The week that followed was torture. It felt like going back to hell every day I went back to the club and met with my trainer. More than a trainer he seemed like my personal tormentor.
He respected all my limits but he tested everyone of them.
By the end of the week I was broken into bdsm... Gab had broken me. I think we were equally surprised I made it through.
I wasn't on the market for a dom or anything really, I think I could have easily walked out of the club and called the whole thing an experience.
That is until Gab asked me if I wanted to continue meeting with him.
I was surprised and confused, I thought he was happy to be done training... specially someone like me.
He made it a point to remind me I was a nuisance every day I showed up.
So naturally I had to keep showing up.
He must've seen the questions all over my face cause he offered an explanation before I opened my mouth.
That's how I learned he was friends with the owner and he had been a dom for several years. He hadn't trained anyone for years but since he soon was going to cover for his friend while he went on vacation he needed the practice. Or that's what his friend implied.
So he chose me, the weakest one.
That still doesn't explain why he wants to continue training... with me out of everyone.
"Most people here fear me" he said like he could read my thoughts.
I raised my eyebrow.
"I know you do too, but you don't seem to let that stop you from training with me. I like that and I don't have the patience to meet someone else. It's an easy question Vee you want to continue or not? " He paused, "Just know that if you do, things won't get easier...I don't go easy on my sessions"
"I like it rough" I retorted without thinking. Embarrassments flooded me and my cheeks stained pink.
There was a lot more I should have said or asked but truth was Gab had gotten to know me and I knew him better than a week ago.
Each session brought us closer, not in a romantical way heck not even in a friendly way. But I had learned to give him control and he had learned how to take it. I trusted him with my body and my limits. For me that was huge improvement, I had never trusted anyone like that and since there were no feelings involved I felt safe to explore more.
Gab raised a brow in amusement. "I know" he replied sarcastically.
I guess that was the most display of humor I was going to get from the man.
Physically we were completely different and personality wise we couldn't be more opposites if we tried, but we somehow got along when it came to our sessions. I was enjoying them... and by the looks of it he did too.
We hadn't gotten intimate but according to to his training it implied it wasn't out of the equation if both parties consented to it.
I didn't know about him but I was tempted to consent if it came down to it.
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My phone vibrated bringing me back to reality, it was Gab letting me know he had arrived at the club. I lost track of time going back memory lane and lost minutes of my precious time. Oh well.
Gab will have to wait, I'm still going to freshen up in the ladies room.
Except I never made it to the hallway when he pulls me to a room by my wrist.
"Where are you going?" He asks stepping into my personal space.
"To freshen up" I look up at him.
I have gotten pretty bold around him and I can tell he enjoys the challenge but he is a dom after all so I'm not surprised when he turns me over and presses me against the wall in one swift movement.
I'm tempted to protest but my complains die down when I feel his hard on pressed against me.
"That won't be necessary" he teases.
I press my hips back and start making inviting motions. Neither of us are very patient but he exercises it more just to make me beg.
"Please" I start, but he doesn't let me continue and pushes a thick thumb in my mouth.
"Suck" he orders.
"Suck it how you like to suck my cock" he whispers huskily close to my face.
I whimper in reply and start sucking hard
