The Sinful Lessons From Coach Wilder

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Thirty thousand feet in the air.

My legs were spread wide as I leaned against a hard, muscular chest.

The sensitive area that needed soothing was completely exposed.

Coach, I... I forgot to take the toy out. It hurts~

A finger clad in a black leather glove slid inside.

I'll take it out for you now to ease the pain. Do you want that?

My name is Linna.

I was born in a backwater town in the Appalachians where everyone was dirt poor.

But God gave me a gift: a face that could stop traffic and a body built for sin.

My skin was so pale and soft it looked like cream.

I was the kind of woman men couldn't look away from even if they tried.

Since I was a girl, I used my curves and my innocent act to wrap every boy in town around my finger.

After college, I used my "talents" in the bedroom to hook a wealthy heir and get him to put a ring on my finger.

My husband, Caden, was average-looking at best.

But his family owned half the mines in the state, and he spent money like water.

In the beginning, he treated me like a queen.

But that dream life only lasted six months.

Caden started staying out all night.

He'd come home covered in marks that screamed he was seeing other women.

He lost interest in touching me.

Instead, he'd just smoke a cigar and watch with a bored smirk while I used little toys on myself.

I was desperate to win him back.

Recently, he'd become obsessed with extreme sports, spending all his time skydiving or rock climbing.

I tracked down the elite club he frequented.

Based on my fitness level, the club assigned a coach to train me one-on-one.

I walked into the training room and followed the attendant to the back.

Following the instructions, I lay down on the padded table.

Heavy curtains were pulled shut, creating a tiny, private sanctuary.

A young coach walked in, squinting at the membership file in his hand.

I bit my lip awkwardly, my eyes darting around before landing on the man in front of me.

He was breathtaking.

He wore a tight black tank top and tactical cargo pants.

His biceps looked like they were about to burst through his skin.

He had a perfect V-taper, and further down...

He was packing heat.

My eyes went wide, and I swallowed hard.

"Ma'am, take off the dress."

I froze, staring at him blankly.

He looked up and gave me a quick scan.

"I'm your lead coach, Wilder," he explained.

"I need to check your physical condition before I can design a professional routine.

"You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

My face flushed deep red as I slowly began to hike up my hemline.

When I got it halfway up, Wilder leaned down and gripped my waist.

He hauled me up effortlessly.

I was suddenly slammed right against the junction of his thighs.

"The zipper is in the back. You can't reach it properly, so I'll help."

Wilder's voice was a low growl, and his hot breath fanned across my neck.

I barely heard a word he said.

When my face hit him just now, I realized exactly how big he was.

A second later, the cold metal zipper slid down slowly.

The fabric of my dress fell away.

"Ugh..."

I bit my lip, my toes curling in shame.

The cool metal track grazed my spine, sending a shiver through my entire body.

"Don't move."

I went rigid, not daring to breathe.

I glanced back at Wilder.

His eyes were locked onto my legs.

A surge of secret pride washed over me.

"You..."

I frowned in confusion, but before I could finish, the world spun.

I was flipped onto the table, my dress pooled around my waist.

Wilder held up his hands with an innocent smile.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Linna. I'm just going to loosen up your muscles."

"Oh... okay..."

I was tense as a wire.

I watched Wilder pour massage oil into his palms.

Then, his hands clamped down on my thighs, kneading the flesh.

"Your skin is incredibly elastic and soft. You must take very good care of yourself."

I didn't say a word, my face burning.

His powerful palms worked my thighs, sending heat through my veins.

Red marks began to bloom on my pale skin.

I bit my lip hard, terrified I'd make a sound.

Wilder started with my ankles.

Then his hands moved to my calves, then higher to my thighs...

I got tighter and tighter.

To distract myself, I looked away, but my eyes landed on his hands.

From this angle, they were beautiful.

Long fingers, prominent knuckles.

If those hands went just a little higher...

"Miss Linna, relax. Your joints are flexible, but I need to work through this tension."

"Uh... okay..."

I squeezed my eyes shut, overcome with shame.

Wilder let out a low chuckle.

His palm slid onto my lower belly.

"Just relax. I'm going to use a bit more pressure now."

"Fine..."

I gripped the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white.

Wilder climbed onto the table, hovering over me.

His arms braced on either side of my shoulders.

His scent enveloped meDclean, masculine, and intoxicating.

He pressed his palm firmly into my stomach, circling and kneading.

I curled my toes, praying I wouldn't moan.

His hand crept upward, his fingers hooking the edge of my silk underwear.

"You have the best body I've ever seen, Miss Linna. I'm sure your husband adores you."

His words made my eyes sting with tears.

"Don't cry. Whatever is going on, I can help you."

Wilder's voice was gravelly as he wiped a tear from my cheek.

I shook my head.

Even though I felt a rush of desire, I was still married to Caden.

I couldn't betray him.

"It's nothing. My eyes are just sensitive today."

Wilder narrowed his eyes, a flicker of irritation crossing his face.

"If you go skydiving without the proper conditioning, you'll get hurt."

Fear shot through me.

"Coach, I need to learn fast. Please, help me."

Wilder led me to a larger training room filled with specialized equipment.

He explained a few things, but it was all a blur to me.

He was the professional, so I decided to trust him.

"I'll do whatever you say, Coach."

Wilder stepped behind me, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me down.

"Spread your legs wider. Drop your hips. This position is for..."

He reached down and forced my legs apart.

He shoved me into an incredibly humiliating pose.

"There. Hold that."

My face was crimson.

I did yoga often, so it didn't hurt, but the shame made me tremble.

"Coach, is this really necessary?"

"Why? Can't handle it?"

His hot breath hit my ear, and my heart hammered against my ribs.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of warmth between my legs.

I was wet.

I instinctively reached down to cover myself, but Wilder snatched my wrist.

"Don't move!"

The man behind me laughed softly, his voice dark and raspy.

"You're quite sensitive, aren't you, Miss Linna?"

I bit my lip, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.

"Stop... stop talking like that!"

I shoved him away and bolted for the locker room.

I grabbed my bag and pulled out a brand-new toy.

Ever since Caden stopped touching me, this was the only way I could survive the lonely nights.

It took me forever to get the frequency right.

I had just turned it on and started to feel the relief when the door opened.

Wilder walked in without knocking.

"Everything is ready. We can do a trial jump now."

I jumped out of my skin.

The vibration spiked, and I let out a sharp gasp, snapping my legs shut.

Wilder's face was flushed, but his eyes were full of predatory interest.

He grabbed the hand I was hiding behind my back.

He suddenly took my fingers into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Your hands are so small and delicate. Can they really satisfy you?"

That one sentence made my knees buckle.

I yanked my hand back and ran out of the room.

They helped me into the professional jumpsuit.

Halfway through, I realized the toy was still inside me.

I was too embarrassed to say anything, terrified of being found out.

Wilder helped me adjust my gear.

The safety harness was cinched tight around my groin.

He gave it a sharp tug.

My body arched, and my legs felt like jelly.

Wilder caught me, his dark eyes glowing with intensity.

"Getting weak in the knees just from a harness, Miss Linna?"

He gave my backside a firm squeeze and offered a knowing smirk.

...

Soon, he had me fully rigged up.

We boarded the plane and climbed to ten thousand feet.

Following his instructions, I stepped onto the jump platform.

Wilder held me from behind, our fingers interlaced.

"Don't be afraid. Just lean into me. Trust me with everything."

I nodded, closed my eyes, and jumped.

The sensation of freefall hit me.

My whole body shook as my instincts took over.

The vibration from the toy became even more intense with the rush of wind.

It felt like electricity was coursing through my skin.

"Don't be scared. Keep the form."

Wilder's voice was steady.

He thought I was shaking from fear.

I tried to stay still, but the feeling was too much.

A loud moan escaped my lips.

Wilder's body suddenly went rigid against mine.

"Making sounds like that... are you trying to test my limits?"

He told me to take hold of one of the toggles.

He freed one of his hands and suddenly gripped the top of my thigh.

"You..."

I was trembling, lost in the sensation.

Wilder chuckled in my ear.

"Let's see what you've got hidden in there. You really should have put your toys away."

I nearly fainted from the sheer humiliation.

"I... I..."

Wilder narrowed his eyes.

He actually reached down into my suit.

"No, please! Stop!"

He used his knees to force my legs apart so I couldn't squeeze them shut.

I found myself unable to keep fighting him.

I turned my head away, but I could feel his burning gaze on me.

His hand was covered in a rough, cold leather glove.

He moved slowly, deliberately exploring.

I felt every movement of his fingers.

His hot breath was constant against my ear.

His voice was a dark whisper.

"Is that toy enough for you? Or do you want to try mine?"

The bulge behind me was growing larger by the second.

I had no doubt he could break me if he wanted to.

Before I could answer, he pulled his hand out.

Before I knew what was happening, he forced my mouth open and shoved the toy inside.

"Shh. Bite down. Don't speak. Just feel me."

His voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument.

I closed my eyes.

After a second of hesitation, my logic vanished.

My mind was filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Wilder unzipped his pants, thrust his hips forward, and slammed into me...