**Gym Chantelle**

I never expected Chantelle—the personal trainer with the tight leggings, the one who made every guy in the gym stare—to be the one holding my leash. But here we were, late evening after hours, just the two of us, and she had me right where she wanted me.

She’d slipped something into my pre-workout shake, something that made my skin tingle and my cock throb even as my brain turned to mush. “You like that, don’t you?” she murmured, pressing me against the squat rack. Her fingers traced the outline of my swollen dick through my shorts. “Look at you, all weak and desperate already.”

I groaned, hips twitching as she palmed me. Her breath was hot against my ear. “You’re gonna do *exactly* what I say, aren’t you?”

I nodded like an idiot.

Chantelle smirked and shoved me down to my knees. The cool gym floor bit into my skin as she slowly peeled off her leggings, revealing thick thighs and the wet glisten of her pussy. “Taste me,” she ordered.

I didn’t hesitate. Her cunt was already swollen, her clit hard under my tongue. She moaned, grinding against my face as I lapped at her, drunk on her musk. “Pathetic,” she sighed, gripping my hair. “You’d do anything for this, wouldn’t you?”

I whined into her, my cock aching between my legs. She laughed, pulling away just as I was about to come. “Uh-uh,” she tutted. “Hands behind your back.”

I obeyed, trembling as she circled me. Her fingers trailed down my chest, my stomach, finally wrapping around my throbbing cock. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say,” she whispered, stroking me just *barely* enough to drive me insane. “Beg.”

“Please—” I choked out. “Please let me cum.”

Chantelle’s grip tightened. “Say it again. Louder.”

I was panting, my balls tight. “Fuck, *please*, I need it—”

She squeezed the base of my cock, cutting me off. “Not yet.” Her free hand grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at her. “Tell me what a desperate little bitch you are.”

The words spilled out of me. “I’m a desperate little bitch. I’ll do anything. *Fuck*—”

She smiled, cruel and perfect. “Good boy.” Then she let go.

I came so hard I saw stars, ropes of cum splattering the gym floor between us. Chantelle stepped back, admiring her work. “Clean it up,” she said, toeing my mess with her sneaker. “Lick it.”

And like the desperate, drugged-up slut she’d made me, I did.