Loving The New Me

"Is that what you're looking for?" he asked me, a mischevious delight alighting on his features, "No mercy."

"None," I explained, "Not an ounce of it. I want to be worked and I want to be worked hard. I want to be pushed to my absolute limit and wake up sore and used. I want to feel like every muscle in my body is aching just before you grant me only a moments relief."

He was breathing heavily, catching every single bit of my innuendo. Or so I thought at least.

"You do know this is touch football, right?" he asked.

"I'm a country girl, Jake," I said, "Grew up on a farm. There is a phrase I know. For breaking horses. Not supposed to do it. It's supposed to be too mean.

"But maybe I want a little mean."

I smiled, biting my lip and leaning in even more, enticing and drawing him into me, "Ride them hard and put them back wet.

That's what I want from you. I want you to show me what to do. I want you to break me, Jake.

"I want you to ride me hard. I want you to put me back wet."

He paused, then nodded, clearly catching the fact that I wasn't talking about football at all.

"Problem is that I don't know if you have it in you," I said, pushing my finger into the countertop as I mused idly about his capabilities, "I mean you've got the bulk and you've got the power, but I saw you and your finger game was weak. Life is about more than just a rush to the endzone. It's about dexterity. It's about the joy of the dance.

"Do you have that in you?"

I didn't know which part on the team he played. Which role. Truthfully I knew so little about sports altogether that I didn't even really know what the name of the various parts were. Positions? I think they were called positions.

Regardless, whatever part he played on the team the man struck me as big enough to be one of the big defender guys who hit people. Because he was enormous and he was broad shouldered and he was muscular and he was powerful.

What I hadn't accounted for was how goddamn fast he could be.

His hands snapped out and he barely even leaned over the counter to reach me. In an instant he had his hands on my hips and my feet were leaving the ground, pulled into him as he dragged me against him and I half squealed while the other part of me tried to catch my breath.

But I was crushed against him. Eyes wide and heart pounding as he spun me and deftly set me on my feet on the far side of the counter. Turned around so that I was on the far side of him, so that he was standing between me and escape.

Not that I wanted to escape. No, right now I was precisely where I needed to be.

"Oh my," I mused, pressing my finger into his chest and feeling the firmness of the muscle beneath it, "You just picked me up like I was as light as a feather."

Jake shrugged, feigning nonchalance but now I was pressing my palm into his chest and I could feel his heart pounding with anticipation.

"It felt like the thing to do," he said, "I mean we're not private back here, but maybe I can show you a few things. Maybe test you out. Maybe show you what I can do."

"Push my buttons?" I asked him, "Put me through the paces? Show me how much power and speed and dexterity you can manage?"

He grinned wider and so did I.

And I was absolutely loving this new version of myself.

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