Ch. 68: I Trust You

The last place I thought we would end up is at the local gym, but had I thought about it, I should have known this is where he would take me. Where else do you go to hit stuff? It’s not a big gym, but it looks as though it focuses on boxing more that weightlifting. I don’t want to lift heavy stuff, I want to hit stuff, so this place is perfect. I’m assuming he searched online for a gym in town that I would benefit from. He’s so thoughtful, that it makes me wonder if all Doms are this way or is it just the boyfriend side of him. Either way, I love him more for it.

Before starting, he takes each of my hands and wraps some sort of bandage looking strip around my knuckles, hand, and wrist on each one. I’m then brought over to a little ball-looking thing that hangs down, which he keeps referring to it as a speed bag or something. Jace shows me how to use it, and I don’t know what interests me more, the boxing equipment or the fact that his biceps bulge as he hits it continuously. I bite do