"This is a form of torture, you know" I huffed out as I continued to jog on the treadmill, my breath coming out fast and hard as I fought against the urge to pass out.
I blew hair out of my eyes as I glanced over at my trainer, who was having the time of his life leaning against the pillar whilst staring me down. His eyes on me as I continued to push past the jelly in my legs.
"Lyla, you're being dramatic. You've barely done five miles, you have five more to go until I even consider letting you stop" he said, looking over at the numbers on the treadmill screen before meeting mine.
I rolled my eyes and faced forward again, looking over at the lake ahead. The gym was situated behind it, trees lined the edges but there was a little break in them that allowed me to look at the water. Today was warm and the sun was shining down so the water shimmered like diamonds.
There was a family of ducks that occupied the lake. I went down when I could and left food for them and today I could see them sitting on the edge of the bank; the mother duck and six ducklings just having a grand old lazy time.
I didn't think I could ever be jealous of a duck but here we are.
"Roll your eyes at me again and I promise you that you won't enjoy what happens after" his deep voice grumbled, snapping me out of my duck daydream.
Ghost stood there, one eyebrow raised in challenge, and I could only imagine there was a smirk on his mouth under the mask he was wearing. He never took it off; the mask and probably the smirk too.
Fighting the urge to over dramatically roll them as I looked over at him, I continued the pace I had set, determined to finish these five miles in a record time. Ten miles wasn't a lot and I could easily do a lot more but I was recovering from an injury I'd received.
The task force we were in was an elite team sent out on special missions that required the special skill sets we all held. I was the newest member, having joined just over a year ago and this was the first serious injury that had taken me out of action for longer than a few days.
I'd hated missing out on the action for the last month and a half but I'd cracked two ribs and sustained a sprained ankle whilst taking down an enemy in an abandoned warehouse. He'd gotten the jump on me from above and after my initial surprise, I'd gained the upper hand and taken him out but not before he'd gotten a hit or two with a metal bat.
I'd wanted to go back out into the field weeks ago, even if it wasn't into the main squad, just being out there and helping even behind the scenes was enough for me. But for some reason, every time I had spoken to my boss about going back and undergone the necessary health checks, it had been shut down by Ghost each time.
He'd insisted on a two hour gym session every day after the first week; doing minimal exercises and gradually building up to longer and harder ones. The jogging was kept low for my ankle to make sure I didn't roll on it and potentially break it fully in its weakened state.
"Right, that's time" Ghost called, stepping to the machine and turning the speed down gradually so I could slow down without causing a muscle injury. Once the machine was at a complete stop, I hopped off and took some deep breaths to control my breathing.
I started to undo the straps on my weighted vest and pulled it off me, dumping it over a nearby bench as I cooled down. I eyed Ghost from the side as he walked about the space, putting things back where they belong, resetting the machines for the next person to use.
"So when can I join you guys back out there?" I asked, watching him restock some weights we had used earlier on, his back to me. He didn't didn't turn around as he spoke but for a split second, I thought I saw him hesitate in his movements.
"Another week, possibly longer" he responded, heading away from me to the other side where the water tank was, pouring a cup's worth and turning around to hold it out to me.
He was a stoic man and his mood was more grumpy than anything else but every now and then, there would be a small spark of niceness from him. Like pouring me a cup of water even though I had arms and legs to get it myself and hadn't even asked.
I walked over and took it from him, his large hand covering most of the plastic, it was one of the rare times he wasn't wearing his thick gloves and I took the opportunity to take in the veins on the back of it, the black rose tattoo there.
"You know that I'm perfectly capable of being back out in the field now, have been for weeks, I don't understand why you keep refusing it."
"I want to make sure you're ready, one hundred percent ready" he answered, eyes on mine as I took a sip of the cold water.
"It's not even your call."
"I'm the squad leader, it's my recommendation that you need more time" he responded, shrugging his shoulders.
I gave a sharp laugh, as I finished the water before stepping up to the tank to refill my cup.
"I'm right as rain now, not being back with you guys is driving me insane. You've had me stuck behind a desk staring at a computer for so long that my eyes are gonna turn into squares."
"You need more time" was all he said, standing behind me still, his voice was gruff and starting to sound like I was beginning to piss him off. We'd always gotten along, as much as one could with a man who kept to himself as much as he did.
I was warned early on that trying to befriend him anymore than he allowed, it would get me nowhere and trying to start anything romantic with him? God you'd think he was a nun with how he didn't entertain any woman who came near him.
"Ghost, I'm telling you that I don't, I'm fucking fine now, come on, you're being ridiculous." I was starting to get annoyed now myself, I was fed up with not helping and only typing reports and filing, this wasn't what I wanted to do and I was going crazy being cooped up indoors all the time.
"Watch your language with me, Lyla. Just because you're not on a mission doesn't mean you can speak to your leader like that. Don't push this." His voice was harder now, a darker tone.
"When you're keeping me locked up for no apparent reason, I'll talk to you how I like" I responded, I knew I was pushing my luck with him, but I couldn't seem to stop myself from poking at him, a combination of it being back out there and the hots I had for him accumulating all at once.
Right next to the water tank, there was a wall length mirror that stretched from one side of the room to the other and reached from ceiling to floor. Which I wished I'd been paying attention to as I rolled my eyes again, looking over at the water tank and not at the infuriating man behind me.
"What did I say earlier, Lyla?" Ghost asked, taking a small step closer to me. I didn't respond because with that small step, I could feel him, feel his body heat and his breath coming out of the mask and hitting the back of my neck.
"Answer me" he demanded.
I couldn't, even if I knew what he wanted me to say, I couldn't. It's like my tongue had swollen up and all the words were stuck at the bottom of my throat. I looked up and met his eyes in the mirror. I just shook my head softly, not taking my eyes off of him.
"I told you not to roll your eyes at me again. Or you wouldn't like what comes after" he spoke, his voice low and dangerous as he reached up a hand and trailed the back of his fingers from my shoulder down to my own hand.
I couldn't stop the shiver that rolled through me as his fingers reached mine, lightly stroking them as he waited for me to talk. My eyes widened looking down at the action, my breath coming out faster because I couldn't quite believe what was happening.
This wasn't the Ghost I'd gotten to know over the last year; this was more conversation and contact in one day than the whole time we'd known each other.
I didn't know what to do, if he was going with this where I thought he was going, should I go through with it? Will it ruin our professional relationship if we take it any further? And why me, of all people and why now?
Three light taps to the side of my temple drew my gaze back up, back to those eyes that were staring me down.
"I can smell the smoke coming off of your brain from the overthinking you're doing. Stop." His words cut through me like a hot knife, soothing the thoughts that were running wild right now. I nodded at him and I watched his eyebrows furrow into a frown.
"Words Lyla, I need you to use your words with me."
What did he want me to say? I was seconds away from dropping to my knees if he asked.
"Okay" I whispered, not managing to get anymore out.
"Back to the problem at hand; I told you not to roll your eyes at me, you did, twice and I told you not to push the issue of you not going back out into the field. That's three times you've disobeyed me. So the punishment will be the same. Do you understand ?" His hands had moved to my hips, grasping them lightly as he spoke, his thumbs running small circles into the exposed skin on my side.
I nodded before remembering what he said earlier. "Yes, I understand."
"Good girl" he muttered, leaning down so he spoke right next to my ear, eyes on mine as he manoeuvred me forward gently until I was closer to the mirror.
"Hands on the mirror, palms flat, keep your head up and eyes on me."
I gulped down a nervous laugh as I followed through with his instructions, the position causing me to have to bend over slightly and push my ass out. One of his hands rested between my shoulders and he pushed lightly, indicating for me to lower myself again to bend over more.
I adjusted myself and he hummed approvingly, the hand from between my shoulders ran slowly down my back, slipping to my side and stopping as he reached the curve of my ass.
"If you want me to stop for any reason, tell me to stop and I will, okay?" He asked, his eyes looking at my bent form as I searched for any sign that this was a joke or a dream, but found none. I could hardly believe what was happening and my heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest with how fast this was going.
"Okay" I breathed out, watching as his hand went from the side to run over my left ass cheek, digging his fingers in slightly.
"Eyes on mine" he demanded, and I locked mine with his and a few seconds later I felt a sharp sting on my ass, jolting me forward out of surprise.
He spanked me. Ghost spanked me!
I bit back a moan, this man had managed to do the very same thing I'd dreamt him to do to me on multiple occasions and I felt myself get embarrassingly wetter straight away.
He must've seen the reaction he wanted because I saw the smirk in his eyes as he ran his hand over the sting to soothe it before bringing it up and straight back down again, but harder this time.
My fingers curled against the mirror and this time I couldn't stop the noise that escaped me. He soothed that area once more before doing it again, his hand coming down firmer and harder than the last two. I gasped loudly and bit my lip to contain the guttural noise threatening to escape.
He bent over my frame, hands at my waist, fingers toying with the waistband of my shorts. "That's three." Was all he whispered, masked mouth brushing against my cheek, his breath mixing with mine as I tried to think straight.
"I'd put a bet on that if I reached down your shorts right now, you'd be soaked for me, isn't that right Lyla?" He asked, one hand coming up to run along my side and the curve of my breast.
I was breathing heavy as I nodded in agreement, eyes wide with lust and I secretly begged and pleaded for him to check for himself.
"Words, Lyla, I need your words." With that, he reached up and grasped a breast in his hand and squeezed, before finding my nipple and pinching it until I squeaked out a breathy yes to him.
With one hand on my breast, the other slipped under my shorts and down to my core, the wetness greeting his fingers as I gasped at the contact. He ran his fingers over my centre before he landed on my clit, running two fingers over it in a slow circle that was leaving me panting.
"I knew you would be wet for me but Christ Lyla" he moaned, he actually moaned the words right into my ear and I'm sure he felt me get wetter at that. "I've been wanting to make you cum on my fingers for weeks now, holding myself back has been agonising but today I thought fuck it, I know you want it, you want me, so let me make you cum for me."
His words barely registered in my head as I leaned my head back, gasping and panting at the feeling his fingers were giving me. He sped them up just a little, getting me closer to the edge but keeping me back on purpose.
"How?" I asked, my eyes closing as I moved my hips slightly to get more friction, getting more desperate each second longer.
"How what, pretty girl?" He asked, the hand on my breast reaching my hips and stilling them, not letting me grind against his fingers any more and I let out a noise of frustration.
"How did you know I wanted you?" I never said anything to him or anyone about the thoughts I had about him, the dreams, the orgasms from myself but thinking of him,
He laughed, short and sweet and it was the nicest sound he'd ever made around me. It was a laugh you wanted to keep forever.
"You fell asleep on your bed one night but you'd left the door open, I was walking down the corridor and heard noises coming from your room. What's funny is I thought you were having a nightmare at first, the moaning and thrashing you were doing." He paused and I stared at him in shock, knowing exactly where he was going with this.
"I stood in the doorway for minute, debating on whether to wake you when you made a sound that my dick has been thinking about ever since." With those words, he pressed into me, the evidence of his arousal obvious in his pants as he pressed it against my ass.
"And the best part was when you moaned out a name. I'd been thinking of fucking your tight little body ever since you started but it's a rule I've never broken, until you. Lyla, you planted yourself into my mind and when you moaned my name that night, it sealed the deal."
Oh God, his words were going straight to my pussy, I was clenching around nothing, silently begging for him to fuck me. I needed him inside me.
He quickened his fingers, pressing down a little harder as I watched the movements in the mirror in front of me. The next thing I knew, there was a hand in my hair, grasping the base of it and roughly pulling my head up.
"Watch me Lyla. Look at me when I make you cum all over my hand" he growled out, his eyes dark and heavy as he once again moved faster. I was so close, I just needed more, I needed him inside me.
"Please" I gasped out, pushing against his erection, trying to get him to drop his pants and thrust inside me. I don't care how he did it, I just needed it.
"Please what, pretty girl?"
"Fuck me, Ghost, I need you to fuck me" I pleaded, begging him shamelessly.
He laughed but there was no humour in it, and he shook his head.
"I'm not going to fuck you today Lyla-"
I interrupted his sentence with a whine, a needy whine that should have caused me to be filled with shame but I couldn't bring myself to feel anything but desperate for his cock.
"Don't worry pretty girl, I will fuck you. And soon. But today, today is about getting you worked up, begging for me to let you cum. I want you to be a shaking mess when I'm through with you."
Fucking hell, I'd cum just from his words alone at this rate.
"More, I need more" I begged.
"What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me exactly what you need and I'll give it to you."
"Inside, I need you inside, cock, tongue, fingers, anything. Please Ghost" I breathed, putting emphasis on his name to win me more favour from him.
He moaned against my ear again before yanking back on my hair so I was facing the ceiling.
"I'm going to let go of your hair but I need you to keep your eyes on me pretty girl, can you do that? Do that for me and I'll give you what you need."
"Yes, god yes I will. Just please" I couldn't keep the moan out of my voice.
He let go of my hair and I looked back down to his eyes as his hand travelled down my front, grabbing my breast and playing with my nipple before slipping down further. He pulled the waistband of my shorts down on both sides until they were stretched just above my knees, locking me in place.
"If you dare look away, or close your eyes, I'll stop. I don't care how close you are, I'll stop and leave you here" he grunted out as he moved the hand to my pussy and I felt two thick fingers at my entrance whilst the other rubbed my clit.
I locked onto his stare and barely blinked in fear he'd stop, I was so close that if he didn't go through with this, I'd collapse into a puddle on the floor. The only thing holding me up were my hands still in the mirror.
Without warning, one finger thrusted up inside of me hard and I let out a deep moan at the feeling before he pulled it back out and the next thing I knew, there were two fingers filling me up.
"Oh fuck" I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand as he moved in and out of me, the wet noises were sinful. His eyes were burning holes into mine, I'd never seen such emotion in them before but they were filled with absolute raw hunger.
Hunger for me, for my body, my noises and those thoughts alone caused another wave of wetness.
"Fuck Lyla, you have the tightest pussy. Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He asked, quickening the pace of both hands until I couldn't form a single thought.
"That's it, good girl, fuck yourself on my fingers and cum, I want to feel you squeezing around them."
I grinded against him faster and harder, not caring how I may look or sound, there was a tight coil in the bottom of my stomach that was getting ready to explode and I raced to get there.
"Fucking dirty girl, letting me finger you in the middle of the gym. What if someone walked in and saw us, saw you begging and desperate for me?" His fingers pressed deeper into me, curling inwards slightly to rub the spot inside me that had me crying out.
"Oh you like that do you? Come on Lyla, let go for me. Let them know whose doing this to you, no one could make you feel like this could they?"
"N-no Ghost, just you. Oh god oh gods yesyesyes pleaserightthere" my words were coming out quick and fast and I didn't even know if they made any sense.
"That's it pretty girl, when you cum, you call out my name and explode for me" he grunted, leaning back slightly so he could put more pressure on my clit. As he did that, he pressed his erection against me harder and the thought of him inside me sent me over the edge.
"Oh fuck, oh yesyesyes, fuck, I'm so close, fuck yes, oh Ghost fuck!" I yelled out, unable to control my volume as the most nerve wracking orgasm took over my body and I cried out again as he continued to rub my clit and pump his fingers in and out, riding out my orgasm.
I finally closed my eyes as I hung my head, trying to catch my breath as he pulled both hands away from me and gently pulled my shorts back up. I still had my hands planted against the glass when a minute later he gently tugged my head back by my hair.
"You're still not out in the field, pretty girl." He whispered as he walked away and I watched him walk out the door without looking back, leaving me bent over and panting and wondering what the fuck just happened.