Chapter 177: Please Teach Me, Ana!
After wrapping up my brutal gym session under Ana’s tough coaching—legs like jelly, lungs on fire—I collapsed flat on the cool rubberized gym floor, every muscle quivering for a break.
"You are too much... hahh... huff..."
"Baby, you have to improve your stamina."
Sweat poured off me in rivers, soaking my blue sports bra until it clung sheer to my full breasts, tiny shorts wedged uncomfortably high on pale thighs, raven ponytail matted sticky against my neck.
Chest heaved like bellows, I gasped for air, stars dancing in my vision from the final sprint she’d pushed me through.
Ana crouched beside me with that signature soft chuckle, her athletic frame casting a shadow as she slid strong arms under my back and knees, lifting me up smooth and effortless—like I was a feather instead of a grown woman.
She cradled me close against her chest, desert sage scent blooming warm and comforting around us, eyes sparkling behind her glasses. Then she dipped her head, capturing my lips in a deep, claiming kiss that stole what little breath I had left.
Already spent, I melted into it completely, moaning helpless and soft into her mouth, body going boneless in her hold as her tongue teased mine lazy before she pulled back with a playful nip to my lower lip.
"Your ass is looking way too perky now after all that work—damn, progress," she murmured approving, voice husky low.
Her free hand slid down to give it a firm, echoing spank right through the damp shorts—sharp sting blooming hot. I bit back a surprised moan, face flaming red as arousal twisted traitor in my core.
"Ahhh!"
"What a cute moan~"
"You’re such a pervert, Ana—always finding excuses to grope," I grumbled half-hearted, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as fresh heat pooled slick between my thighs.
She grinned wicked, those eyes glinting mischievous behind her specs. "Oh yeah? Keep running that mouth, princess, and I might stuff your mouth with my dick. Then just bend you over and knot your pussy raw right against that treadmill—legs hooked high, every mirror catching your tits bouncing, slick dripping down for the full show."
I shivered hard all over, skin prickling goosebumps—half raw anticipation thrumming in my veins, half genuine fear of her actually doing it in the gym. My core clenched empty and needy anyway. "Ana... should I just shower quick here in the locker room? I’m gross and sticky."
"Nah, skip it—let’s get you home first where it’s completely private. You can soak in our massive tub, maybe even load it up with bubbles and that lavender oil you love if you’re extra good for me."
She lowered me carefully onto my shaky feet, steadying my hips with firm hands before grabbing a clean towel from the rack.
With gentle, thorough strokes, she wiped sweat from my flushed face, trailed down my neck and collarbone, dabbed under my arms and across my heaving chest—caring almost tender.
She shrugged into her fitted light jacket, zipping it halfway, then handed me mine—a soft fleece pullover that carried her scent like a hug.
Wobbling a bit, I rose on tiptoes and leaned in quick, pressing a light kiss to her warm cheek—grateful, sneaky. She immediately wrapped a one-armed side hug around my waist, pulling me steady against her side, her body heat chasing away the gym’s chill.
"Mmm, smooth move. But you want something from me, don’t you? That wasn’t just a freebie kiss—those emerald eyes are scheming already."
I coughed awkward and loud, jerking my gaze away fast, cheeks burning hotter than the workout. "N-nothing at all... I-I just... wanted to kiss you because you’re amazing, that’s all..."
Total lie—she saw right through, voice shifting to playful-stern as her arm tightened possessive. "Liar straight up. I see that needy sparkle in those pretty eyes—you’re plotting something. Spill it now."
"No! Seriously, I don’t want anything!" I protested weak, voice pitching high, but she just arched one perfect brow, waiting me out patient.
"Emily Leonhart. Try again."
"Okay, fine, you win! Can you teach me how to drive a motorcycle? Pretty please? That big black beast of yours in the garage looks so badass—I wanna feel the wind, shift gears, the whole thrill!"
She hit me with a total blank stare, arms folding slow across her chest like I’d lost my mind. "Are you kidding me right now? Dead serious, Emily?"
"What do you mean? Come on, it’ll be awesome! I’ve been practicing strength—"
She sighed heavy, pinching the bridge of her nose like I was a hopeless toddler mid-tantrum.
"Just because you powered through a couple measly 4kg dumbbells without bursting into tears doesn’t mean you’re suddenly strong enough or coordinated for a motorcycle. Those things are beasts—vibrating monsters with zero forgiveness. Handle the throttle wrong, miss a shift, lock the brakes funny? You’re roadkill, princess. Not happening."
"But I want to drive your motorcycle so bad! Picture me zooming around, hair flying—fun, right? I promise I’ll listen to every word, no messing around."
"Cut the whining right now, or I’ll shut you up by making you moan so loud the whole area hears—bent over that weight bench maybe."
I blushed nuclear red, squirming on the spot, thighs pressing together instinctive. "You’re bullying me again, Ana. So not fair—you know I can’t resist when you talk like that."
She stepped closer, towering a bit, voice dipping dangerous. "This? Baby stuff compared to bullying. Nah, princess—you haven’t seen the real bully in me yet. Save your energy for tonight; I’ll show you."
"Please, Ana? Pretty please with cherries? I’ll be your perfect student!" I batted lashes full puppy-dog mode, clasping hands begging.
Head shake firm as steel. "No."
"Pleeease?"
"Absolutely no."
"Pleeease~ With extra sugar and sprinkles on top?"
"Still a hard no, needy girl."
Pout turning epic, I played my secret weapon ace card, voice wheedling sweet. "Okay, okay... desperate deal: I’ll let you dress me however you want. Anything goes—no complaining, no limits. Leather, lace, collars, the works."
That hooked her—eyes lighting up slow like dawn, smirk curling sinful as she circled me predatory. "However, I mean... like however I want? Custom leather corset cinched tight, micro-skirts barely covering that perky ass, chokers with bells, thigh-highs? No take-backs, no safe words out?"
"Yes! Total promise—dress-up doll for a night!"
Leaning in close, breath hot on my ear, voice filled with desire. "Emily, that’s a deal locked now—you cannot back down even a little. Otherwise, the consequences will be very bad... punishment knots for days, leaving you limping."
"You’d fuck me senseless until I can’t walk straight tomorrow morning, right? Hell, we’ve blown past that ages ago—none of you hold back gentle ever."
Her gaze went full predator-dark, stripping me bare with just a look as both hands reached out deliberate—fingers poking firm into my breasts through the damp bra fabric, thumbs circling nipples with teasing pressure, rolling and flicking until they pebbled achingly hard under her touch.
"You haven’t seen the real monster in me yet, Emily. Not even a glimpse."
Wild shiver racked me, soft moan escaping as electric jolts zinged straight to my core. "Ana... oh god, it feels so weird... all tingly and hot..."
"Not a single inch of movement, Emily. Endure it like a good girl—prove you can handle my little teases without crumbling." Fingers lingered merciless, pinching light tugs that made me bite my lip bloody, knees knocking.
"I will! I swear on everything!"
"You’ll hear every single word I teach you—no daydreaming, no ’oops’ moments."
"I will! Pinky-swear... ahhh... blood oath, whatever!"
"You’ll learn to drive properly—smooth gear shifts, lean turns, emergency braking like a pro racer."
"Wait, hold up—rewards? C’mon, what’s my prize after acing it?"
Low laugh rumbled from her chest, finally easing fingers off my throbbing chest but holding my gaze captive intense. "Me personally teaching you, step by step? That’s your biggest reward, needy little thing. Take the deal or walk—but we both know you won’t."
"Fine... deal sealed." I grinned shaky triumphant, heart hammering wild.
