Trained By Daddy by Ava Sinclair
Chapter Two
Gabe
Six yearsof running this gym and I have never flirted with a woman like I just did with Lila Corbett. I’d be almost ashamed of myself if I didn’t enjoy how it made me feel. It’s been a long dry spell. I’m surrounded by women all day long, but I’m picky about what I like. The voluptuous auburn-haired beauty has ticked boxes I didn’t even know I had.
Even after I get home, I can’t stop thinking about her. There’s something special about her, something sweet and soft. She’s so different from the women I spend my days around. I admire the hell out of those rock-hard gals who show up at the gym. They’re driven. They’re dedicated. They’re beautiful. They’re ambitions. And they’re disciplined, but not by me. Even though they’ve jokingly given me the nickname “Gym Daddy,” they don’t need a daddy, at least not the kind that secretly lurks inside of me, the kind that wants a grown-up baby girl to spank and cuddle and fuck until her toes curl.
But Lila? Maybe it’s just a vibe, but the way she glanced at me, the way she shot me those shy little smiles and submitted to the measurements even though she was clearly embarrassed and scared. My cock has gotten rock hard just thinking of other ways to get her to submit, of seeing her flush with humiliation as I part those soft round ass cheeks.
Cut it out, Gabe.
I flip on the television for a distraction. I don’t need to go there. I don’t even know her yet. She wasn’t wearing a ring, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a boyfriend. If she does, though, he’s doing something wrong. Lila Corbett should be walking around with her head held high. I can tell she’s not proud of her body. I probably said more today than I should have in a professional setting when I told her she carried her weight well. I’d really wanted to tell her she was gorgeous. I really wanted to ask her out on a date right then and there.
I flip through the channels. Soccer is on ESPN. I watch as the players navigate the ball from one end of the pitch to the other. Soccer could be a metaphor for relationships. So much dodging and weaving. So many obstacles. I have friends whose only motivation is to score. My goal is different. The shallow, physical affairs of my past have left me hollow, even if the women have been willing and very sweet. I want something deeper, something that’s forever. But my dominance makes it difficult to find the right kind of woman.
I know a relationship with me will be demanding. I’m a love-and-protect kind of guy. I want a woman who wants to be led, not because she’s weak, but because she’s strong enough to know what she wants. I want a woman who craves a sexy spanking but submits to a real one. At the gym, women call me Daddy as an inside joke. I want a woman who will call me Daddy and mean it.
