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Training With Pain
(Daisy Rose)

My knees wanted to buckle and again, I fought against the urge to give in so easily. I was stronger than this. I wasn't going to just-



Deftly, he swept my legs out from under me and I felt myself being airborne for a second that lasted too long in my mind. He caught me in his arms easily and suddenly, he was on top of me, his body weighing me down. He was bigger than I had imagined. I knew he was holding himself back and steadying himself with his palms on the floor, but he was still too heavy pressing against my chest and forcing all the air out of my lungs.



In an instant, his mouth was on my throat, his hands busy at my blouse, tearing off my clothes as if they were made of paper. I shrieked, half in dismay and half in arousal, pushing him with my fists against his chest. I heard the rending tear as he ripped my blouse away and expertly unhooked my bra, taking it off with amazing ease.



"Tell me to stop and I'll do it," he groaned against my breast, his breath so ridiculously warm that I felt as though it was burning me. His low moan sounded like a growl, an ominous rumble that filled the dark elevator and vibrated through it.



"Don't," I breathed, my body responding to his rough touches. He was too strong for me and I loved it. I loved every second of it. There must be something wrong with me.



Adrenaline surged through my veins. "Good girl," he groaned, his voice soothing and warm. His hands were beneath me, stroking my back, forcing me to arch upwards so he could bury his mouth in my throat, kissing and licking. He captured my pulse in his mouth and I let out a soft gasp.



His breathing was ragged and harsh, as if he was still holding back even as he ripped my skirt and tore my panties away. I was completely naked now. I must be quite a sight, lying amongst my own torn clothes. The carpet was warm, but I was thankful to be lying over my clean clothes instead of that.



The fear of the elevator lights coming on suddenly scared me more than his hands on my body, his body weighing me down. The thought of the doors opening with my colleagues on the other side of the sliding doors made my heart beat faster.



Mistaking my fear for arousal, he took my lips into another bruising kiss. He was so strong, so demanding. I couldn't help but want to surrender everything to him.



His hands were everywhere, stroking my skin, sliding across my limbs. My nipples hardened so much they ached with the need to be touched and when his kisses moved down my neck, I arched forward in a silent plea for him to take my breast into his mouth.



Teasingly, his lips brushed across my nipple. I let out a short moan of relief. It felt so good to be touched.