Page 64 of Resistance Training
He presses down on both butt cheeks with the full weight of his upper body, and it feels so good, I cry out. “Oh, God! Yes! Don’t stop!”
He stops.
He goes back to circling and kneading the other cheek.
That feels good too, but I really hate him right now.
“So, you do this for all your new clients?”
“No, I don’t. Would you like me to stop doing this for you?”
“No. Aren’t you going to ask how the pressure is?”
“How’s the pressure, Vivian?”
“The pressure between my legs is fucking unbearable, Mitch! Could you put your knee up in there at least?”
“Trust the process, Vivian.”
“The Good Form process? Am I your fuel, your fire, your fortress, or a fracture?”
“Right now you’re a fucking pain in the ass.”
Slap.
Slap.
Freeze.
Quiver.
The stinging sensation is the divine shock to the system that I needed, but it’s not enough.
He caresses both cheeks, soothing them. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” I remove the scarf from my face and rest on my elbows, clenching my fists. “I want you to go. You have the green light. Why are you keeping us both on the edge when you can have me any way you want me here and now?!”
He slowly stands. “You literally said I could punish you.”
“I was hoping your big, hard cock would get involved at some point!”
“God, you’ve got a filthy mouth, Vivian.”
“Don’t you want to know what I can do with it?”
“Jesus.”
I press myself up to a sitting position, and now I’m face-to-face with the absolutely enormous bulge in his jeans. “Oh my God, Brad, that must be so painful.” I reach for it, mostly out of concern.
He swipes my hand away and takes a step back. “Don’t.”
“Bradley.”
I start to stand up, but he holds his hand up so powerfully, I sit right back down on the sofa, very still.
