89- Punch. Jab. Kick. Repeat

Third Person

“AGAIN!” barks a voice, eyes still trained on another as the voice continued to shout out orders.

“Punch. Jab. Kick. Punch. Jab. Kick. Repeat!” shouts the voice of Enzo as he continues to watch a very tired, yet very sweaty Isabella continue to punch and jab her way around a punching bag that was hanging from the ceiling of the gym.

Grunting, Isabella continues with her task even as Enzo continues to dish out direct orders, “That’s it. Good. Now Harder! Faster!”

Growling low, Isabella does as she’s told even when she wanted to give up for the day. Her body now screaming at her, telling her to stop. Choosing the latter and what her body wanted, Isabella continues to listen even as Enzo smirks at her teasingly.

“Come on Bella, Show me what you're made of. Fight. Hit. Defend. No Mercy, Little Girl.”

Feeling her blood begin to boil at the word “Little Girl” does Isabella finally snap. “Little Girl? What the fuck Enzo? I am a GIRL encase you forgotten” lifting her arm, Isabella begins to add more weight to each punch. Enzo now taken aback by the force of each hit as he’s eventually forced back with each blow.

“Good. Very Good. One more time. Give me everything that you got.”

Now screaming in frustration, Isabella moves to throw everything into one last punch, her body finally collapsing against the mat as she does. Her body fighting to breathe as her aching body began to hurt and burn.

“Awesome job Bella, fantastic work” replies Enzo, his body now coming to squat down in front of her. A hand now coming to pat her gently on the head before finding her a water bottle in which she took happily before drinking.

The water refreshing even as she drank it only to frown when Enzo spoke yet again.

“Take 20. Then you have 10 laps to do around the track before you can be done for the day”

Smirking at her reaction to his comment does Enzo move to walk away. Isabella now glaring daggers at his retreating back as she moves to mutter out a single word. “Asshole.”

Groaning in discomfort, Isabella slowly moves to stand back up. The last 2 weeks grueling for her even as Isabella spent each day training with the guys or Enzo. Some days even Marco would join her or even the twins, Dominic and Victor. Groaning again, she moves to shove the pain and discomfort away, knowing she really couldn’t complain about their way of training her. The past 2 weeks of pain all worth the effort if it meant significant improvement to her overall stamina, endurance and strength.

Her men each putting her through some kind of workout routine. A routine in which consisted but not limited to boxing, weight training, sparring with hand to hand combat, running and or sprinting. Then once training was done for the day Alex would then move to take over and take her to where he trained all his top-secret co-op teams in the basics of offensive combat along with basic weapon handling for all new recruits.

A task that was neither hard or easy as Isabella as she gradually took it strides. Slowly learning how to shoot at a target to eventually nailing the target soon after. Yet, her favorite weapon of choice were the infinite throwing stars. Not even a day into learning about them from Alex and Isabella was already a Master at them.

Smiling at the memory and his proud expression of her does Isabella slowly move to shift gears once more only to spot Alex. One of four men that were currently becoming a conundrum for her as he slowly makes his way into the gym all while sporting his jaw dropping, panty wetting, thigh clenching smile.

A sinful idea now coming to mind as she moves over towards a bench, knowing that the moment she did Alex would magically appear to her like clock work. Something she always looked forward to each and every time.

“Don’t you have laps to be running right about now?” teases Alex, his eyes now spotting Isabella who was still over by the benches with her water in tow. His hand quick to snatch it from her before helping himself to her water.

Frowning, does Isabella move to speak up, “If you MUST know… I was enjoying my well deserved break” quips her voice, her hand carefully taking back her water bottle from Alex but not before straddling his lap once he took a seat beside her. His hands now resting along her hips as she did.

“Oh really now? Is that what we're calling this?” asks Alex, eyes now arched as Isabella moves to caress his cheek slowly. His eyes closing briefly as he sighs, giving her the opportunity that she needed to kiss him. The kiss light yet gentle.

“Gods… Don’t-Don’t… Think. Your. Getting. Out. Of. Doing. Your. Laps. Sweetheart” groans Alex in between Isabella’s kisses. Isabella now rocking her hips against his as she does, hoping it would work out in her favor opposed to his.

“Oh? Are you so sure about that, Daddy?”

Giving Alex a tiny little smirk along her lips does Isabella hope sex would be a way of escaping the last of her training. Having worn a simple pair of black workout capri leggings as well as a black sports bra with a zipper, Isabella gradually reveals her beautiful round breasts to him. Knowing Alex loved them just as much as the other guys did.

“Fuck” groans Alex, his hands now on her thighs as his cock instantly becomes hard. Isabella still grinding against him even when she moves to kiss and nip along his neck in a similar fashion to when they do it.

“Princess” groans Alex again, his body breathlessly enjoying her explorations even when she hummed happily against his skin. Her mouth against that spot as she moves to claim it and him along with it.

“Yes Daddy?” asks Isabella softly once she releases the skin with a soft pop. Her eyes now back on Alex’s dark ones only to catch a small glint that now danced within his eyes, something about the way they did making her pussy throb more.

“You're playing a dangerous game with fire here sweetheart. A fire that will swallow you whole if you're not careful.”

Then, as if unable to refrain from tasting her, Alex moves to lean forward yet again, his lips now kissing the sweetness that were her breasts. His hands now moving to latch onto her sweet round ass as he moves to grip it firmly. A sweet supple moan rising from Isabella’s mouth as he moves to pull away, a smirk rising along his lips as he moves to spank her ass harshly. SMACK.

“OWIE!”

“MOVE IT! 10 laps. NOW. And since you want to play games with me, little girl, you're doing those 10 laps with me. Winner takes all. And to show you that I’m a generous guy, I’ll even give you a 10 second head start.”

Shocked by his words, Isabella can’t decide on whether to be turned on by this new found challenge of winner takes all or concerned when he begins counting to 10.

“1…. 2….”

Still glued to her spot, Isabella tries to get her body to move, Alex still smirking as he counts.

“3…. 4….”

“NO! NO WAIT! NO FAIR ALEX!” cries Isabella now realizing he meant business as she quickly moves to hop off of him. Alex moving to stand up as well as he continues to count.

“Better hurry up then…. 5…. 6….”

With eyes now wide like a deer caught in headlights, does Isabella begin running like her life depended on it. Her feet attempting to carry her along the track as Alex finally finishes counting to 10. Alex’s long legs easily catching up to hers. Alex attempting to keep pace with her but only long enough until Isabella’s muscles began to burn, slowing her down. Alex taking that moment to race straight past her on the race track and over the finish line, earning him the title of victor.

Those still working out within the gym now clapping and cheering for Alex as he moves to stand proudly waiting for his prize. His eyes still on Isabella even as she pouts. Alex now slowly approaching her as he moves to close the gap between them, his eyes reflecting a hunger that only burned for her.

“Looks like I win, Sweetheart.”