22. Remington

TWENTY-TWO

REMINGTON

I've heard the guys on the team talk about how much of a beast Scarlet is. How, for someone so tiny, she packs a serious punch and will have you crawling by the end of a session. Her reputation amongst the players as a take no prisoner sort of trainer is a large part of how I knew she was holding back with my recovery. But as another drop of sweat falls from my face to join the pool on the mat in front of me, my breath all but gone, and muscles screaming at me as I continue to hold my position, I have to agree with her brother—she's an angel crafted in Lucifer's image. Long gone is my sweet and dirty girl who calls me Daddy and begs so prettily for my cum. In her place is a she-demon who's currently taunting me from her perch on my back as she sips her coffee.

"Tate, baby," she coos, the demon in her masquerading as the woman I love. "I thought you said you bench more than I weigh. Why are you beginning to shake?" Rattling her tumbler as all she gets on her next sip is ice, she leans over my shoulders and kisses my drenched temple, instructing, "Rest. I'm going to get more."

Pride is the only thing keeping me in position as she gets up and leaves, but the second I hear her pink sneakers hit the stairs, I collapse. When I said this woman would be the death of me, I had thought sexually because, for the first time in my life, I have someone with a drive as high as mine and whose mind is as open. But no, she's going to kill me, literally, through training.

Rolling onto my back, I lift my arm up and tap the screen of my watch, groaning at how much time is left in our session. Bringing up my messages, I dictate, "Roman, how do you feel about exorcism? Because your sister is clearly possessed."

Today 11:25 AM

Gatekeeper

????????????

Pussy

Remington

????????????

I'm coming back from surgery. What's your excuse?

Gatekeeper

Boohoo ?? I fucked up my hip and now I'm getting my ass kicked by a little girl who wears glitter sneakers ??????

Remington

Imma tell her you said that ??

Gatekeeper

DON'T YOU DUCKING DARE

DUCKING*

DUCKING**

Whatever! You know what I ducking mean!!!

Remington

Quack quack mother fucker ????

Fuck, Satan's Mistress is coming back. Got to go

Gatekeeper

??????

Whipped

Remington

Duck yeah I am.

Have you met your sister? She's an ends of the earth kind of woman

Gatekeeper

And as long as you never fucking forget that, you and I MIGHT just be able to get along again

But I swear to God, Remington, you make her shed so much as one tear and your ass is going six feet under in an unmarked grave.

Remington

If I do, I'll bring the shovel

Gatekeeper

Good ‘cause you'll be digging that grave

Now get back to work. I ain't fucking spending next season pitching to Knox

Straddling my hips, Scar squats down so she's hovering over my lap and asks, "How are you and my brother?"

"We're getting there," I respond, reaching for her hips. I may not have much energy left for a workout, but I can muster up more than enough to get my girl off.

Dancing out of my reach and standing back up, she chides, "Ah, ah, ah," shaking a finger in my face. Pointing down her body, she announces, "This is closed until after we're done here. And it's only opening up for you if you give me 110%. Now come on. We need to work on getting your agility back up. You recovered at a remarkable rate, but you've gotten slow. I don't think you can keep up anymore."

"Come a little closer and Daddy'll show ya just how well he can keep up."

"Tempting…" she hums before the demon in her rears its head again and she says, "But I'll pass. Start by jumping rope—both feet, left foot, right foot, one minute each. Then I want you to do squat turns for a full 360, clockwise and counter. After that, line drills down and up, then repeat it all backwards. Once I'm satisfied, we're gonna work on your response time with catching to be sure it hasn't suffered too much as well. I've let you slack off enough."

Crunching up, I hang my arms over my knees and stare up at my dream turned nightmare. "Anything else, mistress?"

She looks adorable as she scrunches up her face and begins to think, wisps of her blonde hair that's escaped her braid blowing around from the open doors of the gym. My body may be screaming in pain and begging for a reprieve from her brutal training, but fuck if I wouldn't do this all day long until I'm puking if it meant getting to be here with her.

"Hmm… your first born would do nicely," she finally decides, beginning to saunter outside, her hips softly swaying with each step, beckoning me to get up and chase after her.

Scooping her up, I say, "Baby girl, you're already gettin' my first born. Second, third, and fourth too," before jumping into the pool with her.

Coming up in the rippling waves of our splash, her legs wrap around my waist as I brush her wet hair out of her eyes. Cupping her ass while she rests her hands on my shoulders, I ask, "Anything else, Scar? Name it. It's yours."

"I want to try oral. Giving and getting."

Playfully biting at her neck, I say, "Too fuckin' easy. Though I warn you, once I get my mouth on your cunt I may never want to leave."

"Oh the sacrifices I'll be making for you. How ever will I survive?" she laughs, thickening her soft city lilt into the lyrical cadence of a southern belle accent. "I guess there are worse lots in life than to have you worshiping me from between my thighs. Now get outta this pool. You've delayed us long enough and we've got work to do. I want you starting on that All Star team again next year and voted as comeback player of the year, so chop chop."

"Definitely in need of an exorcism," I decide, dunking her under the water the minute she's untangled from me.