Page 16 of Strict Daddy

He raised an eyebrow, his smoldering gaze roaming over my body, lingering on the swell of my breasts and the curve of my hips. "And what will happen when you reach me?"

I bit my lower lip, my cheeks flushed with desire. "You'll... you'll find out," I breathed, desire pooling between my legs as I imagined the possibilities.

His eyes darkened, stormy and intense. "Very well, Poppy. Let's see how your stamina is developing."

Excitement coursed through my veins as I climbed onto the rowing machine, my heart pounding in anticipation. I gripped the handles, my gaze locked with Byron's.

"Start rowing, Poppy," he said, his voice low and commanding.

With shaking legs, I began to row, each stroke bringing me closer to Byron and the delicious tension between us. With every pull, my breasts bounced enticingly, my nipples hardening through the damp fabric of my sports bra. Sweat began to trickle down my spine as I picked up speed, my breathing ragged and uneven.

Byron stood stock-still, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression heating my body to a thousand degrees. "Faster, Poppy," he growled, his voice deliciously menacing.

I obliged, my thighs burning, my core aching with need. The closer I got to him, the more I felt my arousal pooling between my legs, my panties becoming drenched with anticipation.

With each powerful stroke of the rowing machine, I inched closer to Byron's chiseled form. My heart raced as I pulled forward, the tension between us electric and undeniable. Sweat glistened on my skin, my breath coming in sharp gasps, but it wasn't just from the physical exertion. It was the raw desire pulsing through my veins.

Byron stood like a Greek god at the end of the machine, his piercing blue eyes fixed on mine. Every muscle in his body was taut, his presence commanding and irresistible. As I drew nearer, the heat radiating off him enveloped me, drawing me into his orbit.

With one final pull, I found myself mere inches from his powerful thighs. My breath hitched as I looked up at him, my lips parted. The air crackled with unspoken desire.

Unable to resist any longer, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the straining fabric of his pants, right where his cock strained against the material. A moan escaped Byron's lips, his hand instinctively coming to rest on the back of my head.

"Poppy, this is...unprofessional," he managed, his voice strained.

I gazed up at him through my lashes, my own need reflected in his eyes. "I just want to give you a blow job, Daddy. Get it out of our systems. I can see how hard you are. How much you need a release."

His fingers tightened in my hair, a silent acquiescence. With trembling hands, I freed his cock from its confines. It sprang forth, hard and thick, the embodiment of masculine power. He was SO BIG. I licked my lips, anticipation coursing through me.

I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Byron groaned, his hips flexing involuntarily. I reveled in the taste of him, the feel of his smooth skin against my lips. Each bob of my head drew me deeper into the intoxicating world of our forbidden desire.

As I worshipped his cock with my mouth, our dynamic shifted, the power exchange palpable. I surrendered to the pleasure of servicing him, giving myself over to the moment. Byron's grip on my hair tightened, guiding me, possessing me.

The wet sounds of my mouth on his flesh filled the air, punctuated by our shared moans and ragged breaths. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, driven by an insatiable hunger. The salty tang of his pre-cum coated my tongue, spurring me on.

Lost in the heady mix of submission and desire, I poured all of my pent-up passion into the act. The world narrowed to the sensation of his thick cock sliding between my lips, the weight ofhim on my tongue. Each thrust brought us closer to the edge, our connection intensifying with every shared breath.

As Byron's climax approached, his grip on my hair tightened, his hips bucking against my mouth. Sensing my desire, he moaned out his climax, his seed hot and sticky against the back of my throat. I swallowed, savoring the evidence of his surrender, the knowledge that I had brought him to this peak of pleasure.

Byron's fingers traced soothing circles on my back, grounding me in the wake of our shared release. The silence between us was heavy with unspoken words, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of our encounter.

"That," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion, "did not get it out of my system."

I smiled, the weight of our secret between us suddenly less oppressive. "I know," I whispered, my voice laced with both longing and anticipation, "me neither."

"We'll take it slow," Byron murmured, his fingers still absently stroking my hair. "I don't want to rush this. But know this, Poppy Cups. I want it all."

I shivered, a thrill coursing through me at his words. "And I want to give you everything you desire, and more," I breathed, my eyes meeting his. In the depths of his smoldering blue orbs, I saw equal parts hunger and tenderness.

But most of all, I saw myself—a woman on the cusp of her own transformation. A woman who was no longer afraid to embrace her desires, her curves, or her heart.

Chapter 7

The past week sincemy intimate encounter with Byron had been a whirlwind of emotions and growth.

Even though Byron had told me that he’d wanted everything with me, since that one, perfect blowjob, we hadn’t even shared another kiss.

"We need to take this slow," Byron had said, his blue eyes intense yet caring. "As both your trainer and your dominant, it's my responsibility to ensure your well-being, physically and emotionally."

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