Manhandled by My Personal Trainer (BBW, BDSM, Curvy, Deflowering, Spanking Erotica) Read Online Free PDF Page A

have left. A few more
seconds tick by before the weight finally makes contact with my
lower chest, it’s over now. The self-hating thoughts stop now, only
because they’d feel pointless to be my last. This is it, there’s
nothing left in me to push. I close my eyes, and accept what’s to
come.
    “ You’ve got this, Melanie.
Don’t give in yet,” the familiar masculine voice calls out. My eyes
shoot open and like an angel, there’s Kevin standing over me now.
I’m unable to tell if he’s furious or simply focused, but again
he’s looking at me with his eyes that force my body to comply. Of
course there’s really no energy in me to push back time, so Kevin
places two open hands beneath the weight and lightly begins raising
it up so that my arms still do most of the work and I get my
complete rep.
    Immediately I lean forward to bury my face
into my hands, horrified by what has just happened. I swear to
myself that I won’t cry, but it definitely feels like that’s
coming.
    “ You want to tell me just
what the fuck you were thinking?” He snaps once while I’m still
catching my breath. “You come out here by yourself, add way more
weight than you can handle and purposefully fail-out on the
bench-press? Do you have any idea how dangerous that
is?”
    “ I do,” I said in between
heaves, “I just.. got excited.” Kevin didn’t seem remotely
impressed by my answer. For a moment he actually makes me feel
guilty for attempting the weight without him, but then I remember
I’m not the only one who needs to give an explanation. “Wait, how
did you know I was in here?” His mouth hangs open as if he’s no
longer going to start his next guilt-laden sentence and the
faintest hint of pink sprouts at the tops of his cheekbones. While
he searches for his words he comes over to the bench and sits down
next to me.
    “ I... volunteered for
maintenance and surveillance for tonight. I owed a favor to the
owner.”
    “ And you just happened to
pass the third floor women’s weight room? There’s nothing up here
that needs more than two minutes worth of maintenance.” Now I have
him cornered. It’s time for Mr. Kevin Campbell to come clean with
me. It feels heroic, like I’ve won. But when Kevin allows the
unbroken silence to continue I decide to press further. “Oh, I see.
You were probably showing your new client how to give head while
she work’s on toning her arms.” This reveal of my knowledge about
what I saw him and my mother is the first time I’ve ever mentioned
it out loud. It felt undeniably good to get it out, but once it was
I start regretting the way I said it with so much obvious emotional
attachment. I wish it could sound like I barely remembered it. Like
I didn’t revisit the memory almost every night.
    “ I’m not sure what you’re
referring to, Melanie. And I’m not sure why you’d care who I
brought up here. Apparently you don’t have time to even call me to
let me know you don’t need a trainer anymore.” The nerve of him to
turn this back on me boils my blood. How dare he refuse to
acknowledge what I saw him do with my mother. I could start to
scream. I could start to cry. but instead I turn to him and raise
my hand to slap his self-righteous arrogance right out of his smug
know-it-all smirk.
    But before I can make contact, Kevin turns to
look me in the eyes, and I realize how much I’ve missed him. His
absence has been the cause of so much needless anxiety and stress
in the last few weeks. The anger in each of us washes away from our
eyes as we turn to each other, and I collapse into his enormous
arms. He holds me there for a second, tightly, before he lifts my
chin up to his for a soft but very supportive kiss. Our lips
embrace and I feel the warmth of his tongue as it wetly massages
underneath mine.
    This is supposed to be the part where we stop
and confess feelings for each other. This is supposed to be where
we apologize, and promise never to abandon each other again.