Price of Betrayal 3: Tanya Makes a Decision - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 3: Tanya Makes a Decision

... made my way to my home gym and put on a Fall Out Boy CD. As the beat began to pulse, I washed my hands at the sink in the adjoining bathroom and went to the mat in the middle of the room. I stretched out thoroughly and then moved to the treadmill. I set it to a slow jog and started running. After about ten minutes, Tanya came and stood in the doorway and watched me. "May I ask you a question, Sir?" "Of course." "Why didn't you strike my face yesterday, Sir?" I smirked. "I do not relish the thought of having to explain black eyes or split lips to anyone, do you?" She looked thoughtful. "No, Sir, I guess not." I finished my warm-up run and switched off the machine. "I will not leave marks on you that can't be covered easily unless you have several weeks to heal. I don't need someone calling the cops because they suspect domestic abuse. What we do here stays here, do you understand me?" "Oh, yes, Sir," she said quickly. "I would never say anything." "Good." I moved to my weight machine and set it to a hundred fifty pounds. I laid the bench flat and sat down for my first set. Tanya's eyes were on my chest, and I crooked my finger at her. She walked over to me and stood at the end of the bench. "Have you ever lifted weights?" I asked laying flat and taking the handles in my hands. "No, Sir." "Would you like to?" Her eyebrows came together. "I don't know, Sir. I never really thought about it." "Well," I said, lifting the weights, "let me know if you want to. I'll show you how." ...

... "Thank you, Sir." She gestured at the treadmill. "May I use that?" "Sure. Do you know how?" "Yes, Sir. There's one in the gym of my apartment building." "It's all yours, then." "Thank you, Sir." She left the room and came back just as I was finishing my first set of ten presses. She was now dressed in spandex shorts and a sports bra, and my cock twitched. As I upped the weight by twenty-five pounds for my second set, she stood in a perfect spot for me to watch her and started stretching out. She stood with her back to me and spread her legs before bending down to her left leg. She rested her head on her knee for about twenty seconds before moving to her right, giving me a perfect view of her ass. My cock reacted. When she put both hands on her ankles and bent herself in half, I'd had enough. "Tanya," I said smoothly as I sat up, "you wouldn't be teasing me, would you?" She stared at my chest through her spread legs and smiled. "Not exactly, Sir." I arched an eyebrow. "Not exactly? What is that supposed to mean?" She stood up and turned around before sliding down into side splits. She didn't even flinch when her ass hit the floor, even though I knew it had to hurt. "I am just stretching, Sir, but if it's turning you on, I wouldn't mind taking care of that." I had finished my second set, and I upped the weight another twenty-five pounds. I studied her closely as she shifted into front splits, back to side splits, and into front splits the other way, all without raising herself off ...