First, I made Castor do a downward dog to release the muscles in his thighs, hips, and back. He copied me, bending over, feet and hands on the floor, bum up, body in a V. Boy, did I like the view.
Castor’s face and neck flushed from hanging upside down. “The club received an invite to the Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride.”
Club talk. I allowed it because I remembered him mentioning this a couple of months back. Men in suits riding their bikes to raise money for prostate cancer and men’s mental health. Health was something I was happy to get behind and he knew it.
“My rough men in suits.” I switched my pose, standing up straight, and raising my arms into the mountain position, letting my chest and waist expand to relieve my diaphragm. This worked to alleviate the hunched position Castor used. “A girl doesn’t need to dream anymore.”
Imagining them all in suits, reminded me of our three dates in Sydney. Zethan uncomfortable and tugging at his tie, Castor looking like perfection, Alaric rocking the romance angle, and Slade, a devil in disguise as a gentleman.
“You said five minutes.” Castor wobbled from holding the pose too long. In the future, when I had more time and he wasn’t so busy, I’d teach him to engage his core muscles and get rid of that quiver.
“You’re doing well, Daddy.” I shifted him to lunge on his other leg.
Two stretches down out of six, one minute each. Okay, so I might have cheated on the five-minute thing.
I moved us onto the warrior pose, lifting our arms up to the ceiling, and leaning into a lunge. This would improve his balance and stability as well as stretch most muscles in his body and strengthen his legs.
“How’s the curse investigation?” From warrior pose one, I adjusted into the second pose, moving my arms out wide.
“Mads said he had a lead.” Daddy winced at the elongation of his gathered muscles and stiffness.
“Sounds promising,” I replied.
I relaxed my body for our fourth exercise. “On your hands and knees like a good Daddy.” I grinned, loving teasing him.
He growled as he dropped into position. “Push me, Sorceress, and see what you get.”
The flames that turned me to ash worked over me again.
Damn man. Tease, more like it.
Struggling to cool down, I showed him the pose, and he arched up like a cat and down to flex his back and release any cramping muscles. Then I got him on his belly, doing the cobra pose, lifting his head and half torso off the mat. This opened his shoulder blades and compressed neck, improving his circulation, opening his lungs, and enhancing his posture and flexibility.
We finished up with a child’s pose, stretching out his shoulders, entire spine, and neck. Then we sat up.
Castor rolled his neck and shoulders, his range of movement less restrictive. “Fuck, that feels better, Sorceress.”
Of course, it did. I knew it would. That was why I suggested it. “I want you doing these stretches as a minimum, every day, buster.”
Castor bundled me into his arms, crushing me to him. “You’ve forgotten your place, Sorceress.” His hand cracked down on my ass. Heat bloomed in my cheek and in my core. “I’m in charge.Always. And I’m gonna make your pussy pay for the pain of those stretches.”
Dark Daddy was here and going to deliver on his promises. I was in for a world of pleasure and pain. Fever consumed my whole body, which was desperate for it.
I shoved him back into his chair, and my dominant man went willingly. Sinking to my knees, I lifted a leg onto my lap, massaging his feet through his socks.
“Fuck, Sorceress, you know the right place to touch me,” he growled, slumping deeper into the chair, his face a mask of ecstasy.
I smiled up at him through my lashes, and his shorts tented with the awakening of his cock. “Comes with the territory of being a medical goddess.”
He reached forward and cupped my face. “You’re fucking perfect, Aaliyah. I’ve been a fool to hold back from you.”
“So don’t.” I challenged him with my mating eyes, running my fingertips everywhere he liked it. I leaned down, nipped his calf, marking him with my scent and giving him a little of his own medicine.
Air hissed in his mouth. “Fuck, Sorceress. When you talk like that and give me those eyes, I want to claim you.”
“Do. It.” I emphasized each word. I belonged to three of my men and he was the last to hold out on me.
“Stand up.”
