Being an executive is exciting and rewarding.

Making the decisions that will lead our company to success or failure gives me a huge adrenaline rush, but sometimes I’d wonder what it would be like to give up control to someone else — especially in the bedroom.

Some men my age seem put off by my success, but younger men exude a level of sexual confidence that could never be affected by the balance in my bank account. They’re perfectly suited to take a successful woman like me to task, enabling me to relinquish my power in the pursuit of mutual pleasure.

One particular younger man caught my interest in a big way. My personal trainer, Shane, has always been an extremely tempting flirt. He’s also about 15 years my junior. Though it’s fun to indulge him during our sessions, I never thought it wise to take our relationship out of the gym. That is, of course, until he confided that he enjoys women who surrender to him in bed.

It was a comment I couldn’t ignore. One day when I was home alone, I finally plucked up the nerve to call Shane and ask for a “special session.” He agreed immediately. I texted him my address, slipped into my silk robe and anxiously waited for him to arrive.

When the doorbell finally rang, my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. I pulled the door open slowly, peeking at Shane from around the edge of the wood.

My eyes slid over his body, lingering on his legs. Dark denim stretched across powerful-looking, muscular thighs. A thick bulge beneath his zipper had me licking my lips.

I ushered Shane inside, quietly closing the door behind him. “Thank you for coming over,” I said.

Shane smiled, grabbing my wrist to pull me closer. “I’m always happy to help my favorite client.”

Shane tugged at the silken cord that fastened my robe.

“I like this,” he murmured, his gaze meeting mine. “It makes it easy to undress you,” he tugged at the cord, whipping the material so that my robe fell open, exposing my naked body.

His fingers fisted around each end of the cord, and he held it up, pulling it tight with a snap. “I think I’ll use it to tie you up and make you mine.”

My mouth went dry. The badass who rules the boardroom was swallowed by a bout of shyness. A fiery red blush scorched everywhere from my cheeks to my chest. Unable to look Shane in the eye, I directed my gaze to the floor.

Meanwhile, Shane radiated confidence. He took a hold of my chin, tilting my face upward. “As long as I’m in front of you, you keep your eyes on me.”

I nodded to show that I understood.

“Good girl,” he said with a smile. The pad of his thumb trailed along my lower lip. The gritty texture of his callused skin left my flesh tingling. “Now go kneel on the bed.”

I turned on my heel and headed straight for my bedroom. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway, telling me Shane wasn’t far behind. 

Horny and eager to get under Shane, I increased my speed, sprinting to the bedroom like a gold medal was up for grabs.

When I reached my bedroom, I climbed onto the mattress, settling on my knees in the center of the bed. I looked at Shane, signaling that I was ready for his next command.

“Put your hands together.”

I pressed my wrists together, offering them to Shane. One of his large hands circled my wrists completely. Then he wound the silky sash from my bathrobe around both wrists, tying it off.

At Shane’s direction, I lowered my upper body to the mattress, resting my weight on my forearms. His palm rested between my shoulder blades, pushing me down further so my tits pressed against the mattress.

“I like you trussed up like this,” Shane murmured. His fingers curled around my thigh, pulling it out so that my legs were spread wider while my ass was still high in the air.

In my peripheral vision, I saw Shane’s shirt go flying off the bed. A metallic rumble told me his zipper was down and the pants were next to go.

After discarding his jeans, Shane’s hand smoothed over the curve of my ass cheek, moving in toward the center. The pad of his thumb pressed against my asshole, teasing the puckered flesh until I could feel the rhythm he set pulsing in my clit. It was maddeningly good.

Shane pulled his hand away, and I groaned. I lifted my ass higher, searching fruitlessly for his touch.

A low chuckle rumbled against my neck. His lips brushed over my ear. “Patience, gorgeous,” he whispered.

I was desperate for his touch, but a slick pop of his lips assured me that Shane was just getting started. Cool and wet, his thumb circled my asshole. Shock waves rocked my body, sending a shower of sparks over my skin. Every nerve seemed to fire off at once, shooting white-hot pulses straight to my clit.

The pad of Shane’s thumb pressed against the opening of my ass, and I gasped. My hips lifted higher, gradually angling my butt upward until his thumb sank inside.

Slowly he slid deeper, stretching my tight passage. I remained perfectly still, blissfully savoring the sensations.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered.

“He jammed inside me, and his dick slammed my G-spot, making me scream.”

Shane’s free hand stroked my ass cheek, kneading the flesh until it tingled. The tension in my muscles melted away, and I moaned, shoving my ass hard back against his hand.

Meanwhile, Shane’s thumb wiggled inside me, sending delicious little pangs of pleasure straight to my core. The walls of my pussy spasmed, reminding me that there was another hole that desperately needed to be filled.

Finally, the tip of Shane’s dick pressed at my cunt. He swirled it around, collecting the juices that lubricated my folds. Then he slid inside one agonizing inch at a time.

When Shane’s pelvis met my ass he paused, allowing my body time to expand around his girth. Then he pulled back and slammed into me, hard and unrelenting.

Pleasure prickled at my skin while Shane’s free hand climbed higher up my thigh. His fingers slid sideways until the tips pressed against my clit.

I groaned, rocking my hips against Shane’s hand. Every pleasurable bit of my body was set aflame. My muscles seized, shaking with tension. I buried my face in the pillows, sending my sated screams deep into the mattress.

His fingers wound into my hair, twisting my mane until my head tilted back. Shane turned my head to the side, lowering his own face until our eyes met. “Don’t be shy. I want to hear you. Understand?”

My heart slammed against my chest. I nodded, moving my head as much as my position allowed.

Shane eased his grip on my hair, unwinding the strands until I could move freely. I settled my cheek on my hands, turning my face away from the pillows.

There would be plenty more sounds of pleasure for Shane to enjoy. A swivel of his hips put Shane in direct contact with that sweet spot inside me. I was torn between holding tight to the pleasure rising inside me and relaxing so he could fill me completely.

“Oh, God,” I groaned. My hips bucked. My pussy muscles gripped Shane’s dick, holding him hostage in exchange for unimaginable pleasure.

A growl rumbled in Shane’s chest. “Not yet, gorgeous.”

Shane’s hips stilled. The fingers that had played with my clit now spread across my abdomen, holding me steady.

I groaned in protest. Satisfaction flirted dangerously with denial. The fullness Shane’s cock created soothed the ache within, but without movement I would never find real relief.

Slowly, Shane released the breath he’d been holding.

“That’s better,” he mumbled. Then he drew his hips back, pulling his dick from me one torturous inch at a time.

Once the tip was the only bit left inside me, Shane stopped again. He wiggled his thumb into my ass, pulling a desperate cry from me. My cunt clamped around his cockhead, refusing to let the last of him go.

Then another hitch of Shane’s hips rocked me to my core. He jammed himself inside me, and his dick slammed my G-spot, making me scream. Every muscle in my body grew tight while delicious jolts of pleasure rolled along my spine.

He rode me hard and fast, pitching my body forward with every lunge of his hips. My pussy clamped around Shane’s dick, spasming in an effort to draw him deeper.

Air hissed from between Shane’s teeth. He stopped moving again, leaving me wanton and desperate. Since words were failing to materialize on my tongue, I moaned my protest, rocking my hips back to tell Shane what I needed.

Through gritted teeth Shane ground out, “Keep doing that, and I’ll make you wait even longer for an orgasm.”

I stopped rocking my hips immediately.

“I need these little breaks to keep from busting all over your backside,” Shane said.

Frustrating as waiting was, the more Shane denied me, the greater the pleasure became. He drove into me again, moving my body forward until my head pushed against the pillows.

I dug my elbows into the mattress, determined to meet Shane thrust for thrust so I could milk every ounce of pleasure out of the experience. Every time he pushed forward, I shoved my ass back, sending little echoes of satisfaction across my skin.

That’s when the world went black. I couldn’t feel the bed beneath me, or even Shane’s hands on me. Every facet of my senses was focused on the bundle of nerves vibrating in my center.

A broken scream warbled in my ears, and I realized it was coming from me. It felt like I’d jumped off a cliff, free falling until the water below swallowed me whole. Shane soon joined me, groaning loudly as he filled me with his cream.

We collapsed together in a panting, sweaty heap. Shane reclined next to me on the bed, absentmindedly stroking my side while the last tremors of pleasure rocked my body.

That afternoon, Shane got a promotion. He was no longer just my personal trainer, he became my lover, too.

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