Chapter 2

Your wife walks into the gym, feeling the weight of the day lift off her shoulders. She is here to clear her mind, to focus on herself for a change. She heads straight for the treadmill, adjusting the speed to a comfortable pace. As she runs, she feels the sweat trickling down her body, her heart pounding in her chest. She is in her zone, focused on the rhythm of her feet, when she catches a glimpse of someone out of the corner of her eye. She looks over, and there he is, the man she had told you about last night.

She's seen him around, always lifting absurd amounts of weight and watching the women as they worked out. She had tried to ignore him, but today he is too close, too bold. He is standing by the weight machines, watching her intently. She can feel his eyes on her, and a shiver runs down her spine. She can feel his presence, heavy and oppressive, as she moves from one machine to the next. She tries to focus on her workout, but every few minutes, she catches him watching her. She wants to leave, to escape, but she feels trapped here, surrounded by mirrored walls and his unrelenting gaze.

Your wife watches in disbelief as the bully intimidates a smaller man by grabbing the weights he was about to use. He laughs loudly and flexes his muscles, clearly trying to assert his dominance. Your wife can feel her heart pounding in her chest as she witnesses the blatant display of power and aggression. She can't help but admire his towering presence as he lifts weights in the corner of the weightlifting area.

She watches intently as he focuses on his workout, his expression hard and determined. She pushes herself harder, trying to drown out the arousal that is welling up inside her. But no matter how much she runs, how many reps she completes, the man remains, a constant, menacing presence in her mind.

As she continues to observe, the bully moves on to a woman who is using a particular machine. He walks over to her and starts making derogatory comments about her technique, mocking her in front of the other gym-goers. Your wife clenches her fists, feeling a surge of anger at the injustice of it all. She notices that his arms are massive and powerful, covered in tattoos, as is everything she can see of his shoulders, back and chest beneath his tank top.

Your wife's heart races as she approaches the next machine, the one she's been eyeing for the past few minutes. She'd seen the predator, the gym bully, lingering nearby, but she refuses to let him intimidate her. As she reaches for the handle, the bully, using a completely different piece of equipment a few feet away, says, "That machine is taken," pointing to his water bottle.

She refuses to be cowed. "No, it's not," she replies her voice firm and steady. "You're using that one." She points to the machine he's currently on.

He scowls, clearly displeased by her defiance. "I'm doing a circuit of three machines," he growls.

She's not about to let him push her around. With a calculated move, she reaches for his water bottle, which is resting on the machine's handle. She casually moves it to the side and then she stepped onto the machine. The bully seeths, his face flushing with anger. She can sense his simmering rage, but she refuses to look at him. Instead, she focuses on her workout, determined to ignore his presence and show him that she wouldn't be bullied. As she pumps the weights, she can feel his eyes on her, but she doesn't let it faze her. He stands just behind her, far too close, glowering at her for the entire time.

"I ought to throat fuck you, bitch, and make you gag on my cock," she hears him mutter, almost to himself, barely loud enough to be heard. She suddenly feels herself flush with anger and desire. She quickly finishes her set and leaves, leaving a damp spot behind on the seat. Whe she is no longer looking, he sniffs it, inhaling her scent, like a wolf.