Page 12 of Strict Daddy

Sweat dripped down my face and back as I strained through the final set of overhead presses. "Excellent work, Poppy," Byron murmured, squeezing my shoulder. Pride surged through me at his approval.

As I set down the weights, my entire body buzzed with exertion and something else, an electric undercurrent that I couldn't quite name. Byron stepped closer, grabbing a towel to dab the perspiration from my face and neck. His touch lingered a moment longer than necessary.

I shivered, suddenly hyper-aware of his proximity, the heat emanating from his sculpted body, the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with honest sweat. My nipples tightened beneath my sports bra and I felt an answering throb between my thighs.

I couldn't help but look down at his crotch, and almost had a double take when I saw the clear outline of an erection, visible through his fitted workout pants. He washuge. My heart pounded in my chest and heat rose to my cheeks as I realized that my arousal was having a similar effect on him.

What was happening to me? Byron's dominant presence, his powerful hands on my body, correcting and rewarding me, had me pulsing with need.

I tried to ignore it, channeling the energy into the next exercise, but I could feel the wetness gathering, my focus blurring with lust. I both craved more and feared how much I wanted it...

Byron's voice broke through my haze, startling me. "You've done well today, Poppy." His words sent a shiver down my spine. "Tonight, we'll continue your training . . . and I have something special in store for your reward."

His eyes lingered on mine, the deep blue orbs darkening with desire and something else. Anticipation pooled in my belly, a mix of excitement and trepidation twisting into a heady cocktail.

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed, my voice hoarse, unrecognizable. "I won't disappoint you again."

Byron's smile was razor-sharp. "I know you won't."

With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the gym, leaving me a quivering mess on the mat.

I flopped onto my back, my chest heaving, my entire body aflame. This was insane. I should leave now, before things went any further.

But as I lay there, my mind replaying Byron's every touch, his soft praises, and the blazing fire in his eyes, I knew I was already too far gone.

I had signed up for more than a simple fitness transformation. I had become Byron Adonis's latest obsession... and I couldn't wait to see where this newfound desire would lead me.

To think that I’d be seeing him again, today no less, was almost as intoxicating as the deep, heady scent of his perfect body, and the memory of the shape of his cock, so thick and long, impossibly perfect, and hard just for me.

Chapter 5

Iwasnotgoing to be late again.

In fact, I arrived at Celestial Fitness a full twenty minutes early, my muscles pleasantly sore from the morning's intense workout with Byron. A subtle warmth still lingered where his firm hand had spanked me, too, sending a shiver of excitement through my body as I wondered what he had planned for our evening session.

The receptionist waved me through. Each time I saw her, she seemed more and more happy to see me. I headed straight back to Studio 99, and found Byron awaiting me, his chiseled physique at ease yet radiating a quiet intensity. His warm smile greeted me, those piercing blue eyes shining with genuine approval at my punctuality.

"Poppy, I'm pleased to see you're on time," he said, his rich baritone wrapping around me like velvet. The hard edges from our morning session had softened, replaced by a relaxed aura that immediately put me at ease.

I returned his smile shyly, pulse quickening under his appreciative gaze. "I couldn't wait to continue training withyou," I admitted, cheeks flushing at my own eagerness. Being in Byron's magnetic presence stirred a deep yearning within me—to push my limits, to learn, to submit myself to his masterful guidance.

He approached with a languid grace, every ripple of muscle poetry in motion. "Your dedication is admirable, Poppy. I have something special in mind to reward your hard work today."

Byron's words sent a thrill racing down my spine. I craved his praise, his approval, perhaps as much as the promise of discovering more about myself under his tutelage. Biting my lip, I met his penetrating stare, ready to surrender myself to whatever challenges he deemed fit to help me grow - not just in body, but in mind and spirit as well.

“You worked so hard this morning, I figure you could do with a little bit of a break. Physically, at least.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Why did it feel so good to call him that?

He clapped his big hands together. "So, tonight, you will observe as I go through my personal workout routine," he began, his voice a velvety caress that sent shivers down my spine. "By witnessing proper form and technique first-hand, you'll better understand the nuances of each exercise. This will, in turn, enhance your own training."

Intrigued, I nodded my agreement. The prospect of simply watching Byron Adonis work out was almost unbearably erotic. I couldn't fathom how I'd manage to pay attention to anything other than the way his muscles would undoubtedly ripple with each movement.

"However," he continued, eyes sparkling with mischief, "I want you to observe from a different perspective."

Byron held out a small bundle, his smile enigmatic. "I've selected a new outfit for you to wear during this session. Sometimes, changing our attire can help shift our mindset and make us more receptive to learning."

As I unfolded the clothes, a pretty blush colored my cheeks. The short t-shirt and snug athletic shorts left little to the imagination. Glancing up, I caught an encouraging nod from Byron. Emboldened by his confidence in me, I slipped into the studio's changing room.

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