Chapter Two

The Extra Mile

Lillian sat in her office, the heavy wooden door shut, secluding her from the noise and bustle on the other side. The sleek smoky walls of her sanctuary were accented by rich wooden shelves, covered with various awards and framed photos. She stared out her large window, overlooking the city below her, swiveling slowly in her office chair. Tapping one corner of her seat against the desk as she rotated, her hand resting on her leg. Lillian used her index finger to leisurely trace the bite mark on her inner thigh. Her red heels were resting on the floor in front of her, as she recalled the steam room the night before.

Triston’s efforts had held her brain hostage today. Unable to accomplish anything other than checking emails, she was frustrated with herself. The day was dragging, and she kept eyeing her gym bag on the chair next to the door. What she would give to leave early and sprint to the studio. It was not guaranteed Triston would be there, he had proved to be erratic in his workout schedule. That annoyed her even more.

She studied the reflection in the glass, a red button down shirt glowed in the afternoon sun. The expression that stared back from the glass seemed mystified. Long ebony hair flowed around her arms and rested on her blouse. A few buttons open, exposing a solitaire diamond necklace, laid softly on a defined collar bone.

Lillian wondered what she would say to him if he did show up this evening. The latest encounter may prove to create awkwardness amongst the near strangers. She didn’t have his number, or even his last name. These thoughts made her suddenly aware of her promiscuousness, and caused a feeling of guilt to rise inside her stomach.

Maybe she should skip her routine tonight, and give it a day or two to cool down. Lillian remembered their deal, knowing she had an out if she wanted. The truth was, she enjoyed his mysterious entrance, as well as his sudden character change. Consumed by the pleasure lingering between her legs, she pulled her black skirt back down around her knees.

Triston was proving to make a serious effort in his homework, Lillian had never experienced anything like the sweaty steam room. There were still two hours left in the workday, a cup of coffee might help to distract the thoughts creeping back into her brain. Walking to the door, she brushed against the bag, and decided she needed a run to even out tonight.




The private fitness center was a welcome sight as she approached, still dressed in her sexy business outfit. Her heels tapped quickly on the entrance floor. Lillian made her way to the locker room, scanning the perimeter as she went. Changing quickly and rushing out to the floor, almost forgetting the damn gym bag. She had to shake her head back into focus.

Entering the room, there was music playing softly over the speakers, and members were engrossed in various routines.

Lillian knew she needed to warm up before running, looking for an open space to stretch. Grabbing her arms, she crossed them over her chest, pulling lightly. She raised her hands and tugged from one side to the other, feeling her obliques answer her movements. Satisfied, she leaned forward, holding her elbows in each hand, letting the weight of her upper body stretch her hamstrings. Upside down, her long ponytail brushed the floor. She opened her eyes and spotted Triston, in a plum colored tank, walking quickly to the treadmills.

Lillian almost fell forward on her face in shock. Grabbing her baring's and taking a deep breath she raised herself from her forward fold. The blood drained from her head, and eyesight began to clear. The nervous flutters in her stomach were matched by the aching in her groin.

Walking behind an arm machine she contemplated her next move. Triston always seemed to have the best entrances, she wanted to match his creative approach. Lillian decided she would surprise him from behind, and whisper something scandalous.

Just as she rounded the corner to make her approach, the arm machine she was using as cover expanded, sending a large metal bar crashing into her face. Lillian was flung out into the center of the gym, tripping backward on a stack of weights, and slamming hard onto the floor. Her legs sprawled in a large V shape, coming to rest on kettlebells and dumbbells.

She sat up mortified, but was met by another hard impact. Lillian’s forehead slammed into what felt like a brick wall, blinding her. A voice rang out loudly in front of her.

“I am so sorry!” Triston said. “Are you okay?”

His large frame came slowly into focus, and Lillian could feel the humiliation devour any confidence she had.

“Oh my gosh I am so fucking embarrassed,” she groaned. Lillian shamefully allowed him to lift her upright. Noticing his muscles flexing under her small frame only made her feel worse.

So much for my sexy entrance, she thought while surveying the damage.

Bringing her hand to her nose, and expecting to find blood, she was relieved when it came back clean. Lillian’s eyes finally met Triston’s, who was smiling widely in amusement.

“Something funny?” she asked, irritated.

“This is the definition of situational irony,” he beamed at her, his blue eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lights.

“What?” she huffed.

“You were trying to hide from me, and yet you wound up spread eagle in front of the entire place,” he said, chuckling softly.

Triston reached up and grabbed a stray hair in Lillian’s face, tucking it behind her ear. She stepped back quickly, almost falling again.

“I was trying to-” she began, but decided to not give away her objective. “It doesn’t matter, where is my bag?”

She searched the floor for her things, the people in the room going back to their regimens. An employee quickly came over to stack the equipment, and ask Lillian if she was okay.

“I am fine, thank you,” she said kindly.

“Should I help you over to the treadmills?” Triston offered his hand, “You may want to stick to walking today.”

“I am fine,” she said again, irked.

“Alright, but if you fall again try not to head butt me,” Triston said, lifting her bag from the floor behind him, and swinging it over his shoulder.

He walked quickly to the machines, forcing Lillian to follow. The duffle looked tiny draped across his back. His dirty read already opened, from when he abandoned it to run to her.

Stepping on, she looked at him defeated. Expecting Triston to return her gear, but instead he zipped it open carefully and reached inside. Passing the water bottle first, then her towel, saving the tablet for last. Raising her hand to accept the items, Triston hesitated when he noticed the post-it on the back.

“What’s this?” he said, curiously.

“It’s for you actually,” she answered sheepishly.

Triston's face concentrated on the words carefully written on the yellow paper. A wicked smile formed on his lips, but disappeared quickly as he folded the note, tucking it away in his pocket.

“I appreciate the time and thought you put into it,” he said.

“More homework for you,” she said, while pressing the settings on the machine. The beeping sounds caused him to look over at Lillian.

Triston handed her the tablet, and set his own machine.

“So Lucas and Anne,” he started, his voice all business, “reunited at last.”

Lillian stared at him confused. Unable to decipher if he was speaking of the book or their own story.

“I am honestly surprised Markus didn’t put up more of a fight,” he continued.

Lillian nodded, and exhaled. She felt like she had been holding her breath since the fall.

They continued to speak about Markus and his goodbye scene. Taking Anne in a barn while the other werewolves watched. A demonstration of his alpha male dominance, Anne had willingly participated with the audience howling around her. Until Lucas swooped down from the gables and snatched Anne in his arms. The vampire escaped with his naked prize into the night. Anne let him bite into her as punishment, afraid of his jealousy. Triston seemed fascinated with the power the two mystical men had over Anne, both able to get her to do things completely out of her character.

“So I am pretty much done with this one,” he said, waving the book as he slowed his pace.

Lillian’s sweat was dripping down the sides of her face, matting stray hairs to her skin. She had been jogging much longer than usual, but did not want to stop the conversation. She was hot from the exertion, but it did not compare to the scorching ache between her legs.

Something about his desire to understand the words and his commitment to becoming the perfect lover had her yearning for his touch again. It had Lillian aroused, but Triston’s demeanor remained completely serious. He was flirting, but was not hinting at all about their time together less than a day ago.

She slowed her pace to match his and stared out into the room sulking. Lillian did not want to bring it up, so she bit her lip and focused on her steps. This whole evening felt like one big cock tease.

“So which one on your list do you recommend next?” he asked her playfully.

“I don’t know, just pick one I guess,” she said. She didn’t mean to sound short, but the tension between her thighs was affecting her attitude.

Triston raised his eyebrows, shocked at the sudden change. Brushing it off, he grabbed his towel and wiped down his face. Stopping his machine he dismounted, grabbing his book.

“Alright I will,” he said smiling at her, “Thanks for your input as always.”

“Will I see you again this week?” she asked, hopeful to make up for her sassy comment.

Triston lifted his arms above his head and stretched, letting out a low groan as he brought them back down. The sound made Lillian’s flesh tingle.

He glanced up at her and winked. “I will be here, but I will try to be a little more stealthy than you with my entrance.”

Lillian rolled her eyes and pressed her lips together, causing him to laugh. “Goodnight Lilly.”

She watched him walk to the locker room and disappear. After a few more minutes she abandoned the treadmill and stood on the ground. Allowing her legs to adjust to the motionless floor. Tossing her belongings in her bag, she let out a sigh and started towards the lockers.

Swallowing the disappointment, but looking forward to a cold shower.





After fumbling in the stall, Lillian turned the water off. She did everything in her power to avoid her sensitive bits, knowing it was not the place to satisfy her desires. There were women getting dressed and styling their hair around her, unaware of her racing mind.

Walking back to her locker she ran the towel through her hair. Wrapping it tightly on her head, she proceeded to get dressed. Her black lace bra brushed against her sensitive nipples, she cursed Triston in her head as she buttoned her red blouse over the garment.

Lillian decided it best to skip her matching panties, tossing them hastily in her bag, and dragging on her black skirt. Avoiding that area entirely, she didn’t need the friction at the moment. She would be heading straight home anyway, to a bottle of wine.

Her feet stuck to the inside of her red heels uncomfortably, causing her to do a little foot shimmy to adjust the damp skin. She grabbed her duffle, and made her way out towards the exit. About halfway down the private hall, she realized she was still wearing the damp towel on her head.

Damnit, what a fucking night. She thought as she turned sharply and walked back toward the door. Ripping the towel off and releasing her long dark mane.

The sound of heels clicked steadily on the floor, Lillian’s calves sore from the recent exertion. A door opened ahead of her, so she slowed her pace to avoid another collision. When no one exited the dark room, she approached suspiciously. The door was ajar, but it was dark. A light was on in the far corner of the storage room, casting a soft pink glow inside. It looked empty, besides a few pieces of equipment and broken benches.

She continued to pass, but her curiosity was taunting her to turn around and inspect the room. Lillian stopped in the middle of the hall and waited. Looking over her shoulder at the gleam on the clean tile.

A shadow spread slowly onto the floor, the silhouette of a man standing just before the doorway. Lillian inhaled quickly, suddenly feeling nervous at the unseen stranger lurking in the darkened space. A hand appeared in the doorframe, motioning her to come closer, the dark tan fingers silently opening and closing, summoning her to comply.

Lillian recognized the strong arm and dark skinned digits. She had been staring at them all evening, remembering how they felt plunging inside her the night before. She almost jumped into the room, breathless with excitement.

Triston waited for her to enter, and shut the door. His back was to her, as he clicked the lock. The soft light made it feel like a spa, casting shadows on the walls. She noticed how her own profile seemed to be panting in front of her. She gripped the wet towel in her hand, nervously waiting for Triston to speak.

Shifting her weight, she opened her mouth, the silence was killing her. The more time that passed, the more uncomfortable she felt locked in the room. Before she could make a sound, his voice grumbled low against the door.

“That is a nice skirt,” he said, “and the blouse, my favorite color.”

She shifted her eyes around the room, there was no other exit, Triston was blocking it like a barricade of flesh. His hair was shining, still wet from his recent shower. She could smell the soap in the air from both of their clean bodies. He was wearing a tight black dress shirt and gray dress pants. He looked so different out of his shorts and t-shirts. The clothing seemed to strain against his sculpted form.

Triston turned and ran his hand across the bench as he stalked closer to her. His face was expressionless, but his eyes burned with desire. The way they studied her body, she felt completely exposed in front of him. Lillian could hear her heartbeat in her eardrums.

When he reached her, she fought back the urge to kiss him, stubborn for him to make the first move. When he leaned in, Lillian closed her eyes, waiting patiently for the sensation of his lips. Lillian was left wanting, surprised as Triston's hands grabbed her hips and turned her around forcefully. His chest and pelvis were pressed tightly against her ass, she could feel his cock bearing into her body.

“Miss Lilly,” he growled into her ear, “I am going to bend you over this bench.”

The heat of his breath spread on her exposed neck, making her shiver. Triston grabbed her long hair with one hand, and ran his other hand across the nape of her neck.

“You were sassy with me out there tonight,” he said. Triston's large palms traveled down her sides, reaching her hips.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked as he grabbed her frame firmly and lifted her over the bench. Her body teetered, and bent over, her ass hiked up in the air.

Triston grunted in satisfaction. “Little brats don’t usually get rewarded for bad behavior.”

He grabbed the hem of her skirt and slid it tentatively up her body. Lillian could feel the entirety of her bottom exposed in the air, and her insides throbbed with desire. Already wet with excitement, she breathed in sharply waiting for what Triston would do next.

“You naughty girl,” he whispered, slapping her ass lightly, “I had been wondering all night what color your panties might be. This is a surprise.”

Smacking her ass again, harder this time, she moaned out in pleasure. He rubbed the mark tenderly, circling it slowly with his palm. Lillian could feel the heat from the sting. She tried to look back at him but he whacked her other cheek.

“You just lay there Miss Lilly,” he rumbled, “let me work.”

Lillian finally let go of the towel and braced each hand against the wall. Ready for his next assignment.

Grabbing the towel from the floor Lillian could hear his heavy breathing behind her. He used his leg to spread her knees further apart. She had to hold back from squealing in anticipation.

He pinched her skin with his fingertips, spreading her wider. Then ran his open palm against her pussy on display. The touch was enough to make her cream, but she fought back the urge. She did not want to get scolded like last time.

Triston took his time standing over her, she could see his outline on the wall. Lillian wiggled her bottom, trying to tempt him into accelerating his advance.

With a snap, her ass stung from the impact of the twisted towel. She yelped out in shock. Out of instinct she tried to stand up, but Triston's hand was on her lower back, holding her down against the bench.

“Bad girl,” he grunted, “stay still Miss Lilly.”

The towel snapped again, this time it caught her tender lips, sending a foreign sensation to her delicate skin. Her legs shook from the thwack. She felt herself start to throb with exhilaration.

“What book do you recommend next Miss Lilly?”

Another crack of the cloth, and she bit her lip hard. Lillian wondered what would happen if she didn’t answer. The impact of the towel caught her clit next, causing her to jolt again. She was reeling from the heat on her bottom. Triston dropped the towel to the floor and began to rub her skin again. He ran his tongue across the welts, and bit her flesh gently.

“I am waiting,” he spoke into her folds, teasing her with his breath.

Lillian was stubborn and remained quiet, she pushed herself backward, burying his face into her sopping cunt.

He laughed into her but retreated. “Not until you answer, naughty girls do not get rewarded.”

Triston raised his hand and spanked her hard on her center, catching her core and ass together. Reacting to her moans he continued to punish her steadily. Placing his other hand on her entrance, his fingers pinched her bud firmly. He rubbed them together and twisted from side to side. Lillian rocked against the bench, unable to keep still.

Triston released her, only to land another thrash, the sound of her wet skin echoed in the small room. Lillian was seeping from the stimulation. Finally she shuddered out the next novel.

“Haunt Me Only” she said desperately.

“Good girl,”

Lillian could feel his tongue, licking her tender round ass, and occasionally nibbling her with his teeth. He massaged her swollen clit in slow firm circles, and she couldn’t hold back this time, bucking up in pleasure, she came hard onto his hand. The soft groans reverberated against the walls.

“Thank you Miss Lilly,” he whispered, repositioning her skirt.

Triston stepped back and walked toward the door, leaving Lillian bent over.

“Where the fuck are you going?” she gasped.

“I have to get to the bookstore before it closes,” he smiled and left the room.