What the Athletes Did with Their Submissive Boyfriends

That day began like any other. Daniela had been running laps around the club gym circuit for almost an hour, the place where she had trained since she started university at twenty-three. Her blonde hair was tied into two high pigtails that swayed with every stride, and her green eyes were fixed on the clock on the wall. She knew half the campus followed her on social media, and she knew exactly why. It wasn’t false modesty: the body she had built with squats and early mornings drew more than applause.

—Come on, one more —she told herself under her breath before tackling two more laps of the circuit.

When she finished, she came to a sudden stop and looked at the time. Good time. She smiled faintly, walked over to the bench where she had left her towel, and began drying the sweat from her neck and arms. Her workout clothes clung to her skin, tight, with nothing underneath, outlining every curve as if they were a second, wet layer.

—Hey, Daniela —Roxana greeted her, a redhead with a sculpted body who played on the club’s volleyball team.

She had strange violet eyes, almost impossible, and that gaze usually left people at a loss for words. Daniela wasn’t surprised anymore. They had spent too much time sharing a locker room.

—Hi —she replied, setting the towel aside—. Aren’t you with your guy today?

—No. He’ll be home recovering from last night —Roxana said, letting out a low laugh.

—Poor thing. You’re going to leave him useless.

The two of them laughed at the same time, a conspiratorial burst that bounced off the empty walls of the gym.

—Speaking of which… —Roxana sat on the bench beside hers and took off her top with a lazy gesture, fanning herself with one hand—. Did you hear about Bruno?

Roxana’s pink nipples were exposed. Daniela moved behind her, ran her hands around her waist, and began to caress her slowly, working upward toward her chest. Roxana closed her eyes and let out a long sigh while slipping one hand between her own legs, over her pants.

—I heard something —Daniela murmured against the back of her neck—. That he was pestering Lucía for photos like an idiot. —She nipped gently at her neck—. I left my boyfriend dead on his feet last night just when he thought he was about to finish.

—You’re terrible —Roxana laughed, turning her head to find Daniela’s mouth.

They kissed, and the kiss shifted from playful to hungry in a matter of seconds. Their tongues met with an urgency neither of them tried to hide. At that hour the gym was almost deserted; only a couple of girls from the team remained on the other side, too far away to notice, too used to it to care.

***

Five minutes later, the two of them were naked on the mat in the corner, tangled together, their hands lost between each other’s legs. Roxana’s moans echoed off the high ceiling of the room. Daniela knew every inch of that body, knew exactly where to press and where to ease off to have her begging.

They had formed a small group, almost a secret: four or five club athletes who shared more than training routines. What united them was not just sex. It was the thrill of taking charge. They talked for hours about the ways they brought their partners to their knees, and those conversations, whispered in the locker room, turned them on as much as any caress.

Daniela couldn’t hold back any longer. She stood up, rummaged through her gym bag, and took out a strap-on dildo she had carried with her for months. She buckled it on with the naturalness of someone tying their sneakers.

—Get on all fours —she ordered.

Roxana obeyed instantly, planting her knees on the mat and arching her back. With two fingers, she opened herself up, offering herself.

—I never let my boyfriend fuck me from behind —she said, looking back over her shoulder.

—Makes sense. With how little he’s got… —Daniela laughed before driving in hard, drawing out a rough cry.

She began to move in rhythm, her hands digging into Roxana’s sweaty ass cheeks, setting a beat that grew firmer and firmer. One of those hands broke away and slid up to her own breast, pinching her nipple as she thrust. It wasn’t a real cock, but the power she felt wielding that harness was worth more than anything.

—Tell me you like it —she demanded, giving her ass a sharp slap.

Roxana screamed. She was the submissive one in the group, just as her boyfriend was with her; she liked being treated that way, being spoken to harshly, being used. Her mind went blank as the thrusts grew stronger. The sound of bodies crashing together mixed with their panting, and what began as moisture ended up soaked through.

—Both of us at once —Daniela gasped, feeling herself nearing the edge too.

Just a few more thrusts were enough. The orgasm ran through them almost at the same time, and they collapsed onto the mat, laughing, covered in sweat. But neither of them had had enough. They kissed again, their bodies sliding against each other, until it was Roxana who took hold of the harness and gave Daniela back each thrust with the same intensity.

***

When she left the club, evening had already fallen. Daniela walked to her flat wearing that ear-to-ear smile she always had after training and everything else. She lived with her boyfriend, Teo, in an apartment he paid for. Teo was quiet, shy, an IT guy who had inherited money and lived to please her. She was with him partly for convenience and partly for something she had taken a long time to admit: she liked having him at her feet.

She found him coming out of the shower, wearing a towel around his waist. It was hot, so he had taken a cold shower and the cold had shrunk everything down.

—Hey, honey… —he began.

—Ugh, I’m so tired —she cut him off, and on the way to the kitchen she drove a hard knee into his groin without warning, barely even looking at him.

Teo folded in on himself and sank to the floor with a muffled groan. Daniela walked past him as if he didn’t exist.

—It’s not my fault you make it so easy —she laughed, opening the fridge to look for something to eat.

He stayed on the floor for a while, catching his breath, and to his own shame he discovered that rather than angering him, it excited him. He had been like this for months. Every humiliation, every order, every calculated slight pushed him a little deeper into a submission he didn’t want to escape. He knew she played with him. He knew she chose him precisely for that. And he couldn’t leave her.

That night, however, Daniela decided to be generous. Naked on the bed, phone in hand and one leg stretched over the other, she beckoned him with a finger.

—Come on, come here. You get to tonight —she said, yawning with the day’s accumulated fatigue.

—Really? —Teo jumped onto the bed, eager, nearly stumbling.

She parted her legs lazily, not taking her eyes off the screen. He moved closer, brushed the tip against her; she was wetter than usual, because of a cream Daniela had put on on purpose, calculating the effect. And just as he was about to push in, before he had even entered fully, Teo let out a moan and came.

Daniela lowered the phone very slowly. She looked at him with a calm that was more frightening than any shout.

—That’s it? —she asked.

—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just…

She didn’t let him finish. With the sole of her foot she shoved his groin and kicked him off the bed, onto the floor, where he curled into a ball, panting.

—Useless —she said, turning back to the phone screen as if nothing had happened.

From the floor, aching and humiliated, Teo looked at her with a mixture of shame and devotion he couldn’t explain. His whole body burned. And even so, the only thing he thought, the only thing he truly felt, was that he didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world except exactly there: at her feet, waiting for the next order.

She knew it. She always knew it. She turned off the light without looking at him, left him lying there in the dark, and fell asleep wearing the same smile she had left the gym with that afternoon.