He smiles down at me, a sad smile.

"Thank you, darling. You make my day so much better, " he says, giving me a kiss. He looks at me again, and he seems a bit better.

Elijah takes my hand back in his and Owen mirrors his movement. We walk to the elevator, the on that Aaron took too.

"So you really have a personal elevator?" I ask. Elijah grins. "Of course we do. We don't like other people," he says. Then, he flirts, "Except you, of course.

I giggle, "Of course." I look at Owen and fake-glare at him. "You called me a friend! Do you not love me anymore?" I pout.

He chuckles and gives me a kiss. "Nah, you are just a friend. I actually want to have Elijah as my boyfriend, but you're blocking it."

I let go of his hand and push him towards Elijah. "Go on." Elijah shakes his head at me, seeming terrified. I smirk. "Go on."

Owen rolls his eyes. "Darling, you know I'm kidding. I only love you. And not as a friend," he smiles and gives me a kiss. In one blink, he's at my other side again. Elijah exhales relieved. "Dude."

Owen shrugs, grinning. "I must say, I am kind of offended." Elijah rolls his eyes. "I'm not letting you go down on me. I don't get how Scarlett thinks you're attractive."

Owen pouts at me. I give him a kiss, after which he sticks out his tongue at Elijah. I roll my eyes. "Sometimes, you're a true child, Owen."

He grins. "Oh. Does that turn you on?" I cock an eyebrow. "Absolutely... not."

The elevator pings and we step out, holding hands again. "There's our gym," Elijah points. I nod and hop to it. I push the door open and my jaw drops.

This gym is bigger than my house! I look around, seeing mirrors everywhere. I blush, remembering the last time I did something with a mirror...

I quickly look away, to the other things. There's a punching bag, lots of training machines and a small bar. I walk and sit down there. Elijah closes the door, while Owen walks to the punching bag.

"Sweetheart, just tell us if you need something, alright?" I hear. I nod, smiling. I watch as they take off their shirts —the real reason I came with them— and sit back on the chair. Elijah starts pushing up, just as Owen starts punching that poor bag.

I turn in the chair, feeling thirsty. I notice the bottle of water, but it's empty. Maybe the guys have water with them?

So, I hop to Elijah's bag. He does have water with him, so I take a few sips. "Sweetheart, leave some for me, okay?" he grunts.

I nod, setting it back on the floor. I hear Owen groaning weird things, I guess I'll go look. He's in full concentration, I can tell. I sit down, fascinated by the sight.

Punch, kick, groan, kick, punch, kick, kick.

Yep, he did this a few times earlier. I keep looking at him, until he's panting and sits down himself. I smile and grab his bottle of water, then run towards him.

"Here you go. You gotta stay hydrated," I say and give it to him. He takes a few sips, his breathing slowing down again. He's covered in sweat, and his cheeks are flushed from the exertion. I sit down next to him.

I take his hand in mine, examining it. He's wearing sort of a glove, but his hand still looks red. "Doesn't it hurt?" I ask. "Hm? Oh, nah. I've had worse," he shrugs.

It seems painful to me, though. I shrug and let go of his hand. He starts kissing my neck and I giggle, pushing him away.

But when I look at him, he isn't grinning like an idiot. He has a dark look in his eyes, filled with lust. I gulp. 

"Darling, I want you now. I need you now," he whisper seductively. I gulp again, my eyes widening. "H-here?" I stammer. He chuckles, "Yes."

He stands up and takes my hand in his. He takes me to some bench with dumbbells attached to it. I frown, not understanding. He sits down, pulling me on his lap.

Smirking, he leans back against the backrest. "I'm a bit tired. Why don't you take control?" My eyes widen as I look up at him.

Take control? I've never done that before. It makes me nervous, and I'd rather be a bottom.

"Are you sure?" I mumble, looking at his chest. He nods, sensing my nerves. "You can try things, darling. Use me as your experiment."

But that's no fun for him... I'll be all clumsy while he just waits.

"Shall I help you?" he gently asks, taking his hand sin mine. I nod, happy with his offer. "Take my pants off. I'll  take off that pretty dress of yours—and I'll try not to rip it. Can't promise anything, though."

I bite my lip and nod. I look around, seeing Elijah still working out. He has earphones in, with music. But can't he see us in the mirror?

I'm not sure why I'm nervous now. They've all sees me, all watched me. I look back at Owen. "And Elijah?"

He shrugs, smirking. "He'll get his part some day." I nod and feel confident again, starting ti unbuckle his belt.

He takes my dress off, and succeeds to not rip it. "Hey! Would you look at that," he grins. I roll my eyes, kissing him. He kisses back while he takes off my bra and panties. 

Just when I want to take off his underwear, I realize we don't have a condom. He grabs my chin and looks confused. "Condom," I whisper.

His frown disappears and he nods, pointing at his bag. I roll my eyes, "Of course only you have condoms with you to a gym."

He grins. "I always have condoms with me. Well, only of you're coming too," he adds. I nod and slowly take off his underwear.

His cock shows, hard and needy. I look at his face, but his eyes are closed and he's completely leaning back. "Take your time, Scarlett."

I swallow and nod. I roll off the condom over his thick cock, and he groans. "Even that feels heavenly with your hands, darling. You'll do great," he reassures me. 

I sit up on my knees, not sure how to do this. If I just go down, will it fit? "Owen?" I softly ask. He opens one eye and smiles. A muscle in his abdomen clenches, making my mouth water.

"Like this?"

I go down, feeling him fill me. He moans, nodding and closing his eyes. "Like that." I wait a few seconds, adjusting to his length. He's big, and I'm surprised it all fits in me.

After a while, I slightly move my hips. He grips them, but doesn't stop me. I move them again, a bigger round this time. His jaw clenches, and I think he like this.

I grin and start circling my thighs in a steady rhythm, making him groan a few times. "Holy shit, yeah, like that."

I steady myself with my hands on his chest while he still grips on my thighs. He doesn't do anything, though. Maybe he just wants to have something to hold on.

"You're doing so good, darling. You're such a good girl," he grunts, opening his eyes to look at me. My cheeks flush at his praise. 

"Thank you, daddy," I whisper. He moans at the mention of that name. "Oh fuck, can you be any more perfect? I don't think so."

I smile, moving my hips faster. Some instinct, which I wasn't aware of, tells me to go up and then smash down.

So, I do. He moans when my hips come down on his again. I feel the tension building in my stomach, and with each movement of my hips, it becomes more.

"D-daddy, can I-" "Yes. Yes, please, yes. I'll come too," he groans. His eyes are closed again, his jaw is ticking.

My orgasm is overwhelming, but I keep moving my hips through it. I keep pleasuring Owen while my own pleasure makes me see stars.

He grunts as he comes, eyes shut closed. I fall down on his chest, his cock still buried inside of me.

When his breathing finally calms, he kisses mt whole face. "Did you like having control?"

I nod, still tired.