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“You look like every woman’s wet dream,” Silla comments as we walk down the stairs.

“Too bad for all of the other women in the world that I’m only yours and Andrya’s,” I tease her, kissing her forehead before we step out into the cool air outside.

Shivering, Silla pushes herself immediately into a run.

“Woah,” I laugh. “Come stretch with me, Pet.”

Huffing, she walks back. “I’m cold, though,” she complains.

“As you stretch, you’ll get warm, I promise,” I tell her, making her wrinkle her nose at me. She really is adorable. Silla isn’t even really whining, she’s telling the truth. It’s getting really fucking cold.

Showing her the proper way to stretch, we work through them until I know she’s not going to hurt herself. Silla has a lot of old wounds that were rapidly healed, so I don’t know if that is going to cause any long lasting issues down the road. Once we’re past this stage of our lives, and we’re all safe, I want to hire a doctor to do a full work up.

It just feels as if we’re doing nothing but staying one step ahead of survival lately.

Jogging together is nice, and as much as Silla dislikes running, she does it well. I don’t know that there’s many things that she doesn’t do well, but that could be my biased view.

I’ve been coming here enough in the past few days that I recognize a few people as I walk in.

“Hey man,” the owner says with a grin as he comes over. We got a membership for the guys, but each of us has a guest pass as well. “Winter is gearing up, isn’t it? I wonder how bad it’ll be this year.”

I shrug because this is the first year I’ll be spending it in the city in a long time. I don’t know what to expect.

“We’re going to do a bit of sparring,” I explain with a smile. “Is there an open room by chance?”

We could do it on the open floor, but Silla won’t be able to keep her sweatshirt on when we spar. The less people I need to kill because they saw her in her sports bra, the better. I can’t stop looking at her toned legs, the hint of her ass, even her neck is turning me on at this point. It’s going to be a damn uncomfortable sparring session.

These shorts don’t hide shit, but I’m wearing a long-sleeved shirt that’s covering things for now.

“Yes, there’s one at the end of the corridor,” the owner says. Fuck… Mark is his name. “I’ll sign it out to you until you’re done.”

“Thanks, man,” I tell him with a nod.

Walking to the room, I open the door. It’s a large space with mats rolled up neatly and put away. Setting everything up after I lock the door doesn’t take long, and then I tape both Silla and my hands.

“Alright,” I tell her with a lazy smile as she takes off her sweatshirt. “If you manage to pin me to the ground, I’ll let you fuck out that nervous energy. If I pin you to the ground, I’m in control.”

“Sidney,” she whispers, eyes wide. “I don’t think that's the threat you mean for it to be. I’m getting dicked down either way.”

Silla is more relaxed here, I notice. I think it’s because the door is closed, and no one can see us. There’s a lot of windows as well that point toward the woods where this gym is located.

“Big words for such a pretty little love,” I coo with a wink as I pull my shirt off. Silla’s eyes trail along all of the skin I have showing, and I’m hoping to shatter her focus today. I’m not planning to play fair today. “Come show me what you can do.”

Silla takes a running leap at me, taking me by surprise as she pushes at my chest while looping her legs around mine to overbalance me. Fuck…

Once we’re on the ground, Silla pushes her knees into my forearms while shoving her elbow into my neck. She’s not fucking around, and I love to see my girl feral. Twisting and thrusting to dislodge her, she matches me pace for pace, until I finally am able to flip her onto her stomach when her limbs start to tire.

“It seems I’ve caught you, Silla,” I breathe in her ear. Silla looks beautiful with her ass up, wrists bound in my hand while I hold her legs down with my knee. Whimpering, she still struggles, even though there’s no way she’s going to be able to get away from me. I don’t think she truly even wants to. Shoving down her pants and panties, I shift my torso back to look at my prize while ensuring that I’m still holding her calves pinned to the ground. Running my thumb through her arousal, Silla whimpers for me.

“Sidney, please don’t tease,” she begs, making me smile.

“Tell me, Pet. Were you a bad girl this morning and fucked yourself with the big purple dildo?” I ask her, moving my thumb once it’s coated to rub her clit.

“Wha-ohhhh,” she moans, trying to thrust her hips up for more.

Spanking her ass, I revel in her gasps. “Answer, or I’ll spank you, fuck that tight pussy, and refuse to let you come.”

“You… that’s mean,” she whines, making me bark in laughter. “Fine, yes I fucked myself this morning. Andrya’s hands roam when she sleeps.”