that Maisy considered it a small miracle they had yet to be caught.

She went back into the bedroom, and after a quick shower, changed into her workout clothes. Then she poured the rest of the coffee into a thermos travel mug and set off on a brisk walk to the gym. She got there early enough that she found Carter wasn’t yet around, which rarely happened. Letting herself in with the spare key he had given her after one such occasion before, she went straight to their workout room. She let out a deep breath as she looked at the surroundings that over the last few weeks had become more familiar to her than even the walls of her bedroom.

Except when she had something to do, she was almost always here in the gym. Either working out alone, or she joined a group when she felt like it or wanted to learn something. Already she was making new friends with some of the women in the gym and had even helped Linda, the trainer, handle a class when she had to leave during a workout session to attend to her son. She had stopped working exclusively with Carter and now came in to the gym anytime she wanted to work out. But she never missed her sessions with Carter, either late in the evening or in the morning.

Maisy placed the now-almost empty cup on the counter in the front of the room, then went to the locker at one side wall to take off the pullover she had worn over her workout clothes. She came back to the center of the room and spent the first few minutes looking at herself in the mirror, still surprised, as she almost always was, by the transformation. The image in the mirror was the only motivation she needed as she got on the floor and started stretching. She was just about to hit the cycling machine when Carter strolled into the room, carrying his bag and looking sinfully gorgeous.

Aware of the hitch in her breath she always got when he entered the room, or looked at her, or when she thought of him, or the million other scenarios that had to do with him, Maisy said a casual hello to him.

“Morning,” he replied. Then he reached for his waist to pull off his vest, which meant he was most likely going to be working right alongside her. Which meant Maisy was going to be having a hard time choosing whether to concentrate on her workout or the flexing of his muscles as he lifted this or pulled that. Swallowing hard, she got on the bike and started cycling, noting from the corner of her eye that Carter had gone to the weight rack.

Two hours later, Maisy’s clothes were drenched in sweat and felt even heavier than the twenty-five-pound dumbbells she struggled to get back on the rack. Beside her, Carter was just as sweaty as she was, but whereas she was panting and breathing fast, he looked calm, relaxed, and like he could do a repeat of the last two hours all over again. So, she wasn’t surprised when he grabbed her by her waist and kissed her hard, nor was she surprised when she found the energy to return the kiss with almost equal fervor. She moaned when he slipped a finger inside her panties to tease her pussy to life, but the kiss had already done that, and his fingers came back sopping wet. He grabbed her shorts and panties and pulled them both down at once.

Understanding him, Maisy reached for the waistband of his pants, freeing his erection. The sight of his engorged cock made her want to go down and take him into her mouth, but she didn’t complain when he spun her around and slammed into her. He started thrusting into her immediately, and then reached forward to clasp his hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her orgasm. Then he turned her right around with her back against the wall, and this time it was Maisy who grabbed his cock and shoved it into her as he kissed her hard. When they both came this time, their groans of ecstasy were muffled by their kiss.

Still reeling from the shock of the orgasm, with her legs around Carter’s waist, Maisy looked into his eyes, seeking, searching. Hoping to find even just a hint of what she saw in her eyes when she looked in the mirror as she thought of him. Just the slightest hint of any feelings in his eyes apart from lust, or sexual satisfaction. And came back with the same result she had gotten the last few weeks. Nothing.

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